The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 5 A big banquet
Outside the Weiyun Sect, torches lit up the sky.

Fresh blood flowed down the steps, step by step, and a thick, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

As soon as Feng Ling and the others stepped out of the door, they gasped in shock.

The bodies of the eight disciples who died tragically lay scattered in a pool of blood, eerily arranged in a two-meter-large blood-red character—"Death"!
The main entrance is a place of worship, with dead bodies and the character for "death" placed there, symbolizing that death is imminent and that one is about to die!

"Insolence! Who dares to be so arrogant? Do they not even respect me, an eighth-rank advanced ghost spirit master?"

Feng Ling flew into a rage.

Whitebeard trembled with anger.

The imposter Pan Yuanshi, along with the spies mixed in with the disciples, left him no choice but to act.

He deliberately bit the eighth-level ghost spirit master very hard, and nearly a dozen figures in the crowd trembled slightly. Feng Ling was shocked: There were so many!

A cool breeze rose, and a sleeve of clothing was blown up by the wind.

Feng Ling inwardly cried out in alarm, for true masters should remain unmoved even in the face of storms.

To divert attention, he immediately raised his finger, raised it sharply, and shouted angrily, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and drag him away!"

Upon hearing this, several disciples quickly stepped forward, dragged the body away, and washed the ground clean with water.

"Hmm?" The fake Pan Yuanshi secretly watched all of this, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat. Had she seen through him?

Fortunately, someone came and disrupted the situation!

"Father, something terrible has happened! Second Uncle has disappeared!"

Ling Chi and Ling Han had just passed by Ling Chi's residence in the early morning when they saw that the door was not closed. They went inside and found that the house was empty.

"Could it be that he did it, and then fled to avoid punishment?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the crowd, which had been grim, all changed color, as if they had connected the dots.

"Master, I told you long ago not to keep your sworn brother alive. He's no good, but you wouldn't listen! Now look what's happened..."

A complaining tone rang out, suggesting a relentless chatter.

"Shut up!"

Feng Ling pretended to be angry and took the opportunity to stop the fake Pan Yuanshi.

Otherwise, given her nagging attitude, she'd probably talk you deaf.

"Hmph!" The fake Pan Yuanshi bit her lip, lowered her head and shut her mouth. A faint, almost imperceptible venom flashed in her dim yellow pupils, but Feng Ling, who had been secretly observing her, saw it clearly.

"Sect Master! The Treasure Pavilion must have been destroyed by Elder Lingchen. Please make the decision, Sect Master!"

"Yes, Father! Second Uncle has been a member of the Withered Leaf Sect for a long time. It's hard to say he doesn't covet our sect's ghost technique manuals!"

Everyone spoke up, Feng Ling's face darkened, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

He sneered to himself: "Then I'll turn the tables on you and lower your guard for a bit."

The Weiyun Sect, the Kuye Sect, and the Heishui Sect are geographically arranged in an equilateral triangle.

They are only a few dozen miles apart.

At the speed of Elder Ling and the others in the early morning, a round trip would take no more than five hours.

It's past midnight now. Once the sun rises at dawn, we can launch a complete counterattack and break through the encirclement!
"Disciples, listen to my command! Immediately seal off the area within a thousand feet and search carefully for the whereabouts of this thief! Do not miss a single blade of grass or tree... If you find any trace of him, notify me immediately."

After he finished speaking, shouts of killing shook the heavens.

In no time, everyone had left.

Clusters of torches scattered in all directions, determined to capture the thief at dawn!

"Phew, that was close!" Feng Ling smiled wryly. "She's already starting to suspect me!"

The mere presence of an eighth-level ghost spirit is not enough to convince an evil spirit master!

Feng Ling decided to review his memories from both lifetimes again; otherwise, if such a situation were to occur again, he couldn't guarantee that the other party would remain calm.

I returned to the main hall and closed my eyes to rest. Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.

As a ray of sunlight fell upon Feng Ling's aged face, the group finally dragged their weary bodies back, their faces showing utter dejection.

"Sect Master, we searched even the ants on the ground, but it's as if we've encountered a ghost; we still haven't found any trace of the thief. Please punish us, Sect Master!"

The person who spoke at this moment was Xue Jiu, Ling Weiyun's eldest disciple. He was of average talent, over forty years old, and his cultivation had reached the sixth level!

The remaining fifty-odd disciples kneeling to accept their punishment were mostly third or fourth level disciples, with two fifth level disciples, who were none other than Ling Weiyun's two good-for-nothing sons.

"Hmph! It would be strange if you could find it. All of you, get up and leave!"

Feng Ling sneered inwardly. If you guys find them, that'll be what you call encountering a ghost. "Xue Jiu, you personally lead a banquet outside the sect. I have a feeling that distinguished guests will be arriving!"

"Yes! I will obey the sect leader's command!"

With some questions in their minds, everyone rose and respectfully took their leave. Having searched all night, they wanted to set up the banquet as soon as possible and then go back to rest for a while.

"Hongmen Banquet!"

A familiar story flashed through Feng Ling's mind, and how similar his current situation was to it.

However, the actor playing Liu Bang was the host, leisurely preparing a banquet and waiting for the Hegemon-King to appear, while Ling Chen and the others were none other than Fan Kuai...

He got up and walked towards the outside of the ancestral temple.

Facing the bright morning sun, an elderly man with white hair slowly began to practice his boxing techniques.

As the speed of his punches increased, an indescribable and inexplicable spiritual aura spread around him.

"Look! The sect leader is practicing his fist techniques! The first set of fist techniques is incredibly powerful!"

"It's the Stone-Shattering Fist! The sect leader's Stone-Shattering Fist has actually reached such a level!"

"What is that ever-flowing, soft fist technique? Could it be something the sect leader created?"

Several diligent disciples who had gotten up early to sweep the mountain were discussing among themselves, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the figure that was sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle.

Upon reaching the advanced level of a Ghost Master, one can create their own ghost techniques based on their own strengths.

"Phew—" Exhaling a breath of stale air and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Feng Ling smiled kindly at the disciples: "That's called Tai Chi!"

Alternating between the Stone-Shattering Fist and Tai Chi, Feng Ling deliberately avoided using his supernatural powers, relying solely on his keen senses to carefully perceive the rhythm of every muscle and bone in his body.

Although he was sweating from exhaustion, he felt even more energetic, which made him marvel at the profoundness of the ancient Chinese culture in his previous life!
"Sect Master, please forgive us. The three of us did not mean to disturb your practice!"

These disciples were all under twenty years old and their cultivation level was only at the third stage. When they saw Feng Ling pause and look at them, they panicked, dropped their brooms, and knelt down to apologize.

God rewards hard work!

train an apprentice,
Not afraid of being stupid

The worst thing is not being diligent;

Not afraid of mediocrity
I fear that he may have ulterior motives!

"He is of pure and good nature, and is teachable!"

Looking at the three kneeling figures with their heads bowed, Feng Ling couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

Just as they were about to wake the three, a figure appeared on a distant mountaintop, rushing towards them at breakneck speed. The one leading them was none other than—

The leader of the Fallen Leaf Sect, Fallen Leaf Ape!
A seventh-level expert's ultimate technique—the Withered Leaf Palm!

"You three should quickly descend the mountain and never return, for the sect is in danger of bloodshed!"

"metropolitan……"

The three of them thought that "Ling Weiyun" was trying to force them to leave the mountain, and they immediately cried out in grievance.

"Get the hell out of here! I don't have time to explain to you guys." Feng Ling angrily chased away the three resentful disciples. He really didn't want too many innocent people to be implicated.

Actually, the main reason is that he finds these three people more pleasing to the eye...

Is it finally starting?
Lost in thought, Feng Ling silently recited to himself as he gazed at the thirty figures approaching from afar.

It was a bright and sunny morning.

The entire sky above Weiyun Sect,
But a dark cloud was faintly looming over it!
Feng Ling had no intention of relying solely on the Withered Leaf Sect; he simply wanted to muddy the waters even further. More uncertainties would actually make it easier for him, the assassin, to react!
In the secluded courtyard behind the main hall...

"Sect Leader, don't hesitate any longer! Everyone is ready, we can close the net now!"

"Old Xu, I'm only guessing; I haven't confirmed whether Ling Weiyun has truly lost his cultivation!" An old woman glared at the masked man in front of her, then turned to the black-clad leader: "Sect Leader, we should be careful!"

"You brat! Are you scared of death?"

The masked man shouted angrily, and the old woman's face darkened. The two immediately started arguing.

Amidst a cacophony of shouts and curses, it was finally the black-clad leader who, with a frown, stopped the two.

"Black Smoke, you're being too cautious! I also think Third Brother's suggestion is good!"

The old woman bit her lip lightly, her eyes flickering, as if she wanted to say something more.

But then the leader in black sighed sadly, "After ten years of lying in wait, it's time to close the net! As for this banquet... it's just for his funeral!"

The leader in black looked up at the sky with a deep gaze, then ordered everyone to disperse and make preparations.

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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