Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1332 The Old Taoist Sweeper

Mu Qianyang had no intention of waiting for Lin Feng here. Clearly, Lin Feng wouldn't be foolish enough to walk right into a trap, and instead launched a retaliatory operation.

After a moment's thought, Mu Qianyang nodded to Gui Ju, and with a swift movement, rushed out of the cave.

Gui Ju greeted Ji Fengxing and Duan Li, then followed his sect leader.

In just a moment, only the Sword Formation Sect members remained in the entire cave.

The carefully laid-out ambush was instantly thwarted.

Mu Qianyang and his fellow disciple would naturally not go to their own sect, which had already been wiped out by Lin Feng. Since the mastermind was very likely to have fled to Tianshan, they had to head there.

If we don't kill Lin Feng, we'll be letting down the disciples who died.

Therefore, Mu Qianyang and Gui Ju followed Gao Zhengqing and Yan Su, rushing down the mountain and flying straight towards the Tianshan Mountains.

Before me stands a simple, white stone building, its heavy stones bearing the marks of time.

There is a wide doorway under the stone building.

Lin Feng's gaze passed through the doorway, down a narrow staircase that stretched upwards, plunging into the endless forest.

Unlike Zhongxingmen, Zhengyimen was deserted and unguarded, with only occasional wild animals passing by.

Lin Feng slowly stepped into the cave and walked up the stone steps.

In the mountains, the sounds of evening drums and morning bells resonate, bringing peace to the mind and spirit.

After half a day, Lin Feng arrived at the mountainside, where there was a courtyard shaped like a Taoist temple. The buildings inside were simple and grand, and the air was filled with the scent of incense.

There were still a few scattered people burning incense and praying to Buddha in the Taoist temple.

Seeing that the mountain path passed through the Taoist temple and there was no other way, Lin Feng entered the temple gate and headed towards the back courtyard.

Upon entering a large hall, passing the statues of deities, and arriving at the back door, one finds an elderly man dressed in a gray robe, his face creased with wrinkles.

Lin Feng thought he was smiling at him.

"Please wait a moment, layman."

The broken sword on Lin Feng's lower back was already throbbing violently, and the information transmitted to Lin Feng's brain indicated that this old man was no ordinary person.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Lin Feng sensed a hint of tension from the broken sword's message for the first time, something he had never felt before.

Lin Feng stopped and remained silent, simply looking at the old man.

"There is no road left in Tianshan. Please turn back, layman."

"I'm going to Zhengyi Gate."

The old man's wrinkles didn't even twitch as he firmly shook his head.

"There is no road."

Lin Feng sighed. He couldn't be sure if this person was related to the Zhengyi Sect, so he couldn't act rashly, nor did he dare to easily turn against him.

He turned around, left the main hall, and then leaped onto the roof, stepping over the ridge.

A small path extends from behind the main hall, along the inner courtyard of the temple, and up the mountain.

Lin Feng leaped out, crossing the courtyard of the Taoist temple, and stepped onto the stone steps leading up the mountain.

Just because you don't want me to take the right path doesn't mean you can block the way up the mountain.

Even though you're very capable, I'm not going to back down so easily.

Lin Feng smiled dismissively, lifted his leg to walk uphill, but suddenly stopped.

The old man was standing on the stone steps, about three zhang away from Lin Feng. His face was still full of wrinkles and a bitter expression.

“Layman, you can’t go any further. Turn back.”

"Are you from the Zhengyi Sect?"

The old man did not answer Lin Feng's question, but simply shook his head.

“The layman is full of murderous intent. If he turns back from this point, he may be able to live a peaceful life.”

Lin Feng asked again impatiently.

"I just want to know, are you a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect?"

"Whether it is or isn't, there's also..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Lin Feng's steel knife was already at his head.

The steel blade whistled, and in the flash of light, it missed its target.

Lin Feng unleashed his Wind-Splitting Saber Technique, slashing one after another, relentlessly pursuing the old man and giving him no chance to catch his breath.

The old man's sleeves fluttered, and his body swayed slightly, yet the steel blade missed by a hair's breadth, grazing his clothes and striking empty air.

He tried to dodge, but he still couldn't avoid Lin Feng's wind-splitting blade. After several strikes, the old man reached out and grabbed the steel blade that was slashing in front of him.

With a sharp clang, the steel blade froze in place.

The two streams of true energy collided through the blade, and with a cracking sound, the steel blade broke into several pieces, which flew in all directions.

"Does the lay Buddhist have a grudge against the Zhengyi sect?"

The old man was astonished to learn the extent of Lin Feng's internal energy through the collision of their true energies.

This person is only around thirty years old, yet he possesses such astonishing true qi energy. He is definitely not an ordinary cultivator. How come I've never heard of him before?

"Irreconcilable enemies."

Lin Feng shouted, leaned forward, and threw a punch.

The old man stretched out his palm to block in front of him, and the two men's fists and palms collided, making a loud thud.

The old man stood motionless on the steps, while Lin Feng was jolted back, unable to maintain his balance, and took three steps back before regaining his footing.

His blood and qi surged, his chest heaved, and he almost vomited blood.

The old man was even more surprised. Having traveled to various sects of cultivators, he had never seen anyone who could withstand a single palm strike from him.

Of course, the old man was thinking of cultivators he didn't know.

High-level cultivators like Gao Zhengqing, the leader of the Zhengyi Sect, and Yan Su, could naturally withstand one of his palm strikes.

This also includes high-level cultivators from various sects.

However, the old man knew the names of these high-level cultivators, their cultivation level, and the number of years they had cultivated.

But this kid in front of me, whom I've never heard of before, suddenly rose to prominence here and even withstood my palm strike.

This old man is the Supreme Elder of the Zhengyi Sect, a generation higher than Gao Zhengqing. He is over a hundred years old and no longer participates in the affairs of the Zhengyi Sect, focusing on cultivating his mind in the temple.

He's the kind of unassuming, unassuming master who works behind the scenes.

He wouldn't normally stop pilgrims from going up the mountain, but Lin Feng's murderous aura made him uneasy.

Perhaps my intervention could save this person's life.

Who knew that he was so capable? Looking at all the disciples in the Zhengyi Sect, there was really no need to worry about him. If he wanted to leave, even Gao Zhengqing couldn't stop him.

"Hehe, it seems I've been meddling. You may go up the mountain, layman."

He was too lazy to care about the affairs of the Zhengyi Sect. Since Lin Feng had come up the mountain to seek revenge, it was their own affair and had nothing to do with him.

After the old man finished speaking, he stepped aside, as if to say, "You can go wherever you want."

Lin Feng stood on the stone steps, pondered for a moment, and suppressed the wild throbbing of the broken sword at his lower back.

Through telepathic communication, Lin Feng knew that the Broken Sword's desire for this old man had reached its maximum limit since he acquired the Broken Sword.

However, he wasn't confident he could defeat the old man, and even the broken sword wouldn't help.

Failure would reveal the existence of the broken sword.

This will allow the three major sects, who were previously suspicious of each other, to clear up their misunderstandings and freely deal with him.

This is not the result I wanted.

Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed to the mountain.

"I came here seeking revenge and killing people, and you're going to let me up the mountain?"

The old man shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me, young man. You may go."

Lin Feng nodded and strode forward. As he passed the old man, both of them trembled with nervousness.

The old man had been frightened too much today and was somewhat numb.

However, this did not diminish the shock of missing out on this close encounter.

Having cultivated for nearly a hundred years, I have never felt this way before. With our bodies close together, I felt inexplicably tense, my body instinctively tensing up in defense.

This is a natural reaction when encountering a powerful enemy.

The old man turned his head to watch Lin Feng's receding figure, muttering softly to himself.

"A formidable enemy... the Zhengyi Sect is in trouble..."