“After Qing Yu’s coffin was transported back to the sect, only Senior Sister Xuan Zhen had ever examined Qing Yu’s corpse. The rest of them, including Senior Brother Xuan Lin and Senior Sister Xuan Yin, had never seen Qing Yu’s face for fear of touching his heart wound. As for those in Xuan Chen, it was even more impossible for them to see it.
They all think that it was Xuan Chen who caused Qing Yu to suffer such torture, and they won’t even let Xuan Chen and the others touch the coffin. So you can rest a*sured.” On the mountain path, Xuan Goblet said without looking back as he made his way forward.
“This matter has nothing to do with me, so why do you want to rea*sure me?” Qing Yu said in a seemingly innocent manner.
Xuan Goblet had always been suspicious of Qing Yu’s identity, or should I say expected to be, and never forgot to test him.
However, his words of temptation were revealing some news.
”On the surface, it seems that Xuan Lin and Xuan Yin are still sticking to this original stance, on the side of Xuan Fa, which means that they might be on the side of Xuan Fa’s disciples. In reality, however, their stance today is still open to question.” Qing Yu thought speculatively.
From the information he had found earlier, Qing Yu knew that Xuan Lin and Xuan Yin were both old members of Xuan Fa. However, it was a big question whether the old division had remained unchanged in the past ten years.
It was true that because of their support for Xuan Fa in the past, these two men were separated from Xuan Chen, but a living True Martial Sect leader should be able to gain the approval of these people more than a dead man.
After all, Xuan Fa had been dead for ten years, and his heir still did not know a bit of martial arts and was exiled from Qingzhou. Even Xuan Fa’s last disciple had died a few years before.
Under such circumstances, there was no guarantee that they would not shift their stance. After all, hearts are most fickle and who can guarantee that they will remain unchanged?
At this moment, the Xuan Goblet in front of him quickened his pace, stepping in the wind, with fire feathers dropping from outside his body, and his figure abruptly disappeared from sight.
The seven peaks of True Martial Arts are all high up into the clouds, and if we were to take one step at a time, we wouldn’t know how long we would have to walk. The previous stroll was just to talk first, but now that all that needed to be said had been said, it was time to get down to business.
”The Vermilion Bird raises its wings.”
Also knowing the Four Elephant Jutsu, Qing Yu naturally knew the body technique that Xuan Goblet was using. With this stance on him, it was considered to really have the speed of a vermilion bird, with flaming feathers floating and stepping on the wall. The reason why it disappeared directly from sight was because Xuan Goblet was stepping directly on the mountain wall to lend a hand, going up vertically.
Qing Yu looked upwards, only to see that by now the figure above him was about to disappear into the clouds.
The mountain path was long, but if one flew directly upwards, the distance could only be said to be a few moments for a True Dan realm martial artist.
Behind Qing Yu, snow-white hair filled with wind energy, extending like a feather, counteracting the weight of his body, a whirlwind swirled beneath his feet as his figure shot up into the sky.
“Woo…”
Amidst the whistling wind, Xuan Goblet could only see a figure sweep past him, soaring up into the sky.
“A flying secret technique?!” Xuan Goblet was astonished.
To perform flight at the True Dan Realm, this special secret art was very hard to find.
“It’s becoming more and more astonishing.”
Fire light appeared outside his body, and the true form of the Vermilion Bird appeared outside his body, rising ever more swiftly.
A short while later, Xuan Goblet climbed to the top of the peak and saw Qing Yu looking at the small hut not far away.
“Let’s go, my senior brother Xuan Feng, is here,” Xuan Goblet swept a glance at the place halfway up the mountain and sneered, “since I last tried to side-step him, he doesn’t even care about the flowers and plants he worked so hard to cultivate, and lies on top of this peak every day as an invalid.”
Originally, after Xuan Feng returned from Yangcheng, he spent his days planting flowers and weeds, living the life of an old farmer in the countryside, never caring about the affairs of the sect again. But after Xuan Goblet returned, he completely gave up on flowers and plants, and spent his days lying on the peak sunbathing and watching the clouds, looking just as dead.
“Whether he was planting flowers and plants or pretending to be dead and looking like an invalid, he was just running away from reality. He doesn’t dare to face reality, so he wants to let a villain like Xuan Chen steal the position of Sect Leader. But he doesn’t know that I wasn’t sure that he had the shadow stone in his hand, and after seeing these actions of his, I was convinced.”
Xuan Goblet said, leading the way to the small thatched hut.
In front of the hut, which was made purely of thatch, a pale Daoist leaned back on a reclining chair, his eyes staring listlessly at the white clouds and pale dogs in the sky, watching the clouds ebb and flow.
With his cloudy eyes and wrinkled face, it was hard for others to imagine that this was the once rich and powerful Xuanfeng.
Qing Yu had seen Xuan Feng before. During his house arrest days, it was Xuan Feng who brought some books to Qing Yu from time to time, so that he had the most primitive accumulation of knowledge. It also saved him from being bored and thinking all day.
At that time, Xuan Feng only looked like he was in his thirties or forties, but ten years later, when he saw him again, he had become so old.
Ten years was a long period of time for an ordinary person, but at that time, for a True Dan Realm martial artist, it was only one thirtieth of his life that had pa*sed.
The Xuan Feng of ten years ago was the appearance of a man in his thirties or forties, and ten years later, it should have been the same. Or rather, it should have been so.
“Senior Brother Xuanfeng, senior brother has come to see you again.” Xuan Goblet strolled over to the recliner and said indifferently.
There was no warmth in his words that he once had, only coldness. Xuan Feng didn’t care much either, still looking at the sky with an old and demented look on his face.
“Senior brother, the situation of the sect today, senior brother has also told you. You can’t stop it, nor is it possible to do so. It’s time for Xuan Chen to pay the price for what he did in the past.” Xuan Goblet continued.
His words did not seem to have the slightest effect, and Xuan Feng’s pupils did not move, as if he was really an old man whose mind had blurred.
But in reality, Xuan Feng, who was only a few dozen years old today, could still live for at least two hundred years if he really wanted to.
“It seems that Senior Brother Ling does not want to say much and has buried all his secrets in his heart.”
The unfamiliar voice caused Xuan Feng’s eyes to move slightly. In this True Martial Sect, anyone who could speak to Xuan Goblet on an equal footing was very familiar to Xuan Feng. Among these people, there was definitely no owner of that voice just now.
Moreover, the words “Senior Brother Ling” also revealed the fact that this person was not from the True Martial Sect.
“You ——” said Xuanfeng, with a dry voice, as if he hadn’t drunk water for days.
“Well, it depends on how you think.”
In the next instant, the face of the white-haired Daoist was reflected in Xuan Feng’s eyes, causing shocking waves of fluctuations to rise in his numb and godless eyes.
“Your face, your face ——”
The wrinkles continued to tremble, and the seemingly dry and weak arm was at this moment born with incomparable strength, straightening up and pointing straight at the incredulous face.
It was a face that could not be forgotten, and even with the considerable changes, Xuanfeng still recognized who the owner of this familiar face was.
“Who the hell are you?”
