Chapter 120 No Turning Back (Two-in-One Extra)

Lin Du stood up expressionlessly, and under the gaze of Mo Lin and Ju Yuan's angry and confused eyes, he bowed to the head of the Feixing Sect, "Tao Xian is dead, and I promised to take care of his affairs after his death. What do you think, head master?"

The leader of the Feixing Sect had already been thinking about taking care of Yin Zhong's funeral, so he nodded without saying a word.

"It's a pity that Yin Zhong's ghost has dispersed, and his accomplices and the person who set the curse can't be found."

Feng Yi spoke before Ju Yuan, "Yeah, it's true. It was just the last step, but it's a pity that it has become an unsolved case."

She pressed Lin Du's shoulders and said, "It's okay. There will always be opportunities in the future. We may not be unable to find those evil ghosts from the outside world."

Lin Du suddenly became weak again, coughed a few times, and tugged at Feng Yi's sleeves, "Senior Sister, I'm hungry."

Feng Yi patted her head lovingly, "I forgot. It's already afternoon. I'll take you to eat something delicious later."

The head of the Feixing Sect suddenly came to his senses, "It's a rare opportunity for you all from the Wushang Sect to come here. I haven't even fulfilled my duty as a host, but I've made you all laugh at my sect. I'm really sorry."

"Well... this is Elder Jin Chen. He will entertain you and let you taste the special spiritual food of our Feixing Sect."

He looked at Lin Du with a smile, and found that the child took out a spirit beast bag and was struggling to put Tao Xian's body into it. His eyelids jumped in surprise.

Why do people from the Supreme Sect use magical instruments in such a mess? Is this how the spirit beast bag is used?

Lin Du put the body away and turned to look at Shao Fei who had just woken up on the ground.

Feng Yi understood, "We are here to escort your sect's evil disciples. I wonder what the Sect Master is going to do with them?"

"This Yin Zhong was originally in charge of the outer sect. I think he deliberately let those two evil people in," the head of the Feixing Sect said, shaking his head and sighing, "I am really ashamed that I trusted this person wrongly."

"Master, what are you talking about? It's just that Yin Zhong is good at pretending to be kind, and he has the support of those civilian disciples. Who knew that he was actually an evil ghost under the human skin, and he even schemed against his own disciples. It's true that evil ghosts have no human heart..."

The elders began to talk about the aftermath of the incident and listed Yin Zhong’s past mistakes.

Inside the messy golden palace, several people from the Supreme Sect huddled together, and the elders surrounded the sect leader and confronted the Supreme Sect. Only one person stood alone, with a look of helplessness on his upright face.

Outside the Golden Temple, fifteen crude tablets are still standing. There is a lot of mist in the mountains of southern Yunnan. Compared with the colorful Golden Temple, the rough wooden tablets are blended into the mountain mist. It is clear that the tablets are standing in clusters, but their shadows reveal a sense of loneliness.

It was at this time that Lin Du spoke up, "So what should we do with Shao Fei?"

"Now that her foundation is damaged and her life is about to end, she should give up her cultivation and go down the mountain to do menial work." The head of the Feixing Sect paused, "I wonder what Master Feng Yi thinks?"

Feng Yi nodded, "We have already punished those who should be punished, and the Feixing Sect will naturally make the decision on the disciples of the Feixing Sect."

Lin Du nodded, "In that case, we will remove the forbidden soul buckle."

The cost of a soul-binding buckle is not cheap. Yan Ye designed several shackles himself, and the consumable materials are also extremely precious. If they are recycled, Junding Mansion can last for another thousand years.

She walked over and calmly raised her hand to unlock the soul-binding buckle with her spiritual power.

Mo Lin scratched his head, thinking, "Besides those who have worked in Junding Mansion, is there anyone else who knows the solution to this forbidden soul buckle? And why is this hand method different from what I learned?"

"The Soul-Banned Buckle was designed by her master." Feng Yi crossed his arms, "You learned it when you were working in Junding Prefecture."

Lin Du's teaching is first-hand, without the middleman's price difference, it is estimated to be the most original solution.

Mo Lin gestured for a while, his fingers almost cramped, and he turned around and whispered, "I think I know why this hand gesture has been improved."

Lin Du untied the two soul-forbidden buckles and threw them to Ju Yuan.

Ju Yuan looked at her innocently and asked, "Why give it to me?"

"Weren't you punished and sent to Junding Prefecture to settle the account?" Lin Du looked at him innocently, "Is it settled?"

Ju Yuan accepted the forbidden spirit buckle with tears in his eyes, "No, I still have to buy spring seeds."

As soon as Shao Fei's soul-binding buckle was removed, the leader of the Feixing Sect sent a stream of force flying up and calmly poured into Shao Fei's head. The meridians that had been opened after wasting many days and enduring much pain were easily destroyed again by that light force, which burned and destroyed everything all the way to Shao Fei's dantian.

The meridians are destroyed and there is no turning back.

The elder of the Punishment Hall looked down at Shao Fei and said, "Follow me."

Shao Fei felt severe pain all over his body, but he couldn't utter a word. He stood up numbly and followed the elder's steps.

A group of people followed the elders out of the Golden Hall. Before the dozen or so tablets were stepped over, a spiritual force rolled them all up high.

It’s Mo Lin.

His spiritual bones have not healed, but his spiritual power can be mobilized.

Mo Lin calmly collected the tablet and carefully placed it in a storage bag.

The mountain wind blew the bottoms of everyone's robes gently. Flocks of spirit birds flew across the sky, crying miserably. When people looked over, they saw that they were a group of changelings.

It is said that it is the incarnation of the soul of a destroyed country, and it will cry when a disaster is about to happen.

Lin Du suddenly turned around and glanced at Lin Yuan who was standing there in a daze.

The young man stood there alone, seemingly in a state of madness due to the overwhelming impact.

When a tree falls, monkeys scatter; when people leave, the tea gets cold; the magnificent golden palace is in ruins and will soon welcome a new owner.

The people from the Supreme Sect were taken to the small pavilion on the second floor of the dining hall by the elders of the Feixing Sect. Although two of them no longer needed food to survive, the three teenagers were still crying for food.

"There are only three of us. There's no need to serve so many dishes. They're all precious spiritual food. It would be embarrassing." Feng Yi smiled and was polite to the elder.

"Of course not. We are so lucky to be the host, and we are entertaining distinguished guests from the Supreme Sect. The people in the kitchen wish they could have a few more hands so that everyone can have a taste of the food."

"The food is simple, I hope you won't mind."

While the elders were all being polite, the three younger ones who were actually eating had already started.

Elder Jin Chen turned around and found that half of the 18 dishes on the table were empty. His pupils twitched and he subconsciously looked at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin happened to look up. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Excuse me... can I have more rice?"

Elder Jin Chen struggled to find his voice again, "Yes, yes, I'll ask the kitchen to bring a bowl of rice over."

Mo Lin glanced at Xia Tianwu and Lin Du, "How about... three pots?"

Feng Yi closed his eyes and gave a stiff polite smile, "The child is still young and growing. He just recovered from a serious illness and ate more. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"No, no, it's good news, it's good news." Elder Jinchen didn't know what to say anymore. He turned around and stood up hastily to ask people to add more rice.

Ju Yuan whispered, "You guys should be more restrained. We are guests at someone else's house."

Feng Yi exposed him directly, "When you participated in the Zhongzhou competition before, you asked Guiyuan Sect to give you a bucket of rice. Why didn't you hold back at that time?"

Ju Yuan shrank his head and said nothing.

Lin Du didn't have a good appetite today. He ate three small bowls of rice, put down his chopsticks, and glanced at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi lowered her eyes and smiled, "You've already set up the formation, why are you in such a hurry? Eat more."

Lin Du sighed and added another bowl of rice, "What if?"

Even though she included Tao Xian in the calculations, she was still afraid.

Afraid of miscalculating again.

In the evening, Shao Fei was washing her clothes numbly amidst the scolding and reproaches from a group of servants. Seeing that she was new, had been punished, and had no manners, these people openly assigned all the work to her.

"Let's go, it's time for dinner. That evil cultivator won't be allowed to eat until he finishes his work. Everyone else, go to the dining hall and eat."

A group of people left in a hurry, leaving only Shao Fei.

The robe of a disciple decorated with seven stars fell in front of Shao Fei. She slowly raised her head and met a face she had only met once.

"Come with me." The man spoke in a clear and gentle voice.

Shao Fei was stunned for a moment, then heard the man continue, "I'll take you out of the sect."

The West Street in Yunxiao City was deserted. At dusk, many shops had already closed their stalls. Two new customers came into the blacksmith shop at the end of the alley, and the wooden door was quickly put up, indicating that the shop was about to close.

Shao Fei felt a little uneasy, "Why did you bring me here?"

"What?" The man smiled softly, "I came to you to get something."

A piece of junk should always be used to its final value.

Shao Fei keenly sensed the murderous intent in the man's eyes and subconsciously wanted to run away. He grabbed an iron hammer placed next to the table, which was easily removed by the man.

The young man broke the man's hand easily, and another person in the blacksmith shop watched the scene silently.

"He's dead? You're not suspected?"

"He was blinded by power, but I wasn't." The young man knocked Shao Fei unconscious with a palm. "That kid's luck is still a little shallow. Shao Fei, who got out by taking advantage of the situation, can't even get into the Supreme Sect, let alone touch the spiritual bones."

He squatted down and reached one hand into Shao Fei's dantian without hindrance, but his face soon changed.

The cold power wrapped around the young man's arm like a poisonous snake.

The wooden door that had just been sealed was violently kicked open, and a smiling voice sounded behind the young man, "Young Taoist Priest Lin Yuan, what are you doing?"

Lin Yuan turned around in surprise and saw three people standing neatly outside the wooden door.

They were the three disciples from the Supreme Sect who were supposed to be taken by the sect elders to tour the Feixing Sect.

The young man in the middle was holding a string of sugar paintings. He bit off the head of a phoenix or a pheasant and smiled at Lin Yuan. "Can you still withstand the Gu Sect's curse?"