Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 348
Chapter 348: Chapter 9 List_1
“Senior Brother Feng!”
“Uncle Master!”
Mist rained down slowly through the sky.
The oncoming disciples of Huifeng Valley were forced to rush by foot due to the usage of the second Sky-Blocking Talisman. They arrived just in time.
They saw the middle-aged cultivator with a round face standing alone in mid-air, looking stunned. There were no other cultivators around him.
All the cultivators were immediately filled with suspicion.
The middle-aged cultivator seemed to awaken from his trance and waved his hand.
The cultivators felt a release, as if the invisible pressure on them had instantly dissipated.
“Senior Brother Feng, where is that Rogue Cultivator?”
The long-faced cultivator took the initiative to fly up and asked.
“He’s gone.”
The middle-aged cultivator with a round face looked serious. He shook his head slightly upon hearing the long-faced cultivator’s words:
“This person may not be a Rogue Cultivator. During our fight, if he were not in a hurry to leave, I probably wouldn’t have been his match. His powerful abilities and brilliant spells, even in the three great Sects, I’m afraid only a few could surpass him.”
“What?!”
The long-faced cultivator was shocked.
This Senior Brother Feng was already amongst the top ranks under the five Golden Core cultivators of the Huifeng Valley.
If he dared say that, then he must have been almost certain.
The long-faced cultivator instantly appeared alert and thoughtful:
“At this sensitive moment when a Class II alchemist from the Baidan Society has gone missing, this person has mysteriously appeared nearby, could he be…”
But to his surprise, the cultivator named Feng immediately denied his speculation:
“This person’s aura is foreign, and he possesses astonishing power. He’s most likely just passing by and happened to encounter us.”
“Besides, if he really was the culprit, he wouldn’t dare to blatantly expose himself under our watch.”
“That seems plausible.”
The long-faced cultivator pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He then proposed:
“Let’s report this matter to the Elders then continue with our interrogation. These Rogue Cultivators can be very cunning. The disciples conducting the interrogation must be thorough.”
Yet, to the long-faced cultivator’s surprise, the cultivator named Feng waved his hand and said:
“There’s no need for that, we don’t need to disturb the Elders over a stranger.”
“But this person is, after all…”
The long-faced cultivator looked hesitant.
Seeing this, the cultivator named Feng’s face became slightly stern. He looked at the long-faced cultivator with icy eyes:
“Is Junior Brother Yin trying to tell me how to do my job?”
The long-faced cultivator’s heart tightened. He quickly bowed and said:
“I dare not. It was presumptuous of me.”
Only then did the cultivator named Feng withdraw his gaze.
He immediately swept his sleeves and flew towards the gathering place of the Rogue Cultivators, riding his Magic Tool.
The group followed closely behind.
In a short while, they saw the young disciple who was earlier chased away by the burly cultivator. The handsome face of the young disciple was full of fawning smiles, as he came up from below:
“Uncle Master, those Rogue Cultivators have confessed. They revealed a few places where the Rogue Cultivators often gather…”
The cultivator named Feng glanced at him indifferently, his face unreadable.
But the young disciple did not mind. He knew very well the temperaments of these uncles. Junior Brother Yin was stern, Uncle Master Feng was arrogant and ruthless.
“Take us there.”
Seeing that the cultivator named Feng remained silent, the long-faced cultivator whispered at once.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The young disciple immediately led the way.
The surrounding Rogue Cultivators stood on both sides, their eyes were veiled and filled with resentment as they stared at the young disciple.
The young disciple sensed the glares around him, but he was not scared. Instead, he returned the glares with a sneer.
These vermin from the gutter, no matter how powerful, once the uncles from the Sect arrive, they immediately become like powerless dogs, easily defeated.
They were not as spirited as the burly cultivator just now.
However, when he thought of the burly cultivator, the young disciple felt a surge of resentment and anger in his heart.
That damned Rogue Cultivator had made him lose face in front of his uncles and peers!
If it were not for the fact that he died shortly after being injured by Junior Brother Yin, he would have wanted to torture him.
But thinking about the rogue cultivator’s tender companion, and her tear-streaked face, a vile lust started a fire within the young disciple.
“Not now, later when we are finished…”
He suppressed his impatience.
Soon, the group arrived at a Rogue Cultivator house that had been temporarily converted into an interrogation point.
The original owner of this house must have given much thought to it. Hanging from the eaves of the house were chains of small bells, which chimed pleasantly like wind chimes whenever someone approached due to the small spell attached to them.
As the cultivator named Feng and the others approached the building, accompanied by the pleasant tinkling of the bells, came cries of agony from within.
The face of the long-faced cultivator darkened as he coldly glanced at the young disciple.
Although the cultivation methods of Huifeng Valley weren’t particular about good and evil, they always claimed to be a righteous sect.
This conduct unnecessarily tarnished Huifeng Valley’s reputation.
The young disciple, busy ingratiating himself with the cultivator named Feng, didn’t see this predicament at all and excitedly pushed open the door.
The cultivator named Feng entered with a cold face.
What met his eyes was an extremely gory sight.
The cultivators pointed out earlier now had their limbs separated, even their fingers removed one by one.
However, due to the vitality of the cultivators, even with only half of their bodies left and their vital points unharmed, their senses were clearer than ever.
