Chapter 145: Chen Yin’s Plan
Northern Region, at the foot of Kunpeng Sect’s mountain.
“Ling’er!”
“Ling’er, Daddy found the medicine!”
Ye Huang burst through the door of a small wooden hut at the foot of a snowy mountain.
But his joyful expression slowly froze.
…The hut was empty.
“What’s going on… Ling’er! Ling’er, where are you?!”
Ye Huang frantically searched the surrounding huts, but his daughter was nowhere to be found.
“Stop looking,” Chen Yin’s voice finally called out.
Chen Yin was crouching beside a haystack, his fingers gently touching two bodies, their blood still warm.
“…Someone beat us to it.” He said slowly, his eyes flickering.
“How could this be…” Luo Luo covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with fear. Qingying frowned. “Was it Shen Li? How did they know we were coming?”
“…No.”
Nan Xiaoxiang leaned down and gently lifted the clothing covering the bodies, revealing the wounds. They were irregular, unlike those made by ordinary weapons.
“They look like sword wounds… but the shape of the blade is unusual.” She said softly.
Chen Yin suddenly remembered something and looked at the strange-looking sword in Ye Huang’s hand, its jagged blade unlike any he had seen before.
Ye Huang’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Three acupoints pierced, but the heart meridians untouched… This is the Kunpeng Sect’s Kunluo Sword Technique.”
“Only a few of my close friends in the Kunpeng Sect knew where I had hidden my daughter.”
Chen Yin’s expression turned cold.
“It seems your sect isn’t as peaceful as you thought.” He said with a hint of sarcasm.
Ye Huang turned to leave, his eyes blazing with fury. “I’m going back to the Kunpeng Sect.”
“What do you think the chances are of you rescuing your daughter by barging in like that?”
Chen Yin’s calm voice stopped him in his tracks.
“The Kunpeng Sect is my sect. I have no quarrel with them. They wouldn’t harm my daughter.” Ye Huang said seriously.
Chen Yin countered, “Then why didn’t they inform you? Why did they kill the mortals who were protecting your daughter?”
Ye Huang didn’t know. He couldn’t answer.
“Wake up.” Chen Yin said slowly, “If your sect is no longer safe, then rushing back there will only alert them.”
“Your daughter might still be safe now, but your actions could put her in danger.”
Ye Huang’s expression flickered, then he suppressed his anxiety and asked in a low voice, “What should I do?”
Chen Yin looked at the bodies of the farming couple lying in the snow, lost in thought.
…If it was Shen Li, then they must have somehow learned of Ye Huang’s betrayal.
Perhaps it was because the black energy hadn’t killed him, alerting the Divine Son.
Of course, it was also possible that it wasn’t Shen Li, but someone within the Kunpeng Sect who had a grudge against Ye Huang.
If it was the former, it meant that Shen Li had infiltrated the Kunpeng Sect. If it was the latter, it was even more dangerous.
Because if it was an act of revenge, then Ling’er’s life was truly in danger.
…But one thing was certain.
Chen Yin closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said,
“Here’s the plan.”
“We’ll split into three groups and infiltrate the Kunpeng Sect…”
Northern Region, Kunlun Mountains, Fuyiao Peak.
Fuyiao Peak was the highest peak in the Kunlun Mountains, and also the highest point in the entire Northern Region.
Even though spiritual energy was scarce in the Northern Region, Fuyiao Peak was blessed with a rich and abundant source, comparable to any other immortal mountain.
But the climate was harsh and unforgiving, and the sect’s disciples were few, even the guards at the gate were scarce.
Amidst the wind and snow, a rugged-looking man with a scruffy beard, his sword in hand, slowly approached the mountain gate.
The guards, initially shocked, quickly bowed respectfully.
“Uncle Ye Huang!”
“I want to see the Sect Master.” Ye Huang glared at them coldly.
The disciples exchanged uneasy glances. “We’ll inform the Sect Master immediately—”
“No need. I’ll go find him myself.”
With that, Ye Huang strode past them and into the sect.
The disciples tried to stop him, but he turned and glared at them, his eyes blazing with fury, and they quickly backed down, their faces pale with fear.
Ye Huang walked straight towards the main hall and kicked open the door.
Inside, a slightly overweight man with white eyebrows and a cheerful smile greeted him.
“Haha, if it isn’t my good disciple, Ye Huang. So you finally decided to visit your old master?”
Ye Huang, who had been radiating a murderous aura, slightly softened his demeanor and bowed respectfully.
“Disciple Ye Huang, greetings, Master.”
This kind-looking, chubby man was the current Sect Master of the Kunpeng Sect, Wang Kurong.
“Come, come, it’s been a while. Let’s have some tea and catch up.”
Wang Kurong waved his hand, and a disciple immediately stepped forward to pour them tea.
Ye Huang didn’t refuse, but his voice was still cold.
“There’s no need for formalities, Master. I have some urgent matters to discuss.”
“Oh? Tell me.”
“My daughter, Ye Ling’er, was staying with a farming family at the foot of the mountain.”
Ye Huang’s voice turned sharp. “But when I went to see her today, she was gone. And the farmers were dead, killed by the Kunpeng Sect’s sword technique!”
“I demand an explanation!”
“What?!” Wang Kurong’s brow furrowed deeply. “How could this be?”
“Could it be that some disciple, jealous of your talent, acted on their own? But no one has left the mountain these past few days.”
Wang Kurong pondered for a moment, then summoned a disciple. “Go and inform Elder Zhangfa immediately. Have him investigate this matter thoroughly!”
“Yes, Sect Master!”
The disciple bowed and quickly left. Wang Kurong turned to Ye Huang, his face filled with righteous indignation. “Don’t worry, my disciple. I will bring you justice!”
Although Ye Huang was still wary, his master’s sincere words left him with no reason to doubt him.
Recalling Chen Yin’s words, he suppressed his anxiety and frustration and sat down to have tea with his master.
Meanwhile, the disciple who had been sent to inform Elder Zhangfa didn’t go to the Elder’s Hall. Instead, he made his way to an inconspicuous disciple’s dormitory at the back of the mountain.
After checking that no one was around, he entered the room, walked to a cabinet, and pressed a hidden button, revealing a secret passage.
Two figures were already waiting there.
“Has Ye Huang arrived?”
“Yes.”
“Prepare for relocation immediately.”
With that, they both entered the passage.
But they didn’t notice the shadow that silently followed them as the door closed.
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