"Uncle Fu."
The ragged old man was none other than Uncle Fu, the old prison doctor.
Jiang Feng touched his own cheek. Although his Disguise wasn’t particularly advanced, he had utilized it to the utmost within his abilities—even if he confronted Han Tieshan directly, Han Tieshan still wouldn’t be able to recognize him easily.
At most, he could only sense that this face was fake, but couldn’t identify Jiang Feng’s true appearance just like that.
But Uncle Fu—why could he, with just a single glance, see through it and recognize him?
This was not the first ti, after all.
The last ti Uncle Fu and Old Demon Child escaped Dragon Capital, at the South City Gate, Uncle Fu had also recognized him at a glance.
Could it be that Uncle Fu possesses so Secret Technique to pierce through Disguise?
"Don’t forget, I’m a physician. For decades I’ve treated countless people—how many skulls and heads haven’t I touched? That kind of Disguise, shifting muscles and bones, might fool with the face, but how many faces could you replace? You might fool Han Tieshan, but you can’t fool ."
Uncle Fu seed to sense Jiang Feng’s doubts and explained.
"Uncle Fu, I don’t want to beco your enemy. You should know, the people from Yun Gui Sect have already arrived."
Jiang Feng was suddenly enlightened. He thought to himself that he really needed to find a true Disguise technique to practice—only then could he hide his tracks properly.
"They’re here for , but also for you."
Uncle Fu spoke with utter confidence.
Jiang Feng also knew: if he told the people from Yun Gui Sect that Uncle Fu was a Demon Cult Disciple, Uncle Fu would have his way to make them take Jiang Feng as a Demon Cult Disciple too. In the end, they’d both be badly hurt—mutual destruction.
So he said, "Since neither of us can do anything to the other, then let’s just part ways here!"
"If you really thought I couldn’t do anything to you," Uncle Fu countered, "why did you bother coming all the way from Dragon Capital to Nanfu City?"
"What exactly do you want?"
Jiang Feng snapped.
"Co back with . Enter my master’s tutelage and beco a Demon Cult Disciple,"
Uncle Fu said forcefully, each word sonorous and firm.
"You know full well that’s impossible."
Jiang Feng shook his head.
Now that Yun Gui Sect and Great Tang had joined forces to wipe out Red Lotus Sect, once it’s done they’d certainly move against the Demon Sect together. To beco a Demon Cult Disciple at this ti—would he have to be out of his mind?
"No. This is settled. As of now, you are a Demon Cult Disciple."
Uncle Fu reminded him.
"Do you know why I can perform Loulan Slash?"
Jiang Feng asked coldly.
"To be able to train Loulan Slash to the Perfection Level... There aren’t many in the Demon Sect. Moreover, soone as young as you? My master and I are both very curious—who taught you, and how did you achieve this?"
Uncle Fu shook his head in disbelief.
"Sister Dong once gave an opportunity to enter the Academy and read books. There, I found the Loulan Slash manual. At that ti, the Heir of Prince Jing warned : Loulan Slash is a Demonic Blade Technique, advised not to train it. But I still did. Do you really think that just because I know Loulan Slash, you can pin down as a Demon Cult Disciple?"
Jiang Feng sneered.
"Impossible! It’s impossible for anyone in this world to cultivate Loulan Slash to the Perfection Realm in such a short ti. You can’t fool ."
Uncle Fu looked utterly unconvinced.
"Whether I’m lying or not, go ask the Heir of Prince Jing. Not only can he testify, Sister Dong can testify as well! In short—there’s a copy of Loulan Slash in the Great Tang Academy. This world is vast; who knows how many practice it?"
Jiang Feng stepped toward Uncle Fu.
"What does it matter? As long as we insist you’re a Demon Cult Disciple, you’ll be one for life."
Uncle Fu chuckled sinisterly.
"Then I’ll go find the people from Yun Gui Sect and surrender! Let them proclaim to the world that a Demon Cult Disciple with Innate Power has lost faith in the sect and begs for rcy at Yun Gui Sect! I’d like to see how all the demon disciples react—will their morale shatter? Or maybe you’ll proclaim to the world that I have nothing to do with the Demon Sect at all!"
Jiang Feng threatened right back.
He’d co all this way from Dragon Capital only to find shelter under Divine Sect. He didn’t want to make enemies out of Yun Gui Sect, nor did he wish to offend the Demon Sect or provoke the Second Prince. Now, just as he entered Nanfu City, he bumped into Uncle Fu—how could he let this old fox lead him by the nose?
Suddenly, he realized—
As a Longevity Practitioner, being able to live forever made him especially cherish his own life. Whenever danger arose, he instinctively tried to keep out of harm’s way. Sure, evading danger could earn Fortune Points—but so could overcoming danger head-on.
With endless darkness within, how could he let himself be blackmailed by a re handle?
To shrink away from sothing or soone? Ridiculous.
Especially now, with soone daring to threaten him directly!
"You’re courting death!"
Uncle Fu’s voice was icy cold, as if Jiang Feng was provoking the Demon Sect’s authority.
"Miss Wu!"
Jiang Feng suddenly called out to a figure behind Uncle Fu.
It was Wu Weiwei.
Having arrived safely in Nanfu City, she had parted ways with Duan Baiwang, intending to find a nearby inn amidst the bustling marketplace.
Uncle Fu turned and instantly spotted Wu Weiwei.
Wu Weiwei was an Innate Elental Realm powerhouse, with an unworldly aura and pure beauty. Even in a sea of countless people, she would stand out at a glance. But what caught Uncle Fu’s attention wasn’t her looks; it was the fluctuation of her aura.
She had been gravely injured by the Water Leopard King.
The wounds were yet to heal.
There was a faint ripple of Primordial Power emanating from her body. Unlike Jiang Feng, she couldn’t fully conceal her breath and power within.
After examining carefully, Uncle Fu determined she was an Innate Elental Realm powerhouse.
"Is she your friend?"
Wu Weiwei froze for a mont. Why would Jiang Feng call out to her? Because she suspected that the person who killed the Water Leopard King might have been a mber of the caravan, she’d paid attention to everyone and did recall this dark-skinned man who lazed on a cart all day and kept to himself.
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