Chapter 259 - 245: Hold On—!!
The moment Lin Qingfeng was out of the coffin, he flicked his wrist, and the Fate-Seeking Silk looped around Dong Changsheng’s neck yanked taut.
WHOOSH! An immense force dragged Dong Changsheng over from a distance, and he fell helplessly before Lin Qingfeng.
He stared at the scorched earth, his body still trembling uncontrollably, but a stubborn light shone in his eyes as he searched all around.
It seemed he wanted to find some trace of the Sect Leader, Xuanyuan—a drop of blood or a speck of ash—amidst the ruins.
Lin Qingfeng watched him, his mind racing, scheming.
’How can I make this guy feel eternally indebted to the Celestial Furnace Sect?’
’I’ve got it! I’ll just borrow that old bastard’s lines from the Celestial Furnace Sect!’
With the script worked out in his head, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and brought it down in a solid slap across Dong Changsheng’s face!
SLAP! The blow left Dong Changsheng completely stunned. "I saw through you long ago! You’re a spy sent to my sect by that old Daoist, Xuanyuan!"
Dong Changsheng: ??? ’Eldest Brother saw through me?!’
Lin Qingfeng’s voice and expression were severe as he delivered another backhanded slap!
SLAP!
"Speak! What exactly is your conspiracy?!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The series of crisp slaps made Dong Changsheng see stars.
As Lin Qingfeng slapped him, he berated him with a look of utter heartbreak and fury. "That Xuanyuan! Just to save you, he actually brought in an elder from the Celestial Furnace Sect, intending to wipe out my entire Guixi Sect!"
"He even slandered our sect, twisting the truth! How detestable!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Dong Changsheng’s head was spinning from the blows, but Lin Qingfeng’s words detonated in his muddled mind.
’Was it... Was it to save me that the Sect Leader sought out an elder from the Celestial Furnace Sect? But... I... I only saw the Sect Leader for one last moment...’
His heart was filled with unbearable grief.
’But something about this doesn’t seem right...’
Lin Qingfeng saw the gears turning rapidly in his eyes and knew the time wasn’t yet ripe. He had to interrupt his train of thought and force-feed him his own script!
And so, he unleashed another barrage of SLAP-SLAP-SLAPs.
"The elder from the Celestial Furnace Sect heard your master’s recommendation and believes you are a heaven-sent genius! He wants to personally take you in as a disciple! His attack on us just now was all to rescue you!"
"I even heard your old Daoist master’s final words! He said he has already entrusted you to the Celestial Furnace Sect! You vile sinner, how can you not repay such a profound debt of gratitude?!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Dong Changsheng was completely floored by these words. ’Master... he really went that far for me? An elder of the Celestial Furnace Sect... thinks so highly of me?’
In that instant, his heart was flooded with gratitude and guilt!
"However! The Celestial Furnace Sect is now a mortal enemy of my Guixi Sect! They tried to destroy us, and as Eldest Brother, I must eliminate you, the root of this disaster!"
"Goodbye! I must eliminate you! You can be on your way now!" With that, he grabbed the Fate-Seeking Silk and began swinging Dong Changsheng around like a hammer throw!
WHOOSH—WHOOSH—WHOOSH— Dong Changsheng was spun through the air until he was completely disoriented, letting out a series of wretched screams, "AHHHHHH!"
As he swung, Lin Qingfeng secretly channeled his Spiritual Power, silently calculating the direction and distance to the death marker on his map, as well as how much force he would need.
Once he had it all figured out, the muscles in his arm bulged, and he threw with all his might!
"Go!"
"AHHHHHHHH—!"
Dong Changsheng turned into a streak of light, streaking across the sky toward the unknown darkness, eventually vanishing into a tiny black dot.
After the throw, Lin Qingfeng let out a long sigh of relief. He activated the "auto-pickup" function of the Fate-Seeking Silk, gloating inwardly:
’Now I won’t have to look at that disgusting pest dangling in front of me all the time. Whatever opportunities Dong Changsheng finds over there, the Fate-Seeking Silk will automatically courier them back to me.’
’I can even have him go wreak havoc on enemy sects. Even if he runs into someone at Divinity Transformation or a higher realm, he probably won’t back down. He might even manage to bring them down, and I’ll keep reaping the benefits. It’s simply perfect!’
...
Inside the coffin, Su Ling’er watched this utterly ridiculous scene, completely dumbfounded.
’Eldest Brother had descended from the heavens to save her, and her heart had been filled with gratitude. That gratitude hadn’t faded, but what on earth was he doing now?’
’Eldest Brother just turned around and... threw Mr. Dong away like a piece of trash? What is going on? This sect... it really is a demonic sect!’
She then thought of the other undercover agents from Qingxu Temple who had died in this battle, and of the fellow disciples who had been sent on missions by the Sect Leader, only to disappear without a trace. Her spirits couldn’t help but sink.
Lin Qingfeng patted the coffin lid, then glanced at Wang Xiedi, who was still unconscious in the prisoner cart.
’Seriously, how did this guy sleep through the whole thing? He didn’t even get to see Mr. Qian and me in all our heroic glory. What a pity. Good thing I recorded it. I’ll make him watch it later. Hmm, I should post it on the sect’s channel too, so everyone can learn from it!’
He then patted the Warm Jade Coffin and knocked on the prisoner cart. "Let’s go. Time to head home."
...
On the journey back, everyone was lost in their own thoughts.
Lin Qingfeng opened his map and looked at the several new cities unlocked within an eight-hundred-li radius. Stroking his chin, he began to plan where to go for his next adventure.
His gaze locked onto a city to the southeast named Anhe City.
’Hmm, next stop: Anhe City. Should be fun.’
Meanwhile, Su Ling’er, lying in the coffin, was also peering through a crack, gazing toward the southeast.
’Anhe City... That’s where her home was.’
’The path of cultivation was long and fraught with peril. How were her parents in Anhe City doing now? Were her younger siblings still like they used to be, clutching those storybooks and imagining her soaring through the sky with Sword Control, just like an immortal?’
’And should she... should she try to explain to them the true, cruel reality of the Cultivation World—the mere tip of the iceberg that lay beyond those storybooks...?’