Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1254 Conspiracy

Lin Feng was alone, so there was no need for him to hide anything anymore. He simply took off and leaped onto the treetop. His consciousness spread out, searching for the next point of leverage. He moved up the mountain without any hindrance.

Inside the Yuquan Temple on Yufu Mountain.

Master Zhen Zhuo looked dejected, sitting cross-legged on a futon in the room with his eyes closed.

There were no other disciples at Yuquan Temple. Several old men were hiding in the shadows around the house where Master Zhenzhuo was.

These were the elders of the three reclusive sects, led by Yan Su of the Zhengyi Sect, along with Duan Li, an elder of the Jianxing Sect, and Gui Ju, an elder of the Zhongxing Sect.

They originally intended to come to Yuquan Temple and have Lin Feng's master, Daoist Zhenzhuo, write a letter to summon Lin Feng, saying that they had important matters to discuss.

To everyone's surprise, Master Zhen Zhuo took a firm stance and refused to join them in harming his disciple.

Although the three repeatedly tried to persuade him and explained the serious consequences.

In short, Master Zhen Zhu scoffed, as if to say that you are jealous that Yuquan Temple has taken in a genius disciple, which is why you shamelessly attacked the junior.

The old lady was over seventy years old, but she was still sharp-tongued and had an exceptionally quick tongue, which made the old men blush with refutation.

After years of cultivation, he almost lost his spiritual progress due to anger.

The abbot of Yuquan Temple, Daoist Lengquan, was driven out by the three men, and the other disciples were also forced into a room and locked up.

Gui Ju of Zhongxingmen was extremely irritable. His disciple, Yang Haoran, went down the mountain on a mission and has not been seen since. It is said that he was killed by Lin Feng.

Gui Ju was already seething with anger, and seeing Zhen Zhuo like this, he could no longer contain his impatience and raised his hand to strike.

This palm strike landed on Zhen Zhuo's dantian in his abdomen, shattering his years of cultivation with a single blow.

Master Zhen Zhuo's mouth was bleeding, and his expression was grim.

She wanted to fight Gui Ju to the death, but unfortunately, the gap between them was too great.

Jade Spring Temple, which ranks last among the reclusive sects, is like an ant in front of the three elders, let alone Zhen Zhuo.

Gui Ju glared at Daoist Zhen Zhuo: "Are you going to write this letter or not?"

When the other two saw that Gui Ju had made a move, they put their hands behind their backs and turned away from them.

Master Zhen Zhu glared fiercely at Gui Ju.

"I'd rather die than write it. You old bastard, just you wait, Lin Feng will come after you for revenge."

Gui Juqi chuckled loudly.

"You, as the master, couldn't even withstand one palm strike from me, let alone your disciple. You'd make me laugh my head off."

"Lin Feng is a genius. His cultivation speed is beyond your reach. As long as you don't die, one day, Lin Feng will end your life with his own hands."

Yan Su couldn't listen anymore and turned around.

"Sigh, why make such a fuss? We are here to uphold the rules of the sect, but why are you speaking so rudely? After so many years of cultivation, you have become like this. No wonder Yuquan Temple has fallen to this state."

Master Zhen Zhuo spat out a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood.

"Bah! Yuquan Temple has fallen to this state because of you hypocrites. You put on a pitiful face but are full of evil intentions."

Her phlegm certainly didn't reach Yan Su, but it was extremely insulting.

An elder of a sect is so highly respected within the sect; how could he be insulted by a junior disciple?

Yan Su waved his sleeve, and with a sharp crack, as if it were real, he slapped Daoist Zhen Zhuo so hard that he rolled over twice and spat out blood.

"Outrageous! This is utterly outrageous!"

Yan Su shouted angrily, but he couldn't come up with any sophisticated profanities.

Then, in a fit of anger, he said, "Go and have Leng Quan write a letter. If he doesn't obey, we'll both have our cultivation destroyed, and from then on, Yuquan Temple will be removed from the list of hidden sects."

Duan Li nodded and turned to walk out.

Upon seeing this, Daoist Zhen Zhuo quickly called out.

"Wait, I'll write this letter. Don't implicate others."

Gui Ju sneered: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have suffered this torment."

Master Zhenzhuo did not answer. He just looked at the paper in Guiju's hand, snatched it, and without using a pen, dipped his finger in the blood from the corner of his mouth, scribbled a few words, folded it, and threw it to Guiju.

Gui Ju reached out and grabbed the paper, unfolded it, and glanced at it. He saw that it read: "Lin Feng, do not come to Yuquan Temple," written in a few hasty, bloody characters.

Enraged, he gripped the blood-written letter tightly, ready to tear it up.

Yan Su hurriedly called out, "Wait, wait, Elder Gui, this book is excellent, why get angry?"

Gui Ju glanced at the blood-written letter again with a puzzled look, his brows gradually unfurrowing as he gave a sinister laugh.

"Hehehe, I see. Senior Brother Yan is very thoughtful."

"Let the disciples of Yuquan Temple deliver this letter to Lin Feng, the leader of the Zhenxi Army. I'll see if he dares to come here."

Yan Su said smugly.

Duan Li, the elder of the Sword Formation Sect, was a man of few words, but he nodded in approval at this moment.

"Senior Brother Yan is indeed exceptionally wise; I admire him greatly."

At this moment, Master Zhen Zhuo also realized what was happening and angrily gritted his teeth and cursed.

"You...you will all die a horrible death!"

The three men ignored her and slammed the door shut as they left.

They had already agreed that the three of them would each occupy a corner on the top of Yufu Mountain, and then let Lin Feng into the temple, forming a triangle to block Lin Feng's way.

The moment Lin Feng enters Yuquan Temple, his death is imminent.

There's no way to escape.

Master Zhenzhuo's cultivation was ruined by Guiju, and his whole body felt weak and sore, unable to support himself.

After all, he was an elderly man in his seventies. His internal energy had ceased to circulate, and he was frail and weak.

She was too weak to get up and could only sit cross-legged in the room, feeling extremely regretful.

Why did I write such a letter to Lin Feng? What choice will Lin Feng make after receiving the blood letter?

"Ugh..."

Master Zhen Zhuo sighed deeply. His true energy had dissipated, and even his mind was no longer sharp. He had been provoked into doing something that was difficult to change.

Now all we can do is leave it to fate and see how things turn out for Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng were a ruthless person, he would naturally go as far away as possible after receiving the letter.

Master Zhenzhuo was conflicted; she wanted Lin Feng to see her one last time, but she also wanted him to leave as soon as possible.

Lost in thought, I fell into a semi-comatose state.

Lin Feng leaped across the treetops at great speed. As the mountaintop came into view, the broken sword behind him began to tremble wildly.

This was the first time he had ever seen Broken Sword so excited.

It's obvious that there are high-level cultivators on the mountaintop, and they're very strong, even stronger than Tsuruta Gen.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks, a sense of hesitation creeping into his heart.

Based on his initial assessment, it was likely that a second-generation disciple from a reclusive sect would take action to suppress Yuquan Temple.

Because a high-level cultivator would not stoop so low as to lay a hand on their own master.

But that wasn't the case at all. As expected, a high-ranking cultivator personally took action against this unorthodox disciple of Yuquan Temple.

Lin Feng took a deep breath. Now that he had arrived at this point, turning back might lead to a lifetime of regret and would be a huge blow to his mental state.

Although Lin Feng was ruthless, he also had a strong sense of righteousness. Master Zhen Zhuo was his acknowledged master, and he had wholeheartedly cared for and taught him, his disciple.

How could I abandon my master in the face of difficulties?

No matter what lies ahead, whether it be a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, I will go and see for myself.

Lin Feng wasn't reckless; rather, he was confident in himself. Even if he couldn't defeat his opponent, escaping shouldn't be too difficult.