Visiting the Door, the Tiger Devours the Pine Crane [2.7k]

Translator: CinderTL

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"You go down the mountain and seek your opportunity. Leave the rest to me."

"If things take a turn for the worse, promise me and your master that you won't come back. Avenge us in the future."

Chen Feng remembered Third Elder's words upon waking.

Without further hesitation, he decisively descended the mountain that very day.

A black sedan departed from the mountain gate. Two figures occupied the front seats.

Xu Tingxiao was the driver, and Cao Tong sat in the passenger seat.

"Senior Brother, are we really going to the Pine Crane Sect?" Xu Tingxiao asked curiously, puzzled by their destination.

In contrast, Cao Tong seemed to have some inkling, insisting on coming along despite his injury.

"Of course," Chen Feng replied calmly, gazing out the window. "It's time to collect some interest."

He hadn't forgotten how the Pine Crane Sect, subservient to the Flying Dragon Sect, had repeatedly targeted him, pushing him to the brink of death.

Moreover, both his Azure Armor and Heart of Glory needed nourishment to grow. This was the perfect target.

Hearing this, Xu Tingxiao fell silent, asking no more questions. A flicker of anticipation danced in Cao Tong's eyes as the car left the outskirts of Nanjiang, heading straight for Huai City, a neighboring city.

This was the opposite direction of Luohe City, where the Myriad Tempering Sect resided, and where the Pine Crane Sect's Mountain gate was located.

Along the way, Chen Feng extended his senses, vigilant against any surveillance or ambushes. However, the situation was better than he had anticipated. The Flying Dragon Sect seemed to have overlooked him.

Buzz!

His phone vibrated.

He opened it to find a message from Lin Xiaoyun on WeChat.

[Lin Xiaoyun: The Flying Dragon Sect and the Golden Flying Eagle Sect have officially engaged in conflict. Their Grandmasters have agreed to a duel in Ming City, Yun Province.]

[The mechanized forces of their respective backing corporations have been deployed around Ming City, Yun Province, and Yue City, Ze Province. The Golden Blade Sect has declared allegiance to the Flying Dragon Sect and is currently entangled with the Lion Heart Sect.]

[The Sea-Swallowing Whale Sect and the Giant Elephant Sect remain neutral, but both have gathered numerous Martial Arts Masters in various provinces to discuss their strategies.]

Chen Feng read the information he had commissioned her to gather about the martial arts world and finally understood why the Flying Dragon Sect hadn't pursued him further. The top-tier schools were not small forces. Even if the Flying Dragon Sect was stronger, it would have to devour them one by one.

In comparison, he, a mere True Intent realm cultivator, wasn't yet worth their attention.

"So be it," Chen Feng murmured, closing his phone with a cool gaze. Time was what he lacked the most.

And now…

The car accelerated, finally entering Huai City.

At the same time, in Ming City, Yun Province…

Although not a central city, Ming City was quite renowned due to the presence of the Golden Flying Eagle Sect.

A strong martial arts atmosphere permeated the city, evident in the numerous martial arts studios and the holographic projections in the sky advertising martial arts training.

But unlike usual, today, every martial arts studio in Ming City was closed.

Everyone in the city's martial arts circles, and even many Martial Arts Masters from Yun Province, had gathered at a mountain range on the outskirts of Ming City.

Ming Mountain, home to the Golden Flying Eagle Sect.

The mountain exuded a majestic aura, with clouds gathering above, as if a giant eagle were circling within.

"Grandmaster of the Flying Eagle Sect has emerged from seclusion."

"The rumors are true. The Flying Dragon Sect and the Golden Flying Eagle Sect are going to war."

"Both possess Grandmaster-level strength. I wonder who will truly prevail."

Discussions rippled through the crowd. Numerous figures appeared on Ming Mountain, with hovercars and aircraft suspended nearby, their occupants peering down through the windows.

There were martial artists who had come to observe, as well as businessmen and politicians from various circles in Yun Province, mostly those who had cultivated relationships with the Golden Flying Eagle Sect over the years.

A confrontation between top-tier martial arts schools was never simply a comparison of martial power.

Having operated in their respective provinces for many years, they naturally had influence and infiltration in various aspects of society.

Seeing so many people present in support, Zhan Wushuang, standing ready in front of the school's main hall, felt a sense of reassurance and confidence.

Especially when he heard the piercing cry of an eagle, stirring the wind and clouds around the mountain gate.

His expression turned fervent, all anxiety and doubt vanishing.

Grandmaster, the pinnacle of martial arts.

As long as their Grandmaster remained, the Golden Flying Eagle Sect would never fall.

Similar thoughts arose in the minds of all the disciples and elders, as well as the many martial artists who had come to support or observe.

Then, amidst this confident anticipation, the clouds parted, revealing several aircraft approaching from the sky, drawing closer and closer.

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"This is the Pine Crane Sect's Mountain gate."

Cao Tong, leaning on his cane, stepped out of the car and pointed to the low mountain ahead, acting as a guide. "Years ago, I traveled down the mountain with Senior Brother Zhao for training, and we stayed near here for a night."

Chen Feng nodded and got out of the car. Xu Tingxiao parked the vehicle, and they looked towards the mountain together.

Lush trees covered the low mountain, a tapestry of green.

A gray stone staircase led straight to the summit, only a few hundred meters high. The outline of the mountain gate and the school buildings could be vaguely discerned.

The leaves on both sides of the path were turning yellow, and occasional shouts echoed from within the mountain gate, the sounds of disciples practicing martial arts.

Several gray-robed disciples could be seen sweeping fallen leaves on the gray stone steps a hundred meters away.

"I heard from the Grand Elder that we'll be elders of the Southern Martial Alliance. Is that true?"

"Of course it's true. We'll have the Flying Dragon Sect as our backing. Think about how awesome that will be."

"Then why has the atmosphere around the mountain gate been so strange these past few days? It feels…cold."

"Shh, keep your voice down…" The disciple holding the broom looked around before whispering, "I heard that Elder Yang was…killed."

"Ah?"

"It was someone from the Flame Tiger Sect, the one who killed Elder Qian…"

Tap!

Footsteps sounded amidst their conversation.

The disciples instinctively looked down the mountain and saw a black car parked by the roadside.

Three figures were walking up the mountain. The man in the lead wore a black shirt and trousers, his build imposing.

His face, beneath slanted eyebrows, was calm, but his eyes held a hint of aggression that made it difficult to meet his gaze.

The two behind him seemed more ordinary, but gradually, the disciples sensed something amiss.

The man on the left was using a cane, yet his eyes were bright, and he walked with a briskness that surpassed even a healthy person.

The young man on the right clenched his fists, as if anticipating something.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Their footsteps quickened, or perhaps the silence amplified the sound.

The three figures drew closer. The disciples exchanged glances, and one of them, emboldened, spoke up.

"Who are you?"

No one answered. Chen Feng brushed past them.

A flicker of annoyance arose in the disciple's heart, but then, Chen Feng glanced sideways at him.

Clatter.

The broom fell from the disciple's grasp, his face stiffening.

"What's wrong?" his companion asked hurriedly, only to see the disciple's face pale as he stammered, "Run…run quickly."

"Huh?"

"Trust…trust me."

With that, the disciple turned and fled down the mountain without looking back.

His fellow disciple, skeptical, couldn't understand why he was so afraid when there were True Intent realm elders present.

He turned back to look at the top of the stairs.

"Who's there?!"

A cold shout erupted—the voice of the Second Elder.

A four-meter-tall spectral white crane materialized, spreading its wings and flying from the back courtyard of the mountain gate towards the three approaching figures.

A powerful pressure made the disciples' faces pale, but then…

Roar!!!

A crimson glow burst forth, and a soaring crimson tiger manifested.

The tiger roared, a hungry predator pouncing on its prey.

The man in black didn't move, but in the space of a breath, the white crane True Intent that had charged at him was repelled, devoured and bitten by the leaping crimson tiger, exploding on the gray brick ground.

The ancient cauldron placed in the front courtyard of the mountain gate trembled slightly, the incense sticks within snapping, scattering white ash.

"It's you!!"

Standing on the rooftop, the Second Elder of the Pine Crane Sect, dressed in a cloud-patterned white robe, recognized Chen Feng from the photograph he had seen.

Ignoring the backlash from his broken True Intent, his eyelids twitched.

A number of core disciples practicing in the courtyard were startled and rushed out, along with several white-robed true disciples, some of whom wore casts, clearly still recovering from injuries.

In an instant, their eyes met.

The crimson tiger's spectral pupils looked down, cold and aggressive.

The true disciple with the cast paled, instinctively recalling the brutal beating he had received at the martial arts studio, which had fractured his bones.

Others hadn't yet reacted. The Second Elder on the rooftop, both shocked and furious, hurriedly shouted, "Scatter…"

Whoosh!!!

Crimson force materialized, the tiger leaping and devouring everything in its path.

Thump, thump, thump!

One by one, the Internal Strength martial artists were sent flying.

Some crashed into the courtyard walls, others through the main gate.

The ancient cauldron in the center rang with a clang. Someone vomited blood, staining their white robe crimson, and collapsed to the ground.

[Fear +1!]

[Fear +1!]

[Fear +1!]

Notifications popped up continuously on the panel. Chen Feng stepped forward impassively, finally reaching the top of the last step and setting foot on the gray brick courtyard.

His cold gaze swept across the scene. The core disciples lining the sides paled, instinctively retreating.

The Second Elder on the rooftop gritted his teeth and leaped down, demanding, "Chen Feng! Why are you here causing such wanton harm?!"

As he questioned, some Internal Strength martial artists were helped to their feet, but they stumbled, unable to stand firmly.

"Why ask what you already know?" Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, meeting the Second Elder's gaze.

Roar!!!

The crimson tiger behind him leaped forward, roaring before the Second Elder.

The sonic boom from the force was deafening, its illusory fangs looming overhead.

His gray hair ruffled by the force, the Second Elder's face paled further.

He had just broken through to True Intent? Why hadn't the Flying Dragon Sect killed him?

Thoughts raced through his mind. He suppressed his shock and hurriedly explained, trying to stall for time. "It was Yang Chengyuan who offended you, not us. Since he's already dead…"

Swish!!!

A gray figure flashed past, seizing the moment while the Second Elder was speaking, bursting through the courtyard wall and attacking Chen Feng from the side.

Boom!!!

The ground caved in, spiderweb cracks spreading rapidly.

Chen Feng stood unmoved, simply raising his left hand and clamping it onto the attacker's right arm like a tiger's claw.

Their eyes met. The elder in the gray crane robe glared fiercely, a white glow suddenly erupting from his body.

Whoosh!!!

His left arm shot out like a pecking crane.

The attack was swift and terrifying, as fast as lightning.

Cao Tong's expression changed slightly, but in the next second…

Thump!!

The ferocious strike landed squarely on Chen Feng's forehead, but…

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking echoed. The elder in the gray crane robe's eyes widened as he saw his fingers twisted and broken.

"Senior Brother!"

The Second Elder, seeing something was wrong, gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't hesitate any longer.

He charged forward, the white crane phantom condensing once more.

Screech!

A sharp crane cry resonated through the mountain gate. The restrained elder in the crane robe snapped back to his senses, his eyes filled with malice, suppressing the pain.

White light exploded from his hand again, but he couldn't break free.

Without even looking at him, Chen Feng twisted and delivered a kick.

Thump!!

Crimson force erupted, the Flame Burst technique detonating.

The white crane phantom shattered. The Second Elder's chest caved in, and he flew backward, crashing into the ancient cauldron.

Clang!!

Splat!!

Two sounds echoed, blood splattering on the ground.

"Argh!"

The elder whose arm was trapped, no longer holding back, roared furiously. A white crane phantom, a full five meters tall, appeared behind him, clearly demonstrating some depth in the True Intent realm.

In a split second, the white crane phantom descended, enveloping his entire body.

His aura surged, and he finally broke free from Chen Feng's grasp.

Whoosh!!

His undamaged right arm thrust forward like a spear, his left hand, despite the pain, forming a palm strike, delivering a series of blows.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!

Chen Feng's expression turned slightly serious as he countered with both arms, blocking each attack.

The gray brick ground crumbled beneath their feet. They fought as they moved, their arms leaving afterimages in the air.

"Die!!"

The elder in the crane robe roared viciously. The white light enveloping him condensed once more, transforming into a white crane phantom that pecked at Chen Feng's eyes.

Boom!!

An explosive punch shot out, swift and unstoppable, piercing through the white crane True Intent and striking the elder squarely in the head.

The elder's aged face turned an unnatural shade of red, the skin rippling like waves.

His malicious eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and then he flew backward, crashing towards the beam of the rear courtyard gate.

Whoosh!!!

Without mercy, Chen Feng stomped the ground and shot forward like an arrow.

The stone bricks beneath his feet shattered. His body intersected with the elder's flying form, forming a cross.

Hum!

His right arm, covered in crimson, swung down like a flaming axe.

Thump!!!

The elder's falling body crashed through the stone bricks, embedding itself within.

Debris sprayed onto Chen Feng, a streak of blood splattering on his clothes.

Fear notifications appeared again. He took a step forward, crouched down, and grabbed the elder's hair.

He lifted the bruised and bloodied head from the hole in the ground.

"Are you the Grand Elder of the Pine Crane Sect?" Chen Feng asked indifferently.

"You…" The elder vomited blood, his eyes filled with hatred. "If you have the guts, kill…"

Thump!!!

His head exploded, blood splattering onto Chen Feng.

Chen Feng flicked his clothes, the force evaporating the blood, and then walked towards the Second Elder, who lay collapsed in front of the ancient cauldron, vomiting blood.

"You said I killed Qian Chang Song."

He looked down, meeting the Second Elder's resentful and hateful gaze.

The Azure Armor still needed a bit more fear to break through, so Chen Feng stepped on the Second Elder's head, forcibly suppressing that hateful stare.

"From now on, you can say I annihilated the Pine Crane Sect."

"What do you think?"

[Fear +1!]

[Fear +1!]

[Fear +1!]

Notifications popped up continuously. Chen Feng remained expressionless. Cao Tong, standing behind him, was utterly shocked.

He hadn't expected Junior Brother Chen to be so ruthless, intending to completely wipe out the Pine Crane Sect.

Xu Tingxiao's expression was complex. The Second Elder, filled with hatred and resentment, finally broke down, his eyes losing focus in despair.

[Azure Armor LV3: 90/100, 91/100, 92/100]

The progress continued to increase. Chen Feng deliberately refrained from delivering the final blow.

But soon, when the talent's growth reached 95%, it stalled, as if encountering a bottleneck.

Narrowing his eyes, Chen Feng pondered how to obtain more nourishment.

Just then, his senses tingled, and he looked towards the residential building of the Pine Crane Sect.

"Sigh…"

A sigh echoed, followed by the sound of steady footsteps.

Looking closely, another figure emerged from the building.

Their eyes met. The figure shook his head calmly, unafraid.

"Young man, enough is enough."

(End of the Chapter)

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