"Elder Liu, what's going on? How did the Ming Cult become like this?"
Liu Qisheng looked around to make sure no one was around before whispering, "Now is not the time to talk. You should leave now and don't go back to the Ming Cult unless necessary."
Xiao Feng frowned, alarm bells ringing in his mind.
"Elder Liu, what exactly happened? Why are you sending me away?"
Liu Qisheng sighed, his brow furrowed. "Sigh, things are much more complicated than you think."
He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "It's because Su Mo's behavior has been very unusual lately."
"Su Mo?" Xiao Feng was even more confused: "What happened to him?"
Liu Qisheng's expression was solemn as he lowered his voice and said, "She has locked herself in the forbidden room for a long time and refuses to see anyone. Now all affairs within the Ming Cult are being handled by the High Priest and Wu Hai."
Xiao Feng was startled: "Why didn't anyone tell me about something this big?"
Liu Qisheng said with a wry smile, "Where else would there be a chance to inform you? What's worse, a couple of days ago Su Mo actually had the High Priest and Wu Hai send out notices to other sects, demanding that they submit to the Ming Cult, or else they would take strong measures."
We can't just come to the Ming Cult and leave like this; there are some things that need to be investigated thoroughly.
Xiao Feng turned and walked towards the gate of the Ming Cult.
"What exactly is my godfather hiding?" Xiao Feng pondered to himself. "The recent strangeness of the Ming Cult, Su Mo's unusual behavior, and my godfather's sudden change in attitude towards me—all of these must be connected."
He carefully infiltrated the Ming Cult, using the moonlight to navigate the intricate buildings.
Finally, he heard a familiar voice.
It was Wu Hai speaking.
Xiao Feng held his breath and hid behind a thick pillar.
In the dim light, he saw Wu Hai talking to a man dressed in black robes.
The man in black robes had his back to Xiao Feng, but Xiao Feng could sense a powerful aura emanating from him.
"Who is this person?" Xiao Feng frowned.
The black-robed man's deep voice rang out: "Wu Hai, how is the mission assigned by the master progressing? When will the Ming Cult be able to complete the incorporation of the other sects?"
Wu Hai respectfully replied, "My lord, things are proceeding according to plan. Soon, the Ming Cult will become the most powerful force, at the Lord's disposal."
The man in black snorted coldly: "I hope so. If it cannot be completed quickly, you should know the consequences."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and an invisible pressure caused the surrounding air to freeze.
Cold sweat beaded on Wu Hai's forehead, but he still tried to remain calm: "Please rest assured, sir, I will do my utmost to live up to your trust."
Xiao Feng was dumbfounded.
"My godfather has a master behind him? Isn't he loyal to Su Mo? What's going on here?"
Countless questions flashed through his mind, and the shock in his heart lingered for a long time.
Just then, the man in black robes suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing through the darkness and pointing directly at where Xiao Feng was hiding.
"Who's there?" he shouted angrily. "Get out here!"
Xiao Feng was startled. Before he could react, the man in black robes waved his hand, and countless sharp ice blades suddenly condensed in the air, shooting towards him with a whooshing sound.
"Not good!" Xiao Feng hurriedly dodged, barely avoiding the fatal blow.
The icy blades grazed past, leaving deep scratches on the stone pillar, exuding a chilling aura.
Knowing he could no longer hide, Xiao Feng took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the pillar.
He looked directly at Wu Hai: "Godfather, who is this? What are you talking about?"
Wu Hai's face darkened: "Xiao Feng, don't meddle in things you shouldn't, and don't ask questions you shouldn't. This is not something you should know."
Xiao Feng clenched his fists, looking at Wu Hai in disbelief: "Godfather, you've changed. What exactly are you plotting behind my back?"
Wu Hai sneered: "Xiao Feng, you are still too young. This world is never black and white. Sometimes, for the greater good, we must go with the flow."
The man in black robes looked coldly at Xiao Feng: "Wu Hai, deal with him. We can't let him leave the Ming Cult alive."
Wu Hai paused slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
He looked at Xiao Feng, and the old father-son bond stirred within him.
But in an instant, Wu Hai's eyes turned cold again.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Yes, sir."
The man in black robes nodded in satisfaction, then vanished into the night in a flash.
Just as he turned around, Xiao Feng spotted a familiar object.
The jade pendant hanging on the waist of the man in black robes was exactly the same as the black jade pendant left behind by the man in black who abducted Ouyang Mingyue!
"Wait!" Xiao Feng exclaimed, instinctively wanting to chase after them.
However, Wu Hai blocked his way, a sharp dagger appearing in his hand at some point.
Wu Hai handed the dagger to Xiao Feng, his tone carrying a subtle, complex emotion: "Xiao Feng, if you know what's good for you, you should end it all yourself."
Xiao Feng stared at the gleaming dagger, his heart churning with indescribable emotions.
He looked up and stared directly into Wu Hai's eyes: "Godfather, are you really going to abandon the bond between father and son so easily?"
A flicker of pain crossed Wu Hai's eyes, but he quickly regained his coldness: "Xiao Feng, you know too much. In this world, there are some things that are better left unknown."
"Then I'd rather die knowing the truth!" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Father, who exactly are you working for? Who is that man in black robes?"
Wu Hai did not answer, but just stared coldly at Xiao Feng.
The tense atmosphere in the air almost froze.
Suddenly, Xiao Feng rapidly formed hand seals, and spiritual energy surged around him.
A huge blue ice crystal condensed above his head, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
The ice crystals grew larger and larger, freezing the surrounding air and producing a faint crackling sound.
A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Hai's eyes, clearly not expecting Xiao Feng's cultivation to have reached such a level.
But he quickly calmed down and drew a strange symbol in front of his chest with his hands.
Suddenly, black flames erupted around Wu Hai, and the shape of a skull could be vaguely seen within the flames, emanating a chilling aura.
The power of this spell far exceeded Xiao Feng's imagination.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The ice crystals shattered, transforming into countless sharp ice spikes that rained down on Wu Hai.
Wherever it went, space was torn apart, leaving behind streaks of white cracks.
Not to be outdone, Wu Hai unleashed a torrent of black flames that clashed violently with the ice spikes in mid-air.
With a deafening roar, the forces of ice and fire collided, unleashing a thunderous explosion.
The blinding light illuminated the entire floating island, and the powerful energy fluctuations stirred up violent shockwaves that uprooted the surrounding trees.
As the dust settled, Wu Hai barely dodged the fatal blow, but a bloody gash still appeared on his shoulder.
He glared at Xiao Feng and shouted angrily, "Xiao Feng! Do you really want to kill your godfather?"
Xiao Feng sneered, his eyes filled with disappointment: "Didn't you also want to kill your adopted son?"
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