71 The Record of a Happy Encounter of Ambition Turned Into A Donkey 1 (1/2)

From the Spirit Sword Mountain, Daoist Master Zhifeng absentmindedly flew to the east. Because he has lost his reliable Sword of Mount Kun and was injured because of his shaken heart’s dao, his flying speed was not as fast as before. After about two hours, he has yet to leave the one thousand miles radius sphere of influence of the Spirit Sword Sect.

On his way, Daoist Zhifeng saw a black-clothed daoist priest blocking his way.

His mind focused again as he tried to recognize the man; he could not help but be surprised as his heart turned cold. “Kong Zhang…!?”

Daoist Kong Zhang was another Shengjing Sect member like him; he was another Division Head in the Blue River Region. However, his identity was highly independent, not at all under Zhifeng’s jurisdiction. Although his cultivation level was merely at Jindan Stage, he has never given face to Zhifeng—the person in charge of the area.

As for the reason why, it was because this Daoist Kong Zhang was the direct subordinate of the leader of the Yama Hall of the Shengjing Sect. He was specifically responsible for the intelligence work in the area, thus their work remained independent. Apart from reporting directly to the Head of the Yama Hall and the Sect Leader, he has no other restriction. Basically, he was somewhat similar to the outside world’s Brocade Clad Guard [2] of the Great Ming Country.

Daoist Kong Zhang’s intelligence work was not only to gather information about the outside but also internal. In the past, he had always carried himself in low key manner. Whenever Daoist Master Zhifeng tried to tempt or engage him, he remained unmoved. Therefore, Daoist Master Zhifeng gradually put down his guard; he thought that this fellow was just eating and drinking, waiting for his death. He also thought that this fellow was sent to the Blue River Region because of the lack in ability, just like him.

Therefore, Daoist Master Zhifeng had always thought that this fellow was unaware of his little trick in the White Moon Country. Now it seemed like...

“You lost?”

Daoist Kong Zhang’s ice-cold word slowly squeezed out from his pale cheek, causing Daoist Master Zhifeng’s chest to tighten.

Things have indeed been brought to light, and this fellow sect member, who resembled more of a ghost, probably knew his conduct from the start, but just deliberately ignored his action; perhaps this fellow was just trying to fish in troubled waters?

“That’s right, I’ve lost.”

Daoist Kong Zhang coldly said, “What a disgraceful waste.”

“You!?” Daoist Master Zhifeng was immediately enraged. Even though he was indeed like a stray dog at the moment, he was still a Yuanying Stage Elder. How could a Jindan cultivator dare to show off and insult him? Who does he think he is? Fifth Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect?

As soon as this Yuanying Stage cultivator got angry, his magical power immediately began to circulate; he was about to transform the surrounding spiritual energy and then use a spell to teach Kong Zhang a little lesson. However, before Daoist Zhifeng could make his move, a lightning strike suddenly appeared right in front of him.

The next moment, Daoist Master Zhifeng completely froze; his magical power circulation was forced to stop, thus even though he knew countless of spells, he could not cast any of them.

Daoist Kong Zhang, with a golden knife in hand, crossed over the one-kilometer distance between them in a flash, broke Daoist Zhifeng’s body protection barrier, held the knife on his throat, and then sneered.

“You can’t even counter my trick, you really are a waste.”

Daoist Master Zhifeng felt a cold feeling welling up inside him. Just now, the lightning power seeped into his body; it was a surprise attack. Even if he has the time to prepare, whether or not he could resist it was still up in the open, much less when he was taken by surprise like now.

Thinking of this, Daoist Master Zhifeng tremblingly asked, “Are… you really just a Jindan Stage Cultivator?”

Kong Zhang sneered. “If someone wants to deal with a waste like you, why would they need to be on a higher level than you?”

With that, his hand moved toward Zhifeng’s chest—on top of his heart—and, while casting a strange spell, he began to draw a character seal.

No matter how waste Daoist Master Zhifeng was, his knowledge was vast. He quickly recognized the meaning of the seal. “This, this is… Kong Zhang, without the sect’s trial, you can’t do this to me!”

“What a joke, why should the Sect Elders bother themselves to put a waste like you into the trial? The evidence has entered the sect; it’s already beyond your control.”

Kong Zhang extended his right hand and forcefully pushed that seal into Daoist Master’s Zhifeng’s heart. Daoist Master Zhifeng immediately screamed as that powerful magical power entered his body and began to devour him. His whole body twisted and groaned; this four hundred years old Yuanying Cultivator could not resist the power of this seal even a little bit.

In about a quarter of an hour, Daoist Master Zhifeng had been completely transformed, from an old man to a donkey.

Kong Zhang grabbed that donkey and flew away. Before long. they reached a humble small town in the Blue River Region. This was a small town, but it was where the traffic passed through. It was a very bustling city with many people coming and going. Kong Zhang landed several miles outside of the town. His green Daoist Robe, which was filled with a lot of magical power, has become an ordinary coarse cloth long gown. Kong Zhang himself has changed from a grim Daoist to a middle-aged peddler. He slowly walked into the town while pulling the donkey.

When he entered the town later, Kong Zhang came straight to an inn. After he tied the donkey in the front, he called the waiter to open a room for him, ordered a few dishes, and then, after he ate, went upstairs to rest.

However, when he pushed open the door, that simple guest room suddenly transformed, changing its appearance into :”clear water and green hills”, a place of exceptional scenery.

Shortly after Kong Zhang entered the room, several black clothed Shengjing Sect members appeared out of thin air and respectfully saluted him.

Kong Zhang nodded to one of them, and then said, “Give me the several years worth of data that came out of the Spirit Sword Sect.”

That black-clothed member immediately complied with a “yes”. Half an hour later, that member returned with five pieces of Jade Plates.

Kong Zhang’s brows could not help but wrinkle. “Just these?”

In recent years, the focus of their intelligence in the Blue River Region was not on the Spirit Sword Sect. Although they were one of the top five sects, they were being low-key for too long, which made nobody interested in them. However, some second rate sects in the Blue River Region had gone into prominence lately and caught their attention… Kong Zhang just didn’t think that the intelligence data regarding Spirit Sword Sect would be so scarce!

However, when he took a piece of that Jade Plate and read the information in it using his Primordial Spirit, cold sweat began to pour out his body as his mind was greatly shocked!

“H-how could this sect…”

This grim-faced sect member put down that Jade Plate, and then scolded, “That waste Zhifeng almost provoked a disaster!”

Shengjing Sect has never been afraid of enemies, but they wouldn’t just casually antagonize other people, especially now that they had established the continent-wide strategy of putting sect’s divisions in each region. They wanted to make friends, not to antagonize everyone and make enemies everywhere. If they stirred up the whole world’s anger, they’d be dead. In particular, even though they were the strongest sect in the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, they were not invincible; some adversaries were better off left to their own devices.

After looking at this Jade Plate, Kong Zhang could immediately conclude that this Spirit Sword Sect was one of those sects that should not be easily provoked. Of course, that didn’t mean they were untouchables, but… it was completely not worth the candle.

Thinking to this, Kong Zhang sighed, lifted a pen, and began to write something in the air.

——

A day later, a golden flying sword flew from the east and arrived on the boundary of the Spirit Sword Sect. That flying sword was extremely fast, but it suddenly stopped before the entrance of the Spirit Sword Sect; it floated high in the air, as far away as possible from the visiting guests.

Before long, the Spirit Sword Sect’s great array opened a path for it. This flying sword thus slowly flew along that open path and eventually fell into a palm of an old man.

This old man was naturally the controller of all things inside the Spirit Sword Sect—the Sect Leader, Daoist Master Feng Yin. He let the golden sword enter the sect area because he had already recognized that it was the Shengjing Sect’s flying sword messenger.

Speaking of which, the letter exchange between the top sects have become more frequent today. This flying sword was not their usual method of communication, and it was only used in a relatively formal occasion. Usually, they would just use a talisman, which was both fast and effortless.

Feng Yin warily took the golden sword and discovered that there was a mustard seed bag tied on the handle. With a glance, he knew what this meant and understood why they didn’t use the talisman.

However, why would the dignified Shengjing Sect’s Sect Leader send this thing in secret? This flying sword messenger was usually used between individuals. Between two sects, especially among the top five sects in the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, their actions and movements would usually be handled with utmost care. The Spirit Sword Sect has always been low-key, but the Shengjing Sect was known as the top sect in the Immortal Cultivation World. Thus, everything they did would always be exceptionally elaborate. If there were something they wanted to send, they would do it in a much bigger fun fare—they would dispatch one of their members to personally deliver. It was never as simple as sending out a flying golden sword; no matter what, it seemed disrespectful.

The last time when Zhifeng came ablaze in anger, he single-handedly confronted them, Feng Yin has already seen his guilty conscience and knew that he was the sole offender. However, how could he possibly let a mere Shengjing Sect’s Division Head run rampant in his own place? Even if the Shengjing Sect looked down on people, on the surface, they would still need to appear good.