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"Expelled from the sect? Is this Black Wind Sect's answer?"

Wei Zhong looked at the message in his hand with surprise.

Yang Chupei nodded:

"Indeed, this is probably the limit that Kurokazuchi can achieve."

"It's unrealistic to expect the Black Wind Sect to personally bind up their two top disciples and send them to my Green Cliff Sect..."

Wu Ang looked regretful:

"This adds two more problems. Both of them are at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Although they have just advanced, their strength is not bad. Within our sect, only my junior brother and I can handle them."

"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark," Wei Zhong said in a deep voice, tapping the wooden chair. "In the near future, all of you fellow disciples should refrain from going out. At most, you should travel between the mountain gate and Songlinfang. Let's lay low for a while..."

Everyone nodded.

One day, Wei Zhong finished refining the elixirs and handed them all over to Yang Chupei.

Seeing Wei Zhong walk towards the mountain gate, Yang Chupei looked worried:

"Junior Brother, are you heading to Songlin Village? Would you like Junior Brother to accompany you?"

Wei Zhong shook his head:

"No need, it's only a short distance, I'll be right back."

"Junior Brother is busy with his cultivation; it would be a shame to delay him over such a trivial matter."

Wei Zhong waved his hand, then walked out of the mountain gate and followed the mountain path down the mountain.

At first, he walked slowly, but after walking a mile, his speed suddenly increased dramatically.

Like fallen leaves drifting down the mountainside, it was the Green Cliff Sect's escape technique, Falling Leaves Drifting.

However, that's not all. Wei Zhong's current escape speed is far beyond what a simple falling leaf could achieve.

A faint breeze supported its body, propelling it down the mountain at an even faster speed.

This is precisely the skill that Wei Zhong acquired after practicing swordsmanship for many days under Lin Qingyuan's guidance.

With the help of the gentle breeze, the falling leaves are made to drift away.

For fallen leaves to drift quickly, a gentle breeze is essential.

At this moment, Wei Zhong was like a bolt of lightning in the forest, speeding down the mountain.

Two figures lay in ambush in the woods, their magic swords yet to be thrown, when Wei Zhong swept past them from a short distance away.

"Such swift escape technique! Who is this young man?"

Wei Zhong was so fast that Fang Linfeng and his companion couldn't even identify him.

"Ning Zhiyuan, Yang Jingting's personally trained disciple?"

Lin Ruxin shook her head:

"It doesn't seem like it. This kind of speed is beyond what a typical Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator can achieve."

"It's highly likely to be Wu Ang, the senior disciple of Qingya Sect."

"This person is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he is not someone to be trifled with. It would be best if the two of us did not pursue him."

Fang Linfeng looked down the mountain, but Wei Zhong had long since disappeared. Chase him? Chase him my foot!

"Just now it seemed..."

As Wei Zhong was about to enter Songlinfang, he turned around thoughtfully, seemingly noticing a slight disturbance.

However, it was moving too fast, and there was no time to take a closer look.

"Fine, I'll just speed up on the way back."

After Wei Zhong found Lin Qingyuan, the two left Songlinfang and went to Jifenglin to practice swordsmanship.

As sunset approached, Wei Zhong took advantage of the darkness to go up the mountain.

Fang Linfeng and his companion hesitated to make a move due to their concerns.

For several days in a row, under Yang Chupei's instructions, no one from the entire Qingya Sect, whether from the outer sect, inner sect, or personal disciples, except for Wei Zhong, went up or down the mountain.

As if knowing that the two from the Black Wind Sect were lying in ambush outside, the entire mountain gate was completely sealed off.

Fang Linfeng was covered in dew, and Lin Ruxin beside him was also in a sorry state.

The two have had a very difficult time these past few days in order to keep a perfect secret.

He did not use a single spell, for fear of revealing his presence and being discovered by the Qingya Sect.

After waiting for so long, even the two ascetics were starting to feel the strain.

Lin Ruxin couldn't help but complain:

"Are all these Qingya Sect disciples turtles?"

Just as he was muttering to himself, the talisman at Fang Linfeng's waist suddenly lit up.

He listened to the message and his face lit up with surprise:

"My master said that Wei Zhong of the Qingya Sect has been frequently appearing near our sect and Fenglin recently."

Lin Ruxin looked puzzled:

"Ji Fenglin, why is Wei Zhong, an alchemist, not staying in the sect? What is he doing going to that place?"

"And how did he get out? Could there be a secret passage in Qingya Mountain?"

Fang Linfeng shook his head. After waiting for so many days, his patience had long been worn away.

"Never mind, Master's information is probably correct. Let's return to Jifeng Forest and kill Wei Zhong to settle this matter."

"Then he immediately fled to the east, leaving this place..."

And Fenglin,

Wei Zhongfa brandished his sword, and layers of sword threads overlapped around his body and wrapped around the trees.

However, at this moment, the sharp sword threads did not cut through the black ironwood; instead, they transformed into dense iron wires that tightly bound it.

The sharpness of the sword threads was completely concealed, lacking any of the sharpness that sword threads should possess.

"Indeed, your ability to conceal your sharpness is already quite masterful. Given time, if you can integrate it into your differentiated sword light, combining the illusory and real sword light, no one of your level will be able to withstand a single blow from you."

Lin Qingyuan clapped his hands in praise.

These days of teaching have made Lin Qingyuan absolutely certain that Wei Zhong is indeed a genius among swordsmen, one in a million.

He had a deep understanding of Lin Qingyuan's "Qingfeng Sword Technique", especially in capturing the ethereal essence of the breeze, which allowed him to completely conceal the sharpness of his own sword.

When the sword is drawn, it is always with lightning speed and unparalleled sharpness.

Wei Zhong withdrew the sword threads and was enjoying his master's praise and instruction.

Suddenly, footsteps entered the woods. Fang Linfeng and Lin Ruxin compared the portrait in their hands with Wei Zhong's face and whispered to each other:

"It's him, that's right..."

Then he raised his head and questioned:

"Qingya Alchemist Wei Zhong?"

Wei Zhong narrowed his eyes, barely sensing the killing intent emanating from the two of them.

Since learning to restrain himself, Wei Zhong has become exceptionally perceptive of the outside world.

Even from such a distance, the perception remains clear.

Wei Zhong nodded, and a ruthless smile immediately appeared on the faces of the two men:

"Haha, it really is you. What a fine alchemist you are. Instead of hiding in your sect and refining pills, you have to come to my door."

Wei Zhong frowned, immediately making a guess about their identities:

"A forsaken disciple of the Black Wind?"

Upon hearing this, the two men were immediately enraged:

"Hmph, let's see if your mouth is still so stubborn!"

Wei Zhong shook his head slightly, seemingly unconcerned about either of them.

"With my master in front of you, how dare you two be so arrogant? You are truly beyond redemption."

However, when he turned around, he found that there was no one behind him; Lin Qingyuan had long since disappeared.

"Master?"