Martial Arts: I Have a Wilderness World

Chapter 643: Chapter 329: Paying a Visit

Lin Feng had recovered. Cheng Zongyang switched him with Lin Changfeng, then pressed a series of acupoints near his thigh.

The next moment, with a mere thought, the Tang Blade appeared in his hand. In one swift motion, he severed Lin Changfeng’s leg below the knee.

Blood oozed slowly from the stump, not spurting out. Seeing this, he had the treatment bed stanch the bleeding.

Limb regeneration was considered a High-Level injury and required Three Thousand Points. Cheng Zongyang certainly wasn’t going to restore the limb for Lin Changfeng.

As for the severed leg, he didn’t stanch the bleeding. ’If the wound were so cleanly cauterized, it would blow my cover, wouldn’t it?’ Once a sufficient amount of blood had seeped out, Cheng Zongyang wrapped the leg in a cloth.

He called for Luo Dingran and had him take Lin Changfeng away, instructing him to keep the man unconscious. Then, he left the Hall of Ten Thousand Races with Lin Feng.

Cheng Zongyang decided to leave Lin Feng in the cave for now. Lin Feng had only just awoken and hadn’t yet noticed the changes to his body. Meanwhile, Cheng Zongyang would finish his preparations before heading to the Sect’s office in the County Town.

However, after taking only a few steps, he abruptly remembered something he had overlooked. He immediately had Lin Feng drink another potion and sent him into the Wilderness World for safekeeping. After that, he entered the teleportation room to take care of some things.

Afterwards, he tinkered around in the living room for a while before finally opening the cave door. He headed for the valley where he had previously killed several gang enforcers.

He continued setting the scene, then specifically took out the severed leg to create some convincing tracks and traces. Only when he was satisfied that everything was in order did he finally depart for the County Town.

「Two hours later, at the entrance to the Zi’an County Sect office.」

Sunlight spilled onto the white Jade steps of the ancient gate, creating a faint halo. Cheng Zongyang stood before the entrance, his gaze steady as he observed the two guards.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then walked forward. Cupping his fists, he said, "I am Cheng Zongyang, master of the Cheng Mansion. I have come to visit Steward Zhang."

The two guards stood ramrod straight, like a pair of statues flanking the entrance.

Upon hearing his words, it seemed they had been notified in advance. When they heard him mention the "Cheng Mansion," they merely stared at him for a few moments, but their expressions remained unchanged.

One of them, a young guard in black, glanced at Cheng Zongyang with an air of indifference. He clearly thought little of this boy who was only at the Martial Arts Innate realm. ’I didn’t expect him to be so unremarkable,’ the guard thought. He then said flatly, "Follow me."

Cheng Zongyang paid the man’s attitude no mind, his expression remaining as calm as still water.

He knew that in the eyes of these Sect members, his own strength was insignificant. He followed the black-clothed guard in silence, walking slowly deeper into the compound. With every step, he could feel a faint, ambient pressure, as if the very air was reminding him of the authority this place commanded.

A moment later, they arrived at a tranquil spot in the office’s rear courtyard. Shaded by verdant trees and filled with lush flowers, it was like a secluded paradise. ’A fitting residence for a cultivator,’ Cheng Zongyang thought.

The young man in black stopped at a doorway, his gaze fixed on the seemingly placid door before them. He then formed a "sword finger" with his right hand and held the gesture for a moment. Seeing this, Cheng Zongyang, who stood behind him, guessed, ’He must be sending a voice transmission.’

He stood there quietly, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing him.

Sure enough, about ten seconds later, an invisible curtain of light materialized around the house, and an opening formed where the door was. The black-clothed guard saw this and said without turning his head, "Come in with me."

Cheng Zongyang immediately followed, his footsteps light and cautious, as if he were entering an unknown realm.

A moment later, in a small garden courtyard, the black-clothed guard brought Cheng Zongyang before a white-robed young man of about the same age.

The young man was strikingly handsome, with sharp brows and bright eyes. He exuded an extraordinary aura and a subtle sense of authority. Upon seeing him, the black-clothed guard respectfully cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Li, this is Cheng Zongyang."

The white-robed young man lifted his gaze slightly, giving Cheng Zongyang a single look. That glance seemed to pierce right through a person’s heart, making Cheng Zongyang’s own heart clench. Then, the young man nodded slightly to the black-clothed guard. "Leave him to me. Master hasn’t come out yet. I’ll take him to see Master in a bit. You can go about your duties."

"Yes, Senior Brother!" The black-clothed guard immediately cupped his fists and withdrew, his movements crisp and decisive.

Now, only Cheng Zongyang and the white-robed young man remained in the garden courtyard. The young man watched Cheng Zongyang quietly, his eyes betraying a hint of scrutiny. After a moment, he spoke slowly, "So, you’re Cheng Zongyang?"

Clearly, he was also aware of the situation involving Black Skull Lin Changfeng and the Cheng Mansion.

Cheng Zongyang composed himself and replied respectfully, "Yes. I was fortunate to escape with my life and have brought something for the Immortal Sect Steward to see. It is to prove the Cheng Mansion’s innocence and to secure the return of my two subordinates."

As he spoke, he untied the black cloth bundle from his back, placed it on the ground, and unwrapped it.

When the white-robed young man saw the severed leg on the ground, his brow furrowed slightly. A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes as he asked, uncertain, "His?"

Cheng Zongyang took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. It’s Black Skull’s lower leg."

Upon receiving a definitive answer, the white-robed young man stared at Cheng Zongyang in surprise. A moment later, his Divine Sense swept over the severed leg. After a brief inspection, he naturally discovered the residual Black Death Qi lingering within the leg’s meridians and acupoints!

Having confirmed this, the white-robed young man fell silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. He then asked with curiosity, "How did you manage to... never mind. Just wait."