When the high priest said this, his brows were so furrowed that they looked as if they could trap a fly.
His voice trembled slightly, clearly shocked by Wu Hai's decision.
Upon hearing this, Wu Hai exuded a suffocating aura of violence, as if he were about to explode at any moment.
He snorted coldly, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and said disdainfully, "Hmph! How could I not know the stakes? But that Gan Feng, who has entered my Ming Cult today, has learned some things he shouldn't have known. He must die!"
Upon hearing this, the high priest looked puzzled and asked, "Poison King, what exactly did Gan Feng know that made you so resolute?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Hai flew into a rage.
He waved his hand impatiently and roared, "You don't need to ask any more questions, just do as I say! If you don't dare to lay a hand on me, then get out!"
The high priest trembled with fear at Wu Hai's sudden roar, his heart filled with grievance.
He sighed inwardly, thinking, "Alas, ever since the Poison King took over the position of sect leader, his temper has become increasingly volatile. He doesn't even respect me, an old minister. It's a pity I dare not disobey his orders, otherwise I'm afraid I won't even be able to save my own life."
Left with no other choice, the high priest could only bow slightly and silently retreat.
After the high priest left, Wu Hai summoned his trusted confidants.
The confidant's figure was ghostly, as if it had emerged out of thin air from the shadows and appeared silently in front of Wu Hai.
He knelt on one knee and whispered, "Master, what are your orders?"
A cold glint flashed in Wu Hai's eyes as he coldly said, "Go and hunt down Gan Feng immediately. You must kill him without exception, leaving no one alive! If you fail to accomplish this, bring me your head!"
The trusted confidant accepted the order and vanished into the darkness like a black lightning bolt, leaving only a faint wisp of eerie wind.
After leaving the Ming Cult, Gan Feng immediately led his disciples to a forest, where he chanted incantations and rapidly formed hand seals.
As the movement caused ripples in the surrounding air, the ordinary leaf in her hand gradually emitted a faint light under the influence of the magic, and then transformed in the blink of an eye into a small and exquisite bird.
The bird had a soft glow around it, its feathers were like beautiful jade, and its eyes were bright and lively.
Gan Feng whispered, "Return to your sect immediately and report to your master truthfully. Everything is as he predicted."
The bird seemed to understand, flapping its wings and flying towards the direction of the immortal gate.
But Gan Feng hadn't gone far when a thick, inky black mist suddenly began to spread rapidly through the surrounding woods.
The fog was so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. Gan Feng was startled and quickly drew his sword. At the same time, he also told his junior brothers to be careful!
At this moment, a strange figure appeared indistinctly in the mist.
Before he could react, these figures pounced on his junior brothers like hungry wolves, who screamed in terror.
One by one, Gan Feng watched helplessly as his fellow apprentices fell.
Until all five of his fellow disciples who had come with him this time were killed.
You should know that these junior brothers were all very excited when they went down the mountain. They felt that being able to go down the mountain with their senior brothers to gain experience was an absolutely wonderful thing.
Now they're all dead!
"How could this happen?" Gan Feng's eyes widened in anger.
After dealing with Gan Feng's junior brothers, the figure slowly approached him, saying coldly and sinisterly, "Now, it's your turn."
At the critical moment of life and death, Gan Feng used the Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell technique, and the big tree next to him instantly transformed into his appearance, while he hid to the side.
The mysterious figure roared and pounced on "Ganfeng," striking the tree and breaking its branches.
Gan Feng seized the opportunity to flee desperately, but before he had gone far, a sheer cliff appeared ahead.
With the black figure relentlessly pursuing him behind him and a desperate situation before him, Gan Feng's eyes flashed with determination as he leaped off the cliff.
The figure chased to the edge of the cliff, conjuring a ferocious face, and roared at the precipice: "Damn the Immortal Sect!"
Meanwhile, in the mansion of that ethereal man, Xiao Feng, Zhao Yuwei, and Sima Yan had been settled for quite some time.
In the morning, a servant boy from the mansion hurriedly came to Xiao Feng and respectfully said, "Young Master Xiao, my master invites you to meet him."
The boy was dressed in a plain white robe, his face was young, yet he exuded a composure beyond his years.
He spoke with his eyes straight ahead and his manners were impeccable, clearly indicating that he was well-educated.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng nodded slightly, exchanged a glance with Zhao Yuwei and Sima Yan, and then followed the boy.
As the three walked along, they saw pavilions, terraces, rockeries, and flowing water within the mansion, all exuding an ethereal atmosphere that stirred their longing.
Arriving at a quiet courtyard, one sees pavilions and towers nestled among lush greenery, with a clear stream meandering by, its water tinkling melodiously.
Standing in the pavilion was a man dressed in a white robe, his clothes fluttering, and he was shrouded in a light white mist, like a banished immortal descending to earth.
Xiao Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "May I ask your esteemed name and where you are from?"
The man smiled slightly, his voice gentle and refined: "I am the city lord of Moyuan City, and this place is naturally Moyuan City."
He spoke with composure, and his every move exuded an air of detachment from worldly affairs.
Xiao Feng was startled upon hearing this.
It's the Lord of Moyuan City!
It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!
They actually entered Mo Yuan City!
Xiao Feng quickly knelt on one knee and earnestly said, "Lord Mo Yuan, I am Xiao Feng. Please tell me how to get to the East Sea coast."
The City Lord of Moyuan frowned slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
He stroked his long beard, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Finding the path to the East China Sea isn't difficult, but you'll need to kill someone for me."
As he said this, his gaze became deep and sharp.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng's expression changed, and he quickly said, "City Lord, although I am in a difficult situation, I cannot comply with the order to kill. Apart from this matter, I, Xiao Feng, will do my utmost for anything else."
The Lord of Moyuan City looked at Xiao Feng, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He then nodded and said, "Alright, since that's the case, I won't force you. However, I have one more condition: you must marry my daughter."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng was struck dumb, standing there stunned, his heart filled with shock.
Are you kidding me?
Marry his daughter?
The key point is that they've never even met.
He subconsciously glanced at Zhao Yuwei beside him, only to see her face turn pale instantly, and she was also looking at Xiao Feng in shock.
Xiao Feng was at a loss for words.
He looked at the Lord of Moyuan City, only to see the other man staring at him with deep eyes, as if waiting for a satisfactory answer.
"This..." Xiao Feng opened his mouth, but didn't know how to speak. He pondered to himself, "If I agree, wouldn't I be betraying Yuwei's feelings? But if I refuse, how will I know the path to the East Sea coast? This is truly a dilemma!"
Just as Xiao Feng hesitated, Zhao Yuwei suddenly stepped forward, suppressing her inner pain, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Feng, you... just agree. Our matter is important, personal feelings don't matter."
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