Evil Master and Disciple

There was a mess outside Jiaotai Hall.

The area around a hundred feet was almost reduced to ruins in the fight. Countless cracks and large pits appeared on the ground, and the originally neatly laid stone slabs had now disappeared.

However, the Jiaotai Hall in the center of the ruins did not suffer any damage. Even the doors and windows were still the same as before, and not a single tile had fallen from the roof.

It’s not that the Confucian monks avoided the Jiaotai Hall out of public morality when fighting with the demon monks, but because the Jiaotai Hall was the place where the national seal and some important documents were stored, and the Confucian sages had set up many forbidden barriers here in the past.

There are nine palaces like this one that are under restrictions in the imperial palace, and each one is very important.

There were quite a few people outside the Jiaotai Hall at this moment, almost all of them were Confucian monks.

The gate of Jiaotai Hall is closed at this moment.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who led Hong Jiu and others said a few words to several great Confucian scholars at the door, and then the door of Jiaotai Hall was pushed open.

Hong Jiu and others were invited in.

The lights in Jiaotai were bright, and more than a hundred low tables were placed in the hall, without any disorder.

The only slightly messy place is the small area where the Jade Crown Needle was originally sealed.

The monks of the Demonic Cult still have a strong sense of martial ethics. They attacked Jiaotai Palace just for the Jade Crown Needle.

After entering the Jiaotai Hall, the demon monk did not touch any blade of grass or tree in the Jiaotai Hall, and rushed straight to the location of the jade crown needle.

They only pried up that piece of floor and left the rest undamaged.

At this moment, in Jiaotai Hall, in addition to the six sub-saints, there were also Ye Feng, Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi.

Seeing Hong Jiu and the other four coming in, Yun Shuang'er stepped forward and said, "Miss Daji, did you bring the ink bamboo spirit painting that I left in the room?"

Su Daji nodded, took out the spiritual painting from the storage bracelet, and said with a smile: "Sister Shuang'er, I have the spiritual painting with me."

Yun Shuang'er took it and said, "Thank you."

Su Daji smiled and said, "We are all sisters, so don't be polite. Sister Shuang'er, let me tell you, Sister Mozhu is very timid. As soon as the fight started in the Stargazing Tower, she was so scared that she hid in the painting. I am the brave one. I sat on the roof, eating snacks while watching those monks fighting in the sky!"

Su Daji boasted as if seeking credit.

Yun Shuang'er asked, "Are you not hurt?"

Su Daji waved her arms and said, "Of course I'm not injured, I'm so powerful! How are you guys?"

Shen Tianqi came over at this time and said, "We are fine too. It's just that your brother Feng's eyelids are drooping and he's very sleepy."

That’s right, Ye Feng was very tired at this moment.

He still had half of his true energy and spiritual power in his dantian, but his mental strength was severely depleted when he performed the Dawn.

He was now gritting his teeth and holding on, which prevented him from falling asleep.

At this moment, he was studying the jade sundial crown with six sub-saints.

Now the jade sundial and crown have been returned to their place.

Ye Feng brought back the jade sundial from Lingyin, while Rujia dug out the jade crown needle in advance.

But it seemed like both of them had been fooled.

Ye Feng didn't know that what he brought back was a fake jade sundial.

The demonic monk didn't know that what he took away from Jiaotai Hall was a fake Jade Crown Needle.

The poet Li Ling held the Jade Sundial in his left hand and the Jade Crown Needle in his right. He asked, "Does anyone know how to use this thing? Zhuge, you're more experienced with these mysterious things. Can you activate the Jade Sundial Crown?"

The chess master Zhuge Xuance said, "What do you mean? What do you mean I'm more knowledgeable about supernatural things? What I know are the great principles of heaven and earth, all of which are astonishing knowledge, not supernatural things."

Seeing the two about to quarrel, Dean Qiu said, "The Jade Sundial Crown is a tool for observing the stars. We Confucians have no research on it, so it's normal that we can't activate it. Master Ye, your Yunhai Sect is a Taoist sect. Taoists have studied astrology very deeply. Can you activate this Jade Sundial Crown?"

Ye Feng was very tired and was sitting on the soft couch in front of the low table.

He slowly shook his head and said, "I don't know how to activate this thing either. However, I know there's a senior who knows quite a bit about... the Jade Sundial Crown. He's definitely able to activate it."

Dean Qiu nodded and said, "In that case, I'll leave this pair of jade sundials and crowns in your care. Please ask that senior to retrieve the dragon vein formation diagram from the sundials and crowns."

Ye Feng hummed, and his head seemed to droop unconsciously.

Seeing this, Yun Shuang'er immediately stepped forward to support the drowsy Ye Feng, letting Ye Feng rest his head on her shoulder.

Ye Feng tried hard to put the jade sundial crown into the black silk bracelet.

Dean Qiu said, "Mr. Ye, your mental strength is very weak now. You must rest immediately. I will send someone to take you to the Sage Building."

Ye Feng hummed again and turned to look at Hong Jiu and others.

"Xiaohong...where's Lao Fu?"

Hong Jiu said, "Brother Fu left the capital with the Buddhist monk?"

"what?"

Ye Feng was slightly shocked.

Lin Yi was killed and the Sword of the Nation disappeared.

Ye Feng can now conclude that the Sword of Nation must have been taken away by Fu Jinghong.

No matter how hard he tried, he was still a step too late and failed to stop Fu Jinghong.

"Old Fu left...left the capital? Damn it, this guy took the National Sword away...What is he planning to do? Doesn't he know that the National Sword is related to the lives of countless people? No, I have to use the Spiritual Sound Mirror to contact him!"

Ye Feng's expression suddenly changed, his eyes filled with anger, guilt, and regret.

This look and expression scared several disciples of the Yunhai Sect.

When the six sub-saints heard Ye Feng say that the Zhenguo Sword was taken away by Fu Jinghong, their faces all froze at the same time.

It seemed that the thing they were most worried about had happened.

If they didn't have the Sword of the Nation, a rare treasure of pure yang and strength, even if they got the map of the Dragon Vein Formation and had the help of Lu Yunshi, who practiced dragon vein cultivation, it would be difficult to reseal the eye of the Dragon Vein Formation.

Ye Feng took out the Lingyin Mirror from his arms and was about to activate it when it suddenly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He fell powerlessly into Yun Shuang'er's arms.

In the end, he couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

At this moment, everyone looked at Ye Feng who was sleeping in Yun Shuang'er's arms.

Looking at that childish face, everyone seemed to be suddenly shocked.

Only then did they realize that Ye Feng was just a sixteen-year-old boy.

Dean Qiu said slowly, "Young Master Ye's mental strength has been greatly depleted. Send him to the Sage Building to rest first. We can discuss the matter of the National Sword after he recovers."

Several sub-saints nodded slowly.

Hong Jiu stepped forward and took the unconscious Ye Feng from Yun Shuang'er's arms.

Dean Qiu arranged for several Confucian scholars to escort them to the Hanlin Academy in the imperial city.

The sky gradually brightened.

Today should have been a happy day for the capital to celebrate New Year's Eve, but now, the entire capital is dead.

Something happened in the capital, and the news spread last night. The major sects were the first to get the news, followed by the small and medium-sized sects.

If some cultivators were to engage in combat in the capital, the cultivation world would ignore it.

However, last night, nearly a thousand masters of the Demon Sect attacked the imperial city, and there was another even more bizarre battle in the capital, which naturally made it impossible for the righteous monks to stand idly by.

As the morning glow rises, you can see groups of righteous monks flying into the capital from all directions.

However, Ye Feng had no time to pay attention to these.

The only thing he could do now was sleep.