After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 223 Hundred Refinement Peak

The roof of Baixiang Pavilion.

Li Musheng glanced down and saw the silver-haired old man's men ride away. He nodded slightly and muttered to himself:

"With his two sons killed one after another, it would be somewhat unreasonable for the peak master of Hundred Refinements Peak not to take revenge personally."

Originally, Li Musheng was too lazy to pay attention to the martial arts experts from the city lord's mansion below. However, as soon as he said this, the silver-haired old man below suddenly twitched his ears and then looked up at the top of the pavilion.

The silver-haired old man was startled when he first saw Li Musheng sitting on the roof ridge. His aura suddenly surged, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng sighed.

……

Before long, the silver-haired old man and more than a dozen martial arts masters from the city lord's mansion died one after another...

……

Hundred Refinement Peak.

The dark mountain features towering peaks and jagged rocks, appearing majestic and menacing in the night.

One side is a sheer cliff thousands of feet high, bound by giant ropes. On the smooth, green wall, the four gilded ancient seal characters "百炼成峰" (meaning "forged through a hundred refinements") gleamed in the darkness.

On the other side of the cliff, on the mountainside, there are magnificent palaces and countless exquisite houses and courtyards, presenting a scene of prosperity and flourishing.

At this time, Hundred Refinement Peak was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with lanterns hanging everywhere on the peak, making it as bright as day.

At this moment, a woman, drenched in sweat, rode a fast horse and came to a sudden stop in front of the towering mountain gate archway.

Then, disregarding the proper etiquette for paying respects at the mountain, she hastily dismounted and cried out:

"Young Master Zheng is in trouble!"

The disciples of Hundred Refinement Peak who remained at the mountain gate originally intended to punish the woman by whipping her, seeing that she was unruly.

But upon hearing that it concerned "Young Master Zheng," he immediately stopped, frowned, and demanded:
"What happened?"

"Young City Lord Zheng... has been murdered!"

The courtesan of Baixiang Pavilion spoke breathlessly, and upon hearing this, the disciples guarding the mountain gate immediately changed their expressions.

After hurriedly questioning the courtesan about what had happened, he quickly left.

Next, the matter was reported through various levels of government, and finally reached the First Madam of the Peak Master of Hundred Refinements Peak.

Upon hearing that her own son had been killed, the First Madam was filled with grief and rage. She immediately sent someone to inform Zheng Yunfeng of the matter, and at the same time, she summoned the elders of the peak to accompany her on her journey to Hundred Refinement City.

"On this auspicious occasion of the Peak Master's birthday, it is inappropriate for the Peak Master to leave the mountain. Anyone who dares to kill my son will be punished by my own hand, their bones reduced to ashes!"

The First Madam, with her elegant demeanor and full head of white hair, now had red-rimmed eyes and tear stains on her wrinkled face.

Zheng Zi was her son, whom she had in her middle age, and she had doted on him since he was a child. Now that she, an old woman, had lost her son, how could she not be filled with grief and madness?

Soon, the First Madam of Hundred Refinement Peak rode in a carriage, accompanied by two elders of the Hundred Refinement Peak Law Enforcement Hall and a group of disciples and experts, and headed straight for Hundred Refinement City under the cool night sky.

Meanwhile, atop the thousand-foot cliff of Bailian Peak, a small courtyard built of iron stone stands atop the cloud-shrouded mountain.

The courtyard's iron gate was tightly shut; there were no lights, no people, and not a single flower or plant in the vicinity.

Before long, a shadowy figure quietly drifted over, revealing a hunched old man in a black robe.

But the old man simply stood on the gray stone steps in front of the courtyard gate, bowing and standing there blankly without making a sound or going forward.

After a while, a strong voice came from the courtyard: "What business does Elder Wu have with me so late at night?"

The old man in black robes immediately bowed respectfully towards the small courtyard before him and replied succinctly:
"Zheng Zi was murdered at Baixiang Pavilion. The perpetrator specifically requested that you, Peak Master, personally go to avenge him. However, the First Madam has already led people to Bailian City."

Upon hearing this, the courtyard fell silent.

Faintly visible, the clouds and mist swirling between the towering cliffs were spinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the entire Hundred Refinement Peak seemed to be on the verge of a gust of wind.

At this moment, Peak Master Zheng Yunfeng's voice rang out again, but it was devoid of any emotion as he said:
"Now, Luoshen Peak is in a turbulent time. I don't know where the Dali court got the audacity. In less than a month, they hastily decided to attack our sect."

"Zi'er's accident at this time is probably related to the Dali court."

Upon hearing this, the old man in black robes looked up at the courtyard in front of him and said:
"What you say is absolutely right. The young city lord died innocently, and the blame should be placed on the Great Li Dynasty."

A sigh suddenly came from the courtyard, and for a moment, the low-hanging clouds above the cliff peak seemed to rumble with thunder.

"My birthday is approaching, which should be a joyous occasion, but now I am grieving the loss of my son and have no interest in celebrating it at all."

Zheng Yunfeng's voice was extremely cold, but the old man in black robes on the stone steps in front of the courtyard quickly bowed his head and said:

"Why don't I go myself, capture that villain alive, and hand him over to the Peak Master for his personal disposal?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yunfeng then spoke calmly:

"No need, this matter can be handled by Madam."

"My intention is to have Elder Wu personally make the trip. In Hundred Refinements City, everyone connected to the Great Li Dynasty must be executed without exception."

The old man in black robes moved slightly, raised his eyes, and immediately replied:
"I accept the order and will gladly sacrifice my life as a lackey of the imperial court to comfort the spirit of the young city lord in heaven."

Having said that, he did not linger on the stone steps, but bowed and took three steps back before disappearing from the cliff peak.

After the old man in black robes left, a woman's voice rang out in the previously silent courtyard:

My condolences to Brother Zheng.

However, one could only hear his voice but never see him.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yunfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on a stone mat in the courtyard, closed his eyes and remained silent. His body was surrounded by wisps of golden true energy, obscuring his true appearance. He simply asked:

"Junior Sister, instead of staying at Jade Wave Peak, what brings you here to seek my help?"

The two voices were confined to the small courtyard with its iron gate tightly closed, while outside the courtyard, all was silent.

"The Great Li Tianjin Guard launched a four-pronged attack on the four peaks of Luoshen Peak, and Yulan Peak, which I am in charge of, is among them."

The woman's voice floated out, saying:

"As far as I know, the commander of the Imperial Guard, Fu Qiwen, had the help of the previous commander of the Great Li, and it was this man who led the attack on Yulan Peak."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yunfeng, surrounded by golden true energy, seemed to open his eyes, staring directly into the empty air in a certain spot in the courtyard, and said:

"Junior sister, are you perhaps worried that you are no match for that person and wish to ask for my help?"

In the void, formless and invisible, yet wisps of true energy from heaven and earth continuously gathered, and then a woman's voice faintly echoed, saying:

"It's not that I'm afraid of this person, but rather that he doesn't have much time left. He agreed to help Fu Qiwen this time, most likely because he's prepared to die."

"This person wants to die with me, but I don't want to needlessly fight to the death and deplete myself."

(End of this chapter)