Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng and the other two fell silent. Everyone knew that Bai Yang had it tough.
Nobody said any sarcastic words at this moment.
Qu Yiguang hesitated, then took out three talismans from his storage bag, placing them before Bai Yang on the table. He said, "These are talismans I’ve just inscribed recently: attack, defense, and breath-holding talismans. If Senior Brother Bai doesn’t mind, just take them."
"This..."
Bai Yang was startled.
"Senior Brother Bai, do you think my craftsmanship is lacking, that the talismans I made aren’t as good as Ma Weidong’s or Junior Brother Jiang’s?"
Qu Yiguang pressed him.
"Junior Brother Qu, you’ve misunderstood. I’m deeply grateful."
Bai Yang’s eyes filled with tears. He took the three talismans and put them into his storage bag, then poured wine for himself and toasted Qu Yiguang.
"Hahaha!"
Qu Yiguang laughed loudly.
"Come find me before you set off. I’ll give you something too."
Jiang Feng said. Actually, he could give Bai Yang something now, but what he had were also talismans, of higher grade than Qu Yiguang’s. If he brought them out at this moment, it might cause Qu Yiguang to misunderstand.
"When the time comes, I’ll get a life-saving magical treasure for Senior Brother Bai from Xu Shusheng, to help Bai Yang achieve perfection and successfully establish his foundation."
Wu Weiwei promised.
"You all... thank you. I have nothing with which to repay you."
Tears welled in Bai Yang’s eyes. He bowed deeply to the three of them.
"Senior Brother Bai, sit down and drink.
Jiang Feng pulled Bai Yang back to his seat. After this, the usually reticent Bai Yang completely relaxed, drinking with everyone until dawn.
In the end, Jiang Feng personally escorted Bai Yang back to Xiaolin Peak.
On the way back, he walked along the small path. His Talisman Master attire made inner and outer sect disciples crossing his path proactively step aside and greet him.
Jiang Feng couldn’t take off the clothes, so he tossed them into his space ring and, in his pajamas, strolled leisurely back to his abode.
"What should I give Bai Yang?"
"Maybe paint a few more Rapid Movement Talismans for him, so he can save his life at a critical moment."
Jiang Feng had been thinking about this all along.
He pursued everlasting life. In endless years ahead, he couldn’t bear to walk the road alone. Though his strength had grown—rising from a little prison guard to a Foundation Establishment Peak powerhouse—Jiang Feng felt his nature was unchanged.
He was still the same as when he was in Zhenbei Prison, not fond of dealing with too many people, yet always wanted a friend near him.
In the past, it was Uncle Huo and Han Dong, and a few others like Chief Wang.
Now in Cyan Cloud Sect, it’s Bai Yang, Wu Weiwei, and Qu Yiguang.
Currently, the one he’d known the longest was Wu Weiwei, but Jiang Feng felt Bai Yang was just like Chief Wang before—though a sly fellow, he knew his limits, wouldn’t cause trouble for Jiang Feng, nor abuse his reputation to bully others. In Cyan Cloud Sect, he was someone worth befriending.
As for Qu Yiguang, "fellow disciples meet every day." So long as he wasn’t jealous or scheming in secret, Jiang Feng could get along with him just fine.
And Wu Weiwei—there was even less need to say.
An hour later.
Jiang Feng finally returned to Yagu Peak from Xiaolin Peak.
He saw the stone table outside his cave dwelling was a mess, so he tidied it up himself, not bothering the servant disciples for help.
Once inside, he activated the defense array, then checked on his fortune points.
Fortune: 21,075,532
This past year, his Fortune Points had experienced a major surge.
Just half a month ago, it suddenly shot up by over ten million, totaling more than twenty-one million points.
At first, seeing such a change, Jiang Feng was startled.
He had no idea what danger he had evaded.
Could it be that someone in Cyan Cloud Sect really wanted him dead, that his Fourth-Grade Talisman Master identity had leaked? He had even considered going to talk with that living fossil.
A few days later, Xiang Pangyun came looking for him, and Jiang Feng finally learned what had happened.
A year ago, after Fa Zheng lost and retreated, he tried to get various Talisman Masters to help remove the talisman from his body, but none were strong enough to succeed.
The talisman from within Nether King River erupted inside him.
It crazily devoured his soul power, even attacking his divine soul.
By the time he made it back to Blood Domain Divine Sect and two Fourth-Grade Talisman Masters intervened, the talisman’s power had already been unleashed. Fa Zheng’s soul power was routed, and even the two Fourth-Grade Talisman Masters were helpless.
In the end, Fa Zheng lost all his soul power. From a Third-Grade Talisman Master, he became a cripple. His Golden Core cultivation, too, was wrecked by the talisman’s power, sometimes at the Foundation Establishment Peak, sometimes teetering on the edge of Golden Core.
In short, Fa Zheng suffered enormous loss. He lost his Talisman Master status, became a laughingstock and suffered a grave blow to his vitality, dashing any hope of advancement in this lifetime.
So he harbored hatred, thinking of revenge against Jiang Feng.
He arranged for men to wait near Cyan Cloud Sect, and also ordered spies within the sect to monitor Jiang Feng. As soon as Jiang Feng left Cyan Cloud Sect, they would swarm and tear him to pieces.
He didn’t expect that throughout the year, Jiang Feng barely left even Yagu Peak, let alone Cyan Cloud Sect, causing the vengeful Fa Zheng to grow restless.
So he changed his strategy and tried to lure Jiang Feng out of Cyan Cloud Sect.
Through his network of spies, he learned that Jiang Feng was very interested in those cultivators from Central Earth who crossed the Sea of Blood, and even fabricated news of the Saintess appearing in a small town.
But before this news reached Jiang Feng, it was intercepted by Xiang Pangyun.
That day, he led Cyan Cloud Sect disciples to besiege Dragon and Snake Island. The Saintess, Lü Su, and the many experts from Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall—all of them were annihilated under his talismans; no one could have survived.
Especially the Saintess.
Chapter 623: 293: Vengeance (2)
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