Chapter 513 - 447: The Sound of the Horn

Chapter 513: Chapter 447: The Sound of the Horn

On the summit of Mingjian Mountain, the White-Clothed Master stood proudly, staring into the flying snow, his empty left sleeve particularly striking.

The snowflakes were torn to pieces by an invisible force before they could get within a hundred feet, forming a large vacuum zone around him.

Suddenly, the air trembled slightly not far away, and a figure suddenly appeared, respectfully bowing down.

"Ning Songzhi, you said you had something to report?" Master Fengfeng raised an eyebrow, "Speak."

Ning Songzhi hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind.

"I boldly request Master to abandon the attack on Yunshan Sect!"

In an instant, a violent wind arose, snowflakes scattered all around, and on the summit of Mingjian Mountain, only the whirlwind danced wildly, no longer a trace of flying snow in sight.

A terrifying murderous intent locked onto Ning Songzhi, and the dreadful spiritual pressure choked Ning Songzhi’s throat, making it difficult for him to breathe. He could only keep kowtowing, his forehead stained with mud mixed with snowflakes.

"Ning Songzhi, I once thought you weren’t the type to abandon public for private interests..." Master Fengfeng’s voice was very soft, very gentle, but Ning Songzhi was already drenched in cold sweat. He shouted boldly.

"Everything I said is out of pure loyalty! If there are any private feelings, may the heavens loathe me!"

"Loyalty?" Master Fengfeng laughed angrily, his body flickered and he flew in front of Ning Songzhi, "Well, in favor of Huanjian Peak’s historical loyalty, I’ll listen to what kind of loyalty you have."

Ning Songzhi seized the opportunity and resolutely spoke out what he had been pondering for years, words buried in his heart.

"The affairs of the world are subject to sudden fortune and misfortune. The rise and fall, prosperity and decline is the Celestial Dao’s cycle. How many once-dominant major sects still exist in the world today?"

"The decline of our sect may have started with Lu Qian. The blood feud between our sect and Yunshan Sect has accumulated deeply. However, through several battles, our side has been continually weakened, the enemy continuously strengthened, plus they have the protection of the Mingyu Sword Sect. One must admit, Yunshan Sect is already a great threat to us!"

"Mortals say that a gentleman takes revenge, even if it takes ten years; for cultivators, revenge over a hundred years is not too late! Since Yunshan Sect is currently flourishing, why should we rush to attack, thus harming our own strength?"

"I know what Master is concerned about, Guh Niqiang too. But now, we still have room for negotiation! After all, Guh Niqiang has yet to achieve Golden Core; under Master’s intimidation, Yunshan Sect can only passively respond to our attack. As long as we propose a truce, Lu Qian will surely agree."

"We can sign a long enough contract, fifty years, a hundred years, and we can lie low and bide our time, watch the changing circumstances, avoid the sharpness of Yunshan Sect, and pass through Xuanguang Sect’s low period."

"Even if Guh Niqiang successfully forms her Core, but Master is, after all, Mid-Stage Golden Core, still leading by a century! Moreover, our sect is full of talent, with twice the Spirit Seed compared to the Shuangye Alliance. If we focus on development, our sect will surely surpass Yun Mountain easily!"

"Endure a moment of humiliation for a radiant future. In decades, when our sect regains strength and once again receives the favor of the heavens, we can contend with Yunshan Sect for Chongming, kill Lu Qian to avenge our deep grudge, why not?"

After saying all this in one breath, Ning Songzhi felt his heart pounding like a drum, sweat like a stream, and he dared not raise his head.

The unpredictable and violent nature of his own Master, who never tolerated others’ refutations, now he not only refuted Master’s strategy but also asked Master to endure humiliation—being beheaded the next moment wouldn’t be surprising.

Master Fengfeng sneered coldly: "You talk a good game, but don’t forget, we cultivators go against the heavens in our path! If we always think of blending with dust, going with the flow, and only acting along with the trend, what difference do we have with that old turtle Master Kan Yuan, what kind of Dao are we cultivating, what truth are we refining?"

"What you said is laughable, but considering your young age and ignorance, your mind unclear, and this being a time when manpower is needed, I’ll spare you for now, quickly withdraw!"

Ning Songzhi exhaled a sigh of relief, inwardly sighed again with unspeakable disappointment, and had no choice but to kowtow his head, get up, and retreat backward.

Master Fengfeng looked at his snow-soaked muddy clothes, his expression softened, and suddenly said, "Ning Songzhi, there’s no need to worry, I’ve already devised a plan, with full certainty of destroying Yunshan and slaying Lu Qian!"

"Even if, as you said, fortune and misfortune rise and fall, the time for Xuanguang Sect to rejuvenate its glory has arrived."

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In Xinghu County, lakes large and small were scattered like stars, forming a magnificent spectacle.

The air here is rich in moisture, enveloping the four fields, shrouded year-round in a veil-like mist.

The largest lake in Xinghu County, Amber Lake, spans five hundred miles in all directions. In the lake, there is a large island, eternally shrouded in clouds and mist, concealing a mysterious complex of buildings within, unseen by outsiders.

This is the golden core major sect that oversees Xinghu County, Jiyang Manor.

Only one hundred-zhang tall tower in the center of the manor stood prominently, piercing through the clouds, remarkably striking.

While snow flew all over Chongming County, the stars and moon shone brightly over Xinghu County, illuminating the sky. On the top layer of the high tower, Master Kan Yuan, with wide robes and billowing sleeves, exuding an Immortal air, was intently observing the constellations through the Crystal Lens covering the entire dome.

Behind him, a tall, thin cultivator also watched seriously, but occasionally withdrew his gaze, looking at Master Kan Yuan anxiously, feeling his master’s hair turning increasingly white.

Just not long ago, they activated the True Words of Prophecy, uttering words for Lu Qian, Sect Leader of Yunshan Sect in Chongming County. After returning, he hadn’t rested but continuously engaged in divination, deduction, burning tortoise shells to interpret omens, calculating the fate, and today ascended the Star Observation Tower to determine the Star Track and celestial phenomena, exhausting his energy greatly.