Chapter 124: The Secret of the Sword Scripture

Chapter 124: The Secret of the Sword Scripture

At Yunmiao Peak, the residential area for disciples.

In the courtyard, a group of elite members from the Iron Blood Alliance, all in the later stages of the Pulse Formation Realm, knelt in silence, resembling cicadas in winter, not daring to move.

Before Ling Feng entered, he had warned them sternly: until Luo Jianying recovered, they were to remain obediently kneeling by the door. Any attempt to leave would be met with death!

Among those kneeling, two unfortunate souls, their faces bruised and swollen from a beating, struggled to maintain their balance. They lay on the ground like injured dogs, barely conscious, murmuring repeatedly, "I was wrong... I was wrong..."

These two individuals, identified as Huang Gou and Liu Quanhai, were the ones directly responsible for the injuries inflicted upon Luo Jianying and Su Hongxiu.

Ling Feng bound them to Luo Jianying's sickbed, compelling them to perform a hundred kowtows[1] before forcibly ejecting them from the room.

In Ling Feng's eyes, they had become utter wastes, unworthy of his direct intervention, as such actions would only tarnish his esteemed sword.

"Senior Uncle Ling... thank you..." Luo Jianying's voice trembled as tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes, while he lay on the bed.

"Rest assured, I will thoroughly heal your injuries," Ling Feng reassured, gently patting Luo Jianying's shoulder, a confident smile gracing his lips. "It won't be long before you're fully recovered."

"Is that so?" Luo Jianying bit his lip, grappling with the reality of his severed tendons and ligaments. Can such injuries truly be remedied?

"All you need to do is trust me." Ling Feng rose slowly, his smile unwavering. "Just rest well; your injuries are of no concern." Youur favorite stories at novelhall.com

"Okay." Luo Jianying nodded, his gaze unwavering on Ling Feng, gratitude filling his voice. "Thank you! Thank you!"

For a martial artist, being bedridden in the latter half of life was akin to a fate worse than death. Now, with the chance for a renewed recovery, how could he not be grateful?

"If you regard me as a friend, gratitude is unnecessary," Ling Feng remarked lightly before turning his gaze to Su Hongxiu.

The bruises on her cheeks also needed attention; otherwise, they could leave scars in the future.

As Su Hongxiu caught Ling Feng's gaze upon her, her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly lowered her head, unable to meet his eyes.

"Huh? Daddy, but why?" Lin Xian'er's voice betrayed her confusion as she nervously nibbled on her lip. "He—"

"There's no need for explanations!" Lin Canglang's expression turned cold. "Just remember daddy's words. It's getting late; you should hurry back to the Tianwei Academy!"

"Okay..." Lin Xian'er was filled with questions, but seeing Lin Canglang's sudden severity, she dared not argue. She simply nodded. Inside, she believed there must be some misunderstanding between her father and Ling Feng. After all, Ling Feng seemed like an upright man.

Little did she know, her own father, while appearing virtuous on the surface, was actually a deceitful character.

"Well then, Daddy, I'll take my leave." Lin Xian'er bit her lip, sighing softly. Since she and Ling Feng might not cross paths in the future anyway, there was no need to upset her father.

"Alright, listen to Daddy and be careful on your way. No matter what, Daddy won't let anything happen to you." Lin Canglang gently patted Lin Xian'er on the back of her head. "Off you go, take care."

Lin Xian'er nodded. "Daddy, I'm leaving now!"

Lin Canglang watched as Lin Xian'er gradually disappeared, his eyes burning with anger. "Ling Feng, do you think you have the right to be with my daughter, Lin Xian'er? She can only marry into the noble families of the empire, while you are nothing but a penniless nobody!"

Taking a deep breath, he muttered to himself. Since this boy's strength has already reached the level of Pulse Formation Realm, it's time to tighten the net. Duanmu Qingshan, you won't be able to hide the sword scripture of The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword forever. Hahaha...

He had already devised a plan. By using the antidote for the Golden Silkworm Gu poison to coerce Ling Feng, he would surely have to obediently hand over the sword scripture of The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword passed down by Duanmu Qingshan.

As for Ling Feng's connection with the young lady from the Cangqiong Sect, he had carefully considered it. At most, Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan were just ordinary friends.

"After the plan succeeds, I can imprison Ling Feng first. He can spend three to five years in captivity. If Young Lady Yue doesn't remember this friend of hers by then, I'll just kill him outright."

"The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword scripture is a forbidden secret of the ancient sect, the Yi Hua Palace. It even involves a secret treasury hidden by the Yi Hua Palace. As long as our sect obtains this item and comprehends its mysteries, there will be no need to remain in insignificant places like the Wenxian Sect in the future!"

"Duanmu Qingshan, do you think our master harmed your family and caused them to be destroyed just for a so-called sword manual? Perhaps you are unaware of this secret. Hahaha!"

"Duanmu old geezer, the day the sword scripture is in my hands will be the day of your demise!"

1. A kowtow is the act of deep respect shown by prostration, that is, kneeling and bowing so low as to have one's head touching the ground. ☜