Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 459 - 291: Finally No Need to Eat Oranges_2

Chapter 459: Chapter 291: Finally No Need to Eat Oranges_2

As long as they leave the mysterious main helm of the Hundred Demons Sect, they shouldn’t return this time.

Two huge points of light appeared on the golden map.

"Sect Leader Tang was right, they are indeed here," Lu Yuzhou marveled.

It’s not just here; other places have people doing the same thing.

Under the Northern Great Wall, somewhere.

The Demon Race dug a big pit, then with great fanfare, buried the small box of the Demon Race bigwig, Wang Siwen, Ms. Wang.

Then they covered it with a little soil, played a little tune, and laid out a grand banquet. After waiting for a long time, everyone sat down to eat and drink.

Not just at this spot, many small boxes were buried under the Northern Great Wall.

Apart from placing the boxes, this meaningless ceremony was just an excuse for a banquet. After it, a map depicting north of the East Continent appeared in White Emperor City.

In the northern mountains, three purple ghost fires lit up.

To the west.

The Great Witch of the Barbarian Race, Granny Anya, had already prepared the altar. Although the ceremony was about to begin, she still felt uneasy.

So she summoned her daughter-in-law and a few Barbarian Kings to give some instructions.

Soon, many signs appeared around the specially designated Spirit-Seeking Land.

Each sign had the same inscription.

[Qin Lang, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, is prohibited from entering]

Once everything was arranged, Granny Anya finally felt at ease. She carefully took out a golden branch of the Holy Tree, placed it before her, pressed her hands together against her forehead, and softly chanted a spell before it.

As the ceremony proceeded, the dry leaf on the golden branch fell off, the withered branch came back to life, and microcosms of mountains and rivers appeared on the leaves of the Holy Tree.

Similarly, two points of light were marked.

The three parties each took charge of a part of the area, marking the approximate locations of the Hundred Demons Sect elders. Once the Qinghe Association concluded its affairs, they could directly close the net.

The Grand Elders of the Hundred Demons Sect were handled by these Old Ascenders, while the more minor tasks were given to the Middle Ascenders and some promising Small Ascenders.

Brother Feng was one of the promising Small Ascenders.

After guidance from Zhang Ze and training by his master, his mindset was quite calm. He had no issues with not being able to showcase his prowess at the Qinghe Association.

Moreover, Brother Feng found it more interesting to deal with those people of the Hundred Demons Sect.

Brother Feng sat arrogantly opposite Song Qingpao.

Song Qingpao looked at this subordinate he had raised from insignificance with some irritation, not only because of Brother Feng’s eyes but also because of his cultivation.

For some reason, he always had a sense of crisis of falling out of favor in front of the seniors.

"When did you reach the Golden Core stage?" Song Qingpao asked, putting on the airs of an old superior.

"The day before yesterday, or last month, I forgot. Why, can’t I have a Golden Core?" Brother Feng’s mouth was still infuriating.

"Why did you leave Cyan Thorn and show up here?" Song Qingpao asked again.

"With all the Righteous Path gathering at Cyan Thorn, I was feeling stifled and wanted to get out for a bit. Can’t I? Without the Holy Order, I can act on my own, isn’t that what you told me?" Brother Feng took his legs off the table, "But what about you, why are you here?"

Although using honorifics, Song Qingpao didn’t feel any respect, making it seem like he was the subordinate.

"Is that any of your business!" Whether in anger or for some other reason, Song Qingpao’s response came off a bit effeminate.

There was even a hint of a haughty tone.

Brother Feng, trained professionally, never laughs when he shouldn’t.

Finding it amusing enough, Lin Feng threw out the explanation he had prepared earlier.

"I lost a batch of goods around here, and my people were killed. Nameless Lord is too busy to deal with it, so I had to come here myself. If it was our sect mates from the Demon Sect who did it, then I need an explanation."

"How do you know it was our sect mates who did it? What if it was those Sword Sect people?" An agitated Song Qingpao launched into a spiral of counterattack.

Lin Feng looked at Song Qingpao as if he were an idiot, "Then just let it go. Unless Lord Song wants to seek justice at the Sword Hall here for me, or lead the small ones to attack the Sword Sect?"

"Hah," Song Qingpao snorted coldly and got up to leave.

Brother Feng encountered Song Qingpao purely by accident; he came here to scout out another Demon Helm.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Song Qingpao.

He originally planned to catch two birds with one stone, taking him along, but suddenly recalled what Zhang Ze had mentioned.

According to his Senior Brother Zhang’s theory, Song Qingpao was considered a lucky star. Although he’s utterly corrupt and beyond redemption, he’s an indispensable part of the Hundred Demons Sect’s collapse plan.

This man is like the fly that flaps its wings in a chamber pot and can stir up waves on the East Sea.

Without him, our intelligence network is directly cut by half.

We need to protect him well, but there’s no need to show him a good face, because this person bullies the weak while fearing the strong, being polite in front but arrogant behind.

So, when Brother Feng saw Song Qingpao about to leave, he wanted to stop him and extract some more intelligence.

He also began to reflect, realizing his sarcastic skills weren’t as natural as Senior Brother Zhang’s. It seemed his words just now had really angered Mr. Song Qingpao.

Just before he could speak, someone appeared behind him.

"Why do you have the scent of a Sword Cultivator on you?"

A pressure enveloped Brother Feng.

Song Qingpao, hearing the voice, turned his head to see who it was, and was about to flatter the Five Rams Grand Elder, but upon tasting the words of Five Rams, he became uncertain and suspicious.

Lin Feng looked at Song Qingpao’s fascinating expression and already understood in his heart. He calmly said, "In response to Five Rams Grand Elder, I was born a Loose Cultivator, and during my youth, I had a fortuitous encounter where I obtained a Black Sword. Upon entering, no one taught me the Dharma Method of the Hundred Demons Sect. To safely infiltrate the Cyan Thorn, I naturally could only become a Sword Cultivator."

"How do you know I’m Five Rams?"

"Someone who can make Lord Song lose his composure like this, besides the Nameless Lord, could only be you, right?"

"Turn around." Five Rams ordered.

Brother Feng naturally turned around, as if the pressure didn’t exist.

He looked up at Five Rams, his eyes filled only with a longing for power and a deeply concealed greed.

Five Rams squinted his eyes looking at Lin Feng, feeling a sense of familiarity as if seeing a younger self.

Being someone extremely narcissistic and only trusting in himself, Five Rams greatly trusted his first impressions, though the necessary inquiries were still useful.

He took out the Black King Order and contacted ’Nameless.’

Soon, a review of Brother Feng came from ’Nameless.’

[His words are irritating, but he’s very capable, needs coaching.]

Five Rams glanced at Song Qingpao, who had just been irritated, and then at Lin Feng, who had already reached Golden Core, feeling this evaluation was quite fair.

Moreover, having seen Lin Feng in person, he felt a fondness for him based on his initial impression and grew fond of him.

Song, although sweet-tongued, has lacking cultivation talent with a clearly visible ceiling, making guiding him uninteresting.

It’s better to guide this Lin Feng; perhaps he can pass down his own skills.

Five Rams then said to Lin Feng, "You don’t need to return to Cyan Thorn. From now on, you’ll follow me and do things alongside me."

"Great opportunities are approaching, and if you seize them, you can soar to the skies in one bound."

Lin Feng appropriately exhibited emotions fitting his current identity, instantly kneeling on one knee, expressing his willingness to serve Five Rams loyally.

Five Rams was also in a great mood, feeling all was well lately.

As for Brother Feng, he also felt good, because although he didn’t know what Five Rams intended to do, following him would surely lead to unexpected gains.

Lin Feng glanced back at Song Qingpao with a meaningful look.

This look, in Song Qingpao’s interpretation, was full of provocation, a taunt after becoming equal with him.

But Brother Feng didn’t mean it that way. He just felt his senior brother was right, that Song Qingpao indeed lived up to being the core of the intelligence network, like a fly on a chamber pot.

Lin Feng swore he would protect Song Qingpao and not let him suffer any harm, ensuring he continued to shine brightly.

...

At the Qinghe Association side.

A few days passed, and after everyone was sick of eating oranges, Qinghe Association’s sparring session was finally coming to an end.

At this time, Zhang Ze was sitting in the courtyard, teasing Maomao with a tree branch in one hand while looking at the long-unseen Old Tang.

Though Old Tang was originally old, he usually seemed quite spirited.

But upon meeting today, for some reason, Old Tang’s eyes carried a hint of fatigue, as if he had been mentally and physically exhausted these past few days.

"Taoist, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, just haven’t slept well these past few days. I’ve come to tell you that during tomorrow’s last match, feel free to use all your skills without reservation."

"Really? Who’s the opponent? Must be formidable!"

"Xiao Teng."

Zhang Ze fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, and then asked a very crucial question.

"Who’s Xiao Teng?"