One Finger

"Sect Master, wonderful—you're actually alive!"

"Sect Master, Ge Jiujiu was the one who coerced us. That was why we yielded and obeyed."

"Sect Master, is there any other way to open the Water Dungeon? Minglang, our children, and the direct disciples are all still trapped inside."

The people surrounding Feng Yuan were all elders of Demonic Ape Mountain. Hearing their anxious, unsettled words, Feng Yuan understood why these brothers who had once fought alongside him through life and death had been so easily controlled by Ge Jiujiu.

After leading several trusted men to QuFu Mountain that day and news spreading that he had been trapped within an array, his fate unknown, Ge Jiujiu, who had remained behind in the sect, could no longer wait to begin plotting his usurpation. He first gathered the sect's main fighting force under the pretext of discussing how to rescue Feng Yuan, while secretly laying traps such as tendon-weakening and spirit-dispersing agents. Having successfully subdued everyone who could threaten him, he then sent people to lock up all those closest to them in the dungeon.

Only then had he completely brought these people under control, making them obediently regard him as their leader and allowing him to seize Demonic Ape Mountain without spilling a drop of blood.

Lu Feng had initially thought that this trip would inevitably require some stretching of his muscles, especially after even the signal fireworks had been released. Yet he had not expected Feng Yuan to reclaim Demonic Ape Mountain so easily.

This could not help but make him take an interest in Ge Jiujiu. Such keen perception was not something an ordinary soulmaster could possess.

By reason, Ge Jiujiu could not possibly abandon a position he had schemed so painstakingly to usurp merely because of Feng Yuan—especially a severely injured