PDLP Chapter 1333 Too Few Disciples
Chapter 1333 Too Few Disciples
Since he had already said that he would no longer concern himself with the affairs of the Zhengyi Sect, he kept his promise and turned to walk towards the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.
Lin Feng strode up the mountain, his footsteps echoing on the deserted path.
Gradually, the bluestone steps were covered with white snow.
Having lost his way, Lin Feng had no choice but to leap into the air and rush towards the mountaintop.
On the snow-covered mountaintop, it's easy to find a few buildings, but if anyone lives there, the snow must be cleared to reveal the original appearance of the houses.
You can see the black building from a distance, amidst a blanket of white snow.
Fortunately, the Zhengyi Sect was not practiced in a cave, and its buildings were quite grand, with gray tiles, green walls, flying eaves and beams, making it very high-class.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Feng was already standing on the ridge of a tall roof, looking down into the courtyard below.
There were people in the hall, but no one paid any attention to Lin Feng standing on the roof.
The disciples of the Zhengyi Sect are highly accomplished in their cultivation and are all very composed.
Seeing that no one came out, Lin Feng had no choice but to jump down from the roof and step into the hall where everyone was.
Two young men sat cross-legged on either side of the room, their eyes closed in deep meditation, oblivious to the outside world.
Wearing a simple white long gown, she looked exceptionally clean and clear.
Lin Feng's consciousness spread out, and the entire three-courtyard complex was very spacious, but there were only a few people in the various halls and rooms on all sides.
After carefully counting, apart from the two young disciples in front of him, there was a middle-aged woman in the back courtyard, and the houses further back were all empty and deserted.
Lin Feng sighed. Such a large sect, such a spacious house, how come there are only three people?
The Zhengyi Sect is one of the top sects among the hidden sects. Does it really only have a few disciples?
As he was pondering this, he heard someone speak.
"Who are you, and what brings you here?"
Lin Feng turned around, and the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the left side of the room finally opened his eyes, looked at Lin Feng and asked.
"This is the Zhengyi Sect, right? Where did your sect leader go?"
"This is the Zhengyi Sect. Our sect leader is not here. May I ask who you are?"
The young man was very polite and did not get angry because of Lin Feng's unauthorized intrusion.
Where is your master?
"Master is in the back room. I haven't yet asked your name and identity?"
"You are a third-generation inner disciple of the Zhengyi Sect, right?"
The young man finally stopped answering Lin Feng's question and stared at Lin Feng speechlessly.
This person is strange; he only asks questions and never answers, making communication impossible.
Lin Feng smiled and held up one finger.
"One last question, why are there only a few disciples in the Zhengyi Sect?"
The young man thought for a moment and then nodded.
"There are only a few disciples."
Lin Feng sighed, "Sigh, what an elite sect. It's a pity they don't do anything right."
"Please leave this place, or you will bear the consequences."
The young disciple said in a deep voice.
"Oh? I want to see how serious the consequences will be."
Upon hearing this, the two young disciples stood up and stared at Lin Feng with serious expressions.
“If you leave now, we’ll pretend you were never here. Otherwise, if you disturb your master, it will be difficult for you to escape.”
Lin Feng turned his head, looking at this and then at that.
"I really don't want to fight. You are all exceptional individuals, with extraordinary talent, which is why you were selected as disciples of the Zhengyi Sect. Your future is bright. Not only are you handsome, but you are also quite polite..."
The two disciples of the Zhengyi Sect were puzzled, wondering if this person had mental problems.
Lin Feng then said to himself, "What a pity, your sect leader does nothing but waste his time, thus hindering your cultivation..."
When the two heard Lin Feng start speaking ill of their sect leader, they stopped being polite. After exchanging a glance, one of the young men suddenly lunged forward.
Lin Feng could sense that he was very restrained and was only trying to control himself; he had no intention of hurting anyone.
But Lin Feng's purpose in coming here was to take lives, so how could he easily give up his goal?
As the young disciple approached, he turned and threw a punch, striking the disciple squarely in the chest.
This punch was brimming with true energy and possessed immense power, without the slightest restraint.
The young disciple rushed forward quickly, but flew back even faster, his body leaving a white shadow in the air before crashing into a pillar in the main hall.
Lin Feng felt the entire lobby tremble.
The young disciple's body slid limply from the pillar to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, and he remained motionless.
The young disciple on the right was dumbfounded.
Who are they?
The genius selected by the Zhengyi Sect has been cultivating at an astonishing speed in just three years, fully demonstrating what it means to be exceptionally gifted.
The man in front of them, judging from his appearance, was about the same age as them, yet he could kill them with a single blow. What kind of genius must he be?
The master often taught them to remain calm in the face of honor and disgrace, to treat others with gentleness and politeness, and never to rely on their own abilities to bully others.
They did the same thing, so how come they were still killed by someone who could do it so easily?
Looking at Lin Feng, the young disciple's mind was already in turmoil.
"Don't you want to do it?"
"I...I don't know..."
Lin Feng sighed inwardly, thinking that he was still too young and naive.
"Let me see you off. It's your own fault for following such an unreliable sect leader."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Feng moved closer to the other person with a swaying motion.
The young Zhengyi Sect disciple couldn't react in time. He tried to cross his hands to intercept Lin Feng's direct attack, but he couldn't keep up with the speed.
"stop!"
Just as Lin Feng's fist was less than half a foot away from the opponent's chest, the middle-aged woman in the back room screamed and rushed in, lunging at Lin Feng without stopping.
Lin Feng ignored the middle-aged woman's attack and threw a full-force punch, sending the young disciple flying.
At the same time, the broken sword at her lower back tore open the silk, flashing silver light, and pierced into the middle-aged woman's lower abdomen as if by teleportation.
The middle-aged woman was a second-generation disciple of the Zhengyi Sect. She pounced on Lin Feng in mid-air and kicked his raised left arm, sending him flying more than ten feet away.
She was overjoyed. With her burst of true energy, there was no chance of the opponent escaping once she was kicked.
However, to her surprise, Lin Feng only staggered back a distance of ten feet and was still able to stand there.
She turned her head and saw the two disciples lying dead. She screamed and lunged at Lin Feng again.
Unexpectedly, while she was in mid-air, all her strength suddenly dissipated, and her entire body fell limply to the ground.
I tried to land and stand firmly, but my legs went weak and I collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Because the broken sword was moving too fast, she only realized at this moment that a short blade was stuck in her lower abdomen.
His hands trembled as he gripped the sword hilt, trying to pull it out of his body, but he was too weak to do so, and his true energy was leaking out too quickly to gather.
The middle-aged woman looked up at Lin Feng in horror.
"Who...who are you...?"
Lin Feng stood a zhang away, coldly watching the middle-aged woman struggle helplessly without uttering a sound.
It was visible to the naked eye that the middle-aged woman's body was shrinking, and her originally rosy complexion gradually turned deathly pale.
After waiting a while longer, Lin Feng sighed, wrapped the sword hilt with his clothes, and put it away.
The bodies of the two young disciples can remain at the scene, but the body of the middle-aged woman must be disposed of and not allowed to be seen by anyone.
She wrapped it in her own clothes, carried it in her hand, leaped from inside the house onto the roof ridge, glanced around, and then soared towards the snow-covered mountaintop.