Jiang Feng watched the thin old man warily. His undying body was rapidly healing itself, his broken bones knitting back together one by one. Soon, he felt his internal injuries improve considerably. In another short while at most, he would recover completely.
A blow like that might have severely injured an ordinary professional of the same tier on the spot.
For Jiang Feng, however, it was clearly still within his limits.
As he gradually came to understand the powerful effects of his undying body, Jiang Feng found this constitution increasingly unbeatable.
First, it greatly increased his ability to withstand attacks. At his current level, almost no one of the same tier could break through his defenses.
Second, it granted unparalleled self-healing. Even if someone breached his defenses, he could recover in the shortest possible time. It was fair to say he was practically impossible to kill.
Against Saint Moon, however, Undying Body LV1 was clearly not enough. Jiang Feng was already prepared to flee at any moment.
Of course, he was also betting on another possibility.
This was the Holy City. If Jiang Feng was right, this thin old man should be Sheng Cai'er's great-grandfather, Saint Moon, the master of the Assassin Temple.
He was a bona fide ninth-tier expert, and at this moment, he was unleashing his terrifying ninth-tier aura without restraint to express his fury.
But in the Holy City, which was packed with supreme experts, didn't that make him as conspicuous as a beacon in the night?
They were very close to the Alliance Executive Government, and the Knight Trial Grounds were right next door.
Jiang Feng believed that some mighty expert must have already sensed Saint Moon's aura and would be rushing over.
After all, the current leader of the Temple Alliance was Yang Haohan, a Divine Seal Knight of the Knight Temple. He remained stationed in the Holy City year-round and could essentially perceive everything that happened within it in an instant.
With his Divine Throne, Yang Haohan could descend directly upon any location in the Holy City.
Even if that failed, Yang Haoyu was still lying low somewhere in the Holy City. Jiang Feng refused to believe that his newly acquired master paid no attention whatsoever to whether his disciple lived or died.
Thus, Jiang Feng was not the least bit flustered as he faced that old bastard Saint Moon.
And even if all else failed, Jiang Feng still had his system.
"I'll kill you!" The thin old man flew into a rage. He clearly had not expected Jiang Feng to be able to stand back up, much less speak so insolently.
Sheng Cai'er hurriedly grabbed the thin old man's arm and cried out to stop him, "Great-grandfather, don't!"
The thin old man's overwhelming killing intent condensed into an incredibly sharp black blade of light. It instantly slashed toward Jiang Feng, as though it would cleave him in two.
As the blade closed in, Jiang Feng felt the threat of death. At that very moment, however, a golden pillar of light descended from the sky.
The golden pillar was over thirty meters in diameter. When the black blade cut into it, it dissolved into wisps of black light and vanished without a sound.
Delighted by the sight, Jiang Feng took the opportunity to pass out, shutting down his undying body's self-healing in the process.
"Saint Moon, how dare you!"
Within the golden pillar of light, an enormous throne over thirty meters tall appeared.
Countless gemstones studded its towering backrest, forming the shape of a dazzling shield. Its solid, mellow aura radiated a mountainlike power of deterrence and protection.
At the top of the throne's backrest sat an oval, milky-white gemstone, emanating a vast aura of uprightness and serenity.
An old man in white robes with flowing sleeves sat upon the enormous throne. He had a full, broad forehead, silver hair cascading down his back, and bright, piercing eyes.
"Yang Haohan, if you dare stop me, I'll kill you first." Saint Moon's beard and hair bristled as his razor-sharp killing intent condensed into an enormous saber ten meters long.
"Saint Moon, enough," Yang Haohan said gravely. "As one of the Alliance's vice leaders, how could you attack a junior?"
"He dared to injure my great-granddaughter!" Saint Moon snapped. "He must pay for it."
Seeing Saint Moon behave like this, Yang Haohan grew angry as well. "This is the hotel where the Knight Temple's contestants are staying," he said sternly. "What was your great-granddaughter doing here? You haven't even established the truth, yet you already want to kill him and silence him?"
Saint Moon faltered. Realizing that this was indeed the area where the Knight Temple's contestants stayed, he asked Cai'er, "Cai'er, what were you doing here? Tell your great-grandfather. Was that brat bullying you? If he was, I'll kill him today to avenge you."
Sheng Cai'er said nothing, but Yang Wenzhao hurried over from his hotel room and shouted, "Grandfather, I know what happened!"
"Tell me." Yang Haohan waved his hand, spreading a golden curtain of light that enclosed Yang Wenzhao as well and blocked the view from outside.
"Grandfather, after leaving your place today, I had only just returned to my hotel room when this female assassin attacked me. If Jiang... if my martial uncle hadn't arrived in time, I doubt I would have survived today," Yang Wenzhao explained quickly.
Hearing this, Yang Haohan looked at Yang Wenzhao's disheveled state. He was clearly badly injured. "Saint Moon, is this how you raised your great-granddaughter?" he demanded.
Saint Moon froze. He had never imagined that this was what had happened. He hurriedly asked Sheng Cai'er beside him, "Cai'er, tell me. Is that true?"
"Yes," Sheng Cai'er replied, her lifeless eyes devoid of emotion.
She had never expected things to spiral this far. But the moment she learned that Long Haochen had been severely injured, she had been unable to suppress her fury.
She had also spoken up to stop Saint Moon earlier, but he had not listened.
After explaining, Yang Wenzhao ran over to help Jiang Feng up.
By now, Jiang Feng had deliberately passed out and suppressed his undying body's extraordinary self-healing, so he appeared to be on the verge of death.
Yang Haohan quickly cast a ninth-tier healing spell to stabilize Jiang Feng's injuries.
As an incomparably pure flow of light element gently entered his body, Jiang Feng felt his injuries heal remarkably well.
A long while later, Jiang Feng finally awoke from his unconscious state and looked around weakly.
"Martial Uncle, this is my grandfather," Yang Wenzhao quickly introduced him.
Jiang Feng understood perfectly. Although he had been "unconscious" earlier, he had remained fully aware of everything happening around him. He bowed slightly to Yang Haohan. "Thank you for saving me, Senior."
"You're my elder brother's disciple. From now on, just call me Martial Uncle," Yang Haohan said with a smile.
"Martial Uncle." Jiang Feng immediately changed his form of address.
Saint Moon's eyes widened at Yang Haohan's words. "This brat is your elder brother's disciple?" he exclaimed. "Hasn't he been in seclusion for forty years?"
"Saint Moon, you should know my elder brother's temperament," Yang Haohan said irritably. "Once he learns that you injured his disciple, you had better be ready to face his wrath."
"No, how is that possible?" Saint Moon asked in astonishment.
"Furthermore, what was your Assassin Temple's disciple trying to accomplish by attacking a disciple of my Knight Temple? You owe me an explanation for that as well," Yang Haohan said sternly.
Of the two people injured today, one was his own grandson, and the other was his martial nephew. Had he not been the current leader of the Alliance, obliged to preserve the friendship between the Six Great Temples, he probably would have already struck out to vent his anger.
There was a limit to how far one could push a decent man.
"He injured my great-granddaughter too, so let's call it even," Saint Moon said shamelessly.
"Hmph! You've gone too far. What would have happened to my grandson today if Jiang Feng hadn't arrived in time? And if I hadn't arrived in time, wouldn't you have killed Jiang Feng?"
As a Guardian Knight, Yang Haohan had a steady temperament, but now he was truly furious.
Saint Moon glanced at Jiang Feng and Yang Wenzhao. His lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice to Yang Haohan. "My great-granddaughter is the Assassin Temple's only Reincarnation Saintess in three thousand years with innate spiritual power above ninety. She also inherited the weapon of the former Son of Reincarnation, raising her innate spiritual power from ninety-three to one hundred. That's the legendary maximum! She is destined to challenge the Demon God Emperor. Decide for yourself whether she or those two boys of yours matters more."
"Is this a question of who matters more? Anyone who does wrong should be punished. And innate spiritual power of one hundred is not something to joke about."
Yang Haohan was also utterly astonished by this revelation and found it difficult to believe. Still, he firmly believed that right was right and wrong was wrong.
"How could I possibly lie to you about something like this? This is our Assassin Temple's greatest secret," Saint Moon transmitted. "Brother Yang, I was at fault today. Aside from punishing Cai'er, I'll accept whatever restitution you demand."
At this point, Saint Moon finally realized that he had misunderstood the situation. He therefore humbled himself. For the sake of the friendship the two temples had maintained for thousands of years, he could only grit his teeth and pay a price.
Now, however, Yang Haohan found himself in a difficult position. Attacking a contestant was no minor offense, but how could Saint Moon ever allow Sheng Cai'er to be punished?
Yet that was not even the worst of it. The most serious issue was that the old bastard Saint Moon had attacked Jiang Feng without bothering to find out what had happened.
That was a much bigger problem.
Friction between juniors could be resolved easily enough, but this was a senior bullying a junior. Was he not afraid that Yang Haoyu would come looking for him and give him a taste of the same treatment?
Saint Moon did not know, but Yang Haohan did: his elder brother had made a breakthrough in recent years. He was not only the Knight Temple's strongest expert, capable of overpowering all three Divine Seal Knights, but also the undisputed strongest expert in the Temple Alliance.
This matter would not be easy to resolve. As the Alliance's leader, Yang Haohan had to consider the bigger picture and preserve the unity of the Six Great Temples.
But Yang Haoyu was not the Alliance's leader. Given his temperament, he would demand an explanation even if it soured relations between the Knight Temple and the Assassin Temple.
After all, Yang Haoyu had never taken a personal disciple in all these years. His only nominal disciple was Long Xingyu, now one of the Knight Temple's three Divine Seal Knights.
Furthermore, if Jiang Feng received no satisfactory resolution for what happened today, it would likely leave the boy bitterly disillusioned.
For Yang Haoyu to be willing to accept him as a disciple, Jiang Feng's talent must also be exceptional. In the future, he would become a leading figure of the Knight Temple.
Yang Haohan frowned slightly, struggling to decide how to handle the matter.
Seeing the two men's expressions, Jiang Feng guessed that they must be communicating through voice transmission. As for what they were discussing, Saint Moon had most likely told Yang Haohan about Sheng Cai'er's innate spiritual power.
That old bastard. Jiang Feng cursed inwardly and decided to retreat in order to advance.
After a brief silence, he said in an indescribably dejected tone, "Martial Uncle, let's leave today's matter at that. My injuries haven't fully healed yet. I need to go back and recuperate."
"Feng, you..." Yang Haohan was surprised. He had never expected Jiang Feng to offer them a way out at this crucial moment. After all, the boy had nearly been killed over a misunderstanding.
"Feng, don't worry. Your martial uncle will get you justice."
Feeling guilty, Yang Haohan made that promise, then signaled for Yang Wenzhao to take Jiang Feng back.
Considerate children always tugged at people's hearts. Yang Haohan silently resolved to secure the greatest possible compensation for Jiang Feng.
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