Chapter 124 The Secret of the Sword Scripture!

YunMiao Peak, the residence of the disciples.A group of elite members from the Iron Blood Alliance, all in the late stage of Pulse Condensation, knelt in the courtyard, quiet as cicadas in winter, daring not to make any sudden moves.

Before Ling Feng entered, he had said that if Lo Jianying did not recover, they were to honestly kneel in front of the door. Anyone who dared to leave, even for half a step, would die!

In front of all those kneeling, there were also two who had been beaten until their faces were swollen and bruised, unable to even kneel properly. Unlike dead dogs, they lay on the ground, gasping for life, repeatedly murmuring, "I was wrong... I was wrong..."

These two men, Huang Gou and Liu Quanhai, were also the ones who had directly attacked Lo Jianying and Su Hongxiu.

Ling Feng had tied them up in front of Lo Jianying’s sickbed, making them knock their heads on the ground a hundred times before kicking them out of the room.

They had turned into absolute invalids, and Ling Feng no longer deigned to lay hands on them, as it would only dirty his treasure sword.

"Ling...Junior Master Ling, thank you..." Lo Jianying lay in bed, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

"Don’t worry, I will completely heal your injuries," Ling Feng gently patted Lo Jianying’s shoulder, a confident smile curving his lips. "It won’t be long before you are completely recovered."

"Really?" Lo Jianying bit his lip, knowing his tendons had been severed. Could such injuries really be healed?

"All you need to do is believe in me," Ling Feng slowly stood up, smiled and said, "Just rest well, your injuries are nothing serious."

"Okay." Lo Jianying nodded, his eyes fixed on Ling Feng, gritting his teeth in gratitude, "Thank you! Thank you!"

For a martial artist, a life confined to a bed in later years was worse than death. Now, having the possibility to recover, how could he not feel grateful.

"If you consider me a friend, there’s no need for thanks," Ling Feng said lightly, his gaze then shifting to Su Hongxiu.

The bruises on her cheek needed attention, or they might leave scars in the future.

Su Hongxiu, seeing Ling Feng staring, blushed and quickly lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze.

"Don’t move," Ling Feng said, reaching out to hold her chin, his expression focused as he inspected the bruising severity, which would affect the dosage of the medicine he needed to mix.

"Oh..."

Su Hongxiu pursed her lips, not daring to move carelessly anymore. Her heart thumped wildly, nearly leaping out of her chest.

Soon, Ling Feng had examined the injuries of all the affected disciples. Aside from Lo Jianying, whose injuries were a bit troublesome, the others were not too serious.

Meanwhile.

Seeing Ling Feng and the others’ figures gradually disappear, Lin Xian’er also quickly left the crowd, taking a secluded path to a manor behind the main peak.

This manor was specially reserved for her residence by Lin Canglang, and every time Lin Xian’er returned to the Asking Immortal Sect, she stayed here.

"Dad." Lin Xian’er saw Lin Canglang standing with his hands behind his back in the pavilion outside the courtyard from a distance and immediately quickened her pace to walk over.

Lin Canglang turned his head and looked at Lin Xian’er, nodding slightly before asking, "Xian’er, hadn’t you already left? Why did you suddenly get involved with those disciples’ affairs?"

"Yes!" Lin Xian’er playfully blinked her eyes, "But just as I was about to leave the mountain, I heard about that Iron Blood Alliance matter, and I thought I could help Dad clean up those sect degenerates."

"Mmm." Lin Canglang led Lin Xian’er to sit down in the pavilion, his expression softened somewhat as he spoke warmly, "Xian’er, I’m very happy that you have this intention. What about Ling Feng? Did you know him before? Why did you stand up and speak for him?"

"You know, Dad, you’ve hidden your identity for so many years, hoping that you wouldn’t be confined by a minor Asking Immortal Sect and that with your talent, a much broader world awaits you."

"You’re talking about Ling Feng?" An image of a handsome face flashed in Lin Xian’er’s mind, and she couldn’t help but giggle, "I didn’t know him before, but this time, in dealing with the Iron Blood Alliance, he really showed tremendous dominance!"

As soon as Ling Feng was mentioned, Lin Xian’er seemed very excited and chattered on, "Speaking of which, Dad, who exactly is this Ling Feng? Why do those disciples all call him Senior Ling Feng? And also..."

"Enough, Xian’er!" Lin Canglang furrowed his brow and immediately interrupted Lin Xian’er’s questioning, "That Ling Feng is not a good person, and you must never have any interactions with him in the future, and there’s no need for you to inquire about his identity." Googlᴇ search ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

"Ah? Dad, why?" Lin Xian’er bit her lip, "He..."

"There’s no reason!" Lin Canglang’s expression turned somewhat colder, "Just remember Dad’s words. It’s getting late, you should quickly return to the Heavenly Position Academy."

"Alright..." Filled with confusion but seeing Lin Canglang becoming so stern, she didn’t dare to contradict him and just nodded, though in her heart she thought there must be some misunderstanding between her father and Ling Feng, as Ling Feng was clearly an upright and honorable man.

Little did she know that her father, though virtuous on the surface, was in fact nothing but a scoundrel.

"Well then, Dad, I’ll be leaving now." Lin Xian’er bit her lip and sighed softly, since she might not have any dealings with Ling Feng in the future, there was no need to anger her father.

"Mm, just obey Dad’s words, no matter what, I will never harm you," Lin Canglang gently stroked the back of Lin Xian’er’s head, "Go on, be careful on your way."

Lin Xian’er nodded, "Dad, then Xian’er is leaving!"

Lin Canglang watched as Lin Xian’er gradually walked away, a wave of anger surging in his eyes, "Ling Feng, what makes you think you are worthy of my daughter! Xian’er can only marry into a prominent family in the Empire, and you are just a poor boy without any background!"

He took a deep breath, muttering to himself, "Now that this kid has reached the stage of Late-stage of Pulse Condensation, well, it’s time to close the net. Duanmu Qingshan, that Moving Flower and Burying Jade Sword Scripture, you ultimately can’t keep it hidden. Hahaha..."

He had it all planned out; as long as he used the antidote for the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison to coerce Ling Feng, he would naturally hand over the Sword Scripture from Duanmu Qingshan.

As for Ling Feng and Miss Yue from Cangqiong Sect, he had thought it through; Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan were, at most, just ordinary friends.

After the matter was settled, he planned to imprison Ling Feng for three to five years; if Miss Yue didn’t remember this friend by then, he would simply have him killed.

"The Moving Flower and Burying Jade Sword Scripture is a Secret Technique of the Ancient Sect Yihua Palace, it even involves a secret about a hidden treasure vault of Yihua Palace, as long as our sect can obtain it, comprehend its mysteries, why should we settle in a small place like the Asking Immortal Sect!"

"Duanmu Qingshan, did you really think the Master had you ruined and your family killed back then merely for a so-called Sword Manual? This secret, perhaps even you don’t know it, hahaha!"

"Old Bastard Duanmu, the day I get my hands on the Sword Scripture is your death day!"