Chapter 1011: Qiu Clan’s Attitude
“There are still traces of Silver Wing light over there. It seems Qiu Junluo should still be alive,” said the Venerable at that moment, gazing at the void. There, a faint silver radiance remained—a mark left by the Silver Wing tearing through the void. The wing was so sharp that its passage through the air left residual traces.
“Mm. Qiu Junluo’s bloodline power is not weak either, and with his Silver Wing Battle Soul, his defensive power is extremely terrifying. It’s basically impossible for Lin Feng to kill him. There should have been a great battle here. Lin Feng was injured, and Qiu Junluo pursued him,” Yang Zilan speculated. Seeing the trail left by the Silver Wing as it cut through the void, he felt somewhat relieved. Qiu Junluo wasn’t dead, and instead of returning, he had summoned them—only one possibility remained: he was chasing Lin Feng.
“Let’s go take a look. That Lin Feng doesn’t know his place. He even dared to covet my Yang Clan’s Void Ship—courting death!” With a thought, the Void Ship tore through the sky, chasing after the trail left by the Silver Wing.
However, halfway through the pursuit, Yang Zilan noticed that the silver light in the void suddenly vanished, as if it had been forcibly severed. This made his eyes flicker with doubt and speculation.
“What do you think?” Yang Zilan asked the Venerable beside him.
The Venerable’s eyes gleamed, and a cold expression appeared on his face. “There’s no aura of battle, but the trail is abruptly cut off. That leaves only one possibility: the battle ended right there. From this point on, Qiu Junluo deliberately severed the traces of his departure.”
“Oh?” Yang Zilan’s expression tightened, and his face gradually darkened.
“You mean Qiu Junluo deliberately lured us here and created a false impression, but in reality, he did this himself?” Yang Zilan said coldly.
“Based on these traces, that’s the only possibility. The Void Ship, a thousand Essence Crystals, plus the sword and other treasures on Lin Feng—it would be hard for Qiu Junluo not to be tempted,” the Venerable said indifferently. If the traces were truly left by Qiu Junluo, then his guess might be correct. However, they would never imagine that the one who left the Silver Wing marks in the void was not Qiu Junluo at all.
Hearing the Venerable’s words, Yang Zilan’s face grew even uglier. What a Qiu Junluo—he even tried to create a false impression.
“Should we search the area?” Yang Ziye said coldly.
“No need. Qiu Junluo isn’t stupid; he must have timed it well,” the Venerable said coldly. Yang Zilan nodded. “Since we know it’s him, we can settle this account slowly.”
With that, he moved his mind, and the Void Ship turned around and departed.
After they left, among the scattered figures in the distance, one person slowly raised his head. It was Lin Feng. He had been right under Yang Zilan’s nose, merely wearing a different face.
Reaching up to remove the mask from his face, Lin Feng’s eyes gleamed with a cold light. It seemed that the ones who most wanted to kill him were indeed Yang Zilan and his sister. Their hearts were truly vicious.
“Since you believe Lin Feng is dead, then Lin Feng will be dead for now,” he thought with a cold sneer. Framing Qiu Junluo seemed like a good idea. Let them go settle accounts with the Qiu Clan.
With a thought, silver light burst forth, and the Silver Wing spread open.
“Nine Dragons Heaven Devour, swallow the demon dragon’s blood, merge with the demon dragon’s soul. Now my martial soul is even more domineering. Devour souls, serve me!”
The wings flapped slowly, and Lin Feng’s body soared upward. With a thought, the wings cut through the void, heading into the distance.
After Yang Zilan returned, he deliberately spread word of Qiu Junluo’s actions. The message, of course, was that Qiu Junluo, greedy for the Void Ship Lin Feng had obtained, had killed Lin Feng, taken the ship, and left alone. Meanwhile, the other clan disciples who had gone with Qiu Junluo had died mysteriously.
Thus, Lin Feng’s death had nothing to do with the Yang Clan—it was Qiu Junluo’s greed for the Void Ship that led him to act on his own. Furthermore, Qiu Junluo was suspected of killing the clan disciples who had accompanied him. Qiu Junluo’s days would not be easy.
This news stirred some ripples, becoming a topic of occasional discussion. Of course, Qiu Junluo and Lin Feng were not figures of great importance, so they were soon forgotten. Most people’s attention remained on the recruitment of Martial Emperor’s Disciples by the Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, with only a few days left.
Now, in Heavenly Realm City, true powerhouses had gathered. Many disciples of great families had arrived, such as the Yang Clan, Qiu Clan, and Lin Clan from the Northern Wasteland. Besides the Northern Wasteland, other regions of the Eight Wastelands Realm had also seen terrifying families and powerful forces appear, such as the Ye Clan from the Western Wasteland and the Man Clan from the Eastern Wasteland. Apart from these families and forces, several emperors from the Eight Wastelands Realm had sent disciples to offer congratulations on the Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor recruiting Martial Emperor’s Disciples.
In addition, powerful independent cultivators from various regions, along with the crowds of Heavenly Realm City and those from the Eight Wastelands Realm who had come to observe, were arriving one after another. A grand event was about to unfold in the Northern Wasteland.
After Qiu Yuexin came out of Heavenly Realm Lake, her face remained icy cold—so cold that no one dared approach her.
Her family was the Qiu Clan, and Lin Feng was an unknown martial cultivator. Qiu Yuexin didn’t need to think to know that her grandfather would never agree to this. They believed that with Qiu Yuexin’s beauty and powerful talent, combined with the Qiu Clan’s background, if she were to marry, her man should at least be a dazzling young figure from the Northern Wasteland, with a strong background to match. Only then would it be considered a proper match.
Otherwise, the Qiu Clan would lose face. Especially when, at the end of this grand event, Xuanyuan Potian would likely win the seat of the Heavenly Martial Realm’s top disciple. He would then publicly ask the Martial Emperor to officiate his marriage proposal to Yang Ziye of the Yang Clan. The Yang Clan’s status was equal to the Qiu Clan’s, and Qiu Yuexin surpassed Yang Ziye in both beauty and strength—only Yang Ziye’s bloodline was special. If Qiu Yuexin of the Qiu Clan married an unknown nobody, the contrast with Xuanyuan Potian, the Heavenly Martial Realm’s top disciple, would be too great. The Qiu Clan would surely be mocked.
By the side of Heavenly Realm Lake, a dignified-looking old man sat fishing, motionless. No one knew what he was thinking.
“Have the third son come see me,” the old man said at that moment. A figure in the darkness vanished instantly.
Before long, Qiu Yuexin’s third uncle arrived at the lakeside and approached the old man, calling out, “Father!”
“Third son, what do you think of this matter?” the old man asked Qiu Yuexin’s third uncle.
“Father, our Qiu Clan stands proudly in the Northern Wasteland, never weaker than any other family. Now that the Yang Clan is about to form an alliance with the Xuanyuan Clan, how can Yuexin, a genius of our branch, marry an ordinary man? That would make our uncles and elders laugh their teeth out,” Qiu Yuexin’s third uncle said coldly. In the Northern Wasteland, every family had complex internal power struggles, like the roots of an old tree. Each branch wanted to become the strongest and control the whole tree. Their branch was no different.
“Yuexin is stubborn. She has always been cold as ice, showing no favor to any young master from the great families. Now, for some unknown reason, she has taken a liking to an ordinary man. With her temperament, changing her mind is impossible,” the old man sighed, as if implying something.
“Father, do you mean…” Qiu Yuexin’s third uncle’s voice turned cold, and a faint, barely perceptible killing intent emanated from him.
“Go. It’s best if Yuexin doesn’t know it was you.”
Hearing this, Qiu Yuexin’s third uncle revealed a slight smile. “Father, I took the liberty of setting up a killing plan before sending Yuexin to Heavenly Realm Lake. Not only me, but people from the Yang Clan are also involved.”
The old man frowned slightly, then shook his head. “Very well. I’ll have the second son come. If it succeeds, given Yuexin’s temperament, she’ll need some comforting. If it fails, then do as I just said. Go.”
“Yes, Father!” Qiu Yuexin’s third uncle nodded slightly and vanished. With so many cultivators at the Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm lying in ambush for Lin Feng, and even the Yang Clan’s involvement, how could Lin Feng possibly survive? He was already ready to watch the show!