The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

While muttering to himself, Su Jingzhen took off on his flying sword and flew to the neighboring courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, there were six or seven people negotiating with the Longyan branch of the Evil Moon Sect.

Su Jingzhen recognized them.

They were the key figures of the Feng Baozhao faction who had escaped during the great purge of the Feng family in Yunmeng City.

Feng Baozhao himself was one of them.

As far as Su Jingzhen was concerned, none of the members of the Feng Baozhao faction were worthy of his attention at this point.

They were mere ants.

He hadn’t cared about them for a long time, but since he happened to meet them today, he couldn’t let them go.

After all, much of the newly formed alliance depended on Feng Qingya.

He was well aware that history was often rewritten by minor characters.

“Since I’ve met you, it can only mean that you’re out of luck,” Su Jingzhen muttered as he stealthily entered the courtyard.

At that moment, a late-stage Golden Core elder from the Longyan branch of the Evil Moon Sect looked at Feng Baozhao with a serious expression.

“Daoist Feng, our cooperation might have to end from now on.

Our Longyan branch is about to be disbanded, so we can’t fulfill the previous agreement.

If you want to deal with the Linjiang branch, please find someone else.”

The demonic cultivator spoke firmly.

The Feng Baozhao faction frowned.

“As I said, I want to meet the head of the Longyan branch,” Feng Baozhao said.

Su Jingzhen, who was about to reveal himself, paused.

He also wanted to know where Zou Zeyu was.

“I’m sorry, even we don’t know where our holy son is right now.

That’s all I have to say, Daoist Feng, please leave.”

At this moment, the Golden Core late stage demonic cultivator directly dismissed Feng Baozhao and his faction.

Seeing this firm stance, Feng Baozhao paused and finally nodded.

His expression was filled with disappointment.

“Since you’re here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?

The feng shui of Longyan City is quite good and it is perfect for a burial ground.”

After hearing their discussion, Su Jingzhen no longer hesitated and stepped out of the shadows.

He smiled at Feng Baozhao and the others.

Seeing Su Jingzhen’s appearance, everyone was slightly stunned.

Then, the Golden Core Demonic Cultivators who had been negotiating with Feng Baozhao’s faction suddenly changed their expressions.

Without hesitation, they knelt down on one knee.

“We pay our respects to Master Su!”

Although they were from the Longyan branch, they were all part of the Evil Moon Sect.

Addressing Su Jingzhen as their superior was appropriate.

Without hesitation, they immediately surrounded Feng Baozhao and his group.

Having reached such a level, none of them were fools.

They knew that they had to show their loyalty and attitude at this moment, or else it would be their end.

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivators were considered to be high-ranking members of the Longyan branch.

They were well aware of what had happened in the Linjiang branch a few days ago, and they knew Su Jingzhen’s current status.

Even the main branch of the Evil Moon Sect might have to take Su Jingzhen’s opinion into consideration.

What could their Longyan branch compete with?

When Zou Zeyu and the Second Elder disappeared, these people knew their fate.

So, without any instructions from Zou Zeyu or the Second Elder, they dared to refuse Feng Baozhao’s request for further cooperation.

“It’s you! Su Jingzhen!”

Feng Baozhao and his faction came to their senses.

Each of them showed fear.

Although they operated in the shadows, their information wasn’t sealed off.

They knew what Su Jingzhen was now, and desperation filled their eyes.

Feng Baozhao knew that escaping was impossible in front of Su Jingzhen.

And given their past grievances, seeking peace was impossible.

“Perhaps this is my fate,” he muttered after a moment of silence, his expression filled with sorrow.

The next moment, his aura suddenly turned chaotic.

A trickle of blood spilled out of his mouth.

Then, his aura completely dissipated, indicating that he had severed his own meridians.

Feng Baozhao probably knew that if Su Jingzhen acted, the manner of his death would be extremely cruel.

He decided to end his life quickly.

“Head of the family!”

Seeing this, the others from Feng Baozhao’s faction also showed sadness.

Even more filled with hatred.

But they were helpless.

The grief of being at the end of the road was always moving.

However, Su Jingzhen felt no compassion.

He knew that this was just bad luck for these people. If they had gained power, Feng Qingya’s fate would have been a hundred times worse.

The cruelty of the cultivation world was something Su Jingzhen had known for a long time. Every decision came with a price.

As for the remaining members of the Feng family, Su Jingzhen didn’t want to deal with them personally.

The Golden Core level was too weak for him.

He just glanced at the demonic cultivators surrounding the Feng family members.

They understood and immediately raised their aura.

They attacked the remaining Feng family members with ruthless moves.

In no time, everyone from Feng Baozhao’s faction was dead.

From the beginning to the end, only Su Jingzhen appeared, and Feng Baozhao’s faction was destroyed.

This was the positive feedback brought about by the change in his own power and status.

“Qingya shouldn’t blame me for taking the initiative to eliminate her enemies.

I really don’t have the time to personally escort them back.

I wonder where the other key figure of this faction, Feng Mingyan, has gone?

But that’s all.”

Looking at the bodies on the ground, Su Jingzhen muttered again.

Feng Mingyan was a figure on Su Jingzhen’s early must-kill list.

However, over time, he had almost forgotten about this person.

If this person was hiding, it would indeed be hard to find him in the vast Qingzhou.

It was a small regret.

“Master Su, we will return to the main sect immediately.

As for the Holy Son and the Second Elder, we really don’t know where they are.

Please spare our lives!”

After dealing with everyone from Feng Baozhao’s faction, the demonic cultivators knelt before Su Jingzhen again.

They had returned to calling Zou Zeyu the Holy Son.

They also knew that Zou Zeyu and Su Jingzhen were bound to be enemies.

Seeing these people being so cooperative, Su Jingzhen couldn’t be bothered.

He treated this incident as a minor detour on his journey.

Without saying another word, Su Jingzhen took off on his flying sword and continued on his way to the Holy City.

Just finding spiritual veins for Little Green made him the busiest person in Qingzhou.