Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 502: Turning against guests
"Why are you angry, Fellow Daoist Wang?!" Fei Yeyi's expression was indifferent, but the Golden Core cultivator from the Wenshan Sect who was called out felt that the former had the words "knowing the answer but asking it" written all over his face.

He shouted angrily, "Your family actually dared to harm my Wenshan Sect's disciple! Do you really think that with just you and your beast, and these dozen or so Golden Core cultivators, you can withstand the wrath of a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

Before Fei Yeyi could react to these words, Fei Tianqin glared at him and unleashed a dense aura of killing intent, which made the fellow Golden Core cultivator from the Wenshan Sect feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Brother,"

"Hmph!" Fei Tianqin snorted coldly, but still kept his sharp eyes fixed on the Golden Core cultivator surnamed Wang. The latter felt as if he were being pricked by thorns, which only fueled Fei Tianqin's ferocity. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:
"Fei Tianqin! Don't think that just because your skills are slightly better than those of a useless person like me, you can put on airs in front of me. My Wenshan Sect is not a sect without a foundation, and it is not up to you mere bigwigs to bully us."

These words were rather blunt, and given Wang's status as a Golden Core cultivator, they were rather unseemly. However, although the expressions of the various cultivators present differed, it was the Shu family's Golden Core cultivator who spoke first, before the Fei family.

He glanced at them briefly and asked coldly, "Fellow Daoist Wang, are you implying that the lives of people from your Wenshan Sect are more valuable, while the direct descendants of my Zuojiang Shu family are simply left to die?!"

The Wang family's golden elixir expression darkened, seemingly unaware of his slip of the tongue. Hearing the Shu family's golden elixir's questioning, he instead retorted sarcastically:
"What do you intend to do? At worst, I'll have your General Shu gather his troops and come to my Wenshan Sect's Moqi Mountain to demand an explanation?! Or at least I'll have to see if the Kuang family's clan will allow your Shu family to use the Imperial Guards at your disposal to seek revenge against my Wenshan Sect for personal grudges!"

“Fellow Daoist Wang Xinliu, I advise you to speak carefully,” Fei Yeyi, sitting at the head of the table, maintained his calm demeanor, but after giving Wang Xinliu another deep look, he took out the spiritual silk scrolls from which they had just imprinted their seals and said in a low voice:
"As I just mentioned to you all, entering this C6 prison cell is indeed risky; one could easily lose their life. However, you have complete faith in your sect's disciple, and have not shown any sign of backing down before, and you have also left your spiritual seal."

Even if this lawsuit were to reach your esteemed Master Muyi, I, Fei, would not be afraid. However, I still advise you to be cautious in your words and actions, lest you tarnish your sect's reputation.”

Wang Xinliu knew, of course, that he was being unreasonable, but Gong Butong was one of the most outstanding Daoist disciples in recent generations of their Wenshan Sect. Although he himself was a protector of the Dao and a high-level cultivator, in terms of actual status, he was not much higher than this junior, Gong Butong.

If the sect had known how dangerous this situation would be, they might not have been willing to risk their lives for their disciple.

After all, for the Wenshan Sect, there's not much difference whether they eat the Fei family's meat first or later. Since the pressure hasn't materialized yet, they can deal with it later; there's no need to be too hasty.

In other words, Wang Xinliu caused this trouble himself due to his recklessness, and naturally he needed to find someone to take the blame so he could explain himself back to the sect. After hearing Fei Yeyi's account, he was about to speak up again, but was silenced by Fei Yeyi's cold words:
"As for the matter of Fellow Daoist Wang's intention to invite General Shu to lead troops to attack the mountain, I, Fei, will personally write the Purple Palace Golden Palace Talisman and present it to Prime Minister Gui during the main court session ten days from now."

He might even write to inquire whether your Master Muyi is planning to plant the banner of rebellion in our Gyeonggi Province, in order to echo those treacherous heretics!

Upon hearing this, Wang Xinliu's expression changed, and his arrogant demeanor dissipated almost entirely in an instant.

He knew perfectly well that the Nascent Soul sect that dared to cause trouble at the Fei family, regardless of how close they were to the Immortal Dynasty, at least outwardly respected the Kuang family clan as their master.

Not to mention that the Wenshan Sect is nearing the capital, even the Benying Temple, which came all the way from the Snow Mountain Road, has begun to offer supplies and enter Taiyuan Capital since it confirmed that Kuang Liuting had formed a superior golden elixir.

Although the amount of supplies was merely a superficial gesture, its significance to outsiders was vastly different depending on whether it was present or absent.

Furthermore, unlike the current head of Benying Temple, who is the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator Ge Lie Zen Master, the Mu Yi Zhenren of Wenshan Sect is only at the initial stage of cultivation. In the current situation, it would be good enough if he could just maintain the status quo, let alone aspire to more!

From this perspective, no matter which side the Wenshan Cult chooses to side with in the future, it will never become a force capable of stirring up trouble; its fate of going with the flow has already been sealed.

Therefore, if what Fei Yeyi said was true, and he was indeed a true master of the sect, he would be questioned by the prime minister of the court.
Wang Xinliu grew increasingly frightened, regretting that he couldn't curb his impulsive nature and avoid making one mistake after another. If there had been no one else present, he might have already been contemplating beating his chest and weeping bitterly.

But it was too late for regrets at this point. Wang Xinliu looked around the hall and saw that even Ma Longqin, who had come with him, and the beautiful woman from the Su family had no intention of making an exception for him. He was filled with resentment and left the Fei family's place with a flick of his sleeve, returning to Moqi Mountain to report the matter.

No sooner had Wang Xinliu left than Shu Jiajindan, who had just been arguing with him, sneered: "The Wenshan Sect must be out of talent. They actually let out such a reckless and foolish person. Aren't they afraid of damaging their prestige?"

The Shu family is considered exceptional among the powerful families, and recently many members of the family have gained the favor of the Immortal Dynasty. They have notable figures in both the civil and military ranks. Therefore, even when facing individuals from Nascent Soul sects, the Golden Core cultivators of the Shu family dare to speak jokingly.

However, most of the cultivators in the arena were cautious by nature. Apart from some seasoned veterans who were equally reckless, no one agreed with the words of the Shu family's Golden Core cultivator.

The atmosphere inside the room suddenly turned cold. Fei Yeyi nodded to Fei Dongwen, who then lit up a talisman in his hand, and a brand-new mirage screen reappeared in the hall.

Fei Yeyi glanced again at Kang Dabao and the other two, who were distributing the spoils of war on the mirage screen, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, slightly beckoned to Fei Shuhe, who was standing quietly in a corner with a worried expression:
"Girl, come forward."

Although "Ancestor" Fei Shuhe was surprised, she still walked quickly to the front of the hall and bowed gracefully.

Fei Yewen said gently, "I just heard Nan Ying's letter mention that you wanted to ask for a spot in the Fei family's Hundred Fruit Secret Realm for that Kang son-in-law, so that he could have a chance to succeed, is that right?!"

As a daughter of a prominent family, Fei Shuhe didn't understand why her ancestor was asking the question, but she quickly replied in a clear voice, "Shuhe hopes that her husband will make progress quickly and contribute more to the family."

These words made many of the Fei family's senior scholars in the hall laugh. Pleasant words are nice to hear, but whether they are true or not is not something to worry about too much.

Fei Yeyi laughed after hearing this, but what he said next made the other Fei family cultivators in the room unable to laugh:
"The Hundred Fruits Secret Realm is merely a training ground for my Fei family's Foundation Establishment juniors. Letting our son-in-law Kang go in would be a waste of his talents. If word gets out, people might laugh at our family for mistreating our son-in-law and being stingy."

At this point, Fei Yeyi paused, looked around at the group of upper cultivators from the Fei family, and then said in a low voice, "This spot should be given to your boy, girl. That would be appropriate."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the various members of the Fei family's household members froze.

This Hundred Fruit Secret Realm contains mostly excellent resources usable by those in the Foundation Establishment stage. Few who enter it fail to gain anything, and their chances of forming a Core are always higher than others.

However, this secret realm only opens once every sixty years, and only ten slots are available each time, while the Fei family branch in Yingzhou has more than ten of them.

Because half of these ten spots are allocated to the strongest Shang Yutang, weaker sects would probably have to wait several lifetimes to get one. Yet, our ancestor has so casually given one away this time.
Not only that, the cultivators saw Fei Shuhe below the hall both surprised and delighted. Before they could even express their gratitude, they heard Fei Yeyi, who was sitting at the head of the table, say, "If that young master Kang can kill another one in the Bing Liu prison cell, then let your other son go in as well."

It was only because Fei Yeyi had a great reputation in the Fei family of Yingzhou that the upper-level cultivators in the hall, though their faces were not good, dared not speak.

Ignoring the overjoyed Fei Shuhe below, Fei Tianqin looked instead at the seemingly kind and gentle Fei Yeqing with a worried expression. However, it didn't utter a sound, but instead let out a cold snort, bringing the group of Fei family elders in the hall back to their senses.

Everyone knew that this Old Ancestor Tianqin was extremely eccentric, so after hearing this cold snort, who would dare to show any displeasure? Those cultivators familiar with Fei Tianqin's temperament could also discern the general meaning from that cold snort:
"If you're so capable, then let your disciples go and kill two Nascent Soul cultivators as well."

With outsiders present, even the seasoned Fei Tianqin had to restrain his temper. Fei Yeyi beckoned two disciples of Shangyutang and brought out a jade throne in front of the hall, gesturing for Fei Shuhe to sit down next to the group of Golden Core cultivators.

The old cultivator ignored the latter's excuses, and with another wave of his hand, drew the attention of all the external Golden Core cultivators back to the mirage screen, saying in a calm voice, "The battle of the living souls is not over yet, fellow Daoists, do not be distracted, and watch for a while longer."

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After resting for a while, Kang Dabao and the other two each took a Spirit Recovery Pill. This C6 cell was indeed more barren than many near-spirit lands, and the cultivators had been eating Spirit Recovery Pills like candy since they arrived. However, Sect Leader Kang's spiritual power was much more abundant than that of the Fei family uncle and nephew, and he completely refined the pill in just half an hour. Only then did he begin to assess the number of living souls he possessed.

Even disregarding the differences in craftsmanship, there are still three false pills, seven late-stage pills, ten mid-stage pills, and twenty-three early-stage pills.

"Based on this calculation, I have obtained 423 living souls. No one should have more than me." Even though Sect Leader Kang didn't care much about the Five Spirit Ice Sunflower, he was pleasantly surprised after calculating the number.

These fake pills, who were seriously injured and placed in the sixth cell of the Bing class with their lives hanging in the balance, have managed to survive until now, which means they must have some tricks up their sleeves.

Fu Neng and Han Chengfeng may have the strength, but they may not have the luck of Master Kang to acquire even a fake core soul. Even if they work alone and are more efficient, they may not be able to collect as many souls as the latter.

After Kang Dabao finished settling the accounts, Fei Nanyi and Fei Wanqing had already completed the refining process and then set off to search again.

Several more days passed, and not only did they gain little, but Fei Nanxin, whom the Fei uncle and nephew had been thinking about, also failed to appear. It was easy to guess that his current situation was not good.

This sixth prison cell was ultimately only equivalent to the area of ​​an outer county. By this time, the three of them had already explored most of the outer area and naturally arrived at the central area of ​​the prison.

The place remained as quiet and desolate as ever, just like the other places they had passed along the way. Therefore, the three of them didn't notice anything unusual and simply continued their routine investigation.

Fei Nanyi, having searched for a long time without finding anyone, was about to suggest changing locations when he saw Kang Dabao pause and his expression turn serious.

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong?" Fei Wanqing asked in a crisp voice, but was stopped by Kang Dabao's wave of his hand. The latter did not explain, but simply flicked his finger, and the Tu Quan, which was tucked in the storage bag, flew out again.

Fei Wanqing used her divine sense to probe the direction of Tu Quan and saw that although it was running towards an empty space, it made a muffled sound when it landed, and then the halberd was stained bright red again.

"This method of concealment is truly ingenious!" After succeeding, Master Kang did not show much relief.

It's a bit of a shame that most of the prisoners under surveillance are so poor that they don't even have a storage bag. Otherwise, they might have been able to find out the deceased cultivator's method of concealment and study it.

Unlike the admiring gaze in Fei Wanqing's eyes, Fei Nanyi felt a sense of apprehension towards Kang Dabao.

This is because the latter's spiritual sense and pupil techniques are far superior to those of others of the same level. No matter how harmless, gentle, and respectful such a person may seem, one must still be careful.

"Brother Nan Ying is truly a genius! How could he have thought of choosing a son-in-law from a mere Qi Refining sect back then?! The future head of the entire Fei family in Yingzhou is such a visionary!"

Once he got through these hurdles, Fei Nanyi was relieved of his worries and a slight sense of joy returned.

However, his joy did not last long, for he soon heard the sounds of fighting coming rapidly and without any attempt to conceal them.

"Let's see,"

Fei Nanyi was one of the few good-natured scions of aristocratic families. Having witnessed Kang Dabao's fierce performance in the previous few rounds, he didn't put on any airs of an elder and was happy to hand over the nominal command to the latter.

The three stealthily made their way to the scene of the fierce battle, where they found themselves surrounded by familiar faces. Su Changqiu was locked in combat with Han Chengfeng; although their fight hadn't been long, it was already clear that they were locked in a stalemate.

Despite having lost many valuable treasures, Su Changqiu, as the young master of the Su family of Yuezhu, still has a strength that is far superior to Han Chengfeng's.

In addition, Su Changqiu also had the Xuanqiong Treasure Canopy, a inherited magic treasure, to help him maintain a firm defensive stance even though he was fighting to the death and his Xuan Dao had several nicks in its blade, hoping to change the situation again.

However, now that Kang Dabao and his two companions have arrived, the battle situation is about to change again.

Su Changqiu was struck by Master Kang's pupil technique, which shattered his spiritual shield. His internal organs were also affected by the shock, and he immediately realized, "You're so troublesome, you're everywhere!"

Even though Su Changqiu was a Nascent Soul descendant with inherited magical treasures, he was still no match for Kang Dabao, the two Golden Core seed members from the Fei family, and Han Chengfeng, who were working together.

In fact, he had only fought for a short time when he realized that the broad-faced, burly man in front of him was truly formidable. Even with the Xuanqiong Treasure Canopy, a treasure passed down through generations, he would have had little chance of winning if the situation were reversed and no outsiders were involved.

Just as the four of them were about to take Su Changqiu's life with their combined efforts, the annoying Buddhist chanting came from behind again. Fu Neng's complexion was still not good, clearly he had been seriously injured by the Great Master Kang's penetrating golden eyes, and here there was a lack of medical care and medicine, so it was difficult for him to recover.

At this moment, the six people who were still free gathered together, but instead of saying a kind word, they immediately wanted to fight to the death.

In this battle, none of the cultivators exerted their full strength; they unleashed a variety of techniques one after another, truly putting their fire to the test.

The change of events still came from the direction of Sect Leader Kang. He used golden light to slightly block Su Changqiu's magic weapon. He used the same old trick, carrying a short halberd to approach the opponent. With the Eight Desolations Mountain Suppression, the fist energy landed in Su Changqiu's arms, causing him to almost faint from the pain.

With Su Changqiu's side suffering a setback, the pressure naturally fell on Fu Neng. Although the latter's Pure Lotus Initial Earth Phase was extraordinary, he could withstand the attack of four people. However, after a short while, he was in grave danger and suffered many physical injuries.

Meanwhile, the pot-bellied young man surnamed Su, who was lying in the blood pool of Cishan, had glimpsed this scene through the spots of flower petals hidden in the grass.

Seeing the carnage and deadly attacks on both sides, the pot-bellied youth immediately smiled again. He sat up from the pool of blood, and his belly, already the size of a football, visibly swelled even more.

He was clearly aware of the changes his body was undergoing, and showed no surprise. He simply smiled and said to Cui Wuyang, who was standing to the side:
"Haha, Senior Cui, we can send out our troops now. These seedlings are very valuable; we can't let too many of them perish! Otherwise, we might lose more resources but suffer a greater loss, ruining our plans!"

The latter hesitated for a moment, then gathered the 120 men who had just begun to take shape and rushed out together.

The six people outside Cishan were still locked in fierce combat. Su Changqiu's condition had become so critical that even the beautiful woman of the Su family frowned, finding it difficult to feel at ease.

However, Su Changqiu was an experienced warrior and possessed a protective treasure bestowed by a master, so the main attacker, Master Kang, was unable to subdue him for a time.

At that moment, the hundred convicts who had made no attempt to conceal their tracks and had run out boldly were also noticed by the cultivators present.

The leader, Cui Wuyang, exuded an imposing aura. A roughly made banner was bound to a middle-aged cultivator who had been humiliated beyond recognition. Sect Leader Kang, with his sharp eyesight, recognized the man at a glance:
"Uncle Nanxin."

The cultivators, who had been locked in a life-or-death struggle, suddenly became perfectly in sync and ceased their attacks. This was because, at this moment, all the cultivators clearly saw: "The prey in the hunting ground has grown fangs! It wants to devour its prey!"

(End of this chapter)