"We haven't heard from you in three hundred years. It's been rumored that you've died. Although the rumors aren't true, you seem to have suffered a Dao injury."
Yuan Zhen narrowed his eyes and looked at King Zhan Peng.
Dao injuries were left in the body by the Way of the Heavens.
Once a cultivator suffered a Dao injury, it was difficult to heal them.
It was said that even immortal medicines couldn't heal Dao injuries.
They could only find the source of the Great Path to heal them.
"You're right, Taoist friend." King Zhan Peng nodded.
The four strong cultivators couldn't help but gasp.
It was said that people with Dao injuries had less than ten years of lifespan.
King Zhan Peng had disappeared three hundred years ago. It was very likely that he had suffered a Dao injury then.
How powerful must his cultivation be to be able to suppress his Dao injury for three hundred years without dying?
If it wasn't for his Dao injury, King Zhan Peng's cultivation level would be unfathomable.
However, King Zhan Peng's Dao injury made Xiang Hongtu, Yuan Zhen, and Chu Dongchen heave a sigh of relief.
If King Zhan Peng didn't have a Dao injury, they wouldn't be able to defeat him even if they worked together.
But now, King Zhan Peng had a Dao injury, so he wasn't a threat anymore.
Xiang Hongtu smiled and said, "Today, we didn't know each other until we fought. King Zhan Peng, please come in. Let's talk inside."
King Zhan Peng nodded and entered the main hall.
At that moment, Xiang Hongtu said, "You can all go out and wait in the side hall."
This was a discussion between the five leaders. Obviously, the others didn't have the right to stay.
The Mo family members invited everyone into the side hall to rest.
Yuan Zhen had brought two young Taoists with him. One of them was fat with a fierce face and yellow eyes. If it wasn't for his Taoist robe, he wouldn't have looked like a Taoist priest.
The other one was small and skinny with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Chu Dongchen was accompanied by a young man called Chu Jian. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old and was the leader of the Chu family's younger generation.
Xiang Zijie, the two young Taoists, and Chu Jian gathered together and talked in low voices.
Lin Feng and the Golden-Winged King Zhan Peng's nephew sat on the other side.
"I'm Lin Feng. How should I address you?" Lin Feng cupped his fists.
When the Golden-Winged Roc King saw the young cultivator who had spoken up for him and his nephew at the Dragon Tomb Inn, the Golden-Winged Roc King smiled. He clasped his fists and said, "I'm Jin Shengyuan. Thank you, Brother Lin, for speaking up for us yesterday."
Lin Feng replied, "Brother Jin, you're too polite. I just can't stand the Mo Family's domineering attitude."
At that moment, Mo Yu led a few maids into the main hall. He bowed and said, "Gentlemen, this is a special product of Xue Yu. It's refreshing and refreshing. Please have a taste."
Lin Feng took a sip of the snow tea and felt a refreshing feeling sweep through his body. Snow tea, which was produced in a world of ice and snow, naturally had some extraordinary aspects.
"Young Master Jin, I've offended you before. Please don't lower yourself to my level." Mo Yu walked over and apologized cautiously.
Now that he knew the identity of the Golden-Winged Great Roc King's uncle and nephew, he was almost scared out of his wits.
Now that he had come to apologize, he wanted to make amends.
"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you." Said Jin Shengyuan coldly.
"Thank you for your generosity, Young Master Jin." Mo Yu bowed hastily and left.
Lin Feng said, "There's no lack of people like that in aristocratic families, there's no lack of people who rely on their master's power to intimidate others."
Jin Shengyuan said, "That's true. In my opinion, dealing with people like that will only dirty my hands."
Jin Shengyuan was the Golden-Winged Great Roc King's nephew. Even though he wasn't even twenty years old and was a few years younger than Lin Feng, he had been with the Golden-Winged Great Roc King for many years.
Jin Shengyuan had his own pride.
"It seems like Xiang Hongtu, Yuan Zhen, and Chu Dongchen will join hands. I wonder if Granny will join hands with the Golden-Winged Great Roc King."
Lin Feng glanced at Xiang Zijie and the others and frowned.
"Sigh …" sighed Jin Shengyuan.
Jin Shengyuan sighed. His face was full of worry. He was obviously worried about his uncle.
"Master, you've been injured for many years, right? Haven't you found a way to heal it? " Asked Lin Feng.
"The Great Path is incomplete, so it's difficult to heal. My uncle heard that the Snow Flood Dragon occupied a mysterious cave, and that there was the source of the Great Path in that cave, so he came here. Now, my uncle's injuries are getting worse. I hope we can find the source of the Great Path and heal him. I'm worried that if we delay any longer, my uncle's body won't be able to handle his injuries."
Said Jin Shengyuan worriedly.
If it had been someone else, they would have died within ten years.
But the Golden-Winged Great Roc King had endured for three hundred years.
Even the Golden-Winged Great Roc King couldn't hold on any longer.
"Don't worry, we'll definitely find the source of the Great Path and heal your injuries." Said Lin Feng.
"Hehe, even if we can find the source of the Great Path, it's hard to say who will get it. Besides, it's a waste for a sick person to use it."
Said a strange voice at that moment.
Xiang Zijie pursed his lips and looked at Lin Feng and Jin Shengyuan disdainfully.
Xiang Zijie had seen how the Golden-Winged Great Roc King had forced the ancestor of the Xiang Clan to retreat even though he was heavily injured. Now that he heard Lin Feng and Jin Shengyuan talking about the Golden-Winged Great Roc King's injuries, he couldn't help but mock them.
"Xiang Zijie, who are you calling a sick person?"
Asked Jin Shengyuan, standing up. His eyes were cold as he circulated his beast qi. He was on the verge of going crazy.
"Who's the sick person? Everyone knows."
Xiang Zijie sneered.
"You're courting death!" Shouted Jin Shengyuan furiously. He wanted to attack, but Lin Feng stopped him.
"Brother Lin, don't stop me," said Jin Shengyuan through gritted teeth. His eyes were burning with fury.
Lin Feng said, "Brother Jin, have you heard of a saying?"
Jin Shengyuan looked at Lin Feng suspiciously and asked, "What saying?"
"If a dog bites a man, a man can't bite a dog back." Lin Feng smiled.
Everyone was stunned.
Jin Shengyuan laughed, "That's right. If a man is bitten by a dog, if he bites back, he'll become a dog too."
"Brat, how dare you call me a dog?"
Xiang Zijie came back to his senses. He knew that Lin Feng was mocking him. His eyes were cold and filled with killing intent.
"Did I insult you? I'm insulting a dog, and a shameless one at that. "
Lin Feng smiled icily. "That dog's Elder fought against a cultivator who was injured and was forced to retreat. That dog had the audacity to act arrogantly and make fun of that cultivator who was injured. He's a young man and he dares to make fun of a strong cultivator. He doesn't even know the basic rules and etiquette. I don't know how his clan raised such a dog. He's a disgrace to his clan."
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