Chapter 418: Everyone Wants Lin Feng Dead
The invitation letter was a symbol of talent and status. Whoever received it proved that their talent was recognized by Snow Moon, bringing unparalleled glory.
Those who did not receive an invitation letter all gathered toward one place: the banks of the Xiang River. There, the grand gathering of geniuses would be held, and everyone could witness the prodigies of the Snow Moon Kingdom with their own eyes.
Many people who were rarely seen in ordinary times would also have the fortune to appear this time.
Not only the people of the Imperial City, but also crowds from other parts of the Snow Moon Kingdom outside the capital surged madly toward Snow Moon. No one would ignore a gathering of geniuses.
Everyone wanted to see how strong those geniuses of the Snow Moon Kingdom were and how high their talent reached, as it could also inspire them.
Finally, on the fifth day, an order was transmitted from the Imperial Palace, completely sealing off the Imperial City—allowing only exits, no entries.
Because the number of people stepping into the Imperial City was simply too great. The already populous capital became extremely crowded in an instant. Even walking on the main roads, one would see nothing but flowing figures.
As soon as this lockdown order was issued, those blocked outside the Imperial City were furious and regretful. They had traveled thousands of miles to get here, but because they were a little late, they were stopped at the outer city, unable to enter, their hearts filled with frustration.
Meanwhile, those who had already set foot in the Imperial City secretly rejoiced, glad they had arrived early. Otherwise, they too would be like the others, blocked outside the city, unable to witness this grand event with their own eyes.
In short, the Imperial City was now boiling with excitement. Amid everyone's anticipation, the seventh day finally arrived.
The Xiang River was located north of the Imperial City. The entire river was several hundred meters wide and stretched for thousands of miles, with no end in sight.
On the banks of the Xiang River lay an endless, vast expanse of land. Early in the morning, both sides of the river were densely packed with figures, like countless long dragons extending nearly a hundred miles away—an absolutely terrifying sight.
If these people were to stomp their feet, the waters of the entire Xiang River would tremble.
The banks of the Xiang River were noisy and chaotic. Whether they knew each other or not, everyone was discussing how many geniuses had received invitation letters and who they might be.
Of course, with so many people gathered together, conflicts and arguments were inevitable. Some tried to squeeze closer to the riverbank, but others refused to give way, and disputes arose. As a result, dust flew in many places. Yet, amidst the vast crowd of millions, a few battles could hardly stir up much of a wave. They were like ripples in the ocean—after creating a brief disturbance, they quickly disappeared, buried in the vast sea.
Time passed slowly. Everyone was waiting, anticipating the arrival of night.
Waiting always seemed so long. To the crowd, this single day felt as prolonged as several days and nights. The more they anticipated, the slower time seemed to pass.
Finally, the gurgling waters of the Xiang River flowed on with the passage of time. The setting sun gradually turned as eerie as blood. Once the sunset faded, the full moon would rise, and the crowd's hearts grew more and more excited.
Soon, the gathering of geniuses was finally about to begin. They had waited for this moment for far too long.
In the distance, a group of figures rode on griffins, racing swiftly toward this place.
The leader had a dignified appearance, exuding the aura of a regional overlord, majestic and imposing.
This group arrived directly at the banks of the Xiang River and then descended. There, a spot seemed specially prepared for them, with soldiers stationed on guard.
"That's the Hao Yue Sect," the crowd murmured, their gazes fixed. At the place where these people landed, a flag fluttered in the wind, with several bold characters carved on it: Hao Yue Sect.
The Imperial Family had invited many geniuses, as well as some powerful sect forces from the Snow Moon Kingdom. Naturally, the Hao Yue Sect was among those invited.
The dignified leader was naturally the Sect Master of the Hao Yue Sect, Chu Qing.
"I heard that this time, two disciples of the Hao Yue Sect received invitations. The Eight Young Masters' Dapeng Gongzi goes without saying—no one knows how terrifying his strength is now. And Jiang Shan, a core disciple of the Hao Yue Sect, seems to have also stepped into the Mysterious Martial Realm and is among the invited geniuses."
Someone who saw the Hao Yue Sect members commented.
"What about Blade Young Master Leng Yue? I heard the Hao Yue Sect has another genius named Leng Yue, called the Blade Young Master. Although he's second among the core disciples, his talent is even more terrifying than Jiang Shan's. He will become a figure as powerful as the Young Masters in the future, hence the title Blade Young Master. I wonder if he came?"
"I've also heard of the Blade Young Master's name. It's said his blade is incredibly fast—when he draws it, the target dies. No one can dodge his blade. But there hasn't been any news of him for a long time. There are even rumors that the Blade Young Master Leng Yue has gone missing."
Two people below were discussing this, but they probably wouldn't know that the Blade Young Master Leng Yue would never appear before them again. Because the Blade Young Master had long since become a dead man, killed by Lin Feng.
This news was only known to a few and hadn't spread from the Imperial City, so it was perfectly normal for the crowd to be unaware.
"Snow is falling from the sky—it's the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa people arriving."
At that moment, someone's gaze turned to the distant sky. There, snow danced in the air, as if it were the depths of winter, and a chill spread through the heavens and earth.
At the same time, a group of figures walked on the snow, approaching. This group was naturally from the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa.
But what puzzled the crowd was that the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa had sent very few people, only a handful. How many knew that back in Tianluo Ancient City, a calamity caused by Lin Feng had led to the deaths of many Ice and Snow Mountain Villa experts, leaving their lives forever in Tianluo Ancient City?
"Luo Xia Sect! The Luo Xia Sect people have also arrived."
Another exclamation rang out from the crowd. The distant setting sun reflected off a group of figures, carrying a desolate, autumnal atmosphere. This group also arrived and took their place in the territory designated for them—the Luo Xia Sect's area.
"The Luo Xia Sect is located in a remote area and rarely interacts with the outside world. I didn't expect them to be invited this time, and even the Sect Master Gu Chunqiu came personally," said some older individuals who had seen Luo Xia Sect Master Gu Chunqiu before. The crowd's gazes all fell on the leader of the Luo Xia Sect, Gu Chunqiu. Among the many major sect forces, he was the most unfamiliar to them.
But the crowd noticed that Gu Chunqiu seemed to have a perpetually gloomy face, as if something was troubling him.
Like the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa, the Luo Xia Sect had suffered losses because Wu Gang had offended Lin Feng back in Tianluo Ancient City, leading to the deaths of all the Luo Xia Sect experts who had gone there to compete for the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron. Could Gu Chunqiu be happy?
He had been fixated on Lin Feng all along. Later, he led his men to attack Tianluo Ancient City, but by then, the city was filled with nothing but corpses, eerie and terrifying. Gu Chunqiu thought Lin Feng had died as well. But later, Lin Feng's name spread from the Imperial City and reached Gu Chunqiu's ears.
This time, Gu Chunqiu had come to the Imperial City for one very important reason: to kill Lin Feng.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded. The Snow Moon Holy Academy, the Heavenly One Academy, the Yue Family, the Yu Family, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect all arrived one after another. Naturally, they also had their designated spots on the banks of the Xiang River.
The major forces occupied the central area of the Xiang River's banks. In the middle of their positions, a large open space remained, but the only sound filling that vast space was the gurgling flow of the Xiang River's waters.
From the direction of the Snow Moon Holy Academy, two figures shot into the air. Spreading their wings like a roc, they descended directly in front of the Hao Yue Sect crowd.
"Father."
Chu Zhanpeng brought Lin Qian before Chu Qing and called out.
"Zhanpeng, this time, do you understand what you need to do?" Chu Qing looked at Chu Zhanpeng and spoke.
"Rest assured, Father. Even if Lin Feng hadn't killed Leng Yue, I would still kill him regardless," Chu Zhanpeng said, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Lin Feng must die.
At the same time, among the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa crowd, a nearly identical conversation was taking place. So many of their experts had died in Tianluo Ancient City. With this opportunity, how could the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa not instruct Falling Snow Young Master to kill Lin Feng?
They all wanted Lin Feng dead. The Hao Yue Sect and Ice and Snow Mountain Villa felt this way, as did the Luo Xia Sect, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and the Yu Family.
In truth, back when the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed by the combined forces of various major sects, the enmity between Lin Feng and them was already sealed. Even without everything that happened later, this debt of blood would have to be settled sooner or later.
PS: There are so few flowers today. Brothers, do you still have any flowers to give?