At the most critical moment, Wan Mochou finally returned.
Wan Mochou rushed back as fast as he could after receiving the news from his men in Fierce Yan Sect.
Wanxiang City was breached and his brother Wan Mochou was killed!
Wan Mochou felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
He never thought that the Wild Yan Sect would suffer such a heavy blow.
And all of this was because of Ji Jin —
He planned it all!
"Ji Jin!!" Wan Mochou's eyes were red.
Standing in front of the thousand elites of Fierce Yan School, he had the power of ten thousand men.
Wan Mochou was furious!
"Clan Leader Wan seems to be seriously injured." Ji Jin's eyes lit up. He could feel that Wan Mochou's aura was different.
Disregarding the aura, just the wounds on Wan Mochou's body and the 'miserable appearance' of her tattered clothes were enough. However, Ji Jin didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt deeply worried. There was only one person who could injure Wan Mochou like this!
The Grand Elder.
However, he was afraid that the odds were against him.
"You're not much better." Wan Mochou's voice was cold.
The senses between experts were very clear. Nothing could be hidden from each other.
"It's all thanks to your brother." Ji Jin smiled faintly, but his words were a blow to Wan Mochou.
"Hmph, it's all thanks to your disciple," Wan Mochou replied coldly.
Ji Jin was stunned. He was a little confused.
Thanks to his disciple?
Wan Mochou's injuries were caused by Ling 'er … No, Zhu Ling wasn't that strong.
Then …???
"Wow!" Ji Jin's eyes lit up.
He said in disbelief, "Lin Feng is dead?"
"Hahaha!" Wan Mochou's eyes flashed. His face was as ferocious as a demon. "You're next, Ji Jin!"
His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Ji Jin's eyes were filled with extreme anger.
Clenching his fists, Ji Jin suppressed his anger. No matter what, he had to stay calm.
Because he had a sect on his shoulders!
"Then let's try. I'm afraid I'll die today …"
"It'll be you!"
Whoosh! His sword was like a shooting star. Starlight blossomed as Ji Jin rushed out.
"Humph, don't be so quick with your words. I, Wan Mochou, have never had the word 'fear' in my dictionary!" Wan Mochou's eyes were fierce as a strong astral force was emitted from his body.
The two strongest people in the Yanling Mansion were like two rays of sharp light that clashed together in an instant.
A battle of the pinnacle!
…
In a mountain range that stretched for a hundred thousand miles.
Amidst the thistles and thorns, a young man covered in blood was lying there weakly.
The thorns beneath him had long been crushed into powder.
Even if he didn't use any of his power, even if he was unconscious, Lin Feng was still a Level 10 Starsea State War God. Just the strength of his body alone was already shocking. No matter how sharp the thorns were, they couldn't pierce through his body. It was like steel crushing thin needles.
In fact, Lin Feng's body was far stronger than steel.
His body was slowly recovering.
But this time, Lin Feng's injuries were too serious.
In fact, if it weren't for the protection of the Ancient Divine Beast Lei Xiao's power, that magnetic explosion would have killed him.
In such a miserable situation, Lin Feng had even performed the Wind Escape Technique. It could be said that his injuries had worsened.
Especially his right leg, the injury was extremely tragic.
It was fragmented!
Falling into a deep coma was a form of self-protection.
With his strong willpower, Lin Feng gritted his teeth and endured until here before finally fainting. The power of his human soul was almost exhausted. Fortunately, he had the life spirit to support his body. Although he was weak now, Lin Feng had the blood of the phoenix flowing in his body after all. He had the strongest body in the entire Yanling Mansion.
Like a phoenix, as long as he didn't die, he could be reborn from the fire!
But this time, it would probably take a very long time.
Because Lin Feng's injuries were too serious.
If it were an ordinary person, dying dozens of times wouldn't be enough.
…
…
Yanling Wonderland.
At this moment, every martial artist of the Yanling Mansion had a solemn and panicked expression on their faces.
Their anxious and uneasy expressions were as if a great disaster was about to arrive.
"How is the Patriarch's injury?" An old man with white hair and a beard asked.
Behind him, several elders revealed worried expressions. Their expressions were rather nervous. They looked at Elder Wan Mang, who walked down from the secret room with an extremely solemn expression. Compared to the other old men, Elder Wan Mang was undoubtedly much younger. In fact, he was much stronger.
"It's not optimistic," Wan Mang said with a frown.
That expression made the hearts of the old men tighten.
"According to the Patriarch, he has been injured consecutively this time, especially the second battle, which is the most troublesome," Wan Mang said seriously.
"He needs half a year to a year to fully recover."
Half a year?
Less than a year!
The old men sucked in a breath of air.
This injury was far too severe!!
"It's not easy," the White Beard old man in the lead said with a frown.
"Yes, it's a critical period now. How can we do without a leader?" a hunchbacked old man behind him said nervously.
Wan Mang shook his head. "Grand Elders, there's no need to worry. Fierce Yan Sect has also suffered great losses." After pausing for a moment, Wan Mang's eyes burned. "The battle between Ji Jin and the Patriarch ended in a situation where both sides suffered great losses. According to the Patriarch, Ji Jin's injuries are probably more serious."
The old men heaved a sigh of relief when they heard this.
"Pass down the Patriarch's decree. Grand Elders, listen up!" Wan Mang's eyes darkened, and a file appeared in his hand.
"I'm here." All the old men bowed to show their respect.
The file in Wan Mang's hand opened with a whoosh, and he read seriously, "From today onwards, the Grand Elders will temporarily take over the clan's affairs, pacify the people, and rebuild Wanxiang City. Elder Wan Mang will lead the Thirteenth Elder to prepare for war. The Grand Elders must do their best to cooperate. Half a year later, I will come out of seclusion and directly attack Fierce Yan Sect! "
His voice was sonorous and firm, as if he was looking down on the world with incomparable pride.
"The Grand Elders' decree," all the old men replied in unison.
…
Fierce Yan Sect, Fierce Yan Treasure Hall.
The six of them gathered in one place, their expressions solemn and grave.
Ji Jin, Ji Rushan, Zhu Ling, Third Elder, Ji Xiu, and Sima Xi.
"I won't die." Ji Jin smiled weakly. "However, my meridians are all broken, and I can no longer move. I'm like a cripple. It's funny how Wan Mochou can't see that I'm strong on the outside but weak on the inside. If he was even more ruthless, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive right now. "
"Haha!" Ji Jin laughed loudly, but it affected his injuries. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!" "Sect Master!" Everyone was nervous and worried, and panic appeared on their faces.
Ji Jin was the soul of Fierce Yan Sect. If something happened to him, Fierce Yan Sect would definitely fall into chaos.
"Don't worry, I can still hold on for a while." Ji Jin raised his hand and looked straight at Ji Rushan. "Rushan, I've been grooming you as my successor for many years. Now, it's time for you to take over the entire sect." His gaze shifted to Zhu Ling, and he said weakly, "Ling 'er, assist Eldest Senior Brother well."
"Yes, Master." Ji Rushan did not decline, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.
He had long been prepared to shoulder this burden, because he was the first in line to inherit the sect master position!
"Rushan is steady and dependable, Ling 'er is smart and attentive. With you two looking after Fierce Yan Sect, it won't be any worse than when I was in charge," Ji Jin said weakly. However, he was quite satisfied with these two disciples. They were responsible, responsible, and had their own strengths.
Although he had the fewest disciples, each one of them was a dragon or phoenix among men!
"We won't let Master's teachings down." Ji Rushan and Zhu Ling cupped their hands and said seriously.
"Third Elder," Ji Jin said softly.
"What are your orders, Sect Master?" Third Elder's expression was solemn.
"Wan Mochou is a vengeful person. The Ten Thousand Goose Feather Tribe is ambitious. Since they have shed all pretense of cordiality, they will definitely launch a large-scale attack within a year." Ji Jin's eyes shone brightly. "Prepare the sect's scriptures and choose disciples with outstanding talents. Prepare a path of retreat for Fierce Yan Sect."
Third Elder bit his lip. "Yes, Sect Master."
Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew that the current Fierce Yan Sect was no match for the Ten Thousand Goose Feather Tribe.
Preparing a path of retreat in advance, just in case, was indeed the right way.
"Guardian Sima," Ji Jin said softly.
"What are your orders, Sect Master?" Sima Xi's expression was solemn.
Ji Jin nodded slightly. "You have the most friends in Fierce Yan Sect. You have contact with all the forces in Fierce Yan Sect. Spread the news of the Ten Thousand Goose Feather Tribe's defeat for me! Spread the news of Wan Mochou's serious injury, Wan Moyou's death, and so on. You must make the other forces restless! "
"Yes, Sect Master." Sima Xi nodded. "I know what to do."
Restrain, seize the opportunity!
Ji Jin's goal was very clear. He wanted to use the other forces to 'make things difficult' for the Ten Thousand Goose Feather Tribe.
As long as there were restless forces, as long as there were ambitious existences, they would be the best helpers for Fierce Yan Sect!
They could not only exhaust the Ten Thousand Goose Feather Tribe's strength, but they could also stall for time, giving Fierce Yan Sect more time to breathe. It was a plan to kill two birds with one stone.
"Lastly, Ji Xiu." Ji Jin's eyes sparkled as he looked at the thin and weak youth. He sighed softly.
"Child, change 'Ji' to 'Ji'. I understand your intentions," Ji Jin said softly. Ji Jin said softly, "Your father has indeed let your mother down, but no matter what, the blood that flows in your veins is still our Ji Clan's blood. It was our Fierce Yan Sect who raised you into a talent. This is an undeniable fact."
"I understand, Sect Master," Ji Xiu said.
Although he hated his father, Ji Xiu had always respected Sect Master Ji Jin.
"Good." Ji Jin nodded. "Your talent is better than Ling 'er's. I always thought that you were the most promising one among the younger disciples to reach the Star Lord level, until …" Ji Jin's voice suddenly stopped. He did not continue, but Ji Xiu and the others knew what Ji Jin wanted to say.
Until Lin Feng appeared!
However, Lin Feng's fate was unknown.
They could not place their hopes on such uncertain factors.
"What Fierce Yan Sect needs the most now is a stabilizing force."
"A martial artist with extremely powerful strength!"
"And that person is you."
Ji Jin looked at Ji Xiu seriously.
"What do you want me to do, Sect Master?" Ji Xiu's expression did not change.
"Cultivate! Enter Fierce Yan Palace. I will ask the Third Elder to assist you. " Ji Jin looked at the Third Elder and nodded. "Use the best resources and cultivation environment of Fierce Yan Sect to improve your strength. Try your best to improve your strength in less than a year!"
The pressure was very heavy.
It was also a difficult path to walk.
Ji Xiu thought of the battle with Lin Feng in his mind, and his eyes lit up.
"I will not disappoint you." Ji Xiu cupped his hands.
…
(Second Update ~ ~)
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