Turning against each other

Wu Hai took a deep breath, his tone laced with temptation: "Xiao Feng, stand with me in the same camp. Help me achieve great things, and you will surely have a great future!"

Xiao Feng shook his head: "Foster Father, you are not walking the Righteous Path. I would rather die than join you in your wickedness!"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Wu Hai's eyes, which then turned fierce.

He suddenly drew a dagger and stabbed himself fiercely in the shoulder! Blood immediately gushed out, staining his robe red.

"Xiao Feng!" Wu Hai roared: "How dare you injure me!"

Xiao Feng was stunned, not understanding why Wu Hai would injure himself.

But he quickly realized that Wu Hai was trying to frame him.

Just at this critical moment, a rush of hurried footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

Someone was coming!

Before long, the Ming Cult members rushed over one after another.

Among the crowd, a graceful figure cut through everyone like a sharp sword, and the first to arrive was Su Xueqing.

She wore a white dress as pure as snow, her brows revealing a stern righteousness, and her eyes were like lightning, scanning the entire scene.

"What happened?" Su Xueqing's cold voice rang out, her gaze moving back and forth between Xiao Feng and Wu Hai.

When she saw the wound on Wu Hai's shoulder, a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, then she turned to Xiao Feng, her voice carrying a hint of anxiety: "Xiao Feng, what exactly is going on?"

Xiao Feng opened his mouth, about to explain, but Wu Hai cut him off.

Wu Hai's face was pale, enduring the pain, and he said in a trembling voice: "Xueqing, I didn't expect Xiao Feng... He actually..."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to look at Xiao Feng with a sorrowful gaze.

"No, it's not like that!" Xiao Feng quickly argued: "Wu Hai injured himself!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Ming Cult Disciples were instantly in an uproar.

Someone sneered: "How ridiculous, how could Poison Emperor Sir injure himself?"

Another person echoed: "Exactly, Xiao Feng, your explanation is too absurd!"

Seeing the suspicion and hostility towards Xiao Feng growing by the day, Wu Hai was secretly pleased, but he put on a look of deep distress: "Everyone, apprehend Xiao Feng. Although I have always treated him as my own son, what happened today is truly..."

Xiao Feng's heart sank; he understood that Wu Hai was setting a trap for him.

If he resisted, he would confirm Wu Hai's accusation.

If he didn't act, he would fall under Wu Hai's control. Just as he was in a dilemma, a clear voice suddenly rang out.

"Stop!"

Su Xueqing suddenly took a step forward, radiating a chilling Aura.

Her eyes were like torches, scanning the restless Disciples.

"Anyone who dares to touch a single hair on Xiao Feng's head is an enemy of Su Xueqing!"

Everyone was intimidated by her Aura and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Su Xueqing seized the opportunity to come to Xiao Feng's side, her voice choked with emotion: "I can guarantee with my life that Xiao Feng absolutely could not have hurt Wu Hai! Wu Hai is his Foster Father!"

However, a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Su, if it wasn't Xiao Feng, then why is Poison Emperor Sir so insistent that it was Xiao Feng who did it? Could it be..."

The person dragged out his words, his eyes flashing with provocation: "Could it be that Poison Emperor Sir intentionally injured himself to frame Xiao Feng? And what would be his purpose in doing so?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell into a dead silence.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Xueqing and Xiao Feng, waiting for their answer.

Xiao Feng knew that it was time to tell the truth.

"That's right, Wu Hai injured himself!" Xiao Feng's voice was filled with grief and indignation: "And the Wu Hai right now is no longer the Foster Father I knew!"

Speaking of this, a hint of pain flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes.

"Rebellious!" Wu Hai suddenly roared, interrupting Xiao Feng.

A ferocious look flashed across his face, then he resumed his dignified expression.

"Guards, seize this ungrateful and rebellious son!" Wu Hai waved his hand, and the surrounding Ming Cult Disciples stirred.

Just at this critical moment, Su Xueqing suddenly stepped forward, blocking Xiao Feng.

Her eyes flashed with determination, and her voice was cold: "Anyone who dares to touch a single hair on Xiao Feng's head, I will atone with my death!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, stunning everyone present.

Wu Hai's face changed repeatedly; he clearly hadn't expected Su Xueqing to protect Xiao Feng so fiercely.

"Su Xueqing, you..." Wu Hai was about to speak, but Xueqing interrupted him.

"Poison Emperor Sir, can you bear to watch me die?" Su Xueqing's voice was slightly choked, but still firm: "If you must capture Xiao Feng, then kill me first!"

Wu Hai's expression was uncertain, and finally, he sighed helplessly: "Alright, alright, for Xueqing's sake, I'll let you go this time."

After speaking, he turned and left, and the other Ming Cult Disciples also dispersed.

However, Xiao Feng keenly noticed that a few people were quietly following behind them, like lingering shadows.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Feng asked in a low voice: "Foster Father, has anything happened recently? How did he... become like this?"

Hearing this, Su Xueqing frowned tightly and said in a low voice: "Xiao Feng, some time ago, Wu Hai went to Witch Mountain. After he came back, his whole person changed. He has been instigating my Wu Yang's Father, saying something about the Ming Cult unifying the great cause. My Wu Yang's Father was originally against it, but later he cultivated the technique Wu Hai gave him. Now, he has been in seclusion."

Xiao Feng was startled; this information was undoubtedly important clues.

He was about to ask for more details, but Su Xueqing eagerly interrupted him: "Xiao Feng, hurry and leave! It's not safe here."

Xiao Feng nodded and quickly left the Ming Cult under the cover of night.

He hurried along and finally arrived at Bi Jian Villa.

Here, he found Zhao Yuwei and Jing Shen, who had disguised themselves.

"Something has happened at the Ming Cult too!" Xiao Feng said impatiently as soon as he saw them: "I feel like my Foster Father Wu Hai's state is very wrong. I must go to Witch Mountain to investigate, but I've never been there."

Hearing this, a hint of cunning flashed in Jing Shen's eyes: "Leave this kind of thing to me. I'll go and ask Mrs. Lu Yun. You know, I'm very much in Mrs. Lu Yun's favor now."

Speaking of this, a smile curled up at the corner of Jing Shen's mouth.

You know, Lu Yun really liked him as a son-in-law now.

Before long, Jing Shen arrived at Mrs. Lu Yun's residence.

As soon as Lu Yun saw Jing Shen, a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"Jing Shen, you're here!" she said cheerfully, her voice filled with unconcealed joy.

However, when Jing Shen mentioned Witch Mountain, Lu Yun's expression suddenly became difficult.

A hint of fear flashed in her eyes, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper.