Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 1493: Chapter 72: Taking Action_3

The three leading figures, one with a cold visage and clad in a black robe, resembled frost and ice.

Another had a complexion as cold as a snake, exuding a chills that could terrify without being frigid.

There was also one with three eyes, who appeared to be a youth.

Upon seeing these three, the tall Demon Sect Cultivator, who had just captured Xiao Yuanhai in two or three moves, immediately showed a respectful expression and greeted each of them with a bow.

“Deputy Sect Master Shen, Elder Wu, Elder Gong…”

The three-eyed Cultivator’s brow furrowed slightly:

“Why so slow?”

The tall Cultivator’s face immediately tensed.

However, the young Cultivator Wu Feng, whose complexion was cold beside him, chuckled:

“It can’t be considered too slow, after all, he is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, albeit an early-stage one, but breaking the array takes time… Don’t you agree, Deputy Sect Master Shen?”

While speaking, he cast a gleeful look towards the young Cultivator beside him with an extremely cold demeanor.

However, what caused Wu Feng’s smile to stiffen was that the latter merely glanced at him calmly, then indifferently said:

“Hurry it up, I will wait for you at Sky Burning Pavilion.”

Then he turned around and strolled away, crossing what seemed like measures with a single step.

Watching the other party ignoring him like this, Wu Feng maintained his smile, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He immediately turned his head towards the ground below and commanded coldly:

“Take them all!”

The tall Cultivator and several other Cultivators, hearing this, hesitated and looked toward another three-eyed youth, Gong Xiyin.

Gong Xiyin casually nodded.

“Hurry up, I’ll also go to Sky Burning Pavilion and wait for you guys.”

With that, he followed in the direction where Shen Fu had left.

Then the few Demon Sect Cultivators quickly descended towards the ground.

Observing this scene, Wu Feng’s face turned even colder.

“Shen Fu… Gong Xiyin… Hmph! These two used to wish they could kill each other, but now they are in cahoots…”

“However, the intent of Elder Han is clear enough, this trip out is to choose the true candidate for the Sect Master’s position… I must think of a plan!”

“Above my head, Wu Feng, I don’t wish to have to look up to many more.”

He looked down at the city below.

Then, with a low shout, he ordered:

“Seal the Teleportation Array!”

“Don’t let a single one escape!”

His voice echoed over the entire cityscape.

Within the city, a series of Spells burst into sound immediately.

Yet these noises were somewhat muffled, quickly suppressed as soon as they rose.

The five Nascent Soul Demon Sect Cultivators didn’t seem to have any intention of mercilessly killing the city’s Cultivators or mortals. They simply converged from four directions, pressing inward.

The tall Demon Sect Cultivator stood in the middle, striking repeatedly, attempting to capture them all.

The next moment.

Seeing two Nascent Soul Cultivators leave and their companions distracted, the Xiao Family Cultivators hiding within their family grounds finally saw an opportunity.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Over a hundred shadows, bright and dark, strong and weak, burst out in all directions like fireworks.

“Heh.”

Witnessing this, Wu Feng sneered.

With a wave of his hand, centered on Rongmeng City, countless illusory blood-red tentacles erupted from beneath the ground. In a dizzying array, they swiftly lashed out towards the Cultivators attempting to flee.

Within the roar, nearly all of these fleeing figures were pulled back, captured by the awaiting tall Demon Sect Cultivator. Bound by Mana, they strung together, swaying in midair like a bent string of candied gourds.

Only one middle-aged man with a square face barely avoided the tendrils.

His face showing sorrow and urgency, he shouted loudly:

“My Xiao Family has always been well-behaved and never dared to defy the Upper Sect, why does the Upper Sect still treat us like this!”

Wu Feng glanced at the middle-aged man but couldn’t be bothered to say more.

The tall Cultivator nonchalantly tossed the captured Cultivators to his companion, then flew over and scoffed:

“You must be the Family Master of the Xiao Family, right?”

“Don’t mask it as if you are some kind of saint. Well-behaved? I recall that Rongmeng City wasn’t originally yours but was the ancestral land of the Mulian Family. Didn’t you get it through cunning and bullying from the Mulian descendants? A mere traitorous servant dares to bark so loudly!”

Below, Wang Qingyang, who had been scouring the crowd, couldn’t help but look up at the middle-aged Cultivator, eyes lighting up:

“Is he the Family Master Xiao?”

…

“The Mulian Family?”

Hearing this name, Wu Feng inadvertently looked down at the city below, with a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes:

“This is the ancestral land of the Mulian Family.”

The Mulian Family was once a great family within Yan and even in the primitive Holy Sect; they also had numerous members in high positions.

One of them even reached the stage of Immortal Ascension.

Regrettably, no matter how formidable a family is, in the end, it cannot withstand the changes over time. In the recent thousand or so years, they have gradually waned.

Apart from producing a stunningly talented female Cultivator of the Ice Dao, who went to a small sect and became the Sect Master for a while, they hadn’t produced any noteworthy figures.

During the cataclysm a hundred years ago, they suffered greatly and are now extinct.

Yet occasionally, one still hears tales regarding the surname Mulian within the Sect.

But unexpectedly, even their ancestral land has been usurped by former servants.

“What a pity…”

In Wu Feng’s eyes, there was no ripple of emotion.

Such events were all too common.

The Cultivators of Yan have always been like this.

Survival of the fittest, all on the strength of one’s abilities.

If a lineage ends and territory is seized, it only shows one’s lack of strength.

To avoid such a fate, one must exert every effort, employ any means to climb higher, Cultivation, power, all aim at this single goal!

“The position of Sect Master, I am determined to claim it!”

“Elder Han favors Shen Fu, but who could have foreseen where I, Wu Feng, stand today?”

“Without Shen Fu, in terms of seniority, tactics, and merits, Elder Han would have no other choice!”