Hearing Chenxing's words, Lin Feng's heart grew even colder.
In the past, Chenxing was a member of the Yunhai Sect and was highly regarded by the sect. The sect treated him well.
He was a coward who betrayed the sect and joined Duan Tianlang, but Chenxing should not have allowed the bodies of his former fellow disciples to be humiliated after their deaths.
What is the difference between Chenxing and a beast?
"Duan Tianlang, did he entrust the Yunhai Sect to you, a worthless person, to guard?"
A deep, cold voice came through the bronze mask. Chenxing's eyebrows twitched, and he stared coldly at Lin Feng. "Who are you calling a worthless person?"
"Chenxing, you were once the top disciple of the outer sect of Yunhai. Now that you have betrayed the sect and allowed the bodies of your fellow disciples to be humiliated, do you have any face to give orders here?"
Lin Feng said indifferently, causing Chenxing's pupils to constrict as he stared intently at Lin Feng.
"Who are you?"
Due to the bronze mask, Lin Feng's voice had changed. Moreover, Lin Feng now exuded a more steady and cold aura, making it impossible for Chenxing to recognize him.
"A traitor of the sect, a despicable person, still has the nerve to show off in the sect. Chenxing, do you have any sense of shame left?"
Lin Feng asked again, taking a step forward. Instantly, a fierce sword aura surged out, and a powerful sword momentum blossomed.
Feeling this familiar sword momentum, Chenxing's body trembled violently, his pupils constricting, and his breathing becoming rapid.
"Lin Feng, it's Lin Feng. He actually dares to step into the Yunhai Sect."
Chenxing's heart trembled. All the elders of the Yunhai Sect and the sect leader, Nangong Ling, fought to the death to save Lin Feng from the Yunhai Sect. Chenxing never imagined that Lin Feng would dare to return. After all, Duan Tianlang's people were searching for Lin Feng everywhere, and if they found him, they would surely kill him without mercy.
But precisely because they assumed Lin Feng would not dare to return to the Yunhai Sect, Duan Tianlang did not leave any strong people in the sect, only Chenxing and two other people at the first level of the Spirit Martial Realm.
Now, all the strong people had returned to the imperial city to prepare for the establishment of the Snow Moon Holy Academy, which Duan Tianlang considered the top priority.
It could be said that with Lin Feng's current strength, he could walk through the Yunhai Sect unchallenged.
An overwhelming sense of fear spread in Chenxing's heart, and his back was instantly drenched in sweat.
"Looks like you remember who I am."
Lin Feng saw Chenxing's reaction and smiled coldly. The sword momentum grew even more fierce, and the two people beside Chenxing were already overwhelmed by the sword momentum, losing the courage to fight.
"Spare me, I had no choice."
Chenxing's voice trembled slightly. He was afraid, afraid of death.
"No choice? Even if you betrayed the sect to save your life, you still had no choice. But just now, you allowed the bodies of your fellow disciples to be humiliated after their deaths. If you don't die, how can I, Lin Feng, face those deceased senior disciples?"
Lin Feng took a step forward, and a powerful sword momentum instantly burst out, the sword light blindingly bright.
"No..."
Chenxing's fearful voice echoed in the space, but the sword light had already passed, and three drops of blood splattered in the air.
One sword, three deaths.
In the face of Lin Feng's domineering sword, they had no resistance.
"Phew..."
Seeing the three bodies fall, Lin Feng exhaled a deep breath, feeling extremely depressed.
Now, those who wanted to steal treasures from the bodies had all left. The vast area of the life and death platform was left with only Lin Feng and a field of corpses.
Looking around, Lin Feng gazed at these bodies, imprinting their images in his mind. The eyes behind the bronze mask became even sharper and more resolute.
Risking danger, he came back to the Yunhai Sect just to take a look, to see the piles of corpses, to see the blood-red sunset.
He wanted to remember this blood feud.
He wanted to remind himself constantly that the weak are bullied and deprived of life, while the strong overlook the world and can make rivers of blood flow with a single word.
He, Lin Feng, was determined to become a powerful person, to dye his hatred red with blood. He would never forget the eyes full of hope and responsibility. Now, he carried the hopes of many people, who had sacrificed their lives to save him.
"Rumble, rumble..."
At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled, and the tremors grew stronger, the rumbling sounds becoming louder.
"Red Blood Iron Cavalry!"
Lin Feng's pupils constricted slightly, and without hesitation, his figure trembled as he rushed to the edge of the canyon.
"Floating Light."
Lin Feng's body suddenly leaped, and in mid-air, he slashed the stone wall with his sword, regaining momentum and leaping directly to the top of the canyon.
"Quick, go."
Feeling the ground tremble more strongly, Lin Feng was shocked. The speed of the iron cavalry was too fast, covering several miles in just a few breaths.
Lin Feng didn't even have time to think and immediately pulled Meng Qing's small hand, running madly.
Meng Qing felt the touch in her hand and a hint of unusual emotion flashed in her eyes, but sensing Lin Feng's urgency, she let him lead.
Although Lin Feng's reaction was already fast, the sky above the canyon was flat, leaving no place to hide. In an instant, a row of iron cavalry rushed over, making Lin Feng's steps hesitate, and he stopped.
The cavalry that appeared was magnificent, with the knights wearing armor and riding powerful and majestic red-blooded horses.
Seeing the Red Blood Iron Cavalry approach, Lin Feng's hands tightened, gripping Meng Qing's small hand tightly, but he was completely unaware. He didn't expect the Red Blood Iron Cavalry to suddenly appear and move so swiftly.
"Could they know I'm here?"
Lin Feng thought to himself. Then he saw a group of cavalry still charging towards him without stopping.
"What a fine figure."
Seeing the knight on the horse, Lin Feng couldn't help but admire him.
It was a middle-aged man, with a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows, and star-like eyes. His deep gaze carried a hint of sorrow, as if he had endless worries and sadness.
The man wore a white armor, looking exceptionally heroic, and more striking was his white hair, which moved with the wind, giving a sense of沧桑 (cang桑, meaning "vicissitudes of life").
The white-haired middle-aged man rode the red-blooded horse, passing by Lin Feng without even a glance, making Lin Feng's eyes narrow. Could he have been mistaken? Did the other party not know he was Lin Feng?
Thinking of this, Lin Feng relaxed, turning around as if nothing had happened. Then he saw the red-blooded horse neigh and leap from the sky above the canyon, a heart-stirring sight.
"Such a majestic figure."
Lin Feng felt a sense of admiration, lifting his feet and returning to the edge of the canyon.
At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man stood on the highest life and death platform, like a statue, quietly looking at the ground covered with bodies.
The wind blew the white hair of the middle-aged man, giving him a lonely and sorrowful appearance.
"Thud!"
A light sound echoed, making Lin Feng's heart tremble. The white-haired middle-aged man knelt directly on the life and death platform.
"General!"
A chorus of整齐 (zheng qi, meaning "uniform") voices echoed, like a flood, trembling in the space.
Then, the knights who had arrived at the edge of the canyon all dismounted, kneeling on one knee, their eyes filled with genuine sorrow for their general.
This scene, full of impact, deeply moved Lin Feng. To be able to do this, what more could a general ask for? This was a true general.
What kind of charisma must one have to command such a loyal army?
A name suddenly appeared in Lin Feng's mind. According to the rumors, he seemed to be just like this.
"Divine Archer, Liu Canglan."
Lin Feng was already certain that this person must be Liu Canglan. Who else would kneel for the Yunhai Sect disciples, and who else could build such an army?
No wonder every time the Northern Elder mentioned Liu Canglan, he had a proud look on his face. To have such an excellent disciple was indeed something to be proud of.
"This is my business, all of you stand up."
Liu Canglan's voice was not rough like a general's, but rather delicate and clear. Although it was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly.
"General, please take care of your health."
The soldiers shouted in unison, extremely in sync. Upon learning that the Yunhai Sect had been wiped out by Duan Tianlang and the traitors of the Red Blood Iron Cavalry, Liu Canglan fainted and woke up with white hair. He did not care about his own health and rushed for three days and three nights to reach the Yunhai Sect.
And they all came voluntarily.
"I order you all to stand up."
Liu Canglan's voice remained calm. Hearing his words, the soldiers had no choice but to stand up.
They never disobeyed Liu Canglan's orders.
"I, Liu Canglan, entered the Yunhai Sect at the age of seven, received the grace of my master and the sect, and achieved my current status. However, I later betrayed the sect and served the Snow Moon, for twenty years. These twenty years, I have never forgotten my master's grace and the sect's kindness. But now, the Yunhai Sect has been destroyed by the Red Blood Iron Cavalry, which I personally trained. I, Liu Canglan, am a sinner to the sect for a thousand generations."
After saying this, Liu Canglan bowed to the bodies of the Yunhai Sect disciples, his head hitting the life and death platform, making a sound.
"General, this was Duan Tianlang's long-planned scheme to frame you. How could you fall for it?"
A soldier shouted loudly, but Liu Canglan did not listen.
"I knew Duan Tianlang had the heart of a tiger and a wolf, yet I still sent Feifei to the sect to request people, hoping the sect would allow the disciples to enter the Snow Moon Holy Academy, giving Duan Tianlang an excuse. How can I shirk responsibility? I, Liu Canglan, am unrighteous to the sect."
PS: The update speed will definitely be faster, with three updates per day. It's not that I don't want to update more, but as a working person, it's hard to do more. It takes me two and a half hours or even longer to write a chapter, including planning. Three chapters already take up all my free time, and I have to stay up late to write them. If I don't work overtime on weekends, I might update a bit more. I hope for your continued support!