Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 542 The Grudge Over Yellow Millet

As soon as the old bird in the sky made its call, Master Kang didn't even have time to show any joy. Instead, Master Huang Mijia suddenly trembled his fingers and his eyes filled with shock and fear.

"I thought that Fei Donggu's arrival meant the Fei family valued him, but why is this old bird here? Didn't Kang Dabao say that Xiang Tianxing, the head of the upper sect's general affairs, has been keeping an eye on his movements?"

He was filled with fear and uncertainty, but disregarding any fear of backlash, he immediately extinguished the raging flames and obediently bowed:

"Under the rule of the Lord of Zhaixing Tower, Huang Miboren, the Lord of Yunze Witch Lord Hall, who is in charge of the thirteen Golden Core gates in the northern border of Huangpi Road, pays his respects to Marquis Fengcheng."

The towering figure in the air slowly shrank and descended. Even though Huang Mijia's salutations reached his ears, the old bird didn't even glance at him. On the contrary, Kang Dabao, who calmly uttered the four words "Greetings, Ancestor," caught Fei Tianqin's eye.

"Young Kang, where is Master Peng?"

The sect leader, Kang, honestly replied, "He went south from Chenjiang County in Sizhou, but his destination is unknown."

Fei Tianqin nodded for a moment and said softly, "That Taoist priest has some skill. It's not bad that you were able to hurt him with your meager skills. It's just a pity that you didn't complete the task. I'm afraid there will be future troubles."

Kang Dabao said politely, "I'm useless."

Fei Tianqin clearly agreed with Master Kang's statement, not refuting it to his face but simply nodding in agreement, and later added:

"It's alright. Just bring Jiang boy to my door often to listen to my teachings. As for that Taoist Peng, I will find him myself. You don't need to worry about him."

After the old bird finished speaking, he turned his sharp eyes to Master Huang Mijia.

You should know that the latter was a late-stage gacha master who had been famous for hundreds of years, yet he was chilled to the bone by this old bird's slight glance. The hair on his body immediately stood on end, which was not the usual reaction of someone of the same level.

The shamans and warrior monks of the Yunze Shaman Temple were not only highly skilled, but also quick-witted. Without needing instructions from the Golden Core cultivators engaged in fierce battle in the air, they gradually withdrew from the fighting with the Kang clan soldiers and waited for the old bird in the air to speak.

The Fifth Palace Master Qiao Xiuniang and the Tenth Palace Master Feng Yifan also tacitly abandoned their opponents and retreated to Huang Mijia's side.

The two men couldn't help but marvel at how majestic this old bird was. Even though it hadn't yet taken human form, seeing it was almost as if they had met a real person in person.

This old bird remained silent for a long time, only staring coldly, which made the three hall masters of Yunze Witch Lord Hall feel their scalps tingle. In the end, it was Master Huang Mijia who forced himself to speak:

“Lord Fengcheng, this time Marquis Wuning has invaded our territory without cause, killing five or six of my sect masters and countless disciples. My sect is only here to seek justice for our fellow disciples, and has no intention of making things difficult for you, Lord Fengcheng.”

Fei Tianqin listened attentively, offering neither explanation nor rebuttal, but merely scoffing softly: "You think you're worthy of making things difficult for me?!"

Kang Dabao could see that Huang Mijia's face was constantly changing between purple and black after being humiliated like this, but the latter was still clear-headed. He bowed deeply and said, "This junior was just indignant for a moment. If I was disrespectful in my previous words, I hope that Marquis Fengcheng will forgive me."

"Ha, so you can speak human language after all."

Fei Tianqin's loud laughter was extremely grating to the ears of the hundreds of cultivators in the Yunze Witch Lord's Palace. Countless resentful gazes fell upon him, yet even so, it did not soften its tone.
"Let's forget about the unprovoked invasion and the killing of our disciples. This time, I'll give you, the Palace Master of the Yunze Witch Lord Palace, face. From now on, let's make peace and call it a day. Neither of us should hold a grudge. Let's just let this matter drop."

These words left Huang Mijia speechless with anger. The other two temple masters, their faces flushed with rage, dared not speak, and could only watch as the former bowed again and spoke once more: "Lord Fengcheng, I am the Venerable Yunze Shaman."

But before he could finish speaking, the old bird interrupted him coldly: "What, do you think I don't know how your Huangpi Dao behaves? You can bully other families, but you can't bully your own family's son-in-law?"

Upon hearing the words, Master Huang Mijia was about to softly chant the Buddha's name to prevent his anger from exploding in his chest, but just as he was about to speak, Fei Tianqin's sharp gaze pierced him, rendering him speechless. He could only hear it chanting in a deep voice:
"Do you think I'm trying to reason with you? What is your family anyway? Do you think you're worthy to reason with me?! If you think you have these two battalions of soldiers to rely on, then you can try to fight me with your fists."

"I may not have the ability to wipe out your entire family, but today I will absolutely not let you escape with your life! After I take your soul and body, I will still go and eradicate your family's lineage!"

Huang Mijia was filled with rage and fear, the words stuck in his throat, unable to find the right words, and he was caught in a dilemma. Only after several breaths did his mind calm down, and at that moment, the old monk had no choice but to resort to his last resort:

"Marquis of Fengcheng, my family is still under the jurisdiction of the Lord of Zhaixing Tower."

Though brief, the meaning was perfectly clear. Fei Tianqin understood, but it remained unperturbed, merely scrutinizing Huang Mijia for a moment longer before its sneer returned.

"Heh, otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive to speak with your ancestor like this?!"

"The Marquis of Fengcheng, that's my home."

"roll!"

Master Huang Mijia felt that the old bird's fierce shout was even more chilling than the gale on the sacred snow mountain, and he immediately felt a chill.

He could clearly see that even when Fei Tianqin mentioned the Star-Picking Tower earlier, the fierce glint in his eyes had not faded. He knew that if this old bird got angry, he might really take his life.

Logically speaking, it's obvious which is more important, the sect's prestige or the hall master's reputation, compared to one's own life. However, with nearly a thousand disciples following him, how could Master Huang Mijia simply turn around and leave after being verbally abused by the bird?
His situation became even more difficult for a time.

Fifth Palace Master Qiao Xiuniang and Tenth Palace Master Feng Yifan could see this clearly, but they still shared the same thoughts.

Although they were both rogue cultivators, they had been taken in and cared for by the Yunze Witch Lord Palace for many years. It would be an exaggeration to say that they had no feelings for each other. However, if Master Huang Miga really wanted to overestimate his abilities and fight this old bird of the Fei family to the death, he would have better run away.

However, just as the two had this thought, someone else appeared in the arena. Huang Mijia, seeing the streak of light, was almost moved to tears. He saw Xiang Tianxing, clad in a brocade robe, gracefully descending on a jeweled halberd:

"The Marquis of Fengcheng remains as elegant and his Taoist arts are profound. Why bother making things difficult for these lowly subordinates?!"

"You little brat, you stole my people and you still dare to show yourself?!"

Fei Tianqin's words were half sarcastic and half angry. Before Xiang Tianxing could speak, Fei Tianqin coldly added:
"Where did Master Peng go? Where did you take him? Why did you suddenly untie him and let him out?! Tell me about this, but I don't believe that your Star-Picking Pavilion would be so careless as to leave no tricks on him."

Xiang Tianxing stood holding his halberd, offering no reply, but speaking in a calm voice:
"This time, it was Marquis Wuning who intruded on our territory without cause, robbed treasures and killed people, which caused dissatisfaction among the people of Yunze Witch Lord Palace and led to their self-defense. Marquis Fengcheng is an elder of the Immortal Dynasty and a senior cultivator, but he is biased towards his own family, which is also unsightly."

Kang Dabao's eyes darkened, and he was about to step forward to answer, but Fei Tianqin did not give him the chance and immediately replied:

"You're being unreasonable! Where in this world is there any logic in helping those in the right and not your own family?!"

These arrogant words, though spoken so naturally, seemed perfectly natural to the cultivators. But it wasn't finished. After a cold snort, it pointed its halberd at Huang Mijia and the other two, saying in a chilling voice:
"You mean Kang Dabao harmed five Golden Core cultivators from the Yunze Witch Venerable Hall? Well, didn't I return three to you today? Seriously though, this kid who cultivates the Snow Mountain Buddhist method is actually worth much more. In the end, your Star-Picking Pavilion still came out on top!"

Xiang Tianxing was not a good-tempered man. Even if this old bird was truly difficult to defeat, there were still three hall masters and nearly a thousand soldiers from the Yunze Witch Lord Hall present. They might not be without the power to fight this old bird.

He raised an eyebrow and revealed the tip of his halberd. When the Grand Master Kang saw the magic weapon, he felt as if he had seen a peerless beauty who was completely naked, and his heart was filled with a hundred claws.

However, after taking another look at Xiang Tianxing with great interest, Fei Tianqin changed his tune:

"Enough, enough. If I were to take your life today, it would be difficult for Bai Canhong to bear it. How about this, I will give you Peng Daoren. I will not be able to find him again. Let's leave it at that. Let Chongming Sect and Yunze Witch Lord Hall reconcile and become sworn brothers. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

It was rare for this usually arrogant old bird to speak so softly. Xiang Tianxing was already lacking in confidence, and he was also worried about the Taoist Peng who had fled elsewhere, so he didn't have much energy to deal with Fei Tianqin.

After making up his mind, he did not consult with Master Huang Mijia, but simply nodded and replied, "Tianxing does not want to make a big fuss, so he will follow what Marquis Fengcheng said."

Huang Mijia was dissatisfied but there was nothing he could do. After hearing the man and the bird agree on the terms, he could only ask in a low voice, "But I don't know how this sworn brotherhood will be established?!"

Fei Tianqin seemed to be in a good mood, even having the leisure to make jokes. He pointed a feather at Huang Mijia's side, specifically at the rather beautiful Qiao Xiuniang, and said with a grin:
"That's easy! Aren't all your palace masters sisters? You can marry this little girl to my son-in-law as a concubine, and then our two families will become sworn relatives!"

Master Kang smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and Master Huang Mijia could not respond.

Qiao Xiuniang, who was standing beside the latter, was a person who had achieved the Dao for two or three hundred years. She was not angered by such a joke. She simply replied in a crisp voice, "Please don't joke, Lord Marquis."

Xiang Tianxing didn't want to pay attention to the old bird's nonsense, but calmly urged, "Now that this matter has been settled, please lead your troops out of the country. If it is not necessary, do not come to Huangpi Road again."

The latter was somewhat annoyed by Xiang Tianxing's serious tone, but he only muttered in dissatisfaction, "This guy really thinks he's Bai Canhong, daring to show off his power to me, the ancestor."

Despite his dissatisfaction, Fei Tianqin found the outcome acceptable. As for Peng Daoren's whereabouts, it wasn't something that could be easily dismissed; it was simply a matter of giving Xiang Tianxing, a younger man who valued face, a way out.

However, it is true that it is difficult to find Master Peng in the short term. This evil cultivator does have some skills. Fei Tianqin will probably need to find a group of spiritually knowledgeable people, such as Wuweilou, to conduct a thorough search before it can be of any use.

However, this old bird still needs to stay in Fengming Prefecture and do many things that the two True Immortals cannot do in person.

This trip was specifically to vent its anger over Xiang Tianxing's robbery; otherwise, given its temperament, it would have suppressed Xiang Tianxing and taken the lives of two Golden Core cultivators before returning home.

Thoughts raced through his mind, one after another. Growing weary of it all, the old bird simply gave up and urged Headmaster Kang to speak:
"Let's go, come back with me, your ancestor, and find that brat Gu Rong to make you an offensive magic weapon. Look at your shabby appearance, if others didn't know better, they would think that the Fei family of Yingzhou only mistreats their son-in-law."

The latter paid no heed to Fei Tianqin's sarcastic remarks, but quickly approached and whispered, "Ancestor, I previously shattered a third-grade high-quality bronze corpse in the cave, which may have some connection with Daoist Peng. The corpse core is still in my possession, and I don't know if it will be of any use to you in searching for that evil cultivator."

"A high-grade, third-tier bronze corpse. Corpse pill." Fei Tianqin's eyes showed a hint of surprise as he thought to himself:
"This lad seems to possess more than just the ability to ambush in secret. In terms of actual combat skills, Nan Ying may no longer be able to match him. My younger brother truly has discerning eyes; how can ordinary people compare?! What a pity."

"Well, we'll discuss this in detail when we get back."

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Fei Tianqin and his group of sect leaders left without mentioning that Huang Mijia was heartbroken and wanted to go to Xiang Tianxing's side for some comfort, but was interrupted by the latter: "The sect leader is currently planning something important and rarely has time to spare, so you may have to suffer some grievances, Palace Master."

As the original poster mentioned before, although Kang Dabao's cultivation level was low, his identity was also sensitive. It seemed that he had even cultivated a pure spirit golden core true body, which is why Emperor Wei appreciated and valued him. It was really not easy to make a move against him.

However, I, Xiang, can vouch for this: once the great undertaking is accomplished, the Lord will surely avenge the Lord of today.

Xiang Tianxing was still concerned about Peng Daoren's whereabouts, so he had no time to talk to Huang Mijia. He didn't even look at the demoralized shaman soldiers and warrior monks. He just gave a brief explanation to the three palace masters and then rode away on his halberd.

Huang Mijia was so angry that his heart bled. Now that the Yunze Witch Lord Palace had lost lives and its prestige, there would likely be many loose ends to deal with in the northern border of Huangpi Road. How could it possibly control the thirteen Golden Core cultivators?!

He wasn't blinded by resentment; he simply pondered Xiang Tianxing's excuse before leaving for a while longer, and soon his eyes lit up:
"Xiang Tianxing previously said that the man surnamed Kang seems to be a pure spirit golden core cultivator. If that's true, then his essence, blood, and spiritual energy are certainly not comparable to ordinary people. I remember that old ghost Pu from the Liangyi Sect seems to have been searching for him all these years."

(End of this chapter)