The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Just then, Ling Feng saw Quan Guanqing being escorted to a nearby temple, and he thought to himself:

"It seems it's time for this person to be tried."

Mentioning Quan Guanqing, Ling Feng couldn't help but frown, feeling a sense of disgust.

Perhaps influenced by preconceived notions, Ling Feng found it difficult to develop a liking for him.

The reason for this was twofold: firstly, Ling Feng was indignant that he had framed Qiao Feng;

Secondly, his unscrupulous methods to achieve his goals made Ling Feng despise him even more.

Previously, Ling Feng was reluctant to take any action due to the presence of many people, but now that Quan Guanqing has been interrogated alone, Ling Feng felt that it would be unreasonable not to take some measures.

Thinking of this, a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

Before long, Quan Guanqing was brought into the temple.

At the same time, Helian Tieshu led a large group of Yipintang masters to meet Qiao Feng in battle.

Among them was Li Yanzong, whom Murong Fu was impersonating.

After all, with his current strength in the First-Class Hall, he can be considered one of the top experts. Helian Tieshu would naturally not miss the opportunity to bring such a strong ally into battle.

After they left, Ling Feng began to take action.

He knew that although the remaining men were skilled soldiers, they were only comparable to ordinary people. If he unleashed his true strength, they would be no threat at all.

So, Ling Feng used a simple trick to successfully divert their attention.

Once the attention of these people was diverted, Ling Feng quietly sneaked into the temple where Quan Guanqing was being interrogated.

His movements were light and agile, like a ghost, without making a sound.

The whole process went exceptionally smoothly, and no one noticed his infiltration.

This is not only due to the wonder of the Lingbo Weibu, a peerless lightness skill, but also because these people were just ordinary soldiers who lacked keen insight and vigilance.

After Ling Feng entered the temple, he found that there were three other people besides Quan Guanqing.

At this moment, the three men were preparing to interrogate Quan Guanqing.

Clearly, their interrogation methods were anything but gentle. Quan Guanqing was tightly bound to a thick pillar, and a soldier stood in front of him, seemingly asking him something.

Ling Feng's intrusion drew everyone's attention. They all stared in surprise at this uninvited guest, momentarily forgetting to utter a sound.

While they were stunned, Ling Feng did not freeze.

He entered the room, and after assessing the situation, he swiftly moved to approach the three Western Xia army experts, subduing them with ease.

The entire process took Ling Feng only a moment, so much so that the three of them were unable to make a sound until they were subdued by Ling Feng.

Of course, Ling Feng did not forget Quan Guanqing, who was tied up.

He also pressed Quan Guanqing's acupoint to silence him, ensuring that he could not make any sound.

In fact, Ling Feng did take a certain risk by choosing to infiltrate this place first.

If he were to accidentally expose his presence along the way, these people might use the trapped Beggar Clan elder to blackmail him.

However, Ling Feng would naturally not succumb to such a threat.

After dealing with the few subdued Western Xia army experts, Ling Feng turned around, a half-smile on his face, and stared at Quan Guanqing, who was tied to the pillar.

When Quan Guanqing saw that it was Ling Feng who had come in, a surge of hope welled up in his heart. He thought that Ling Feng had come to rescue him on purpose, so he quickly made "woo, woo" sounds, as if he wanted to tell Ling Feng something.

However, Ling Feng had no intention of wasting words with him at this moment.

He came here first not out of kindness to save him, but to get rid of this guy he didn't like before rescuing the others.

However, Ling Feng naturally wouldn't waste resources before taking action.

After all, even enemies have their uses.

He decided to first absorb all of Quan Guanqing's internal energy to enhance his own strength.

Although Quan Guanqing was only at the mid-stage of the first-rate realm, he had accumulated several decades of internal energy within him.

After Ling Feng used his skills to absorb the energy to the fullest extent, he only managed to gain a little over ten years' worth of internal strength after some losses.

Although this amount of internal energy was just a drop in the ocean for Ling Feng, it was enough to slightly advance his peak innate internal energy level.

Unfortunately, this did not allow him to break through to the Grandmaster level in one fell swoop.

However, Ling Feng already felt that he was very close to reaching the Grandmaster realm.

He had a strong premonition that if he absorbed internal energy for another ten years, he would be able to break through the bottleneck and enter the realm of a grandmaster.

After Quan Guanqing's internal energy was completely absorbed, he seemed to age by more than ten years in an instant.

His face, which was originally in his forties, now looked extremely haggard, like that of a man in his sixties or seventies.

At this moment, Ling Feng finally had some free time to chat with him for a few minutes.

Of course, Ling Feng only intended to speak unilaterally, letting the dying man listen—after all, his mute acupoints were still sealed, preventing him from responding with even a single word.

"Quan Guanqing, do you know why I treat you this way?"

Ling Feng's voice was cold with a hint of mockery.

Despite being unable to speak, Quan Guanqing still shook his head desperately after hearing Ling Feng's question.

Clearly, even now, he was still puzzled by Ling Feng's actions.

Ling Feng thought to himself, since the other party is already a dead man, he might as well let him die knowing why.

Then he continued:

"Actually, there's no particular reason; it's just that I don't like the look of you."

"Furthermore, you are a dishonest and ambitious person who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals."

"What's even more despicable is that you actually framed my elder brother! All of the above are reasons why I had to kill you. Now you can die knowing the truth."

Upon hearing this, Quan Guanqing shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum. Although Ling Feng didn't know what he was trying to say, he didn't care and instantly dealt with him.

After dealing with Guan Qing completely, Ling Feng began preparing to implement his rescue plan.

Fortunately, the temple he was in was not far from the main hall next to it, at most only twenty or thirty meters away.

Ling Feng was quite confident that he could pass through such a short distance in a flash, but he knew nothing about the situation there, nor how many people were inside the hall, so he dared not make any rash moves.

If only I had learned the art of disguise from A'Zhu back then. If I were proficient in this art now, this matter could have been easily resolved.

Thinking of the art of disguise, Ling Feng turned to look at the three corpses of Western Xia soldiers lying on the ground, and an idea immediately came to mind.

Before long, Ling Feng quickly changed into the uniform of a Western Xia soldier and carefully tidied his appearance.

After such a disguise, unless one observes carefully, it is unlikely that anyone would notice that Ling Feng is not a real Western Xia person.

Of course, he couldn't reach A'Zhu's level of realism, after all, A'Zhu's disguise skills were practically a bug in the world of Tianlong.

Once everything was ready, Ling Feng gently pushed open the door, strolled out, and then walked unabashedly toward the main hall next door.

His steps were steady and confident, as if he were extremely familiar with the environment.

The skilled soldiers of the Western Xia army on guard duty glanced at Ling Feng as he walked out, then turned their attention back to their duties.

After all, no one who comes out of there would ever guess that they are not their own companions.