Chapter 289: Running Away, It's Worth It to Die Outside

Looking at the two lines of text on the screen, Zhou Sheng suddenly felt as if his brain had been struck by a thunderbolt. His limbs stiffened, and after a while he pressed the voice button to reply:

"Yes, come and see me quickly. Is the young man still in the mountains? Bring him here!"

After a few seconds, another message was refreshed: "Okay."

Zhou Meng, the then head of Wudang, did not dare to delay and went to Wang Ye's bedroom overnight and carried him to a remote cabin in the back mountain like a chicken.

"Master, where are you now?"

Wang Ye was still sleepy and rubbing his eyes, not realizing the seriousness of the matter.

With a "bang", the tightly closed wooden door suddenly opened, and a low voice came from inside.

"Come in."

"Walk."

Zhou Meng dragged Wang Ye into the house, looked around, and when he saw that no one was following them, he breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door.

There was an oil lamp lit in the room, and the furniture was a little shabby, with three or two stools, a table and chairs, and an old wooden bed.

At this moment, there was a bald old man sitting at the table, his white eyebrows tightly knitted into an inverted eight shape. Even though he remained silent, Wang Ye felt an uncomfortable sense of oppression when they first met.

"What's going on?" Zhou Sheng asked first.

"Here, take a look."

The short Zhou Meng sighed helplessly, played a few videos saved on his mobile phone, and handed them to Zhou Sheng.

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The woman who was talking in a heated argument was actually Duanmu Ying's clone. She recounted everything that the person who had comprehended the Eight Great Skills had done in the past without leaving out anything.

With every inch the progress bar advanced, Zhou Sheng's face darkened. After he finished reading it all, he was filled with pent-up anger.

During this time, Wang Ye, who heard the sound of the video, had a serious expression on his face. Just when he was thinking about something, he was suddenly scolded.

"You're the only one who went to the Tianshi Mansion to meddle in other people's business?"

"Stupid thing, you don't have that ability, but you still want to show off. With your little skill, do you know how much trouble you have brought to the sect?"

This sudden outburst of curses made Wang stunned. His heart skipped a beat and he felt very disappointed.

"Well, now is not the time to blame the baby. We have to think of a solution."

Zhou Meng could not bear to blame the junior. After all, Wang Ye had consulted him about the matter in the first place. He learned that other sects and families wanted to cause trouble for the Heavenly Master. Wang Ye had been to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to practice many times and had great respect for the elder. So he went to help out and obtained Zhou Meng's permission. Who knew it would turn out like this.

If Wang Ye had not exposed Fenghou Qimen at the conference, Wudang could have evaded Duanmu Ying's accusation this time. However, with Wang Ye's ironclad clue, no matter how they explained, people in the world would insist that Wudang had the Eight Wonders hidden within.

Zhou Sheng became more and more angry the more he thought about it, and he said angrily:
"What do you think?! I'm so confused. This brat used Feng Hou to fight against the Zhuge family kid, and he still got beaten up."

"You're just a mediocre kung fu master. Do you know how Chen Jinkui in the audience stared at you like a wolf that had found a good meal? If he hadn't died suddenly in the Gobi Desert, you would have been eaten by him until there was nothing left of you."

"Sir, please take a break, okay?"

Wang Ye knew that he was in the wrong, so he scratched his head and accepted the lecture, not daring to argue.

"Hey, you monkey, stop nagging the baby."

Zhou Meng was in a great headache and didn't know how to face the accountability from the famous figures of the Quanzhen Sect.

There is evidence both from witnesses and from objects. The Wudang disciples robbed someone else's master's temple, learned some unique skills, and passed them down secretly. If you ask yourself, if Zhou Meng was a Quanzhen disciple, he would not be able to swallow this.

"Humph!"

Solving the problem was the most important thing. Zhou Sheng took out a notebook that recorded his experience and secrets in practicing Feng Hou, and threw it into Wang Ye's hand, saying unhappily:
"Keep practicing. If you continue to slack off, you'll die."

“Do you really think that you can be indifferent just because you look so cynical and careless? There are countless people out there who want to take away your unique skills and ruin your cultivation. If you don’t value your life, you should bang your head against the wall and die now, otherwise you won’t have the chance to regret it in the future!”

"Disciple. I am ashamed."

Wang also lowered his head and sighed. He roughly guessed the identity of the old man in front of him. He was suspected to be the one who controlled the wind and lived in seclusion in the back mountain. He was free to move around unlike the three masters who were immersed in the inner world of the cave. The only one who could have such ability was the old senior Zhou Sheng.

"Brother, have you calculated it?"

Seeing his brother's anxious expression, Zhou Meng had a bad feeling in his heart.

"A few idiots have stirred up a hornet's nest. I don't know what the outcome will be now. I can't stay any longer."

Zhou Sheng felt confused and powerless. Even though his Feng Hou had achieved great success, he still could not muster the slightest desire to challenge the man from the Sanyi Sect. He just wanted to escape as far away as possible, even if he was killed outside, as long as it did not bring any impact on his master.

"What about this baby? How to arrange it?" Zhou Meng asked.

"If you are thrown into the mountains to practice, and you cannot get out, you will die. If you can practice the changes of the seventy-two solar terms, your life will be safe."

"The Quanzhen people may not dare to cause trouble for the Trinity Sect, but we are different. They will put crazy pressure on you. Even if it means breaking up, you will have to bite the bullet and die."

“Ask where the child has gone? Just say that he has been expelled from the sect. The Fenghoutu must not be handed over. This evil thing will kill more people, and we won’t be able to explain it even if we have ten thousand mouths.” Zhou Sheng packed his luggage in a panic. After saying a few words, he turned into a black mist, rushed out of the door, and disappeared into the misty forest in the night.

That night, Wang was also taken by Zhou Meng into a cave where several masters were practicing, isolated from the world and temporarily avoiding the storm.

Coincidentally, at four o'clock in the morning, in the Feng family villa, Feng Zhenghao, troubled by his daughter's increasingly worsening condition, could not fall asleep.

Soon, he received screenshots and videos sent by his confidants. Duanmu Ying's backstabbing made his scalp tingle, and the recording of him sending people to assassinate Zhang Chulan was released.

At the same time, what made him even more furious was that in the video, Duanmu Ying's eyes were filled with black blood, and her smile was evil and cruel:
"Feng Tianyang, Feng Zhenghao, you wicked people, do you really think you can let this go peacefully? I will kill your daughter first, and the others will not survive either!"

At this moment, Feng Zhenghao's face was horrified. The ally who had been cooperating with him turned out to be his enemy who had always wanted to kill him.

What worries him even more is how many backup plans Duanmu Ying has left? If she sends assassins to target the other three children, will he be able to protect them? !
Since the murder was exposed, he could not escape as long as either the Tianshi Mansion or the company pursued him. According to the company's handling method, the highest punishment is to destroy his meridians and no longer be an extraordinary person for the rest of his life. Others will be tried through judicial procedures. Since Zhang Chulan did not die and the circumstances were relatively minor, he will be in prison for at least three years and less than ten years.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhenghao's heart rate continued to rise, cold sweat wet his back, and he hurriedly notified his two estranged children to return home. Then, he ordered his secretary to prepare a helicopter and take Feng Xingtong and the crazy and aphasic Feng Shayan to Trinity Gate overnight.

He must make all preparations before the disaster strikes, and he will not let go of even the slightest chance for a bargain.

It will be bright.

On the third floor of the Sutra Repository, golden sunlight poured in from the window. Jiang Mo, lying on a hammock by the window, was bathed in the warm and refreshing glow. He was holding an ancient book describing Western alien creatures and reading quietly.

In the experimental area not far away, Yousha was refining the undead magic solution and was transforming the SP0 original ice man. The strength of this special body was far beyond her imagination, and the refining process was very difficult.

“I don’t have enough materials.”

"Where did you find these monsters?"

Yousha poured the last pot of dark green solution into SP0's brain, then stopped what she was doing, turned and walked towards Jiang Mo, handing him a cup of warm milk.

These days, she was busy with research, neglecting sleep and food, and refining a large amount of magic solution. All the materials she had stored were used up, and she only completed one-third of the recasting needs.

When Jiang Mo arrived last night, he did not bother her. He just picked up a book from the bookshelf and went to the window to wait. Only after she finished her work did the two of them have time to talk.

"Behemoth developed a biological weapon. In order to deal with me, they emptied their family's resources."

Looking at the hot milk handed to him, Jiang Mo closed the ancient book in his hand, took the porcelain cup, put it to his lips and took a sip, then took out a roll of old parchment from his arms and gave it to her.

"What is this?" Yousha was slightly stunned.

"An acquaintance gave it to me when I went to Nathan. I've seen some of the runes in your notes, but I don't quite understand them. I think they're related to magic. You might be interested, so I'm giving them to you."

Jiang Mo brushed it off lightly.

"Thank you."

There was a faint smile on Yousha's lips. She spread out the parchment, glanced at it roughly, and could not hide her surprise.

"Light magic? Interesting."

"Are you familiar with it?"

Yousha closed the parchment and said softly:

"Yes, I have read a little bit. The magic spells and arrays recorded on it are mainly offensive spells."

Jiang Mo glanced at SP0·1 on the experimental table and said:

"Write out the list of consumable materials needed for the six specimens and give it to me later."

"Yes."

Just at this moment, a visitor came to visit the sect and stopped at the foot of the mountain. Zhuge Yu made a report. His voice penetrated the layers of buildings and fell into Jiang Mo's ears.

"Uncle Master, the people from Tianxiahui want to see you. They said they want to do a business with you."

"They are the descendants of Feng Tianyang. If you don't like them, I will expel them right away."

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Jiang Mo was silent for a few seconds, then said, "No need, take him to Qingxin Palace, I'll be there now."

"Okay, disciple understands."

The voice gradually faded away, and Zhuge Yu instantly moved the three members of the Feng family who were at the edge of the inner magic circle to the Qingxin Hall where they were receiving guests.

This method, which was comparable to a magical power, made Feng Zhenghao and Feng Xingtong look surprised and admired him very much. Feng Shayan hugged her brother's arm tremblingly, her eyes were flustered and her words were unclear.

Zhuge Yu received the family of three and invited them to take a seat.

"Junior Feng Zhenghao, nice to meet you, Senior. How should I address you?"

"Zhuge Yu."

A middle-aged man with white hair and a crew cut, who is not tall but has a strong physique, said so.

(End of this chapter)