Volume 2: Heavenly Sword Burial Chapter 87: I've dug your grave

  Glaring at Jiang Feng for over ten seconds, Mu Rongqing's anger finally dissipated, and his face returned to its usual calmness.

  "Jiang Daoyou, look at this place, there are over a thousand cultivators. The top masters of all the major sects are here, even the nine great heavenly gates have all been mobilized. Everyone is here for that thieving king's tomb. Now only you, fellow daoist, have gained something, could it be that you're familiar with this thieving king's tomb?" Murong Qingfeng said.

  Jiang Feng glanced at Murong Qingfeng, sat down on the ground, and didn't look at the surrounding cultivators. He took out his wine pouch and drank two mouthfuls before slowly saying: "I said I don't know, probably no one would believe me. If I say I do know, then I wouldn't be able to say where the tomb of the Bandit King is anyway. It's really quite difficult."

  "Jiang Daoyou, pretending to be crazy and foolish is useless. Do you think you can still deceive all the heroes in the world?" Murong Qingfeng said.

  Jiang Feng pointed at Murong Qingfeng with the hand holding his wine pouch and said, "I'm talking about you, Murong. I have a grudge against you. In front of so many people, do you still want to harm me? Do you really want to kill your own ancestor?"

  "What are you talking about, fellow Taoist? I'm just stating the facts. Moreover, don't forget that it was you who came to my Wu Xing Sword Sect and caused trouble first." Mu Rong Qing Feng said.

  "Am I causing trouble? Are you out of your mind? If it weren't for you guys forcing me, would I have made a move? You don't even recognize your own ancestors, and now you want to kill me. Instead of reflecting on yourselves, you're here talking about me. As the leader of this sect, do you have any shame? I'm embarrassed for you." Jiang Feng said.

  Murong Qingfeng's face showed anger again, but it quickly disappeared. He said: "What is the grudge between Wuxing Sword Sect and Daoist friends? Why do Daoist friends come to me, Wuxing Sword Sect, for trouble time and time again? Could it be that you really want to be the ancestor of my Wuxing Sword Sect?"

  Jiang Feng was just about to take a sip from the wine pouch when he heard Mu Rong Qingfeng's words, and he stopped. The wine pouch stayed at his lips for over ten seconds before Jiang Feng finally took a sip.

  "I thought I could find a place to cultivate in peace. Even if the people there think my cultivation is low, they would still give me some face due to my seniority. Even if they don't submit, they can point and whisper behind my back, or make things difficult for me in person. But I really didn't expect them to kill me."

  He said here, Jiang Feng took another sip of wine, smiled bitterly and continued: "It's also my fault for being overconfident. I thought having a good status would always make me look good. But I didn't expect to almost lose my life. Forget it, all I can say is that I have no fate with the Wuxing Sword Sect. In the future, don't come looking for trouble from me, and I won't go provoke the Wuxing Sword Sect either. Let's just go our separate ways."

  "Hmph, Jiang Daoyou thinks that by saying so, he can avoid the crime of causing a huge disturbance in the Five Elements Sword Sect? If that's the case, wouldn't it be a slap in the face for our Five Elements Sword Sect?" Murong Qingfeng said.

  "If not, what else do you want? If you can get rid of me, I won't let you leave the Five Elements Sword Sect. If you can get rid of me, then you don't need to say these useless words here with me. I said we should go our separate ways, and that's already giving face to Qingmu Shixiong, leaving a way out for you guys. Don't force me to destroy the Five Elements Sword Sect." Jiang Feng said.

  "What a big tone you have, do you really think that no one in the Five Elements Sword Sect can deal with you? Do you really think that those few treasures on your body can keep you safe?" Murong Qingfeng said with some disdain.

  Jiang Feng did not respond. Others might not believe it, but Jiang Feng was not joking. If he were to be provoked, he would charge into the Five Elements Sword Sect when disaster struck, and at that time, none of the Five Elements Sword Sect's cultivators would be able to survive.

  Seeing Jiang Feng not speaking, Murong Qingfeng continued to say: "Jiang Daoyou, the matter of making a big noise in the Five Elements Sword Sect, I will definitely settle with you. You can't escape."

  "How are you going to settle with me?" Jiang Feng stared at Murong Qingfeng and said.

  "What does Jiang Daoyou think? Won't he think we'll invite him for tea and idle chatter?" Murong Qingfeng said with a cold smile.

  Jiang Feng bit his lip, looked around at the monks, and finally gazed at Murong Qingfeng before saying, "Don't make things too absolute. Give me a way out, and you'll also be giving yourselves a way out."

  This time, Murong Qingfeng didn't say a word. Floating in mid-air with his hands behind his back and his body sideways, he didn't even bother to look at Jiang Feng. It seemed that the Murong Sect Master had no intention of wasting any more words on Jiang Feng. He probably wanted others to deal with Jiang Feng instead.

  Many cultivators surrounded Jiang Feng, but no one spoke. The low-level loose cultivators could only stand at the periphery. Those closest to Jiang Feng were all from the major sects. These major sects, perhaps due to face-saving concerns, remained silent. Many cultivators' gazes swept over some demonic aura-shrouded cultivators, seemingly waiting for these demonic cultivators to speak up. But those people, even if they were demonic cultivators, weren't fools, so why would they be used as pawns?

  After a full half hour of silence, Jiang Feng put away the wine pouch. As he stood up, Jiang Feng suddenly tore off the mask on his face, revealing his true appearance. The cultivators around him still showed some surprise when they saw Jiang Feng's true face. It seemed that these surprised people were those who had doubted whether Jiang Feng was the real Jiang Feng.

  "I said I want to leave now, but I guess no one is willing to let me go. Isn't it just about finding the treasure? I'll find it. Once I do, I'll see if you monks dare to take action and compete with me." Jiang Feng said. His tone changed from initial helplessness to final anger.

  The icy jade smoke bag appeared in Jiang Feng's hand, and after taking a few fierce puffs, the smoke emerging from the smoke bag formed a cloud that lifted Jiang Feng up. At present, Jiang Feng is still unfamiliar with this technique, and he can only rely on his spiritual power to support himself.

  There is treasure, Jiang Feng doesn't know either. Although he dug up something before, Jiang Feng also didn't believe that he could find the treasure by stopping at a random place. He also didn't plan to dig randomly everywhere.

  Among the gazes of many cultivators, Jiang Feng closed his eyes. No one knew what Jiang Feng was doing, and even Jiang Feng himself wasn't quite clear about it. He just tried his best to calm himself down, hoping to sense the things around him in the midst of tranquility.

  After a while, the cloud under Jiang Feng's feet rotated and dragged him in one direction. The cultivators in that direction immediately gave way to Jiang Feng. When Jiang Feng stopped, he saw the ground begin to shake violently. Soon, the soil was overturned, revealing several dull objects inside.

  The cold jade pipe pointed downwards, and the smoke rising from the pipe's mouth formed a long rope that pulled out something from among those dull and lifeless objects.

  Before the thing even approached Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng waved his hand holding the Cold Jade Smoking Bag. The smoke formed a rope that made the object dance. The silver-glowing flying sword instantly broke into several sections. By the time the broken pieces of the flying sword fell to the ground, they had lost all their luster.

  Jiang Feng started to move, flying towards another place. When he stopped again, he opened the lower layer of soil and found a pile of scrap treasures inside. Jiang Feng still picked one out from it, but this time, after leaving the ground, it shattered into pieces.

  Jiang Feng moved again and stopped three times. Every place he stopped had items appearing, each with a seemingly intact treasure. However, only one item, a string of bells tied together with fine thread, was truly undamaged.

  After putting away the string of bells, Jiang Feng did not move again, but instead raised his own height a bit. He furrowed his brow and carefully sensed, while the other cultivators looked on quietly. At this point, if Jiang Feng said he didn't know where the Thief King's tomb was, that would be utter nonsense, and no one would believe it.

  He waited for a whole hour, and Jiang Feng didn't move. Just when someone was getting impatient, the cold jade pipe in Jiang Feng's hand pointed to a place. A smoke ring emerged from the pipe pot and flew towards that place. Then Jiang Feng's pipe continued to point to other places. Every time he pointed to a place, a smoke ring would float over.

  Among a dozen or so smoke rings flying away, the cloud under Jiang Feng's feet dispersed and turned into a flying magic tool. He quickly flew towards a place and then stopped there.

  "Thief King, the things you left on the outskirts have brought me great harm. Now don't blame me for digging up your grave." Jiang Feng said to himself as he hovered in mid-air. Although there was nothing in front of him, Jiang Feng was certain that the Thief King's tomb was right here.