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In the Li Huo Dynasty, within the One Hall Valley, the San Zong stands among the top ten superpowers. Offending the One Hall Valley is not an option, as it is on par with the Four Gates. As for other weaker factions, they do not even make it to the table. The Liefeng Sect is one of the San Zong!
Feng Cheng is also the largest city in the north. Little brother, I’ve heard that the Liefeng Sect has extremely strict requirements for accepting disciples. Those under eighteen must reach the eighth level of the Virtual Martial Realm!
Lian Shan, nearing forty, is a lone cultivator without any sect affiliation. He does not believe that the young man before him possesses the strength of the eighth level of the Virtual Martial Realm; after all, he looks too young.
Lin Feng can naturally sense Lian Shan's underlying meaning. If he cannot become an outer disciple, he can still strive to be a registered disciple! If that doesn’t work out, he can think about becoming a guard to earn some spirit stones and continue his cultivation.
Lin Feng appears to take it all in stride. Lian Shan feels relieved; if even becoming a registered disciple is uncertain, then this young man must only be at around the fifth level of the Virtual Martial Realm. He has five subordinates at levels seven and eight of the Virtual Martial Realm under his command. A young man at the fifth level won’t stir up much trouble.
“Then I wish you luck in entering the Liefeng Sect and becoming a renowned Tian Jiao!” Lian Shan says. “Remember to come down for dinner later.”
A hint of disdain flickers in Lian Shan’s eyes as he thinks about how a young man who looks barely ten years old and hasn’t even reached the seventh level of the Virtual Martial Realm dares to dream of becoming a registered disciple of the Liefeng Sect. He truly does not know how high the heavens are!
While pretending to be a master all day long, he worries that this guy might pose a threat to his lady.
During dinner, as they pass through a small town, someone in a luxurious carriage from a merchant convoy treats everyone by adding two extra drumsticks for each person in the convoy. Lin Feng also enjoys these two drumsticks and prepares to continue cultivating on the carriage.
Just as he is about to enter a meditative state within Zhu Wu Tower, a commotion suddenly erupts outside. The merchant convoy comes to a halt.
“If you don’t want to die, quickly clear the road! Do you mountain bandits know whose merchant convoy this is?” Lian Shan shouts, wielding a large knife with a rugged demeanor and an imposing presence. Behind him stand over ten guards at the Virtual Martial Realm.
“It’s just Feng Cheng’s Gongsun Family!” one of the mountain bandits shouts back. “We’re blocking your Gongsun Family’s carriage! You dogs better scram quickly if you want to keep your lives; otherwise, just wait to die!”
Among the mounted mountain bandits, one rider holds a spear with one hand while his long disheveled hair conceals eyes that seem like deep abysses.
“Ma San, have you gone mad?” Lian Shan retorts. “Your strength is on par with mine; you’re also at Qi Wu Realm Mid-Stage. Do you plan to rely on those useless lackeys beneath you to defeat us? A bunch of people who aren’t even at the Virtual Martial Realm dare to block our Gongsun Family’s convoy?”
Lian Shan felt no fear upon seeing the newcomer, for he was very familiar with the leader of the Mountain Bandits. However, Ma San let out a cold laugh, his eyes glinting with malice as he arrogantly declared, "One Power Martial Realm may not be enough, but what if there are two?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura enveloped Lian Shan. A man in a Gray Robe stepped out from the crowd of Mountain Bandits. His own strength was immediately apparent, and an astonishing pressure bore down on the merchant caravan.
It was Bai Long!
"What does your Bai Family intend to do?" Lian Shan asked, shock flickering in his eyes as he glared at Bai Long.
"Your young lady has consistently refused to marry our Third Young Master of the Bai Family. Therefore, we have no choice but to take Gong Sun Miss back to the Bai Family by force," Bai Long replied, his eyes narrowing as he reminded Lian Shan in an undeniable tone, "You cannot stop me. If you don't want to die, obediently hand over Gong Sun Rou!"
"How dare you! Don't you fear the Gongsun Family's retaliation?" Lian Shan retorted.
"Hmph! We are all part of the Four Great Families. What does the Bai Family have to fear from the Gongsun Family?" Bai Long scoffed. "Besides, our eldest young master has entered the inner sect of Liefeng Sect—he is undoubtedly a true Tian Jiao! With Liefeng Sect's support, what does your Gongsun Family even count for?"
Bai Long continued to sneer, showing no regard for the Gongsun Family at all.
"The Bai Family speaks so boldly, thinking that just because their offspring have entered Liefeng Sect, they can disregard my Gongsun Family?" Lian Shan shot back. "My young lady possesses exceptional talent and is an elite disciple at Divine Sword Sect! With me and her here, even your late-stage Power Martial Realm will meet its end!"
At that moment, a commanding voice rang out. An Old Matriarch with graying hair stood atop a luxurious carriage.
"Late-stage Power Martial Realm! Third Elder!"
The members of the merchant caravan, who had been in a state of despair, instantly perked up.
"Hmph! I expected this old hag would come to protect Gong Sun Rou," Bai Long sneered. "But I am here for you; someone else will deal with Gong Sun Rou!"
"I've heard that Gong Sun Miss possesses extraordinary swordsmanship talent and has already reached the Mid Stage of Strength Martial Realm," he continued dismissively.
"That is useless; her opponent is at the Peak of Strength Martial Realm!"
A mocking smile spread across Bai Long's face as he completely disregarded both the Gongsun Family and the Third Elder. As he spoke, an even more oppressive aura enveloped the entire merchant caravan, like a giant python ready to swallow them whole.
In that moment, everyone from the Gongsun Family turned pale with fear. Even the woman seated in the luxurious carriage had her eyes flashing with shock as she gripped her sword sheath tightly, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Lian Shan and the Third Elder were filled with trepidation. After all, the Peak of Strength Martial Realm was a force on the verge of touching the Qi Wu Realm. They simply could not withstand even a few exchanges!
Sitting silently in the carriage, Lin Feng quietly observed the unfolding drama. The fight outside had nothing to do with him. Given the current situation, it seemed that the young lady from the Gongsun Family was about to be captured, and the goods of the merchant convoy were set to be seized by the Mountain Bandits.
The man clad in a fiery red robe revealed his true identity: a Protector from Liefeng Sect! Lian Shan's heart sank. He thought to himself that it was all over. Was Liefeng Sect about to go to war with Divine Sword Sect? They were targeting elite disciples of Divine Sword Sect!
"Divine Sword Sect? Their momentum has indeed been fierce lately!" shouted the Third Elder of Gongsun Family.
If everyone present were to die, who would know that it was Liefeng Sect behind it?
"Bai Long, Ma San, you two attack and surround the merchant convoy. I will capture Gong Sun Rou first, then help you eliminate everyone in the convoy!" commanded Jin Ying, the Protector of Liefeng Sect, as he wielded his blade with an air of arrogance.
"Yes!" Ma San led the Mountain Bandits while Bai Long took charge of his Bai Family subordinates, charging towards the merchant convoy in a grand display.
Jin Ying's gaze shifted towards the luxurious carriage, his eyes filled with a sinister intent as a smirk crept onto his lips.
In an instant, both sides erupted into battle! Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, a chill appearing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes deep and abyss-like.
You say you capture people and seize goods; that is bound to happen. But why must you act so recklessly and kill everyone? If that were to happen, wouldn’t I be one of those in the merchant convoy?
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