Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1213 - 1211: Undercurrents of Power!

Chapter 1213: Chapter 1211: Undercurrents of Power!

After Song Xinzu finished speaking, her eyes shifted, and her gaze fell upon the elder, saying, "Old man, he is a guest of my Wuji Sect, are you sure you still want to make a move? Do you dare to make a move? Oh, and there’s something you might not know, even my senior brother Ren Feicheng wouldn’t dare to act rashly in front of him. Are you sure your Lei Family has the ability to search him?"

Song Xinzu said this with a calm and composed demeanor, as if she were discussing a matter of no great importance.

Ren Feifan, hearing her suddenly bring up Ren Feicheng, couldn’t help but frown; he did not want Song Xinzu to use Ren Feicheng as a shield for him.

The two of them were sworn enemies from the start, eternally bound by hatred, with no chance for cooperation, let alone kinship.

Just as he was about to burst out, Song Xinzu pulled him from behind, giving him a look and a slight shake of her head, clearly signaling Ren Feifan not to speak.

When those few elders of the Lei Family heard the first half of Song Xinzu’s words, they didn’t react much. They didn’t understand why Song Xinzu would have a master-servant relationship with this guy, but they weren’t particularly afraid; after all, Song Xinzu was just a disciple of the Wuji Sect and didn’t hold much authority.

But when they heard Song Xinzu say that even Ren Feicheng wouldn’t dare to act rashly in front of this young man, their expressions began to change.

Who is Ren Feicheng? He is the most likely candidate to succeed as the Sect Leader of the Wuji Sect.

Offending Ren Feicheng was undoubtedly equivalent to offending the future Wuji Sect!

For years, the Lei Family had been actively maintaining good relationships with major sects of the Hidden Gate, and if a simple body-search today led to a fallout, they’d become the eternal sinners of the Lei Family.

They didn’t doubt the truthfulness of Song Xinzu’s words; to use Ren Feicheng and the Wuji Sect as a bluff was tantamount to courting death.

Perceiving the change in the elders, Song Xinzu seized the opportunity to press further, "Well? You were so eager to search him, why not search me as well, and see what kind of face my master will have after learning about it!"

At that moment, the elder didn’t dare to speak anymore and could only obediently step aside.

Song Xinzu glanced at Ren Feifan and said, "Master, let’s go! No need to pay attention to these people."

Afterwards, the two entered Song Xinzu’s room, where the door closed behind them. Ren Feifan even set up a Concealing Formation to prevent the Lei Family’s experts from eavesdropping.

Inside her room, Song Xinzu poured a cup of hot tea for Ren Feifan and placed it in front of him, asking, "Master, how did it go with the Demon Clan this time? Did you find anyone to help?"

Ren Feifan smiled confidently, "Although I didn’t find any assistance from the Demon Clan, I’ve managed to recruit a group of experts with strength at least above the Wanxiang Realm, which should be enough to deal with the current situation."

At this news, Song Xinzu’s heart leapt with joy, and she leaned in close to Ren Feifan’s ear. Due to her low-cut dress, Ren Feifan’s peripheral vision caught sight of a generous expanse of creamy whiteness, prompting him to swallow hard and avert his gaze.

Song Xinzu looked around cautiously before whispering tentatively:

"I wonder when Master plans to take action? Today, I noticed something odd about Miss Ye’s room. She hasn’t come out all day and seems to be confined. Additionally, her room is heavily guarded on all sides. Clearly, the Lei Family has sensed the danger ahead of time and prepared thoroughly. Also, there’s another strange thing; Ye Youde has also disappeared from sight today."

Ren Feifan, being prompted in such a way by Song Xinzu, naturally sensed that something was amiss, but after much thought, he couldn’t understand why Ye Youde would suddenly vanish. Could he also be imprisoned by the Lei Family?

They talked for a long time until eleven o’clock at night, when Ren Feifan figured it was time to return to his room to rest.

Just as Ren Feifan was about to leave, Song Xinzu grabbed his hand, saying, "Master, why don’t you spend the night here? I can sleep on the couch or, if Master wishes, I can accompany you."

Song Xinzu blinked, and deliberately pulled her dress neckline down a little.

Ren Feifan glanced over Song Xinzu’s long legs and ample chest. Although desire welled up in him, he naturally wouldn’t get involved in such things at this critical moment. So he simply sat on the sofa and instructed, "You can stay, but sleep in the bed. I might not sleep tonight as I need to cultivate; I’ve been feeling close to a breakthrough lately, so I cannot neglect my training."

Having said that, Ren Feifan crossed his legs and sat down, the Nine Yang Divine Art circulating within him, slowly forming a protective layer over his whole body. As he revolved his cultivation, a blazing red flame appeared above Ren Feifan’s head, both spectacular and dazzling!

Song Xinzu watched her master on the sofa, her fingers instinctively touching her lips, her legs tightening slightly, her body trembling. She then sighed deeply, shaking her head in disappointment, and said no more.

...

Meanwhile, at Black Flame Ridge.

Several men dressed oddly, exuding an aura of eerie charm, were gathered around a stone coffin covered in Sanskrit, their brows deeply furrowed!

If Ren Feifan were here, he would surely recognize that this stone coffin was the same one the Demon Clan elders had used to send him here.

One of the shadowy figures opened the coffin and sniffed inside it, then spoke earnestly, "This coffin is definitely the same one that came in that day; the scent is distinct. But it’s strange, aren’t we usually sent the bodies of secular cultivators? Why is there no body this time? Could it have come back to life?"

"I find it odd too. To enter our channel, one must be dead, so the person should be dead. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility of feigning death, but who would go to such lengths to be sent into the hands of the Soul Locking Gate in a feigned death?"

"All people from the Hidden Gate know that once a body or person falls into the hands of the Soul Locking Gate, their fate is miserable."

Another burly man in a black robe interjected, "I suddenly have a conjecture. I remember at the time that the portal between the Hidden Gate and the secular world was closed. Could someone have used our channel to smuggle a person into the Hidden Gate?"

At this suggestion, everyone’s eyes lit up.

Though risky, it was indeed the only method.

Suddenly, one of the men clenched his fist and smashed it on top of the stone coffin, "Damn it, it must be so; we’ve been played! We must find this fellow fast. Since he wanted to be a test subject for our Soul Locking Gate, we’ll gladly oblige!"

After speaking, the man unclenched his fist while his fingers moved quickly, forming a spell. Clearly, he was setting up some sort of spell.

In the next instant, a little fox appeared in his palm; he let the fox sniff the inside of the coffin briefly before putting it on the ground.

The little fox, as if guided by some command, bolted in a specific direction!

Clearly, they had found the one who’d managed to infiltrate the Outer Hidden Sect under pretense!