Chapter 291: Chapter 123 The Unity of Man and Sword! The Sensitivity of the Sword!_1
“Then, it’s time to take a trip to the Iron Sword Sect,” said Su Changkong as he put away the scroll.
Though he had intelligence about Huangfu Honglang and felt that his own strength exceeded his, caution was always essential.
What if it was a trap? What if Huangfu Honglang was hiding his true strength? What if, after killing Huangfu Honglang, Blood Smoke Tower refused to acknowledge the deed shamelessly?
Therefore, it wouldn’t hurt to be extra cautious. In any case, he should head to the Iron Sword Sect first to investigate personally!
The Iron Sword Sect, located within the territory of Dafeng State City, had a history of two to three hundred years. It had always been rather inconspicuous until Huangfu Honglang emerged—a formidable figure who brought fame to the sect by swallowing up several smaller factions and gaining a certain notoriety!
The residence of the Iron Sword Sect was situated atop Iron Sword Mountain. Along the mountain path, every ten steps there was a sentry, guarded by numerous martial artists of the Iron Sword Sect, all sword-bearing and with sharp auras.
It was now the deep of night, several days later, and ninety percent of the martial artists within the Iron Sword Sect were already at rest. Only those carrying lanterns and on night duty patrolled back and forth, preventing anyone from infiltrating the Iron Sword Sect in the dead of night.
“It’s so cold! Even with my inner organs being tempered, it’s a bit hard to endure,” said a young man among two wearing the uniforms of the Iron Sword Sect’s martial artists and carrying lanterns, shivering from the cold wind that blew.
It was the height of the cold winter season, especially at night when temperatures were extremely low. Even martial artists, clad in thin clothing, could distinctly feel the chill.
“You refused to wear a cotton garment underneath, and now you’re feeling cold?” the other, an older martial artist, said with a chuckle, shaking his head.
“Recently, the Tyrant Saber Sect has repeatedly provoked our Iron Sword Sect. I’ve heard that in one or two months, our Sect Leader will come out of his seclusion. By then, he will surely make the Tyrant Saber Sect pay!”
The two patrolling martial artists, out of boredom, whispered to each other, both looking forward to their Sect Leader’s methods with anticipation in their tones.
As they moved further away, behind an artificial hill, a man dressed in the Iron Sword Sect uniform stood quietly, having overheard their conversation.
The man’s appearance was ordinary, neither tall nor short, but it was none other than Su Changkong!
Several days earlier, Su Changkong had already arrived at the Iron Sword Sect. Furthermore, he was careful and meticulous, changing into the uniform of a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, altering his appearance, and infiltrating the sect every night to gather information.
With Su Changkong’s Turtle Breath Technique at the ninth realm, his ability to conceal his presence was extremely sophisticated. As long as he remained still and silent, he was indistinguishable from a piece of deadwood, and outsiders found it difficult to detect his presence.
Over these days, Su Changkong indeed gleaned quite a bit of information.
The Sect Leader of the Iron Sword Sect, Huangfu Honglang, was currently within the sect, in secluded cultivation at a forbidden area on the back mountain, comprehending swordsmanship for two months already.
“Now, what I need to do is find Huangfu Honglang and kill him!” Su Changkong’s gaze was cold.
Even though Huangfu Honglang was in seclusion, he couldn’t go without food or drink. According to Su Changkong’s observations over the past few nights, there were Iron Sword Sect disciples who brought wine and food to the forbidden area at the back mountain, likely for Huangfu Honglang.
Su Changkong’s plan was simple: to pretend to be an Iron Sword Sect disciple bringing food to Huangfu Honglang, poison the meal, catch him off guard, kill him, and then leave.
“Here they come.”
Su Changkong lay in wait silently, and soon his eyes lit up when he saw two figures in Iron Sword Sect disciple uniform approaching down the road.
Both men were in their twenties, bearing similar features, likely brothers. One carried a jug of wine, while the other held a wooden plate full of delicious food, covered with a bamboo basket to keep the meal from cooling, and one could smell the aroma from afar.
These were the two tasked with delivering wine and food to Huangfu Honglang.
The pair walked in silence, accustomed to the quiet as they went about their daily task of delivering the meal, for Huangfu Honglang had a habit of eating late-night snacks.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, they felt a breeze from behind, followed by a heavy blow to the back of their heads. Their vision darkened as they collapsed to the ground, with the wooden plate and wine jug flying out of their hands. However, two hands swept them up, landing them silently and unharmed on the ground.
And the two Iron Sword Sect disciples fell unconscious without a sound, while Su Changkong grabbed their shoulders and dragged them behind the artificial hill.
“Crack, crack, crack!”
Su Changkong swiftly changed into the clothes of the older one, scrutinized his facial features and body type, altered his own body and skeletal structure with the Turtle Breath Bone Changing technique, then applied a powder to his face to roughen his skin.
Once finished, Su Changkong and the older martial artist didn’t look exactly the same, but they bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to each other, not noticeable to those who weren’t familiar with him unless they looked closely.
After that, Su Changkong added a small amount of Boiling Blood Scatter poison into both the wine and food to avoid detection through smell.
“Let’s go to the back mountain.”
Prepared, Su Changkong did not delay. Holding the tray full of food and tucking the wine jug under his arm, he set off toward the forbidden area at the back mountain.
The forbidden area of the back mountain was where Huangfu Honglang, the Sect Leader of the Iron Sword Sect, was in seclusion. No one was allowed to enter without permission.
Before he got close, Su Changkong felt several sharp presences at the entrance to the forbidden area of the back mountain. These were the Iron Sword Sect experts guarding the entrance, among whom at least two were martial artists at the Qi-Blood Realm with profound Qi and Blood.