Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1339 Not sure what to repair

Gao Zhengqing breathed a sigh of relief.

“Uncle-Master, a demonic cultivator has emerged in the cultivation world. He is a bloodthirsty man who is hated by both gods and men. He almost wiped out the Zhengyi Sect and the Zhongxing Sect was also massacred. I am incompetent and failed to capture him.”

The old man slowly shook his head: "Demon cultivators... In my opinion, they have no demonic nature. Even if they are demon cultivators, there is a cause and effect. Why kill without reason?"

Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang were quite surprised when they heard this.

"Uncle-Master, have you seen this person before?"

The old man gave a wry smile, his face crinkling with wrinkles.

"I wonder what you have done to bring such a disaster upon yourselves. Perhaps the Zhengyi Sect is destined to suffer this calamity."

Mu Qianyang said urgently, "Uncle-Master, we only accepted his sister into the sect and did nothing out of line. We didn't expect him to react so strongly."

The old man glanced at him and said, "Qianyang, I even went to see you when you were little."

Mu Qianyang was somewhat excited: "You are...?"

The old man waved his hand: "It's all in the past, let's not talk about it. Just talk about what you did, do you have a clear conscience?"

Neither of them spoke.

Going back from beginning to end, it should be Master Zhen Zhuo, an inner disciple of Yuquan Temple, who took in a genius disciple named Lin Feng, who participated in worldly struggles and even became the regent of the Great Dynasty, which can be considered a violation of the sect's rules.

Each sect has its own selfish motives, and they used this as an excuse to try to get rid of this talented disciple who threatened their sect's ranking.

This led to the conflict with Lin Feng.

If we can say we have a clear conscience, these were minor matters that neither of the two sect leaders had heard of before, and they only intervened when things escalated to such a serious extent.

The elders under the sect participated in the operation to frame and arrest Lin Feng, which led to the suicide of Daoist Zhen Zhuo, a disciple of Yuquan Temple, and the conflict was thus intensified.

It seems they were after the treasure in Lin Feng's possession and continued to set traps to lure him in, leading to even more problems.

Gao Zhengqing briefly explained the situation to the old man, presenting it objectively and fairly, without any bias.

The old man sighed, "It is because you are used to being high and mighty and have no consideration for others that this tragedy has occurred."

Mu Qianyang didn't want to listen to his lecture and asked impatiently.

"Uncle-Master, what do you suggest we do now?"

The old man shook his head: "I cannot stop it. The trouble will only continue. In my opinion, peace is the most important thing. Exacerbating the conflict will only bring harm."

Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang's eyes widened immediately.

"Uncle-Master, you've fought him before?"

The old man unfolded the cotton cloth in his hand, folded it neatly, and then continued to wipe the memorial tablets on the offering table.

After a while.

"Go then. I have said all I have to say. You all should take care of yourselves."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and went about his own business.

Mu Qianyang was about to ask another question when Gao Zhengqing stopped him, waving his hand to signal the two to leave the main hall.

"Senior Brother Gao, what should we do?"

The two talked as they walked.

Gao Zhengqing said with a stern face: "You and I think this matter is too simple. Lin Feng will definitely go to Taihang Sword Form Sect after escaping from here. We have no worries now. Let's head to Taihang and meet up with Junior Brother Ji to see if we can capture Lin Feng."

Mu Qianyang frowned and said, "Senior Brother Gao, our Uncle just told us to prioritize harmony. Shall we continue?"

Gao Zhengqing sneered, "Peace is paramount? Do you think we can just let this grudge go after countless deaths and injuries among our disciples?"

The thought of his disciples dying tragically at the hands of Lin Feng ignited a surge of anger in Mu Qianyang's heart.

"Good. I won't be at ease until I kill this brat. I refuse to believe he can escape the clutches of the three sect leaders."

"Hmph, unless he is a god who can see the whole world, with the three sect leaders joining forces, who else can resist him?"

Gao Zhengqing said confidently.

"That's right. I also want to see if Lin Feng has three heads and six arms."

Having made their decision, the two wasted no more time and leaped up from the mountainside, past the gate of the Taoist temple, and headed straight down the mountain.

The old man who was still wiping the offering table in the main hall shook his head and sighed.

"Sigh, I can't concentrate, and I don't even know what I'm repairing..."

Taihang Mountain Sword-shaped Gate.

Inside the spacious cave where the three sect leaders had once gathered, Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang stood at the entrance, scanning the entire cave.

The two looked exhausted and aged.

After all, they were all elderly people in their eighties and nineties. Since they rushed back to Tianshan without stopping, they had been entangled with Lin Feng for many days without sleep, and then rushed back to Taihang.

The long journey of thousands of miles, coupled with the blow of the sect tragedy, put both sect leaders to a severe test of their mental and physical strength.

It relies entirely on the body's internal energy to sustain it. When the internal energy is nearly exhausted due to prolonged circulation, the weakness of age becomes apparent.

Of course, as the leader of a sect, Gao Zhengqing also considered this issue.

During his discussion with Mu Qianyang on the road, he pointed out that although Lin Feng was young, his skill level was far inferior to theirs.

The side being hunted is also more mentally and physically exhausted than the other side. If it were a contest of endurance, Lin Feng would definitely be far inferior to them.

Therefore, as long as he works non-stop, he will inevitably arrive at Taihang Sword-shaped Gate before Lin Feng.

But now, they stood at the entrance of the cave, and the entire cave was empty.

The whereabouts of Ji Fengxing, the leader of the Sword Formation Sect, and Elder Duan Li are unknown.

Unless something unexpected happens, these two will not leave this place and easily give up their position of waiting for prey to come to them.

The biggest change was that Lin Feng had arrived in Taihang before Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang.

How can this be?

The two were puzzled. Judging from normal circumstances, Lin Feng's speed should not be faster than theirs.

However, Gao Zhengqing's consciousness swept across the entire Hidden Pillar Peak. In the Sword Formation Sect, only a few third-generation disciples remained, and Lin Feng's sister, Lin Shou, was still in that small cave.

However, the other disciples at the middle and higher levels were nowhere to be found.

Like the Tianshan Mountains, the Taihang Mountains cover a vast area. Even though Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang are not ordinary people, they could not find the traces of the Sword Form Sect disciples in a short time.

The two stood there blankly in the cave, unsure of what to do next.

Just as the two sect leaders judged, Lin Feng was indeed exhausted. The days of running around had made it impossible for him to concentrate, and his internal energy was almost depleted.

But he dared not rest; a voice in his head kept reminding him.

If the leaders of the two major sects were to return to Jianxing Sect ahead of time, their plans would be indefinitely delayed when the leaders of the three major sects gathered.

The younger sister, Lin Shou, was also beyond rescue.

Although he set off for the Taihang Mountains a day earlier than Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang, he knew he couldn't match the two old men's stamina.

Lin Feng dared not stop running, even though his legs were no longer under his control.

Fortunately, when he was on the summit of Tianshan Mountain, he used the mysterious method of the broken sword to improve his skills.

This further strengthens the body's vital energy and muscles and bones.

This is the foundation upon which Lin Feng has been able to persevere until now.

As darkness fell again, Lin Feng's running speed slowed down in the open field; he simply couldn't walk any further.

These days, he's been working non-stop without sleep, being hunted down by four high-level cultivators from a reclusive sect. There's probably no one else in the world who can do what Lin Feng has done.

He dared not touch the broken sword, which had absorbed the life force of two high-level cultivators, Gui Ju and Yan Su, and he had no idea how much energy it contained.

If Lin Feng were to make contact without authorization, he would likely be instantly killed by its impact.