"So the Sword Demon Master... is Senior Brother Lin Feng?"
After the initial shock, Mo Wangchen couldn’t help but frown, speaking to himself internally.
"If that’s the case, then it makes sense..."
The mysterious woman who fought the Purple Extre Saint might have intervened due to Lin Feng’s old grudge with the Purple Extre Sacred Land.
And who else could this mysterious woman be if not Senior Sister Qingyin?
"But why... does Senior Brother claim himself as a demon?"
This was what puzzled Mo Wangchen the most.
The forr Taibai Sword Venerable, the most powerful being who survived from the last Era, who ca to this world, what exactly did he go through?
Why did the returning Broken Sword shatter?
Where did the Demon Sword co from?
What exactly happened to Senior Brother?
"You were asking about the na of the Daughter of Dragon Sparrow earlier; do you know her?"
While Mo Wangchen was lost in thought, Zhen Ming couldn’t help but look toward him again.
"Does it matter whether I know her or not? What does it have to do with you?"
Mo Wangchen narrowed his eyes. This person had been targeting him repeatedly, and despite his temperant, he was genuinely angry now.
"The woman is clearly related to the Sword Demon Master, and since you know her, you can’t entirely distance yourself from the collapse of the Purple Extre Main Peak, can you?" Zhen Ming sneered.
"Are you just trying to find a way to trouble ?"
Mo Wangchen spoke in a low voice, standing up as a cold light flickered in his eyes, glaring at Zhen Ming.
But Zhen Ming just sneered, "You’re just a minor figure at the second level of Ancient God. What threat can you pose to ? What? Do you want to make a move against ? I’d be happy to oblige."
"Zhen Ming."
Just as the atmosphere turned tense, the Purple Extre Saint spoke again, frowning as he looked toward Zhen Ming, "Brother Mo is my friend. The events at the Purple Extre Sacred Land six hundred years ago are unrelated to him. You don’t need to keep targeting him. After this gathering, I don’t expect to see you troubling him."
"Since Brother Xing has spoken personally, how dare I not give face? Rest assured, I won’t make a move against him once we leave Xianlai Peak. Besides, with his cultivation, it’s not even worth my effort."
After saying this, Zhen Ming stood up, casting a disdainful glance at Mo Wangchen, "If you’re not capable, you better behave quietly. The Eastern Desolate is vast, but you can’t avoid eting in the future."
Leaving these words, he turned and cupped his hands toward Xing Tianyi, "Brother Xing, I have so matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave here today."
With that, he said no more, soaring into the sky and transforming into a Shield Light, disappearing into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.
After Zhen Ming left, the gathering ended within half a day.
However, many people did not leave Xianlai Peak, as it was indeed a unique place in the Eastern Desolate, abundant with Divine Power and Law. Having co all this way, they naturally wanted to stay a while longer.
As soon as the gathering dispersed, the Purple Extre Saint also left. He had been away from the Sacred Land for over two years, having never returned.
After the Purple Extre Saint, Mo Wangchen also departed without delay, walking down Xianlai Peak. He planned to head to the Southern Domain first; Senior Sister had battled the Purple Extre Saint in the Southern Domain not long ago, and perhaps by going there, he might still find her.
As for Lin Feng, Mo Wangchen had no leads to follow. During the gathering, he had inquired several tis with the Purple Extre Saint, but aside from the events that occurred within the Purple Extre Sacred Land six hundred years ago, no one had seen Lin Feng.
"Did you follow all the way from the peak because you have sothing to discuss?"
Just as he reached the bottom of Xianlai Peak, Mo Wangchen stopped, turned around, and looked behind him, speaking calmly.
As his words faded, two figures erged from the shrubbery at the side of the ancient staircase.
These two were not unfamiliar to him; they were among his companions at the pavilion earlier, one of whom was a fan-wielding man nad Ji Changfeng, the eldest son of the Ji Family in the Eastern Desolate Northern Domain. The other was surnad Zhen, nad Yuan.
During the gathering, Mo Wangchen naturally learned that Zhen Yuan was Zhen Ming’s cousin, from the sa family, and Ji Changfeng, who was friendly with Zhen Yuan, ca from a family not as powerful as the Zhen Family. He always hoped to use Zhen Yuan as a bridge to connect with the Zhen Family.
"Did Zhen Ming send you?"
Looking at the two, Mo Wangchen’s expression was indifferent as he asked.
"Hehe, you repeatedly opposed my cousin earlier. He disdained to settle accounts with you, but as his cousin, how can I look the other way? You’re overestimating yourself; does dealing with you even require my cousin to personally intervene?" Zhen Yuan stepped forward, sneering.
"The Zhen Family is a great clan in the Eastern Desolate, not soone a little brat from the mountains can afford to offend. Mo boy, you brought this on yourself by offending Brother Zhen Ming."
Ji Changfeng also cast a disdainful look at Mo Wangchen. He had always wanted to curry favor with the Zhen Family. Now with this opportunity, how could he miss it?
Mo Wangchen had offended Zhen Ming. If he taught him a lesson today, it would be beneficial for him once the matter reached Zhen Ming’s ears.
"Is that Zhen Yuan and Ji Changfeng? What are they doing?"
The events here quickly attracted a number of young people coming down from the mountain, gathering around to watch.
"That person is nad Mo Wangchen. I heard he offended Zhen Ming at the gathering just now. Zhen Ming couldn’t be bothered with him, but Zhen Yuan probably can’t stand it, and the gathering just ended; are they already about to make a move?"
The crowd whispered among themselves, hesitant to leave, and as ti passed, more and more onlookers arrived.
"I heard he’s just co from the Great Wilderness, not exposed to much. But as soon as he ca out, he offended Zhen Ming. This plane really lacks sense; he deserves to be taught a lesson."
After all, Zhen Ming was one of the rare young talents in the Northern Region. Clearly, no one would willingly provoke him, and Mo Wangchen’s reckless confrontation at the gathering garnered little sympathy.
"The Purple Extre Saint just said not to trouble . Do you really intend to make a move?" Mo Wangchen stated.
"Ridiculous, did you really think a person like the Purple Extre Saint would keep you in mind? He only invited you to sit for a mont on a whim today. In a few more days, who will even rember you, Mo Wangchen?" Zhen Yuan scoffed.
"Brother Zhen, let’s stop wasting words with him. Let subdue him, then we can take him back to the Zhen Family for Brother Zhen Ming to deal with."
Ji Changfeng didn’t want to lose this opportunity to ingratiate himself with the Zhen Family. As he spoke, he imdiately stepped forward, his aura bursting forth as he advanced toward Mo Wangchen. His voice was icy as he said, "Mo boy, just surrender, or you might suffer less."
"Ignorant of life and death."
Mo Wangchen looked at him with disdain, his gaze calm. The cultivation of Ji Changfeng and Zhen Yuan was just at the second level of Ancient God, a far cry from his past formidable foes like Emperor Huo or Dragon Emperor. How could they pose a threat to him?
With his words, not only did he not avoid confrontation, but he actively struck first, transforming into a Shield Light in the blink of an eye, rushing toward Ji Changfeng.
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