Chapter Eighty-six: Identity Exposed

  "Murong Qingfeng, you think that just because you say it's yours, it's yours? Even if it is the Five Elements Sword Sect's, I'll tell you clearly: even if we grind it into powder to make a face mask, we won't give it to you!" Jiang Feng shouted at the Five Elements Sword Sect's cultivator.

  As soon as the words came out, not only were the cultivators of Wuxing Sword Sect surprised, but also other cultivators were extremely shocked. Everyone could hear from Jiang Feng's tone that he was extremely dissatisfied with Wuxing Sword Sect. And they all understood that he would absolutely not give what was in his hands to Murong Qingfeng.

  "How big is your nerve. You, a low-ranking Qi-refining stage cultivator, dare to directly address the name of our sect's leader, do you not want to live?" A Five Elements Sword Sect cultivator, enraged, spoke to Jiang Feng.

  "What's so great about being the sect leader? Is it that the sect leader's name can't be called out by others? Or is it that his name can't see the light of day?" Jiang Feng responded with a slanted gaze.

  "You're looking for death." The cultivators of Wuxing Sword Sect were enraged and began to attack Jiang Feng.

  Holding the bead in his hand, Jiang Feng didn't even look at the cultivator from Wuxing Sword Sect. Perhaps feeling that the bead was a bit dirty, he exhaled and wiped it with his sleeve. The cultivator who had rushed towards Jiang Feng, had already made his move, striking out with his magic treasure.

  Until the wind stirred up by Fa Bao had blown onto Jiang Feng's face, Jiang Feng still hadn't moved and didn't even look directly at the cultivator who had made a move. Just as the Five Elements Sword Sect's cultivator was about to hit Jiang Feng, a voice stopped that cultivator.

  The speaker was none other than Mu Rong Qing Feng, the leader of Wu Xing Jian Zong. Although his face didn't look good either, he could still bear it. At this time, taking action against Jiang Feng would clearly have bad consequences.

  Jiang Feng polished the beads and held them up to admire them. However, in his heart, he was thinking that even the leader of the Nine Great Heavens had come, it seemed they attached great importance to the tomb of the Bandit King. He wondered if the leaders of other sects had also arrived.

  "This Daoist friend, the Flame Dragon Pearl was originally a lost item of our Five Elements Sword Sect. If you can return it to us, the Five Elements Sword Sect will definitely thank you profusely. Please, do us a favor and give the Five Elements Sword Sect some face." Murong Qingfeng said as calmly as possible.

  "Not giving it to you, not giving it to you, throwing it away... won't give it to you either..." Jiang Feng tossed the pearl into his storage bag, turned around with his back to him, and walked away while singing a modified version of "I'm a Little Green Dragon", without even looking at Murong Qingfeng.

  Murong Qingfeng's face turned green, the cultivators of Wuxing Sword Sect all looked extremely ugly. The other cultivators had already seen it clearly, Jiang Feng was openly opposing Wuxing Sword Sect.

  A low-ranking cultivator, directly addressing the master of one of the nine great heavenly gates, the Five Elements Sword Sect, by name. And to make matters worse, he did so in front of many other cultivators, not putting the Five Elements Sword Sect in his eyes at all. This is clearly a slap in the face for the Five Elements Sword Sect.

  Some cultivators were watching Jiang Feng, wondering where he would stop next. Some cultivators were watching the Five Elements Sword Sect's disciples, wanting to know how they would deal with Jiang Feng.

  "There are thousands of cultivators here, who have searched every inch of land, but none of them have gained anything. Yet, you, fellow daoist, have easily found five locations where treasures are hidden, it's truly astonishing! I wonder if you could tell us your name? Also, I'm sure everyone is curious about the method you used to find the treasures, would you be willing to share?" Murong Qingfeng said with a gloomy expression.

  These words were not spoken by Murong Qingfeng, and the other cultivators would soon bring them up. Now that only Jiang Fan had found the treasure, saying that Jiang Fan was not suspicious would be unbelievable to anyone.

  Jiang Feng walked with his hands behind his back, swaying three steps and staggering five steps. After walking for more than a minute, Jiang Feng finally spoke up. However, he didn't speak, but instead burst into song.

  "There is a horn on my head, there is a tail behind me, nobody knows how many secrets I have..."

  Rushing to a place, Jiang Feng slapped the ground with several palms. As the earth and rocks flew up, there were also pieces of scrap talismans flying up. Underneath the many discarded talismans, Jiang Feng grabbed a few small flags and continued walking.

  "I am a little green dragon, little green dragon, little green dragon..." Jiang Feng continued singing.

  Another swift dash to a location. Similarly, with a few loud slaps on the ground, amidst the disbelieving gazes of many cultivators, another pile of scrap talismans flew out. Jiang Feng picked up the only intact human-shaped puppet and quickly headed elsewhere.

  "I have many little secrets, little secrets, little secrets..." Jiang Feng continued singing as he walked.

  After stopping again, Jiang Feng also dug out a large pile of bottles from the ground in front of him. These bottles, which were originally used to hold medicinal pills, were mostly broken, and there was no sign of the pills inside, only some ash. Only at the very bottom was there a fruit that was as big as an infant's fist, with a strong fragrance, and a wrinkled surface, it was obvious that it had shrunk severely.

  "I have many secrets, I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't tell you." Jiang Feng stood there, finishing the last sentence. This time he didn't continue walking. The monks around him were all stunned, and Jiang Feng was also drenched in cold sweat. At this moment, if no one was around, Jiang Feng would definitely kneel on the ground and wail loudly, cursing his father.

  With a flick of his wrist, seven small flags flew out from his hand. Under Jiang Feng's spiritual control, these small flags floated beside him on the left side. On his right side, a humanoid puppet covered in mud stood with its arms hanging down and head lowered. Jiang Feng glanced at the fruit in his hand which had clearly shrunk, then rubbed it randomly against his chest twice before taking a big bite of it.

  Two sleeves were rolled up by Jiang Feng, who was savoring the sweet and delicious fruit while saying: "Lost and found! If you're the owner, hurry up. No owner? Then it's up for auction. Don't want to buy it? You can fight for it too. Early days of Foundational Stage, no need to be afraid. Anyway, just be quick."

  After finishing, Jiang Feng took another bite of the fruit in his hand. Looking at him, he was savoring it with great relish. Moreover, he didn't seem to be worried at all. This attitude of his confused the other cultivators. They didn't know if he was really fearless or just didn't plan on living anymore.

  "Fellow Taoist, that flag is the banner of the Seven Ghosts Seeking Devil Formation, which was lost by my Youmo Palace a long time ago. Fellow Taoist, could you..."

  Before that obviously demonic cultivator could even finish speaking, Jiang Feng directly tossed those seven small flags over. The flags hadn't even fallen into the hands of that demonic cultivator when Jiang Feng patted the puppet on his right side and said: "Is there a cultivator from Tianqi Mountain? If so, come out and take a look, is this thing something you guys lost?"

  "The Taoist friend is right, that is indeed a puppet created by Tianji Mountain. There is also the logo of Tianji Mountain on its chest." The monk of Tianji Mountain said hastily.

  The head looked at the puppet's chest and saw a sign, Jiang Feng didn't think much and kicked the puppet towards the Tianji Mountain cultivator.

  "There's a cultivator named Cheng Dong on Tianji Mountain, consider this thing a gift from me. Don't let it be embezzled." Jiang Feng said to the cultivators of Tianji Mountain.

  The severely shriveled fruit in his hand was also completely eaten by Jiang Feng. He thought that after eating it, there might be some adverse reactions, but there were none at all. Not even a hint of spiritual energy increased.

  " Fellow Taoist, you've returned the lost items to everyone else, why haven't you returned the things that belong to our Five Elements Sword Sect? Are you intentionally targeting our sect?" Mu Rong Qing Feng's voice came over.

  Jiang Feng looked in the direction where Murong Qingfeng was, and said with a smile: "I just won't give it to you, what can you do to me? Are you going to bite me?"

  There was a sneer from the Master, but Mu Rong Qing Feng was furious. He endured it for a moment before saying: "Today, under the sky, in the early stages of foundation building, you dare to openly provoke me, the Five Elements Sword Sect, and view my Five Elements Sword Sect as nothing? I'm afraid there's only one person who would do that, someone named Jiang Feng."

  Upon hearing this, some monks looked surprised, but the stronger ones didn't show any change, as if they had expected it. Jiang Feng also didn't look surprised, still with that smiling and fearless appearance.

  "Since you still remember your ancestral master, why don't you hurry up and bring your people over to pay respects?" Jiang Feng said with a pose of a mountain bandit leader.

  "It's indeed you. Your guts are quite big, and you actually dare to admit it. Aren't you afraid?" Murong Qingfeng said.

  Jiang Feng burst out laughing, then said: "Afraid of who? Afraid of you? Your family's ancestors are now telling you that today, anyone from the Five Elements Sword Sect who dares to move, I will kill them and purge the sect. Including you, the sect leader."

  "You're looking for death." Murong Qingfeng said furiously, taking a few steps forward with his body, as if he was about to strike.

  Jiang Feng didn't care at all, standing there motionless and saying: "Come on, let's see who dies first."

  "You..." Murong Qingfeng's face turned iron blue with rage, his entire spiritual power surging. But he only spat out one word, looking like he was about to charge over, yet could only stay rooted to the spot. Looking at Jiang Feng, he really didn't dare make a move. Because he had no confidence in taking down Jiang Feng.