IS Chapter 129

Miao’s saber broke through the air, and Yuan Tai recalled his immortal sword to fight against this unparalleled immortal artifact.

In an instant, they engaged in close combat. Feng Huai only had Yuan Tai in his eyes, completely disregarding defense, as if he wouldn’t hesitate even if crushed to death by the immortal sword. However, the immortal sword was huge and slow to defend. As soon as they exchanged blows, Yuan Tai became wary.

From afar, it hadn’t seemed like much, but now, amidst a blood-like maple forest, the autumn wind howled, and the saber light was as fierce and vast as the desert. This young man named “Feng Huai” was unlike their Ye Zhuo, the Second Palace Master known for his swordsmanship, who was cold and ruthless. Instead, he was like a blood-stained mechanical puppet, following orders to the letter. Every action was only for the sole purpose of killing Yuan Tai; everything else, he completely ignored.

Immediately, the immortal cultivators surged forward, attacking in groups as previously discussed, seeking his flaws.

After all, a puppet was not a living person. Facing such an immortal artifact that was impervious to blades and magic, their greatest reliance was human intellect.

At this moment, Yuan Tai and Feng Huai were in the center, supported by the sword cultivators, followed by the martial cultivators, and assisted by the rest from the sides, making it quite lively.

Feng Huai knocked down the first martial cultivator blocking his path, then stepped on the tip of a sword and leaped up, breaking through the joint barrier of the crowd at a tricky angle. He passed several people, and the saber light slashed down at Yuan Tai again. Yuan Tai obviously did not want to take it head-on, but instead activated other magic weapons for defense.

“Dao Sect Master, you are still somewhat lacking in body refinement.” Lin Zhu said.

Feng Jiang did not speak to him.

Yuan Tai no longer steered the immortal artifact to attack the great formation. Sect Master Lin’s side seemed to have lessened the pressure, and he could even make sarcastic remarks.

Receiving no response, Lin Zhu looked in Feng Jiang’s direction and saw Feng Jiang with his arms crossed, looking at Feng Huai’s figure in the sky, his eyes like a hawk, as if trying to discern something from him.

Looking in other directions, he saw several acquaintances from the alchemist and physician sects gathered together. Perhaps they held their status too high to attack a junior, or perhaps alchemists and physicians really couldn’t do much. At this time, they were outside the battle, not knowing what they were talking about.

What else could they say? Lin Zhu knew these people well. The alchemist and physician sects often found themselves in situations where one family lacked medicinal herbs and the other sought alchemy. If they couldn’t cure someone themselves, they would seek help from their masters or ancestors, or pass it on to another family. If they couldn’t resolve a poison, they would attribute it to ancient times. In the end, everyone was connected by a thread.

Who exactly was the Fourth Palace Master of the Micro-Snow Palace? There had been no definitive conclusion for years. Even he himself only had vague guesses. The “Feng Huai” who suddenly appeared today was also a new face to the immortal cultivators. But once the name of the Zhu family of the Southern Border was mentioned, along with the rare mention of twins, the whole story became clear to these old fogeys in an instant.

“The Zhu family has a long heritage. Speaking of which, they are a great family with thousands of years of accumulation.”

“That’s a thing of the past. Later, when the Demonic Sect was destroyed and the path of trickery declined, the Zhu family, who were originally both righteous and evil, went into seclusion in the valley and no longer asked about the affairs of the world. Therefore, little news was spread. However, among us, there are probably still a few who know about their affairs.”

“This… I can’t say I don’t know. I vaguely heard an old friend from the Southern Border mention that the Zhu family head and his Dao companion were obsessed with ancient secret arts and had no disciples or children in their lives. Later, they rescued a child and adopted him as their first disciple, teaching him medical skills. A few years later, they suddenly had a pair of twins. Thinking about it now, they are these two young men.”

“I heard a friend mention it.”

An old voice said, “Indeed, it is these two. Among the twins, the older brother is named Wu Yang, who cultivates both medicine and poison and is gifted. The younger brother is named Wu You, but he doesn’t seem to have the Zhu family’s bloodline. He has no aptitude for the path of alchemy and medicine, but he is a cultivation genius who entered the Dao through martial arts. Back then, I thought it was really the best of both worlds. Unexpectedly, the next news I heard was that the Zhu family had disappeared and the valley was empty. Alas, seeing these two young men today can be considered a glimmer of hope.”

As the old man spoke, he glanced at Elder Wu Huan in the distance, who was standing alone with a pale face. “With such twins, that previous adopted son is not so prominent. Therefore, no one thought about Elder Wu Huan’s origins.”

Physicians all loved to name themselves after medicinal herbs. Which of their sects didn’t have one or two named Wu Huan?

“Brother Bai Zhu, what do you think of the family feud that the Fourth Palace Master mentioned earlier?”

The old man Bai Zhu coughed and said, “After all, he is an elder of the Upper Purity Mountain, so it’s hard to say.”

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. “Back then, I went to Tianxing Valley to deliver a letter seeking help to treat a friend, so I had this understanding. Speaking of which, the relationship between the twins seemed distant and not good. On the contrary, they both respected their adopted senior brother very much. Thinking about it now, there’s something strange about it.”

“The two bottles of poison from the Fourth Palace Master, Brother Bai Zhu, you saw them from a distance. What do you think of their quality?”

The old man Bai Zhu, who was asked, smiled and said, “One is to test his skills, and the other is to test people’s hearts. It can’t be said, it can’t be said.”

After a few rounds, Real Person Yuan Tai was already at a disadvantage. Glancing at those old fogeys who usually closed their doors to refine pills and grow herbs and were wishy-washy, not only did they not come to help, but they even found an open space to watch from the sidelines, even whispering to each other. A fire truly rose in his heart.

Yuan Tai glanced at the western horizon, forced out a drop of blood from his heart, and drove the immortal sword straight into the high sky. He joined forces with the Dao Sect’s First Elder and Third Elder, two Transcending Tribulation Real People, to form a encirclement, trapping Feng Huai in it.

“Can he do it?” Lin Zhu asked concerned.

Feng Jiang: “He won’t die.”

“Back then,” Lin Zhu said softly, “how did he survive?”

“A coincidence, I guess.” Feng Jiang said, “It was too sudden.”

It was too sudden.

The spiritual mist in the Misty Valley turned into an unsolvable deadly poison. The corpse puppets guarding the sect all showed blood poison patterns, lost control and went mad, eating people.

Overnight, the entire Tianxing Valley was a river of blood. All the disciples were slaughtered and dismembered, and buried in the bellies of the corpse puppets.

Feng Jiang stared deeply at the figure holding the saber in the sky.

The Southern Border was desolate and hot. Ah Huai’s saber was also like the Southern Border.

He suddenly said, “I used to treat him very badly.”

Twins should be connected by blood and have a telepathic connection. Later, Feng Jiang walked through the world and saw other twins and dragon-phoenix twins. Most of them were very good.

In fact, Wu You was also very good to him. Whatever he got, he would give it to him first. When he went to the deep mountains to collect medicine, Wu You would always silently guard him not far away.

Sometimes, he would casually throw a few bottles of body refining potion to him. When he improved, others asked, and he would smile shyly, lowering his head and saying that his second brother had refined the medicine to help him.

In fact, what use could those potions have? They were things that had been accumulated from leftover scraps throughout the year. He just randomly pieced them together because throwing them away would be a waste.

It seemed that the younger brother was born with a heart that could turn a blind eye to his older brother, but the more the older brother saw him like this, the more annoyed he became.

“Actually, I was jealous of him.” Feng Jiang said, “I am narrow-minded. Sometimes, he was so radiant that I found him dazzling.”

When they were young, it was actually very good. He knew hundreds of herbs and smelled hundreds of poisons from a young age, but Wu You couldn’t learn it. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t learn it. He was the older brother, so naturally he could take care of him. He would teach him again every day.

Later, when it came time to guide Qi into the body. From the senior brother teaching the formulas and essentials, to successfully guiding Qi into the body, Zhu Wu You only used a few hours.

Even in famous orthodox sects and immortal great sects, only a genius could do such a thing. The entire Tianxing Valley was shaken.

But he himself used two months to complete the first step.

This human world was not large, but there were also hundreds or thousands of sects, with a dazzling array of paths.

Alchemy, medicine, tools, and poison were all said to be indispensable, but to be honest, who wouldn’t want to wield a sword in the sky and roam freely?

Who wouldn’t want to ask about the Dao of Heaven and cultivate longevity? Who wouldn’t want to prove the True Martial and save the world?

Therefore, back then, in his view, even though the Zhu family of Tianxing Valley was known for its medicine and poison, Zhu Wu You was still the most dazzling one.

When Zhu Wu Yang was building up his cultivation bit by bit with one medicine after another, one furnace of pills after another, Zhu Wu You had already broken through several realms like a hot knife through butter. When he followed his mother to learn how to refine corpse puppets as a means of force, Zhu Wu You could already lead a saber into the depths of the Southern Border, slay demons and return in complete victory.

The materials he brought back were happily divided among everyone, like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding Zhu Wu You.

At that time, he stood at the edge of the crowd, feeling bored.

Wu Huan seemed to know what he was thinking and always comforted him in a warm voice, saying that his medical and poison skills were also a peerless genius. Every time he heard this, he felt relieved a little. Then, Zhu Wu You would appear out of nowhere and stuff a storage bag to him in a place where no one was around.

Inside were some Ganoderma lucidum herbs and demon beast meat that were not distributed to others, but only left for him.

Zhu Wu Yang always accepted the things without a word and turned to go back to his room.

“Just now I heard you say that you guys reconciled.”

“Oh.” Feng Jiang turned to Lin Zhu, his eyes were dark, like a waning moon.

“That’s because, later, something happened.”

In fact, when he was most frustrated, Feng Jiang had thought that it would have been better if Zhu Wu You had never existed.

Therefore, he was also not very clear. In the instant that everything suddenly happened, when his mother burned her whole spirit essence and knocked him out of the valley, when he landed on the ground, why he didn’t escape outwards, but turned back and went in the direction of Wu You’s closed-door cultivation.