Wang Ye

Chapter 269: Wang Ye

After the first round of preliminary matches, the finalists gradually began to emerge.

Lin Feng did not care about that. Whoever came, it would all be the same.

What irritated him now were the old men in front of him.

After Wang Ai had been knocked unconscious by him, Lin Feng and Feng Baobao had not gone far after the match before the Old Celestial Master begged them to come here.

And then?

The Old Celestial Master was now off to the side drinking tea and playing chess with Tian Jinzhong, completely washing his hands of the matter.

Both men knew just how terrifying Lin Feng was. Against someone like him, even a nuclear bomb might not be enough to kill him.

All they prayed for was that if a fight broke out later, Celestial Master Mansion would not be destroyed.

"Little brother! Wasn't your move today far too vicious? Crippling someone's cultivation is a major taboo in the martial world!!!"

Lu Jin, the most straightforward-tempered among them, complained.

He was not some righteous hero, but he still could not stand the practice of crippling someone's cultivation.

Thus, in his eyes, Lin Feng's actions were just as detestable as Zensei's.

"Besides, I heard that you intend to reclaim the Eight Wonders. I am the inheritor of the Heaven Communicating Talisman Art, one of the Eight Wonders. Come on, then. Let me see how you plan to reclaim it!"

Lu Jin spread his arms. Though he appeared to have lowered all his guard, he had actually raised his vigilance to its utmost, constantly wary of Lin Feng.

Bang!!!

At that moment, Zhang Zhiwei, who had remained silent while playing chess with his junior brother Tian Jinzhong, instantly flashed in front of Lu Jin and kicked him unconscious.

"Brother Lin, this old fellow's muddled. Don't hold it against him. If you reclaim the Eight Wonders here, only us old men will see it, and word of your might won't spread. How about this? In a couple of days, once you take second place, you can take Old Lu's Heaven Communicating Talisman Art right before everyone's eyes. That'll truly show off your ability, won't it?"

Zhang Zhiwei abandoned his usual approachable Celestial Master bearing and made the suggestion to Lin Feng with great humor.

Lin Feng understood what he was thinking. Zhang Zhiwei was afraid that after Lu Jin's Tongtian Lu was reclaimed, his strength would plummet.

And everyone present was suspicious by nature. Who knew when they might choose a day to ambush Lu Jin?

When that happened, Lu Jin likely would not have long to live.

With that thought, Lin Feng's mind stirred. He looked into Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, where a pleading expression flickered repeatedly in those aged eyes.

It made Lin Feng turn away instinctively. "Then I'll reclaim it in the arena."

With that, he ignored the feelings of the other old men and simply walked out.

Just as Lin Feng reached the door, a calm voice laced with madness rang out. "Wait!!"

Zhang Zhiwei had just breathed a sigh of relief and was preparing to help Lu Jin up when he heard that voice again.

His face nearly went a shade paler in fright.

Without hesitation, Zhang Zhiwei scooped up Lu Jin and dashed behind Tian Jinzhong.

He carried Lu Jin over one shoulder while gripping Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair with one hand, then shot past Lin Feng in a blur.

That speed was even faster than the lightness techniques of ordinary metahumans.

"Brother Lin, I have urgent business to attend to. These gentlemen are all senior figures, so be careful."

Only then did Zhang Zhiwei's voice drift back slowly from afar.

The Ten Elders stared in shock at Zhang Zhiwei's fleeing back, each of them struggling to process what had just happened.

"Do you need something?"

Lin Feng stopped and looked at the person blocking his way.

This old man looked rather fierce. A scar ran from his forehead through one eye, lying across his face like a blade mark.

The only eye he had exposed was filled with murderous ferocity. One look was enough to tell anyone that he was not someone to provoke.

Lu Ci coldly scrutinized Lin Feng and slowly said, "You broke the rules and intend to leave just like that? Isn't that inappropriate?"

"Oh, right. You're also an inheritor of Spirit Summoning. It seems you haven't gone to see your son yet. Good thing Zhiwei didn't take you away."

Lin Feng turned his face slightly, giving Lu Ci only a glance before shifting his gaze to Feng Zhenghao behind him.

He raised a hand and flicked it toward Lu Ci.

Before Lu Ci could react in his moment of surprise, he felt a powerful psychic force send him flying.

Bang!

Lu Ci crashed into a brown wooden table to the side and immediately lost consciousness.

Then Feng Zhenghao felt his body fly uncontrollably before Lin Feng.

Afterward, the memories of Spirit Summoning in his mind and all the power in his body began to dissipate.

Oily black smoke, identical to that in the arena, rose up. Within seconds, Feng Tianyang's Spirit Summoning technique had turned into a mass of pure power.

No one was left to witness this scene as it unfolded once again.

Wang Ai had yet to wake up, Lu Jin was unconscious, Lu Ci had been knocked out in one move, and Feng Zhenghao, the only one still standing, had now lost Spirit Summoning, the foundation his family relied on most.

Thud!!!

After a brief period of pain, Feng Zhenghao realized in anguish that he truly could no longer use Spirit Summoning.

He could not even recall the memories of Spirit Summoning. He only knew that he had once possessed such a technique, but he completely could not remember how to cultivate it.

"Who... are you really?!"

Having lost the weapon he had always relied upon, Feng Zhenghao was utterly grief-stricken.

Yet he still forcefully suppressed that pain as he asked in confusion.

"The true owner of the Eight Wonders."

Lin Feng looked at the black smoke gathering in the air and flicked a finger. The smoke vanished as though scattered by the wind.

"Your cultivation is still intact. Polish it up a little, and you'll still have a place among those so-called Ten Elders."

After doing all this, Lin Feng turned and left, leaving Feng Zhenghao with a back he hated beyond measure.

The next day.

The preliminary rounds had begun to yield clear results, and thirty-two people had reached the finals.

The finals were no longer four-person contests.

Instead, they were one-on-one matches. The winner advanced to the next round.

This time, the drawing of lots was handled by the Old Celestial Master.

None of the other Ten Elders or old-guard figures were present. Only Lu Jin had no choice but to come because he needed to teach the Heaven Communicating Talisman Art to the victor.

Everyone else had disappeared. Even Feng Zhenghao had taken his children and returned early.

Lin Feng walked up to the Old Celestial Master and gave him a slight smile before drawing a slip of paper from the box before him.

After opening it and taking a look, his gaze fell upon Wang Ye, the Taoist from Wudang Mountain.

Wang Ye, waiting in the back, shivered for no reason. He shook himself, looked around uneasily, and then rubbed his arms.

"This feeling of unease... something's wrong."

Wang Ye muttered to himself as he watched Lin Feng draw lots, secretly thinking to himself.

He had not watched Lin Feng's matches, but he had heard from others that this man claimed he would reclaim the Eight Wonders and had already taken the Feng family's Spirit Summoning.

Judging from the fact that the entire Feng family was absent today, it was probably true.

"Lin Feng versus! Wang Ye of Wudang!!!"

The Old Celestial Master took the slip Lin Feng handed him and shouted loudly.

Wang Ye jolted all over. He had not expected to truly be matched against the man who claimed he would reclaim the Eight Wonders.

What should he do? Should he reveal his Feng Hou Qimen?