War of words

The attendants followed the order and led Xiao Feng and the other two into the manor.

As Xiao Feng walked, he secretly marveled, "This Lingxiao Manor is indeed extraordinary, everywhere revealing an immortal Aura."

On the far other side, Gan Feng, following the order of his Immortal Sect, arrived at the Ming Cult.

The Ming Cult was located on a majestic mountain peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, like an immortal realm.

However, the gate of the Ming Cult was tightly shut, with a stern atmosphere, giving off an unassailable pressure.

Gan Feng stood before the gate, his heart filled with arrogance.

He raised his chin, his eyes flashing with disdain, "I am an Immortal Sect Disciple, how dare you treat me like this? Hurry and open the gate!"

However, what responded to him was a barrage of angry curses from the gatekeepers of the Ming Cult.

The Ming Cult Disciple guarding the gate was full of disdain and shouted loudly, "What Immortal Sect Disciple? Before our Ming Cult gate, don't be arrogant!"

Gan Feng's face turned red, and he clenched his fists.

As an Immortal Sect Disciple, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

The Ming Cult gatekeeping Disciple's merciless insults instantly ignited the anger in his heart.

Gan Feng only felt a stuffiness in his chest, as if a ball of fire was burning.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

"Damn it! These dogs, how dare they treat me like this!" Gan Feng roared in his heart, his expression becoming even more gloomy.

His eyes widened, glaring furiously at these guys who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, his face flushed red like a ripe tomato, veins bulging on his forehead.

"You lowly wretches who don't know death, how dare you humiliate me like this?" Gan Feng said through clenched teeth, his voice full of suppressed anger, "If you don't give me an explanation today, I will make sure your Ming Cult has no peace!"

The gatekeeping Disciple sneered and retorted impolitely, "Heh, what kind of bullshit Immortal Sect Disciple? What big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be in front of my Ming Cult gate? If you know what's good for you, scram quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"

"Presumptuous!" Gan Feng roared, "You frogs at the bottom of a well, do you know the status of my Immortal Sect in the Cultivation World? To dare insult my Immortal Sect like this, are you tired of living?"

Seeing this, the Senior Brothers who followed Gan Feng gathered around, protecting him in the center.

They also glared angrily, joining the cursing battle with chaotic voices.

"Exactly, what the hell do you bumpkins understand!"

"I think you need a beating, do you want your grandpas to teach you a lesson?"

"A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well, are you even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as our Immortal Sect?"

Both sides went back and forth, their words becoming increasingly vulgar and unbearable, all sorts of foul language shot at each other like a sky full of arrows.

The atmosphere on the scene became increasingly tense, everyone rubbing their fists and palms, swords drawn and bows bent, the air filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Gan Feng stood in the center, his chest heaving violently, so there was a reason he had always looked down on these Ming Cult people; a bunch of bumpkins without any manners!

His hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to draw it out at any moment.

It didn't matter if he fought the Ming Cult, he had to rectify the prestige of their sect!

The intense cursing outside the Ming Cult gate soon reached the ears of Wu Hai, who was discussing important matters with the High Priest in the secret chamber.

A quick-eyed and quick-handed Disciple, his face covered in sweat, rushed into the secret chamber, panting, interrupting their conversation.

"Report... Reporting to the Sect Leader!" The Disciple knelt on the ground and quickly reported, "Something... something happened at the gate! People from the Immortal Sect have come and are clashing with our Disciples!"

Wu Hai furrowed his brow, his originally stern face instantly turning as dark as ink, like the suppressed sky before a storm.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the teacup unconsciously increased its strength.

"Hmph, these Immortal Sect dog offspring, they really need a beating!" Wu Hai snorted coldly, his tone full of anger.

Seeing this, the High Priest quickly advised, "Sect Leader, please calm your anger. Although the Immortal Sect is arrogant, its power is vast after all. Our Ming Cult has just established itself and needs to lie low and build strength. Why not first see what their purpose is?"

Wu Hai sneered, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes, "The High Priest is right. Since they've come to our doorstep, we'll give them a good 'welcome'."

Saying this, Wu Hai stood up, tidied his robe, and walked out of the secret chamber.

The High Priest followed closely, and the two arrived at the Ming Cult gate one after another.

There, Gan Feng was standing at the gate, his expression arrogant, his eyes full of disdain.

Wu Hai suppressed his anger, forced a smile, and cupped his hands towards Gan Feng, "So it is a distinguished Disciple from the Immortal Sect gracing us with your presence. We failed to welcome you from afar, please forgive us."

Hearing this, Gan Feng's lips curved slightly upwards, revealing a scornful smile, "Poison Emperor is too polite. We have come on our Master's orders to offer condolences. May I know if the Sect Leader is available?"

A sharp light flashed in Wu Hai's eyes, and he thought to himself, "Condolences? I'm afraid there's an ulterior motive."

On the surface, he remained calm and said with a smile, "Since the Immortal Sect has graced us with your presence, we shall naturally treat you with all our might. Please follow me."

The group grandly entered the Ming Cult Great Hall. Wu Hai sat on the main seat, his gaze sweeping over Gan Feng and the others like knives.

Gan Feng, neither humble nor arrogant, stood below, meeting Wu Hai's gaze.

Just as the two were talking, Gan Feng inadvertently glanced at the stone in his embrace.

This seemingly ordinary white stone was now emitting a faint black light.

Gan Feng was startled in his heart, it was indeed as his Master had said!

With a storm raging in his heart, he remained calm on the surface, continuing to deal with Wu Hai.

"Sect Leader Wu, my Master asked me to bring a message, saying that recently the Cultivation World has undergone sudden changes, and hopes that your esteemed cult can work together with my Immortal Sect to overcome the difficulties."

Gan Feng said with a smile, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

After hearing this, Wu Hai sneered in his heart, "Heh, it sounds good, but I'm afraid there's another purpose."

But on the surface, he showed no emotion, merely saying lightly, "Thank you for the Immortal Sect's kindness, my Ming Cult will certainly do its best to help."

The stone had already distinguished the color. Seeing that his objective had been achieved, Gan Feng stood up to take his leave, "Poison Emperor, since I have already conveyed the condolences from my Immortal Sect, it is not convenient for me to stay longer, so I shall take my leave now."

Wu Hai nodded slightly and said, "Since that is the case, then we shall not keep you. High Priest, see them out for me."

Gan Feng turned and left. After leaving the Great Hall, he quickened his pace. He absolutely could not stay in this place for long!

He must hurry back to his Immortal Sect as soon as possible and inform his Master of this important information.

However, Wu Hai looked at Gan Feng's departing back, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He turned to the High Priest and said in a low voice, "This person cannot be kept. You go and kill him. If he takes today's events back to the Immortal Sect, our Ming Cult will likely be in big trouble."

Upon hearing that Wu Hai wanted to kill Gan Feng, a storm immediately surged in the High Priest's heart.

He quickly stepped forward and said urgently, "Sect Leader, this matter absolutely cannot be done! The Immortal Sect is deeply rooted and its power is very vast. If we kill their Disciple, the Immortal Sect will definitely not let it go and will certainly go all out to target our Ming Cult. With our current strength, it is truly difficult to directly confront the Immortal Sect. This is undoubtedly pushing the Ming Cult into an abyss of eternal damnation!"