<div> Chapter 128: Cult’s response
 For a moment, only the sound of crackling torches filled the room.
 Then Hu San laughed coldly, his voice dripping with venom. "You dare to threaten me in my own hall?" His eyes glowed with savage light. "Do not mistake restraint for weakness. My brother’s blood calls for vengeance, and if Feng Yun thinks he can hide behind that old cripple Sword Saint, he is wrong. I will see him gutted and nailed to the city gates."
 The hooded figure shifted ever so slightly, but the pressure of his presence did not recede. "Do as you wish, Guild Master. But mark my words—if you act too rashly, you’ll draw eyes we do not want upon us. Our plan in this city is delicate. Disturb it, and even your guild will not escape unscathed."
 Hu San sneered but said nothing. His gaze was cold, his fury barely leashed.
 "Then", the hooded man continued smoothly, his tone turning sly, "perhaps we can find a compromise. If you want Feng Yun’s head so badly, we can... guide your blade. Our information network runs deeper than yours. Feng Yun’s background is still unclear; it is certain that he has some connection with the Royal Clan, but his identity is a mystery. But it won’t be long; we will find his identity soon enough."
 Hu San’s head jerked up. "What are you implying?"
 The figure’s grin was audible in his whisper. "That not every battle must be fought with blades. every man has weaknesses... We just need to find his weakness."
 Silence fell once more, thicker than before.
 The guild master tapped his fingers against the table, considering. He hated the cult’s arrogance, hated that they dared lecture him. But deep down, he knew one thing—if the cult truly decided to move against him, even the Black Wolf Guild would crumble.
 Finally, he exhaled, sharp and short. "Very well. For now... I will wait. But if another chance comes—" His eyes glinted with feral promise. "I will take it. And neither you nor your cult will stop me."
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 </div> The hooded figure inclined his head ever so slightly, like a shadow bowing. "That’s all we ask. Patience, Guild Master. Soon, the city itself will burn. Then you may have all the blood you desire."
 With that, the figure dissolved into the shadows, his form scattering like smoke.
 The hall remained tense, the air thick with unsaid words.
 Hu San sat back heavily, his teeth grinding. His brother’s laughter echoed in his mind, now silenced forever.
 "Feng Yun..." he muttered, his voice a deadly whisper. "Sword Saint or not, I will tear everything you hold dear apart."
 The flickering torches swayed in the draught, casting monstrous shadows on the walls—shadows that looked, for an instant, like writhing demons grinning at the thought of blood.
 When the last of his elders had left the hall, Hu San remained seated in the high-backed chair, the silence pressing down like a weight.
 The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across his face, deepening the fury etched into his features.
 Brother...
 His mind conjured the image of Black Tiger’s final moments — kneeling, chest pierced, eyes wide with disbelief as his life drained away. A proud warrior, a trusted brother, cut down like a stray dog in front of the city’s rabble.
 Hu San’s fists clenched until his nails dug into flesh. Blood welled, but he didn’t notice.
 That damned Feng Yun. That brat dares to kill my blood in the streets as if we are nothing? And that old ghost Sword Saint... He should have rotted long ago, yet he returns, waving his sword as though the world still belongs to him.
 Hu San rose to his feet, his aura flaring violently, rattling the lanterns and making the hall tremble.
 "Feng Yun..." he hissed, his teeth grinding. "I’ll skin you alive. I’ll burn your name from this city. I’ll kill your entire clan to avenge my brother, and I’ll tear your legacy apart until even your bones are forgotten."
 The Black Wolf Guild master had made his decision.
 And Feng Yun’s name was now carved onto his vengeance blade.
 On the other hand, Feng Yun was oblivious that the guild master of the Black Wolf Guild had come out of seclusion upon hearing the news of his brother’s death.
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 </div> Although he didn’t know, he was already creating plans to destroy the Black Wolf Guild. The blood feud has already formed; it was either him or the Black Wolf Guild.
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 "So, what is the price of this bag of Silverleaf Spirit Tea?" Hu Xian’er looked at the bag of tea, her eyes showing a flicker of excitement, and asked.
 "I don’t lack spirit stones; I need something else." Feng Yun shook his head and spoke, "I want information about Hu San, the Guild Master of the Black Wolf Guild." Your immortal fairy pavilion has been established in the Black Plain City for a long time; you should have inside information about the Black Wolf Guild."
 "Are you thinking of making a move against the Black Wolf Guild?" Hu Xian’er couldn’t help but look at Feng Yun with a stunned gaze. The Black Wolf Guild was one of the strongest forces in Black Plain City, dominating the city for decades.
 Feng Yun wanted to destroy it. She couldn’t help but become even more curious about Feng Yun’s background.
 "The Black Wolf Guild tried to kill me last night; I want to eradicate those scumbags." Feng Yun said.
 "Well, the entire Black Wolf Guild is filled with criminals; everyone will feel happy to see it getting destroyed. However, it is not easy to destroy unless you are confident of killing a quasi-emperor realm cultivator." Hu Xian’er spoke softly.
 "Hmm, Quasi Emperor Realm. Isn’t Hu San only a Great Saint Realm cultivator? Could it be there is someone stronger than him in the guild?" Feng Yun was surprised and asked.
 "There is no quasi-emperor realm cultivator among the guild, but Hu San has practised a forbidden technique that could bring out strong combat power in exchange for blood essence. He survived a few times relying on this skill.</div>
 

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Chapter 128: Cult’s response

Chapter 128: Cult’s response For a moment, only the sound of crackling torches filled the room. Then Hu San laughed coldly, his voice dripping with venom. "You dare to threaten me in my own hall?" His eyes glowed with savage light. "Do not mistake restraint for weakness. My brother’s blood calls for vengeance, and if Feng Yun thinks he can hide behind that old cripple Sword Saint, he is wrong. I will see him gutted and nailed to the city gates." The hooded figure shifted ever so slightly, but...

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Chapter 128: Cult’s response

Fantasy World: Seducing The Heroine At The Start - Chapter 128: Cult’s response