Chapter 96: A Night of White Hair
Hearing Chenxing’s words, Lin Feng’s heart grew even colder.
In the past, Chenxing had been a member of the Cloud Sea Sect and had been highly valued by the sect, which had treated him well.
He was a coward who feared death, betrayed the sect, and defected to Duan Tianlang. That was bad enough, but Chenxing’s unforgivable sin was allowing these former fellow disciples of his sect to be casually humiliated even after death.
Was Chenxing any different from a beast?
“Duan Tianlang, is he really at ease leaving the Cloud Sea Sect in the care of a waste like you?”
A deep, icy voice came through the bronze mask. Chenxing raised an eyebrow and stared coldly at Lin Feng. “Who are you calling a waste?”
“Chenxing, you were once the number one outer disciple of the Cloud Sea Sect. Now you’ve betrayed the sect and allowed the corpses of your fellow disciples to be disgraced. What right do you have to act so arrogantly here?”
Lin Feng said indifferently, causing Chenxing’s pupils to contract sharply as he stared intently at Lin Feng.
“Who are you?”
Because of the bronze mask, Lin Feng’s voice had changed somewhat. Coupled with the fact that Lin Feng now carried more steadiness and cold killing intent compared to before, Chenxing couldn’t recognize him.
“A traitor to the sect, a despicable and shameless wretch, and you still have the nerve to swagger around within the sect? Chenxing, do you have even a shred of shame left?”
Lin Feng asked again, taking a step forward. Instantly, a fierce sword aura surged out, and a wild, domineering sword momentum bloomed.
Feeling this vaguely familiar sword momentum, Chenxing’s body trembled violently. His pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing became rapid.
“Lin Feng, it’s Lin Feng! He actually dares to step into the Cloud Sea Sect again!”
Chenxing’s heart pounded wildly. All the elders of the Cloud Sea Sect, along with Sect Leader Nan Gongling, had fought to the death to rescue Lin Feng from the sect. Chenxing had never dreamed that Lin Feng would actually dare to return. After all, Duan Tianlang’s men were searching everywhere for Lin Feng, and if they found him, they would kill him without mercy.
But precisely because they were certain Lin Feng wouldn’t dare return to the Cloud Sea Sect, Duan Tianlang hadn’t left any strong warriors inside the sect—only Chenxing and two others at the First Layer of Spirit Martial Realm.
Now, with all the strong warriors back in the imperial capital preparing for the establishment of the Snow Moon Holy Academy—which Duan Tianlang considered a top priority—Lin Feng’s strength was enough to dominate the Cloud Sea Sect.
An overwhelming sense of fear spread through Chenxing’s heart, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
“It seems you remember who I am.”
Seeing Chenxing’s reaction, Lin Feng sneered coldly. His sword momentum grew even more ferocious. The two men beside Chenxing were already crushed by this momentum, lacking even the courage to fight.
“Spare me. I had no choice.”
Chenxing’s voice trembled slightly. He was afraid, afraid of death.
“No choice? Even if you betrayed the sect to save your own life, that might be excusable. But what about just now? Allowing the disciples of your sect to be humiliated even after death? If you don’t die, how can I, Lin Feng, face the sect’s predecessors who gave their lives?”
Lin Feng took a step forward, and a powerful sword momentum burst forth in an instant, the sword light dazzlingly bright.
“No…”
Chenxing’s terrified voice echoed through the air, but the sword light had already passed. Three drops of blood flew through the air.
One sword strike killed three people.
Before Lin Feng’s domineering sword, they had no power to resist.
“Huff…”
Seeing the three bodies fall, Lin Feng let out a breath of turbid air, his mood unbearably heavy.
Now, all those who had come to steal treasures from the corpses had left. The vast area of the Life and Death Platform was left with only Lin Feng and a field of bodies.
Looking around, Lin Feng gazed at these corpses, imprinting these lying figures into his mind. The eyes behind the bronze mask grew sharper and more resolute.
Risking danger to return to the Cloud Sea Sect, he had come just to see—to see these piles of bones, to see this blood-red setting sun.
He wanted to engrave this in his memory: this was a blood debt.
He wanted to constantly remind himself: the weak are bullied, their lives taken; the strong overlook heaven and earth, and in their anger, blood flows for a thousand miles.
He, Lin Feng, would become a strong man, using blood to dye his hatred red. He would never forget those pairs of eyes full of expectation and responsibility. Now, his body carried the hopes of too many people—people who had traded their lives for his survival.
“Boom… boom, boom…”
At that moment, the earth suddenly trembled, and the tremor grew stronger and stronger, the rumbling sound louder and louder.
“The Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry!”
Lin Feng’s pupils tightened. Without any hesitation, his body moved, rushing straight toward the edge of the canyon.
“Floating Light Passing Shadow.”
Lin Feng leaped upward, and halfway through, he slashed his sword against the stone wall, generating momentum to carry him directly up the canyon.
“Hurry!”
Feeling the ground tremble more intensely, Lin Feng’s heart pounded. So fast! The cavalry’s speed was incredible, as if they had covered several miles in just a few breaths.
Without even thinking, Lin Feng grabbed Meng Qing’s small hand and ran.
Feeling the touch in her hand, a strange emotion flickered in Meng Qing’s eyes, but sensing Lin Feng’s urgency, she let him lead her.
Although Lin Feng’s reaction was quick, the area above the canyon was all flat ground with nowhere to hide. In an instant, a line of cavalry approached, causing Lin Feng’s steps to falter before he stopped.
The cavalry that appeared were majestic and extraordinary, clad in armor, their mounts robust and spirited—these were indeed Crimson Blood Horses.
Seeing the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry approach, Lin Feng clenched his fists, gripping Meng Qing’s small hand tightly without realizing it. He hadn’t expected the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry to appear so suddenly and with such speed.
“Do they know I’m here?”
Lin Feng thought to himself, and then he saw that some of the cavalry hadn’t stopped but were charging straight toward him.
“What a handsome figure.”
Seeing the rider on the horse, Lin Feng couldn’t help but silently praise.
It was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his deep gaze carrying a trace of melancholy, as if weighed down by endless worries and sorrow.
The man wore a suit of white armor, making him look heroic and extraordinary. But what was even more striking was his head of white hair, flowing in the wind, full of a sense of vicissitude.
The white-haired middle-aged man rode his Crimson Blood Horse, instantly galloping past Lin Feng without even glancing at him. This made Lin Feng pause—could he have been mistaken? Did the man not know he was Lin Feng?
Thinking this, Lin Feng relaxed and turned around casually. Then he saw the Crimson Blood Horse neigh and leap down from the canyon’s edge, a sight that stirred the heart.
“How imposing.”
A sense of admiration arose in Lin Feng. He lifted his foot and returned to the canyon’s edge.
At that moment, the white-haired middle-aged man stood on the highest Life and Death Platform, like a statue, silently gazing at the field of corpses.
A gentle wind blew the man’s white hair. Standing there, he gave off a feeling of loneliness—a loneliness tinged with sorrow.
“Thump!”
A soft sound rang out, and Lin Feng’s heart trembled. The white-haired middle-aged man had directly knelt on the Life and Death Platform.
“General!”
A chorus of shouts rang out, like a torrent, echoing through the space.
Then, the cavalry who had reached the canyon’s edge all dismounted, knelt on one knee, their eyes filled with genuine grief—grief for their general.
This highly impactful scene shook Lin Feng’s heart. For a general to reach such a level, what more could one ask for? This was a true general.
What kind of charisma would it take to have an army so loyal to him?
A name suddenly surfaced in Lin Feng’s mind. The legendary figure seemed to be exactly like this.
“Divine Arrow, Liu Canglan.”
Lin Feng was now certain that this man was undoubtedly Liu Canglan. Who else would kneel before the disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect? Who else could forge such a legion?
No wonder Old Man Bei always showed pride whenever he mentioned the name Liu Canglan. Having such an outstanding disciple was indeed something to be proud of.
“This is my affair. All of you, rise.”
Liu Canglan’s voice came out, not rough like a general’s, but rather delicate and clear. Though not loud, every soldier could hear it clearly.
“General, please take care of yourself.”
The soldiers shouted in unison, perfectly coordinated. After learning that the Cloud Sea Sect had been annihilated by Duan Tianlang leading the traitors of the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry, Liu Canglan had fainted outright. When he woke, his hair had turned white overnight. Without even considering his own health, he had traveled for three days and three nights to reach the Cloud Sea Sect.
And they had all followed voluntarily.
“I order you all to rise.”
Liu Canglan’s voice remained calm. Hearing his words, the soldiers had no choice but to stand up.
They never disobeyed Liu Canglan’s orders.
“I, Liu Canglan, entered the Cloud Sea Sect at the age of seven. I received the grace of my master and the sect, achieving what I have today. But later, I betrayed the sect and left to serve the Snow Moon Kingdom. It has been twenty years now. In these twenty years, I have never forgotten my master’s kindness, and the sect’s favor is engraved in my heart. But now, the Cloud Sea Sect has been destroyed by the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry that I personally trained. I, Liu Canglan, am the eternal sinner of the sect.”
After speaking, Liu Canglan kowtowed to the corpses of the Cloud Sea Sect members, his head striking the Life and Death Platform with a sound.
“General, this was Duan Tianlang’s long-planned scheme to trap you in disloyalty. How can you fall for it?”
A soldier shouted loudly, but Liu Canglan wouldn’t listen.
“I knew Duan Tianlang had the heart of a wolf, yet I still sent Feifei to the sect to demand that the sect allow disciples to enter the Snow Moon Holy Academy, giving Duan Tianlang an excuse. What face do I have to shirk responsibility? I, Liu Canglan, have been disloyal to the sect.”