84: Chapter 84 Desire to Swallow Dongzhou

With a burst of Wei Feisen's Protective Aura, that marriage proposal was instantly shredded into countless fragments, fluttering down like snowflakes.

"Pass on my order! Gather all the Hall Masters! Bring the entire Garrison Battalion from outside the city back to me!" Wei Feisen's voice was hoarse as he looked at you. "The Qingqi Sect dares to humiliate you like this; it is simply outrageous! I will lead men to level Tianquan Mountain tonight! I want to see if Sect Master Shen Heming's head is made of iron!"

"Wei Feisen, calm down."

You sat upright in your chair, holding a cup of hot tea in your hands, not even changing your posture. When the fluttering paper scraps neared within three feet of your body, they were quietly pushed away by an invisible, gentle surge of Qi.

"How can I be calm?!" Wei Feisen whipped his head around, staring at you with bloodshot eyes, his chest heaving violently. "What are they? How dare they covet you? Wanwan, rest assured, I guarantee that after tonight, not even a blade of grass will be left of the Qingqi Sect in this world!"

You set down your teacup, the porcelain making a soft clink as it met the wooden table.

You walked to the center of the main hall, looked at the scraps covering the floor, and smiled faintly. "I don't see it that way. On the contrary, I think this is an excellent opportunity."

Wei Feisen stopped in his tracks, looking at you with furrowed brows. "Wanwan, what do you mean? Are we going to make a move against Great Qing?"

"It is not yet time for an all-out war." You shook your head and walked to the entrance, looking at the somewhat gloomy sky outside. "But now, our forces are strong enough to hold Dongzhou in our hands. Only by completely controlling Dongzhou can we seal off Daliang Mountain without any scruples and open the Immortal Cave for excavation ahead of schedule, without being interfered with by other factions."

You turned around and looked at Wei Feisen. "The Qingqi Sect has been high and mighty for too long. Now that they want to establish their authority, we, too, need to establish ours."

Watching your composed and strategic demeanor, that air of "Peerless Elegance" made his heart tremble, and the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a morbid obsession.

"Alright..." His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and hoarse. "Wanwan, I will listen to you. Then let the Qingqi Sect live for a few more days."

You nodded slightly, flicked your sleeves, and cast your gaze upon the subordinate below. "Go back and tell Sect Master Shen Heming that I, Lin Shuangwan, will personally visit in three days."

...

Tianquan Mountain, Qingqi Sect.

"Hahahaha! Good! They still know what's good for them!"

After hearing the envoy's report, Sect Master Shen Heming stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his eyes full of the smugness of one who has the situation under control. "That mad dog Wei Feisen is afraid of the Qingqi Sect's foundation after all. Visiting personally in three days? It seems he is prepared to bow his head and submit."

"Father, that's great!" Shen Beichen stood to the side, pacing back and forth in excitement, the gloom of the past few days swept away. "I knew it, that Lin Shuangwan is a smart woman who knows current affairs. What future does she have following that crude martial artist Wei Feisen? Only my Qingqi Sect is worthy of her talent and beauty!"

"Tch, spineless."

Shen Yushuang sat to the side, playing with a newly acquired jade hairpin while sneering. "A worn-out shoe that someone else has already played with, and you're this happy? Visiting personally? I think she just can't wait to climb the social ladder. Brother, don't let that vixen drain your essence."

"Shen Yushuang, shut up!" Shen Beichen was furious, pointing at his sister's nose and scolding. "What do you know? You have no idea how beautiful she is—she is countless times more beautiful than you! Furthermore, the recipes for soap and refined salt were all thought up by her. With her here, my Qingqi Sect will no longer have to worry about money!"

He became more excited as he spoke: "Unlike you, all you do all day is buy jewelry and ask Father for money, contributing nothing to the School! I warn you, she will be your sister-in-law in the future. If you dare to speak of her like that again, don't blame me for disregarding our sibling bond!"

"You! You're scolding me for a woman from the outside?!" Shen Yushuang was so angry her face turned bright red, and she stood up abruptly.

"Enough! What are you arguing about!"

Sect Master Shen Heming shouted in a deep voice, interrupting the impending argument. He glared at his daughter. "Your brother is right. Lin Shuangwan's value is far beyond that of a few courtesans. She can bring immense wealth, which is crucial to the Qingqi Sect's grand cause. Yushuang, put away your Young Miss temper. After she enters the sect, you two must get along well. If you ruin the School's grand plan because of your behavior, I will hold you solely responsible!"

Shen Yushuang bit her lip aggrievedly, stomped her foot, turned, and ran out of the main hall.

Sect Master Shen Heming shook his head and looked at Shen Beichen. "Go and prepare. Three days from now, make the spectacle grand."

...

Three days later.

At the foot of Tianquan Mountain, dark clouds pressed down, the mountain wind howled, whipping up yellow leaves into the sky.

There were no gongs or drums, no ten miles of red decorations.

What there was, was a deathly silent forest of steel.

Two thousand elites of the Garrison Battalion, clad in half-body black iron heavy armor, were like a black ocean, quietly arrayed before the towering white marble archway of the Qingqi Sect. They held standard-issue long knives in their hands, with refined steel repeating crossbows hanging at their waists, their faces cold and stern, their breathing long and steady. It was a Killing Intent forged through countless cruel training sessions and fed by vast sums of money, gathering together to pierce the heavens.

At the very front of this black ocean, two magnificent black horses without a single stray hair stood side by side.

You sat upright on the horse to the left, dressed in ink-black martial attire that perfectly outlined your tall, slender figure. Your long hair was tied up high, and your unadorned face was as cold as frost. Under the backdrop of your "Peerless Elegance," that sense of superiority and oppression, as if looking down on all living beings, even eclipsed the Killing Intent of the two thousand armored soldiers behind you.

Wei Feisen rode on the horse to the right. He had deliberately worn a glaring scarlet robe, a cruel and mocking smile hanging at the corners of his mouth, while he toyed with a dark red long knife in his hand.

Half a step behind you both stood a strange figure over eight feet tall, wrapped entirely in a wide black robe.

On the stone steps behind the archway, the members of the Qingqi Sect were ashen-faced.

Sect Master Shen Heming stood at the very front. The condescending speech he had prepared was instantly choked back in his throat the moment he saw this formation. The Elders behind him were even more like they were facing a great enemy, their hands pressed on their weapons, looking at the well-equipped army below with uncertainty and suspicion.

How was this coming to deliver a bride? This was clearly coming to flip the table!

"Wei Feisen!"

Sect Master Shen Heming laughed in extreme anger, his Late Stage Great Grandmaster True Qi exploding forth, shaking the surrounding leaves until they rustled down. Looking down from above, he pointed at Wei Feisen and shouted sternly: "What is the meaning of this?! Daring to bring troops up to my Tianquan Mountain? Do you intend to rebel?!"

His eyes were sinister, as if he wanted to eat someone. "Who gave you the courage? Your foster father did not teach you this way back then! What is loyalty? Have you learned it all into a dog's stomach?!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Feisen was not angry; on the contrary, he grinned and let out a low chuckle.

"Sect Head Shen, don't be so hot-tempered." Wei Feisen casually tossed his long knife into the air and caught it steadily, his tone flippant. "We didn't come here today to pick a fight."