Two days later.
In the afternoon, sunlight sprinkled down.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, a series of wooden buildings stood neatly arranged, surrounding the mountain peak.
The three-character plaque of the Fla Tiger Sect hung above the main gate, with courtyards and houses behind it, where the figures of so disciples could occasionally be seen.
"Those two Transford People were really too powerful, they even broke an arm of that Flying Dragon Master."
"I heard that the Flying Dragon Style has halted its expansion for now, and those two Grandmasters have also gone back to Yun Gang to recover."
"Wait, doesn’t that person look a bit like the Green Demon? Wasn’t it said that he was with Utopia?"
"Who said he’s the Green Demon? They don’t even look alike!"
Whispers quietly rose, and footsteps echoed.
Cao Tong, who had roughly recovered and ditched his crutches, stood among the circle of True Inheritors, his expression filled with amazent and admiration.
"So, Master Chen actually left Nanjiang to go to Yue City?"
"You’re asking ? I thought to ask you..."
Zhao Jushan had awakened over these few days; his face was still pale, but he sat on a stone bench with the support of Wu Shuang, bandages wound around his chest.
A faint dicinal scent wafted through, while other True Inheritors exchanged looks, smiling or shaking their heads, appearing more relaxed than before.
"It seems we had all misunderstood Chen before."
Wu Shuang spoke, standing beside the stone bench, with a hint of sha.
The people around nodded, recalling the previous situation.
When Chen Feng decided to sell off most of the sect’s assets, they all thought he was planning to flee with them.
But now it seed...
"It’s also unknown when Chen t those two Transford People."
Wei Ping spoke enviously, setting down his teacup, while Lin Xiaoyun, dressed in a palace-style long gown, did not join the conversation, only recalling the situation when they were hiding from pursuers in Yun Gang.
The grayish Biological Transformation People, capable of fighting a Grandmaster.
It turned out that at that ti, Master Chen had already foreseen and prepared for what was to co.
Otherwise, they might have all been buried in Yun Gang.
"Don’t be too optimistic."
Suddenly, the Second True Inheritor Zhang Guiyuan, standing beside the eaves and pillars, shook his head, breaking into their reverie.
"The Flying Dragon Style is only temporarily hindered; ultimately, matters in the Martial Arts World must be resolved with the thods of Martial Arts."
"And... those two, they are just friends of Master Chen."
As his words settled, the atmosphere quieted.
Cao Tong and the others exchanged glances, the excitent on their faces slowly fading.
Yes.
They were just friends of Master Chen, not mbers of the Fla Tiger Sect.
Willing to take action once or twice to confront a Grandmaster was already the limit.
The subsequent outco still depended on the Fla Tiger Sect itself.
For a mont, everyone’s thoughts varied, as if cold water had been poured on them, restoring their calm.
Taking all of this into view, Chen Feng stood inside a Quiet Room in the courtyard, his eyes slightly flickering.
The Second True Inheritor Zhang Guiyuan was very sensible.
So words might be harsh, but one thing he said was indeed true.
The Flying Dragon Style was only temporarily thwarted; it could rise again in the future.
Especially after they completely subdue follower schools like the Flying Eagle Stream and the Golden Saber Sect, it would be even more so.
"Ultimately, a great battle is inevitable..."
With clear thoughts, Chen Feng knew that, if it really ca to that, he certainly wouldn’t be as lucky as he was on Yue Mountain.
"But... I cannot just stop at this."
His gaze moved down, looking at the panel.
[Extre Martial: 3]
[Breakthrough: 18]
These past few days, he had been continuously dreaming, and it could be counted as gaining sothing.
Regardless of the future for now, since he had managed to fight for a ti to catch his breath, he would naturally try to improve himself as much as possible.
Imdiately, his gaze moved again, looking at his skills.
Chen Feng’s eyes lingered on the Red Tiger Strength and the Ten Thousand Refining Gang for a few seconds, the lack of progress towards perfection was glaringly obvious.
"The Grandmaster’s breakthrough thod..."
There was no ti to think and ponder due to the urgency of things during this period.
Now with the rare opportunity to catch his breath, he certainly wanted to ask Third Uncle about the secrets of True Skill.
And besides...
Chen Feng touched his chest, where the injury had barely healed.
It was a blow that pierced through the Steel Bones defense, passed through the Green Armor, and injured him.
It not only demonstrated the strength of a Grandmaster but also his own physical insufficiency.
"Breaking through to a Grandmaster is one thing, cultivation of Hard Skills is also crucial."
His eyes brightening, Chen Feng certainly wouldn’t forget the secondary effect of the Steel Bone Talent, which could strengthen the body by thirty percent.
Instantly, his thoughts were clear.
He quickly left the room, heading straight for a separate small courtyard.
A strong dicinal sll assaulted the nostrils, indicating that Zhao Tingxiao and Li Shi were busy decocting dicine and running errands.
"Brother!"
Zhao Tingxiao’s eyes brightened, and he called out from the courtyard entrance with a fan for stoking fires in his hands.
Chen Feng nodded, dressed in black casual clothes, and stepped into the house.
Master Li Tong was still lying unconscious on the bed, but his complexion had improved a bit, and so color was returning to his face.
Standing beside him was another figure.
"Third Uncle."
"Hmm."
With a gentle nod, the Third Elder Yan Chong, dressed in a grey robe, looked as lean as ever, with a few more wrinkles on his face than in the past.
His gaze towards Chen Feng had appreciation in it; he too had heard of the battle at Yue Mountain.
"If you have the chance, convey my thanks to your two friends."
He spoke earnestly, not probing too much into why Chen Feng knew such two powerful Transford People.
Everyone has their secrets, just like the past of the Fla Tiger Sect.
With a slight nod, Chen Feng indicated he would pass on the ssage.
Then, turning to the unconscious figure on the wooden bed, he asked.
"Master’s injuries?"
"He’ll need so more ti to recover."
Yan Chong shook his head, explaining: "It’s not just his body that was wounded; his spirit was also struck by the Grandmaster’s True Intent, quite severely damaged."
Reviews
All reviews (0)