Chapter Forty-Three: Crossing the Suspension Bridge

  Chuan Gong Lao saw Ye Feng stunned for a moment, his face immediately turned ugly, and he glared at Ye Feng fiercely. "Where have you been for more than half a year? You didn't even greet me, you know the rules of the sect. If your cultivation hasn't improved, wait for a whipping."

  A servant boy who was leading the way whispered something in the ear of Chuan Gong Lao, as if recounting what had just happened. Chuan Gong Lao's eyes widened in shock and he stared at Ye Feng, actually beating Hu Lin An? This useless piece of trash? Only knows about justice, every day watching others make mistakes, more than his own cultivation time this justice trash! Actually beat... Hu Lin An?

  "How is this possible?! Master Transmission's eyes are about to pop out, did I go crazy? Did I hear some hallucination? If it weren't for the gatekeeper's proof, it would be really hard to believe!"

  "Since it's like this, I won't pursue it for now, you can go back to your room and rest first."

  Back in his long-abandoned "room", Ye Feng suddenly remembered the appearance of this "room". It turned out that the disciples on Fei Yang Peak all lived in individual caves, which seemed to have been dug out. Inside the cave was a single bed, and in the upper right corner was a circular window about the size of a baseball.

  Everything seemed so familiar, and Ye Feng, exhausted, didn't even have time to take off his clothes before falling asleep.

  The morning sunlight was bright but not piercing, Ye Feng opened his eyes and suddenly remembered the task entrusted by Zi Xiao Zhenren. He hastily took out the jade slip from his body and flipped it back and forth. It's strange, there wasn't a single word on the palm-sized jade slip, how could this be considered a family letter? Never mind, first go find Luo Yunfei.

  The Inverse Heaven Sword Sect has a total of seven mountain peaks, each representing one of the seven sects within the school. Ye Feng is in the Flying Yang Peak, which is one of the seven peaks. The highest peak in the middle is the Inverse Heaven Peak, and the other six peaks are all around it. The top of the Flying Yang Peak is divided into three mountain heads, each like a separate small island floating in mid-air. There is a long suspension bridge connecting the three islands, which can lead to each mountain head.

  Upon arriving at the suspension bridge leading to the main hall of Luo Zong, Ye Feng was stopped by two disciples guarding the bridge. One of them looked him up and down and said, "You're quite bold, kid. It's been a long time since anyone dared to cross this bridge. Are you going to try it today?"

  Ye Feng looked at the floating island in the distance of the suspension bridge, what else could he do if he didn't go up? When Zixiao True Man came back that day, he would know that I hadn't gone, and wouldn't he break my bones?

  A suspension bridge, one meter wide and hundreds of meters long, with a rope on each side as handrails. The entire bridge appears to be floating in the clouds, surrounded by mist and fog. Looking down, it seems like an endless abyss, with no visible bottom. The entire bridge is swaying back and forth in the strong winds at the mountain top, and one careless move could send you "riding on the wind and clouds".

  "It's not like that, didn't he just want a few more elixirs? Does that fat old man really need them? This is too much, does he want to kill me? To deliver a letter for him, I'd even risk my life, it's not worth it. What if I fall down and can't even find my own bones?" Ye Feng sighed: "Let's do this, who made us not have a flying relative?"

  Ye Feng plucked up the courage to walk onto the suspension bridge, his eyes involuntarily glanced down, and suddenly felt dizzy, almost fainting. He quickly closed his eyes, panting heavily, "Damn it, I have acrophobia, how come I didn't know that before? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come up here. Now it's hard to turn back, what bad luck."

  After a short distance of several hundred meters, after walking for nearly an hour, Ye Feng finally arrived at the opposite Feiyang Peak. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he sat down on the ground, panting and muttering to himself: "Great difficulties... will not die, must have later... good fortune."

  The two disciples in charge of guarding the suspension bridge on Feiyang Peak saw a person walking down from the bridge, and both of them looked extremely surprised. They quickly rushed forward to help Ye Feng up from the ground and asked: "Did you just walk across the suspension bridge?"

  Nonsense, if I could fly, would I be scared like this? Ye Feng said to himself in his heart, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, but he still maintained a calm expression and nodded slightly.

  One of them looked surprised and shook his head gently, saying: "I've been on this Flying Peak for decades, but it's the first time I've seen someone walk over from the bridge."

  Ye Feng also found it strange, "Then you usually stay here and don't go to other mountains?"

  "How is it possible? We almost have to circle around three hills every day."

  Ye Feng furrowed his brow, "Not taking the suspension bridge? Are you all going to fly?"

  "You're new here, right? Didn't Master Chuangong tell you? We have specialized Flying Sword brothers. Wherever you want to go on the peaks, as long as the Sect Leader permits it, the Flying Sword brothers will take you there."

  "With Flying Sword Master around, what's the point of setting up this broken bridge? Are you trying to fool me on purpose?" Ye Feng was about to burst with anger.

  "Who knows, this suspension bridge was already here when we first came to Menba."

  Ye Feng grasped his hair with both hands, and in his heart it was as if the five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. He hated it so much that he wanted to dismantle this suspension bridge immediately.

  "Brother, you should have said so earlier! We risked our lives to get here and almost got heart disease from the scare, only for you to tell me now that there's a Flying Sword senior brother." Ye Feng muttered to himself in his heart. It was pointless to say anything now, since they had already arrived, might as well go see Luo Zong Zhu quickly.

  Ye Feng stood up and explained the purpose of his visit. The disciple guarding the suspension bridge pointed to a large hall in the middle of Fei Yang Peak and said, "Luo Zong is right inside that great hall."

  "Next time, I must make sure to investigate the rules thoroughly!" Ye Feng shook his head and sighed, muttering to himself as he entered the grand hall. There, he saw an old man with silver whiskers and white hair, wearing a blue robe, holding a thick book and flipping through its pages.

  Is this Lord Luo Zong? Ye Feng bowed with his hands clasped together outside the hall: "Disciple Ye Feng, under the orders of Zi Xiao True Person, has come to pay respects to Master Luo Zong."

  Upon hearing the name "Zi Xiao Zhen Ren", Luo Zong Zhu put down the book in his hand and hastily called Ye Feng to enter the hall.

  "Master Zixiao, what brings you here?"

  Ye Feng arrived at the grand hall, and pulled out the jade tablet from his bosom: "The True Person instructed me to hand this jade tablet over to Senior, saying it was a family letter, and there's nothing else."

  What family letter? How could that old bandit, Shifu, write a family letter to me? It's more believable to say that Shifu has ascended to heaven in broad daylight! Luo Zongzhou took the jade tablet with a puzzled expression, and saw that it had a divine seal on it, knowing that Shifu had something to say to him. "You wait here for now." Luo Zongzhou turned around and entered a room behind the main hall, looked around to make sure no one was there, then closed the door.