Chapter 449: Chapter 459: Zong Ling’s Son
As expected from the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage, their hall for receiving guests is luxuriously magnificent and enormously vast. It can accommodate ten thousand people without any problems.
The supre authority of the Great Sect is also vividly demonstrated.
Standing in this courtyard, everyone felt a sense of timidity on their faces. They felt incredibly lowly and insignificant.
"How is Chu Feng doing?" Pu Li was most worried about Chu Feng.
"He is still unconscious! Should we wake him up?" Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang were accompanying Chu Feng from either side in the carriage.
A faint ethereal fragrance drifted from within the carriage.
Chu Feng truly has incredible romantic fortune.
Zang Jianfeng once had designs on Han Xiaoying, unfortunately, he had no chance at all. Now, seeing the stunningly beautiful Han Xiaoying attending to Chu Feng by his side, his heart was filled with bitterness.
Sotis, fate is sothing that really cannot be forced.
Back then, Chu Feng was clearly not as good as Zang Jianfeng in many aspects, yet Han Xiaoying was wholeheartedly devoted to him.
"I have a piece of ditation Incense here, it should help him calm down," Pu Li reluctantly took out a small remainder of a purple-brown incense stick from his chest. It was about the thickness of a finger and only a small piece remained.
ditation calming incense is usually extrely precious.
Even with Pu Li’s status and wealth, under normal circumstances, he can hardly bear to use it.
It is only used for crucial breakthroughs or when tackling bottlenecks.
Upon lighting, a faint sandalwood scent imdiately emanated. Just one whiff made one feel extrely comfortable. The entire spirit platform beca very clear and refreshed.
"Husband, wake up!"
Han Xiaoying stretched out her fair hand, pinching Chu Feng’s acupoint on his philtrum, continuously massaging it. Another jade hand was pressed against the middle of Chu Feng’s chest, slowly transferring a stream of Sword Qi into it.
Soon after, Chu Feng slowly regained consciousness.
Aside from so pain at the back of his head, it felt like he had just had a dream, a deep sleep.
"Senior Sister Qin..." As Chu Feng awoke, he seed not to have forgotten his sorrow, still calling out for Qin Keren.
Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang, although slightly jealous, did not stop Chu Feng.
At that ti, if it were not for Qin Keren’s self-sacrifice, Chu Feng would likely have died.
"Where is the Panlong Heavenly Emperor? I want to kill him, kill him..." Chu Feng’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he started to go mad again.
"Husband, calm down!" Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang, one on each side, grabbed onto Chu Feng.
In this special situation, both won holding Chu Feng simultaneously, they didn’t even notice the awkwardness. If it were any normal ti, that would have been unimaginable.
"Let go of , you must let go of ! I must kill that beast, the Panlong Heavenly Emperor..." Chu Feng struggled desperately, the two won gripping him tightly.
"Husband, don’t be like this..."
Han Xiaoying was so anxious that tears flowed out. Fortunately, the effect of the ditation Incense was very good, and after Chu Feng inhaled it, the Devil Thoughts in his heart were gradually suppressed. His mind was also slowly recovering.
"I caused the death of Senior Sister Qin! I caused the death of the Sect’s Supre Elder! I am the sinner of the Sect..." Chu Feng shed painful tears, tightly hugging his two wives, beautiful as Heavenly Immortals, and sobbing.
Outside the carriage, Pu Li and others were eavesdropping all along.
Now hearing Chu Feng sobbing, they instead breathed a sigh of relief. Sorrowful emotions indeed need crying to vent.
"Husband, you are not the sinner of the Sect! You should think about the future!"
"We have now co to seek refuge with the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage, and to establish a foothold here, you need to make an effort. The Panlong Heavenly Emperor’s power is enormous, so seeking revenge now is simply unrealistic. Acting impulsively and recklessly will just lead to a futile loss of life. Then, the day of vengeance will truly never co."
Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang, one on each side, earnestly persuaded Chu Feng, enlightening him.
Under the guidance of his two beloved wives, Chu Feng gradually ca to recognize the situation.
"Who are those people who want to seek refuge with my Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage?" A proud and questioning voice ca from outside.
"People from the Sect People’s Mansion have co! Let’s go out!" Han Xiaoying whispered into Chu Feng’s ear, summarizing the treatnt they received at the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage during Chu Feng’s unconscious period.
In dynasties or empires, the Sect People’s Mansion is originally an institution specifically managing the bloodline relatives of the Imperial Family.
Because the Wan Jian Sect has a large number of mbers and nurous sub-sects, it also emulates the Imperial Family by establishing a Sect People’s Mansion, an organization specifically managing Sect mbers.
This can effectively prevent impostors from infiltrating the Sect.
Furthermore, it establishes a Clan genealogy to ticulously record each important mber of the Sect.
Chu Feng, hearing about the humiliating treatnt people received when seeking refuge with the Main Lineage, felt a twinge of anger in his heart.
He imdiately took his two beloved wives and got off the carriage.
Scanning the scene, he saw a dozen or so haughty Sect disciples ahead, led by a young man.
Although he was only wearing a gray robe, it was trimd with gold.
At a prominent position on his chest, there was a small golden sword embroidered with the words "Inner Sect."
This leading young man was an Inner Sect Disciple, his status exceedingly noble.
Being able to enter the Inner Sect of Wan Jian Sect, even if just as an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple, ant that once you stepped out, you were highly regarded and extrely influential. Just looking at this leading young man, surrounded by followers and flattery, you could see how prestigious the status of an Inner Sect Disciple was.
"What a beautiful woman!"
The leading young man initially had an arrogant expression, but when he saw Han Xiaoying stepping down from the carriage with Chu Feng, he imdiately showed a lascivious smirk.
As for Han Shuang, she wore an iron mask, which effectively kept trouble at bay.
"I am Jia Zhenjing, son of the Sect People’s Mansion Zong Ling of the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage, and currently an Inner Sect Disciple. I have specifically co to verify your identities," the leading young man said, his eyes fixated on Han Xiaoying.
It was as if he wanted to devour her alive.
The phrase "a feast for the eyes" probably referred to this exact situation.
Jia Zhenjing also intended to flaunt his prominent status to make Han Xiaoying see him in a different light.
Unfortunately for him, Han Xiaoying didn’t even glance at him directly. Her beautiful eyes remained lovingly fixed on Chu Feng’s face, full of affection and profound emotion.
"Who is in charge among you?" Jia Zhenjing, unable to attract Han Xiaoying’s attention as he hoped, raised his voice slightly with a hint of annoyance and assud a commanding tone.
"I am Pu Li, the Sect Master of a Sub-sect." Pu Li did not dare to delay.
Although he held the title of Sect Master, he had no advantage in front of this Young Master Jia. On the contrary, his status seed even lower.
Inner Sect mbers are naturally regarded a level higher than those from the Outer Sect.
Even just an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple can afford to be haughty in front of an Outer Sect Elder.
"Very well, you, you, and you, the three of you co with this young master into the hall to verify your identities, and the rest stay put here! Anyone who dares to trespass will have no one but themselves to bla if they die!" Young Master Jia indeed knew how to pick people.
Apart from Pu Li, he also called Chu Feng and Han Xiaoying into the hall.
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