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After Cao Feng said that, silence filled the room.
The young Daoist priest of the Forgotten Truth Temple thought he had heard wrong.
He turned to look at the Cold Mountain Sect elder at his side.
The other party opened his mouth but said nothing and just smiled bitterly.
The Daoist priest stiffly turned his head back to Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng.
He was furious but smiled instead. “What did you just say?”
Hui Tianyu took a step forward and answered before Cao Feng could, “Senior Brother Cao was merely relaying the words. He did not mean to be disrespectful.”
The young Daoist priest sneered. He ignored Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng, who were both the same age as him, and turned to look at the Cold Mountain Sect elder.
“Let’s take it that they’re speaking the truth. What does your sect plan to do?”
The old man let out a long breath. “I cannot decide on this. The sect master’s decision is needed.”
Upon seeing Cao Feng appear, the old man had an ominous feeling.
Cao Feng was unafraid of anything, impulsive, and insolent. He was also very displeased with the Forgotten Truth Temple.
Since he had come down from the mountains, it was obvious what the sect meant.
That young Daoist priest said with a sneer, “I said before to call your sect master here. Where is he now?”
He looked at the surrounding people. “It seems that finding a new backer has given all of you the guts to abandon our sect.”
Cao Feng sneered. “Your words are too harsh. Our sect has found a backer, but it’s not a new one.”
“Senior Brother Cao….” Hui Tianyu did not want someone from their sect to clash with the other party.
However, Cao Feng waved his hand. “I’ll just be straightforward.”
He looked at the Forgotten Truth Temple disciple. “When has your sect ever been our backer? You’re just using us as working animals.”
The Forgotten Truth Temple disciple chuckled. “For someone so ignorant, it’s rare to see that you have a bit of self-awareness.”
Cao Feng chuckled. “You’re the ignorant one. The Forgotten Truth Temple is nothing compared to Chang’an Fortress.”
“Hehe. They merely devoured Longbei County’s Tang Dynasty army.” The young Daoist priest shook his head. “But you’re frank.”
While he praised him, his smile vanished.
In the eyes of the three people of the Cold Mountain Sect, his figure seemed to become illusory and distorted, about to vanish like a mist.
At the same time, a mist seemed to float behind Cao Feng and condensed into a hand.
His Daoist robe covered half of his arm, and his fingers jabbed toward Cao Feng’s nape.
The mist transformed. The knifehand strike seemed gentle but was actually as fast as lightning.
Cao Feng and the other two, who had been practicing martial arts for many years, could notice this sudden and stealthy move in time.
But there was no need for that actually.
Just as the young Daoist priest’s figure transformed, Cao Feng unsheathed his sword at his waist.
Just like lightning cutting through the night sky, Cao Feng’s sword was even faster than the other party’s sneak attack!
The young Daoist priest was shocked.
He was a direct descendant of the Forgotten Truth Temple.
He had cultivated his master’s Daoist spell, Illusory Mist Shift, to its fullest.
The Forgotten Truth Temple ranked among the four great Daoist sacred grounds within Eastern Tang, and its forgotten teachings handed down were naturally exquisite.
The mist transformed, and he changed his figure almost instantly.
The Cold Mountain Sect was just a small sect in the mountains of Qinzhou Prefecture in Longbei County.
The sword techniques of the Cold Mountain Sect had a few merits in the eyes of the Forgotten Truth Temple disciples, but nothing more than that.
Whenever the two parties fought, the forgotten teachings of the Forgotten Truth Temple crushed the inheritance of the Cold Mountain Sect.
Normally, the young Daoist priest would perform this Illusory Mist Shift and turn into a mist and disappear.
After he appeared behind Cao Feng, he would strike Cao Feng’s nape with a Daoist fist move called the Dragon Jabbing Hand and thus break his nape.
The three people of the Cold Mountain Sect would not even be able to touch him.
Then he would follow a set pattern and kill the three of them one by one.
This was how it should have been.
But now, Cao Feng’s sword was significantly faster than the young Daoist priest had expected.
He cast the Illusory Mist Shift, but before his figure completely disappeared, Cao Feng swiftly stabbed him with his sword.
As he dashed forward, he dodged the Daoist priest’s Dragon Jabbing Hand from behind in one smooth motion.
Then a sword stabbed into the young Daoist priest’s body that had not completely disappeared.
No blood spurt out.
Clouds of mist suddenly shattered and drifted away like dream bubbles.
The young Daoist priest’s Dragon Jabbing Hand had missed Cao Feng.
Cao Feng’s move had also failed.
But the young Daoist priest broke out in cold sweat.
Fortunately, he was cautious.
Before falling out with others, he was used to casting the True Illusion Spell secretly first.
The spell overturned light, clouding the perceptions of the three people of the Cold Mountain Sect, causing them to misjudge the location of the young Daoist priest.
Cao Feng’s move then failed.
When the True Illusion spell was broken, the young Daoist priest’s true form appeared at the side.
His Dragon Jabbing Hand had failed, so he needed to use other moves.
But another two streaks of lightning sparks that lit up the night sky suddenly appeared.
The Daoist priest could only block one of the ‘lightning sparks’ in time.
But the other lightning-like sword light pierced his shoulder blade and pinned him directly to the wall.
He looked at Hui Tianyu in front of him in shock. “All of your sword techniques aren’t from the Cold Mountain Sect!”
Hui Tianyu and the Cold Mountain Sect elder had struck with their swords together with Cao Feng.
Since they already took action, they did not need to hold back and went all out together.
With lightning illuminating in the night sky three times, the Night Elegance Sword caught the young Daoist priest by surprise.
Cao Feng walked up to the Daoist priest and patted his cheeks with a smile.
“I said that you aren’t our backer, but Chang’an Fortress is. Now, do you see why?”
He was full of joy and excitement.
Although the other party was not injured under his sword, if he had not been cautious and prepared the True Illusion Spell to guard against it in advance, Cao Feng’s first move would have rendered meritorious service.
The other party was not a successor of the Mountain Tiger Hall or the Thunderclap Sect, but rather, a direct descendant of the Forgotten Truth Temple, a Daoist sacred ground.
He ended up wounded under the Night Elegance Sword.
Chang’an Fortress was truly unfathomable.
If we achieve more merits, will more and better rewards await us?
Just thinking about it made Cao Feng feel dizzy.
“Let’s keep him alive for now. We’ll bring him back to Chang’an and leave him to Mister Black Cloud to dispose of,” Hui Tianyu said calmly at the side.
That Cold Mountain Sect elder looked at the young Daoist priest with a slightly complicated look but finally nodded. “Just as it should be.”
He told Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng to take the other party up the mountains first, while he stayed behind and assembled the Cold Mountain Sect disciples in Qinzhou Prefecture.
A war might ensue next, and it would likely be unsuitable for the Cold Mountain Sect to remain in Qinzhou for the time being.
Only when a winner emerged between Chang’an and the Forgotten Truth Temple would it then be the best time for the sect to make a comeback.
When the group returned to the fortress, they escorted that Forgotten Truth Temple disciple to Mister Black Cloud.
A smile faintly cured on Zhang Dongyun’s lips as he scanned the young Daoist priest. “Inform his seniors to come and have a chat.”