Frontier Army Warrior

Gao Zhengqing waved his hand and said, "We will wait here for him for three months. If he does not appear, we will think of another way. If he comes up the mountain, that would be the best. Whether it is good or bad will naturally come to light."

"exactly."

"So good."

The other two sect leaders also expressed their agreement.

They had absolute confidence in each other. Looking across the entire hidden sects or the entire cultivation world, the only people who could rival their three sects were true immortals. Otherwise, with the three sect leaders gathered together, no one in the world would be able to defeat them.

They don't even need to split up to surround them.

Let alone resist, if Lin Feng dared to appear at the foot of Hidden Pillar Peak, escaping their pursuit would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The cave fell silent again, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

For the high-level cultivators who spend years cultivating in the cave, a seclusion can last for months or even years. Three months is just a blink of an eye for them.

Lin Feng rode his horse for a day and a night, but then the horse could no longer keep up.

It foamed at the mouth, trembled all over, and its hooves began to malfunction.

Lin Feng quickly reined in his warhorse, slid off its back, and felt very guilty, realizing he had only been focused on getting there and had forgotten about the horse's strength.

My emotions are somewhat chaotic, which is caused by negative emotions within my soul.

They gave the warhorse some clean water, loosened its reins, and let it graze freely on the grass in the field.

Lin Feng lay on the ground, looking up at the blue sky, pondering how to deal with the situation after he went up the mountain.

Lin Shou is in someone else's hands, and this time, just like at Yuquan Temple, it's clearly a trap set to make him jump into it willingly.

It's an open conspiracy; it's just a matter of whether you come or not.

Why can they break the rules time and time again, using the people around them to blackmail us?

Are these people still practitioners who cultivate their minds, virtues, and the Tao?

Could someone really use such despicable means to eventually achieve the Great Dao and become an immortal god?

Isn't that pure nonsense?

Lin Feng grew angrier the more he thought about it, and a violent emotion spread through his heart.

Since I came into this world, I have been repeatedly led around by the nose by these people who talk a lot about Taoist principles.

"Yan Su of the Zhengyi Gate in Tianshan, Duan Li of the Jianxing Gate in Taihang, Gui Ju of the Zhongxing Gate in Qinling..."

Lin Feng muttered to himself.

After a while, Lin Feng got up, slowly took off his armor, removed the water bag and food bag from his horse, picked up his steel knife, and glanced at the horse that was grazing on the grass.

Then he turned around and walked in another direction.

Lin Feng decided that since these reclusive sects were not giving him a way out, why should he be polite? Did he think he was a good person?

Or am I someone who's easy to bully?

He was heading in the direction of the Qinling Mountains, which were closest to this place.

Lin Feng's idea was simple: these people had brought his sister to the Taihang Sword Formation Sect and set a trap for him, so they would definitely mobilize high-level cultivators from other sects to join the encirclement.

So he did the opposite and started by attacking other sects.

You think you can lead me by the nose? Then I'll make sure your sect never has a moment's peace.

Including the grudge against his master, and the hatred he felt for his younger sister Lin Shou this time, he would settle accounts with them all.

Lin Feng had already planned it out. With the broken sword in hand, as long as he attacked them one by one, no high-level cultivator would be his match.

This is a good opportunity to give the broken sword a good meal, which will also benefit myself and improve my cultivation in a short period of time.

Since we're already locked in a life-or-death struggle with these reclusive sects, why not escalate the conflict even further?

Lin Feng abandoned his warhorse, and his speed actually increased.

With the support of his inner energy, he moved with incredible speed, leaving a phantom trail across the fields as he swiftly flew forward.

In just three days and three nights, they arrived at the foot of the Qinling Mountains.

After a night's rest and replenishing with some dry food and water, we set off into the Qinling Mountains in the early morning, full of energy.

The Qinling Mountains cover a vast area, spanning four or five prefectures and stretching for nearly a thousand miles.

Lin Feng asked around as he walked, because he often encountered woodcutters and hunters in this mountain range.

Despite being a reclusive sect, they are not detached from worldly affairs; they still have to interact with ordinary people.

Therefore, it is not difficult to find traces.

In just two or three days, Lin Feng was already standing on a mountain peak in the Qinling Mountains. Before him stood a mountain gate, ancient and weathered, very imposing.

A gate resembling a memorial archway, built of rocks covered with vines, has two large characters carved on a dark brown stone: "Zhongxing" (meaning "Revitalization").

Lin Feng nodded; this must be the Qinling Zhongxing Gate.

I took a deep breath, stepped through the mountain gate, and climbed a stone staircase.

The stone steps wind through the deep mountains, with no end in sight.

When Lin Feng arrived at a platform, he found a young man dressed in a gray cloth robe leaning against the mountain wall, coldly watching him.

The broken sword remained motionless, indicating that this person was not a cultivator, but perhaps an outer disciple who was not yet qualified to enter the inner sect.

Seeing that Lin Feng ignored him, the young man spoke up.

"Halt! This area is off-limits to unauthorized personnel."

Lin Feng ignored him and focused on climbing.

The young man was agile; he leaped up and blocked Lin Feng's path, reaching out his hand.

"Go back."

Lin Feng remained silent and continued walking forward.

The young man got angry and reached out to grab Lin Feng's collar.

But before his hand could even finish, Lin Feng had already waved it away.

With a crisp "smack," the young man was slapped across the face by Lin Feng, his body flying backward and falling from the steps into a clump of weeds and bushes.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at it, and quickly walked up the mountain.

After the young man fell, he remained motionless for a while, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Lin Feng knew in his heart that these outer disciples were not worth killing; he only targeted those hypocritical cultivators.

The journey was neither fast nor slow.

As he approached the middle of the mountain peak, a melodious bell rang out from below.

Lin Feng deduced that this must be the young man he had slapped unconscious, who had woken up and called the police on the mountain.

Since I've already made my move, there's no point in hesitating. Anyone who dares to provoke me time and time again has to bear the severe consequences.

Lin Feng quickened his pace, but did not leap into the air. He was waiting for the other party to gather their disciples, so as not to have to search for them one by one himself.

As the bell rang five or six times, a commotion arose on the mountain, with many voices shouting and yelling, and numerous figures appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

At this moment, Lin Feng also arrived at a mountain platform, where seven or eight Zhongxingmen disciples dressed in gray cloth robes had rushed down from the mountaintop.

Upon seeing Lin Feng ascend the platform, they immediately dispersed, forming a semi-circle around him.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on my Zhongxing Gate! Stop!"

Someone shouted.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but reached out and pulled out the steel knife.

Since things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more; let's see who has the greater ability.

When the Zhongxingmen disciples saw the newcomer draw his sword, they knew that he was not there to cause trouble. There was no use in intimidating him, so they had no choice but to take him down.

The seven or eight people were third-generation disciples of the Zhongxing Sect, and they were all quite skilled. At least each of them could act like a big shot among ordinary people or powerful figures in the secular world after leaving the mountain.

With their proud and arrogant nature, they wouldn't say much to others, and instead leaped into the air, each displaying their unique abilities.