The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 213 Past Events: Ling Feng Encounters Setbacks

Then, Wan Jianyi slowly began to tell everyone about that long-buried past, explaining in detail the causes and consequences.

Time flies, and many years have passed since that incident. But when Wan Jianyi recalls those past events, he still can't help but feel a surge of emotion and sighs.

After listening to Wan Jianyi's account, everyone fell into a deep silence, their hearts filled with sighs.

Who could have imagined that so many complicated and thrilling things happened back then?

What's even more unexpected is that Wan Jianyi was willing to silently bear such infamy and endure the misunderstandings and accusations from the outside world alone.

At this moment, Cangsong, standing in the crowd, listened quietly to Wan Jianyi's story, his face growing paler and paler.

Recalling how he had almost killed Dao Xuan in his impulsive act, his heart was filled with endless shame and regret.

At this moment, he felt utterly ashamed to face his former senior brother Dao Xuan, and the intense sense of self-blame almost consumed him.

Finally, the pine tree could no longer suppress the surging emotions within it, and in a trembling voice filled with shame, it shouted loudly at Dao Xuan, who stood in front of it:

"Senior Brother Daoxuan..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dao Xuan interrupted him:

“Junior brother, you don’t need to say anything more. I know what’s going on. Back then, you and Junior Brother Wan were the closest of friends, like brothers. Therefore, I will not blame you for what happened just now.”

Upon hearing these words, Cangsong felt even more ashamed and uneasy.

Although no major disaster was ultimately caused, if he had truly committed a grave mistake, even ten thousand lives would probably not have been enough to make amends.

Fortunately, things haven't gotten out of control yet, otherwise he would have truly regretted it for the rest of his life and had to atone with his death.

With the misunderstanding cleared up, the atmosphere among everyone instantly relaxed, and they chatted happily.

However, while they were chatting enthusiastically, Ling Feng felt extremely frustrated in the shadows.

I had hoped to witness a deeply moving emotional drama, perhaps even seeing several grown men embracing and weeping, pouring out their hearts to each other. But it turned out to be so mundane and unremarkable.

However, considering that Wan Jianyi and his fellow disciples had been reunited after a long separation, Ling Feng decided not to disturb their enjoyment by rushing in at this moment. So he decided to wait until they had finished catching up before showing himself.

After all, the person is right there; they won't run away.

After a moment's thought, Ling Feng turned and left with Bi Yao and the others.

After leaving the gate, Ling Feng led everyone straight to the sect leader's hall on Tongtian Peak.

He planned to wait here for Dao Xuan to return so he could ask him for the Zhuxian Sword.

This wait lasted for almost half a day. As dusk approached and the lanterns were lit, Dao Xuan still hadn't returned.

This intensified Ling Feng's frustration, pushing him to the brink of explosion.

Ling Feng really couldn't understand how many topics a group of grown men could possibly have to talk about.

How could we chat for so long, as if we could never finish?

Just when Ling Feng felt his patience was about to run out, Dao Xuan finally appeared.

He slowly stepped into the hall, his figure appearing somewhat weary under the lamplight, but he tightly gripped the much-anticipated Zhuxian Sword in his hand.

To Ling Feng's surprise, the Zhuxian Sword was not enshrined in the solemn ancestral hall as he had imagined, but was instead taken by Dao Xuan with him.

What's even more surprising is that Dao Xuan didn't return alone; he was accompanied by several other chief disciples besides Cang Song.

As for why Cangsong was absent, Ling Feng couldn't help but speculate:

Perhaps, like Wan Jianyi, he chose to fake his death and escape, and from then on, he hid in the ancestral hall, living a life of anonymity.

Although this approach may seem extreme, it might actually be a rare relief for the pine tree.

After all, from now on, he will be able to stay by the side of his beloved Senior Brother Wan, no longer bound by sect rules and Jianghu conflicts.

Ling Feng made no attempt to conceal his presence when he came to demand the Immortal Execution Sword. Instead, he stood openly and swaggeringly in the center of the sect leader's hall, quietly waiting for Dao Xuan's return.

Therefore, as soon as Dao Xuan and the others stepped into the sect leader's hall, their eyes were immediately drawn to the figures in front of them.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Ling Feng and his group!

When Dao Xuan and the others behind him first saw Ling Feng appear here, they were all filled with an indescribable shock.

It should be noted that Ling Feng's strength is unfathomable, like a fog that is impossible to fathom. Even Dao Xuan, who has the highest cultivation level, cannot figure out Ling Feng's exact strength.

Among this group of people, the one who was most shocked was none other than Zeng Shuchang.

Back when Ling Feng first arrived in the world of Jade Dynasty, Zeng Shuchang had a brief encounter with him.

Back then, Ling Feng's strength was nothing compared to what it is now; he was practically unworthy of mention.

However, to Zeng Shuchang's utter surprise, in just a short period of time, Ling Feng's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching a height that they could only look up to and could never reach.

Ling Feng had no way of knowing what these people were thinking, but out of politeness and respect, he sincerely apologized to the group in front of him.

Ling Feng bowed slightly, clasped his hands in a gesture of humility, and said slowly:

"I am truly sorry, everyone. I have come uninvited and have caused you much trouble. I hope you will not take offense."

Hearing Ling Feng's earnest words, Dao Xuan, as expected of the dignified head of Qingyun Sect, possessed a mental state and cultivation far exceeding that of ordinary people.

He quickly composed himself and recovered from his shock.

At this moment, Dao Xuan's expression was calm and composed, his deep eyes fixed on Ling Feng before him. He spoke in a calm tone, yet with a hint of doubt:

"May I ask what brings you here so suddenly, young hero?"

After expressing his apologies, Ling Feng, facing Dao Xuan's question, did not try to hide anything and answered directly:

"I have come here today to ask Sect Leader Daoxuan for an item."

Ling Feng clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and looked calmly at Dao Xuan in front of him.

"Oh? I wonder what kind of item it is that would trouble you, young hero, to come all the way here to ask for it!"

Dao Xuan stroked his beard, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, but more so a look of vigilance.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and slowly said:

"To be honest, due to some special reasons, I dare to ask Sect Leader Daoxuan for the Zhuxian Sword in your possession."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole scene seemed to be frozen in place, becoming so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The previously relaxed atmosphere instantly froze, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

The other high-ranking officials who entered with them also had their expressions turn extremely ugly in an instant.

It is important to understand that the Zhuxian Sword is of paramount importance to the Qingyun Sect.

It is not only the treasure of the Qingyun Sect, but also the guarantee that the Qingyun Sect has stood at the pinnacle of the righteous path for hundreds of years.

It was precisely because of the power of the Zhuxian Sword that the Qingyun Sect was able to firmly occupy the position of the leader of the righteous path.

At this moment, Ling Feng dared to openly covet the Zhuxian Sword, which was undoubtedly a provocation against the prestige of the Qingyun Sect. How could they possibly give him a friendly look?

Upon hearing Ling Feng's words, Dao Xuan's expression changed drastically, turning as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

However, as the leader of a sect, his years of cultivation had given him exceptional self-cultivation skills.

In just a moment, he forcibly suppressed his anger and quickly regained his composure.

However, at this moment, the look in his eyes when he looked at Ling Feng was no longer friendly at all; instead, it was cold and resolute.

Sect Leader Dao Xuan gave a cold snort and said in an icy tone:

"Young hero, although your strength is indeed quite remarkable, asking for the Immortal Execution Sword is simply too much to ask. As everyone knows, the Immortal Execution Sword is the supreme treasure of our Qingyun Sect, and an important token passed down from generation to generation by our sect's founders! I absolutely cannot hand it over to you!"

In fact, Ling Feng knew perfectly well that his request was indeed a bit excessive.

However, he had no choice, since the Zhuxian Sword was just one of the fragments of the mysterious sword in his hand.

Therefore, Ling Feng would never give up easily.

Furthermore, he had already secretly resolved that if he failed to obtain it through normal means, he would have to forcibly seize it to get his hands on the Zhuxian Sword.

After all, only he himself truly understood the immense power of the mysterious sword in his hand.

Despite its current incomplete state, it has already demonstrated such terrifying power.

If all its fragments could be collected, the power that could be unleashed at that time would be astonishing!

However, unless he really has no other choice, Ling Feng does not want to rely on his own strength to bully the weak or blatantly rob.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng looked firmly at Dao Xuan, whose face was as cold as ice, and said:

"I am well aware of the great significance of the Zhuxian Sword to the Qingyun Sect."

However, due to certain special reasons, I am determined to obtain this sword!

He first expressed his determination to obtain the Immortal Execution Sword, then softened his tone slightly and continued:

"Indeed, the Zhuxian Sword is the supreme treasure of the Qingyun Sect, and it is also the core key to activating the Zhuxian Sword Formation."

Therefore, in order to compensate for the losses of Qingyun Sect, I will set up another powerful formation that is in no way inferior to the Zhuxian Sword Formation, so as to ensure that Qingyun Sect's esteemed status as the leader of the righteous path is not affected in the slightest.

Furthermore, if Qingyun Sect encounters any danger in the future, I am willing to lend a hand to Qingyun Sect.

Ling Feng paused briefly, giving everyone present some time to think and process what he had said, before continuing:

"Furthermore, although the Zhuxian Sword is the treasure of the Qingyun Sect, the hidden dangers within it should not be underestimated."

Looking back, most of the past leaders of the Qingyun Sect met tragic ends because of the Immortal Execution Sword.

As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the other chief disciples did not react much, but Dao Xuan's expression changed significantly several times, just like the changing winds and clouds.

As the head of the Qingyun Sect, he has always controlled and used the Zhuxian Sword.

Looking back on that earth-shattering event, he not only experienced it firsthand, but also knew every detail and every change at the time intimately.

Therefore, when Ling Feng uttered those words, he couldn't help but feel a strong resonance and deep emotion deep within his heart.

However, only he knew some secrets that even the other chiefs were kept in the dark.

Just as Ling Feng said, most of the successive leaders of their Qingyun Sect did not have a good end because of the incomparably powerful Zhuxian Sword.

Furthermore, Dao Xuan himself could clearly perceive that as he used the Zhuxian Sword more and more often, the endless malevolent energy contained within the Zhuxian Sword was increasingly eroding his mind and spirit.

Perhaps one day in the future, he will follow in the footsteps of his master, Tian Chengzi, and completely succumb to the demonic path, becoming a madman whose heart is filled only with killing and slaughter.

Whenever he thought of this, Dao Xuan would involuntarily shudder, a chill running down his spine to his head.

At this moment, he had no time to ponder how Ling Feng had learned of these secrets buried deep within the history of the Qingyun Sect.

Nevertheless, it is absolutely impossible for him to hand over the Immortal Execution Sword, which our sect treasures.

Therefore, after listening to Ling Feng's words for a short while, Dao Xuan still firmly shook his head and slowly said:

"Although what you say is true, I will never hand over the Immortal Execution Sword to you under any circumstances!"

Ling Feng stared intently at the other person, a surge of uncontrollable anger rising within him.

He felt that the person in front of him was simply stubborn and unyielding, which made him so angry that he was about to explode.

However, Ling Feng ultimately suppressed the urge to explode, not for any other reason, but simply because his conscience told him that he should not be too ruthless in anything.

Immediately afterward, Ling Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and then said in a tone that was as calm as possible but still couldn't hide his urgency:

"The Immortal Execution Sword is of utmost importance to me, and I am determined to obtain it."

"Tell me, what exactly do you want in return for handing it over to me?"

Ling Feng decided to stop beating around the bush and directly asked Dao Xuan to state his conditions, which also reiterated his firm determination and unwavering resolve to obtain the Zhuxian Sword.

However, to Ling Feng's utter surprise, Dao Xuan refused to offer a single condition and shook his head without hesitation, indicating his refusal.

This action completely enraged Ling Feng, who instantly lost all patience.

In an instant, Ling Feng's face turned extremely gloomy, like the sky before a storm, his eyes coldly fixed on the group of people in front of him.