Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 091 Fierce Winds & Strong Grass, Only Can Kun-Lai Be Seen
Yang Fuyin had wanted to see the Sect Leader again for a long time, but he never had the chance, which made him somewhat regret his impulsive actions from back then. But even if he could do it over again, he would still make the same choice. There was nothing to negotiate about with that kind of issue. So, to avoid a repeat of what happened back then, he first captured Xiao Qiu without any evidence.
Feng Qingxiu pinched the paper figure on his chest and nodded, saying, "I will convey your message to Master."
Master must have already heard it. Whether or not he is willing to see Senior Brother, only Master can decide that. But if there really is a Sect Leader's wife…
Feng Qingxiu didn’t know why, but he felt a sense of lonely desolation, like the autumn wind sighing. Wasn’t it expected? Miss Ji Mingyu was the best proof of the wife’s existence.
He really was overthinking it.
"Thank you, Junior Brother." Yang Fuyin felt much relieved. He was confident that Qing would persuade Master, especially since with the current Qing, Master would definitely be in a state of obedience.
The two of them chatted for a while longer, and when they were about to enter the outer circle of flying peak, Yang Fuyin quietly guided Qing back. The place where Xiao Qiu arranged the incident should be around here; it was best not to let Junior Brother go out for now.
The flying peak had been modified by him several times over the years. Previously, there was a small ward in Qingnu's Tower that could transmit messages within a hundred meters, allowing people to travel back and forth between the nearby flying peaks. If one wanted to break through with the power of a Great Sage as they did last time, they would have to shatter every single flying peak, which was enough time for Master to arrive.
Feng Qingxiu still had to handle matters at the flying peak, so after strolling for a while, he parted ways with his senior brother and returned to the flying peak.
After seeing Junior Brother walk away, Yang Fuyin gently massaged the acupoint by his right eye and then smiled, saying, "You're still not giving up?"
"Guess whether Junior Brother Qing saw the words on my hand just now, does this count as managing to send out the message?" Qiu Yuansheng calmly said in his prison, "You said that if I could still send out a message, you would kill yourself on the spot."
Yang Fuyin couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Xiao Qiu, if you believe that, I would have to wonder if I caught the wrong person."
"Is that so?" Qiu Yuansheng shook his head, "It's up to you, but if you don't let me go, you might regret it."
"Don't worry about it," Yang Fuyin retorted, "If there's no regret, wouldn't my life be too dull?"
With that, he went to the Sword Pavilion.
He was still a little worried about Peak Master An. Back then, Peak Master An and Peak Master Bai were together for nearly a century, their personalities perfectly complementing each other. Later, they even had a daughter. She was strong-willed and proud, disgusted by Bai Liu's later depression, which was why she left in anger. But when he brought Bai Liu's letter and daughter to her, he was truly worried that she might strike out with a sword. As for her daughter and An Xian, they were not just incompatible; they were like a cat and a mouse, bound to clash.
Bai Liu was his only friend back then, so it wouldn’t make sense if he didn’t look after his remaining family.
He walked into Ziyun Dao City without flying on a sword or riding the wind, as it was always better to be low-key in someone else's territory.
But as soon as he entered the city, he stopped.
Someone was blocking his way.
It was a young man who looked very familiar—black hair, green robes, a handsome and refined face. The hem of his green robe was adorned with bamboo leaves, making him look like a scholar from an ancient book, unforgettable at first sight.
Yang Fuyin was certain he had never met this person before, so he wasn’t sure where this sense of familiarity came from.
"Who are you?" His gaze fell on the jade ring on the other’s right middle finger. With his familiarity with spiritual artifacts, he naturally knew that the ring concealed all of the other’s aura, making him appear completely ordinary.
"Just a passerby," the other replied gently, with a warm and calm voice, "I just came to see what the most outstanding disciple of Kun-Lai looks like."
"Then have you seen enough?"
The other nodded slightly.
"Then move aside." Yang Fuyin said politely, but his guard was up to the maximum. In a foreign land, it's better to avoid trouble, but you must never fear it.
The other stepped aside as instructed, watching him leave with a look of delight on his face.
After a long while, he softly recited an ancient verse, "Ziyun connects to the Heavenly Dao, Taiching gives birth to white lotuses, a strong wind produces resilient grass, and from now on, Kun-Lai is known."
He sighed lightly, "So, this is your Kun-Lai."
***
"Is that someone you know?" Yang Fuyin casually asked.
"Whether I say yes or no, you wouldn't believe me, so why bother asking?" Qiu Yuansheng replied sarcastically.
"If you don’t answer, I’ll keep you locked up for another ten days." Yang Fuyin said calmly.
Qiu Yuansheng, who had lived for over a hundred and twenty years, felt frustrated for the first time. He sneered before angrily saying, "I don’t know him."
"Lies!" Yang Fuyin retorted decisively.
"If I said I knew him, you would ask who he was, and it would never end." Qiu Yuansheng was genuinely annoyed now, "Don't think I can't deal with you, I'm just showing mercy because we're fellow disciples."
"Your poison pill won't be able to seep through the Void Reversal Ward in a short time, give it at least twenty days." Yang Fuyin said.
"Then how can you lock me up for another ten days?" Qiu Yuansheng drew various patterns on the ground of the ward, but as soon as a ripple appeared, the patterns disappeared.
"It's no problem, I still have another eye." Yang Fuyin said confidently and calmly.
Qiu Yuansheng fell silent.
During their conversation, they had already reached the Sword Pavilion.
Then they heard the sound of heart-wrenching cries from inside, almost tearing the roof off: "How could I have a mother like you? You're so cruel and vicious. To you, human life means nothing. I hate you…"
Yang Fuyin stopped in his tracks, unsure whether to leave or stay. In the end, he decided to go inside.
Bai Yue was kneeling on the ground, while Yan Ling, who liked to eat blood, lay lifeless on the ground, and An Xian sat in the main seat with a cold expression.
"What’s going on?" Yang Fuyin looked up at An Xian.
"He said," An Xian pointed with her chin at the person lying on the ground, "that if I wanted to teach Ah Yue a lesson, I would have to walk over his dead body."
Then she calmly said, "So I granted his wish."
***
Feng Qingxiu returned to his room, and sure enough, he saw Master looking out the window.
"Master, about Senior Brother Yang's situation…" he asked tentatively, not knowing what Senior Brother Yang had done in the past to make Master unwilling to see him. But since Master had heard it, he must have his own plans.
Whether to meet or not, he still had to give Senior Brother an answer.
"No rush." Ji Yunlai silently watched the countless lights below the mountain, his expression indifferent.
So Feng Qingxiu stepped aside and no longer disturbed him.
After a while, Ji Yunlai withdrew his hand from the heavenly deduction and quietly said, "They're already dead."
Feng Qingxiu was stunned.
"That person has already died," Ji Yunlai said.
Feng Qingxiu paused for a moment before he understood—was Master saying that the wife had already passed away?
He suddenly felt a bit sad in his heart and chose not to respond to Master’s words. After all, these were not words he should respond to.
Ji Yunlai, however, quietly pressed his chest. He didn’t know who they were, but just the thought of it caused a pain in his heart that was not just any ordinary heartbreak—it was as if someone was gouging out his heart and stabbing it with needles.
In that moment, he understood why he had erased nearly a thousand years of memories—heartbreak shouldn’t be so overwhelming. Could it be that he had done something else wrong back then?
I never thought I would see the day when even I am troubled by love. Is this some kind of joke?
But whatever, that's all in the past. There are enough troublesome things to deal with now, so focusing on the present is what’s important. The current Kun-Lai can’t afford even the slightest mistake from him.
Earlier, in his spiritual sense, he detected a powerful presence in the distant horizon, separated by thousands of miles, spying on this place.
It must be the spirit demon lord of Yuntian Domain.
And just a moment ago, a familiar aura brushed past Yang Fuyin—a person who was just a shell, like himself, only sending a part of his divine consciousness here. But the true cultivation level of that person was likely not below his own.
Towards a character like this, there’s no harm in being overly cautious.
After Ziyun Dao, there are still two places where the other two major sects had migrated to long ago, but there are no special resources or spiritual treasures in those areas, so the flying peaks would skip over those two places and move toward the Nine Abyss River of central Yuntian Domain, where the most important material for the creation of Cloud Talisman Dao Seeds, the Earth Essence, is found.
So…
"Xiao Qing, based on what you’ve observed of the transactions here in recent days, what do you think?" Ji Yunlai suddenly asked.
Feng Qingxiu thought for a moment, then organized his thoughts and explained what he had observed: "It seems that the Ziyun Dao here hasn't prepared anything particularly useful for trading. Compared to last time, when Qingqiu brought out a century’s worth of accumulated treasures for trade, it seems like the Ziyun Dao sect here has other plans. In the past few days, they’ve only had their disciples testing the waters, so I think there’s not much we can gain here."
"So, do you have any suggestions?" Ji Yunlai asked. He could certainly make the decision himself, but Xiao Qing was someone who would eventually need to take charge, so he naturally wanted to hear his opinion.
"This apprentice thinks that we should pack up tomorrow and leave Ziyun Dao. Since they don’t have good intentions, there’s no need for us to entangle with them," Feng Qingxiu said decisively. After all, this wasn’t a place of abundance, and in the past, they only came here because the three major sects would trade here, allowing them to gauge their opponents’ strength. But staying here and waiting for the opponent to make a move was unnecessary.
"Then let's do as you say," Ji Yunlai was pleased that his opinion aligned with his apprentice’s. He wasn’t afraid of anyone but simply didn’t want to be passively manipulated by others. It would be better to make the first move and flip the table.
It’s just a small table, after all—Kun-Lai can handle it.
"Then I’ll go persuade the two elders," Feng Qingxiu nodded, preparing to leave, when he noticed his shadow holding a piece of clothing and beckoning to him like it was offering a treasure.
Enraged, he took both the clothing and the shadow away with him.
Ji Yunlai was left alone, chuckling softly.