Beep, beep, beep.
Watching the chat group system icon flash like mad, Chen Feng immediately felt alarm bells ringing. Although he had no idea what those five traitors were doing in the group, he could be certain they were up to no good.
They're probably either spreading cognitive contamination or uploading virus files.
If I weren't the only one who could use the system, I'd really like Jia Xu to check the chat logs for me.
Chen Feng cautiously opened the chat group.
The first to speak was still the Demon Venerable, but this time, instead of a greeting, he opened with a bombshell.
Flesh First Saint Demon Venerable: "Invincible beneath heaven is not the true way; foes beyond heaven are the heart of this art. The mantis hunts the cicada upon the busy branch, while an oriole waits unseen behind!"
That poem sounded awfully familiar.
Wasn't this the Heaven-Beyond Enemy Art Mu Hao had comprehended back then?
Chen Feng's eyelid twitched. He thought that if he were still practicing the Heaven-Sent Enemy Art, reading those words would probably have thrown his true qi into chaos, unsettled his mind, and plagued him with bad luck.
Under those circumstances, forget advancing his cultivation—even avoiding cultivation deviation would have been too much to hope for.
Sure enough, that old bastard Demon Venerable is no good.
In a flash, Chen Feng figured out the whole story.
When the First Saint Demon Venerable had taught him the art, he had secretly left himself a way to exploit it. As long as they remained friends, everything would be fine. But if Chen Feng ever turned against him, he could recite the Heaven-Beyond Enemy Art and confiscate all of Chen Feng's cultivation.
Damn, he even screws over people from his own hometown.
*That's the First Saint