Chapter Eighty-Two: The Lineage of the Three Pure Ones

From behind the portrait of the Immortal Sage came a trembling line of verse, and a desolate figure emerged from the shadowed recess behind it. As expected, it was Zheng Xuance, seated in his wheelchair.

Lin Feng had long guessed that it was him. From the formations on Cloud Peak Mountain to the layout of the residence, there were clear traces of the techniques of the Three Pure Ones sect.

Moreover, he had also recited the ancestral admonition of the sect’s founder, proving that this man was indeed a successor of the Three Pure Ones.

Lin Feng had crossed paths with the sect by chance, and there had been many karmic ties between them. By rights, he truly owed the Three Pure Ones a favor. With the thought of repaying that debt, he said calmly:

“I never imagined that there would still be a surviving heir of the Three Pure Ones on Earth. The lineage has not been severed after all. The formation on Cloud Peak Mountain was laid by you, was it not?”

“That’s right. Are you also a cultivator of the Three Pure Ones? Or are you...” Zheng Xuance’s eyes narrowed. He drew a short golden sword and guarded himself against Lin Feng.

After all, killing him now would mean seizing the remaining inheritance of the Three Pure Ones. Zheng Xuance had no choice but to be wary.

“Don’t be afraid. Though I can’t really be called a cultivator of the Three Pure Ones, I do have some ties to them, and I would not strike down a dying lineage and wipe it out when its inheritance is already so fragile. As for me, I will even lend you a hand.”

As he spoke, Lin Feng vanished in a blur. A silver needle shot from his fingertip and pierced Zheng Xuance’s right leg.

Then, one after another, over twenty silver needles flew out, each one striking a major acupoint in both legs with pinpoint precision.

After that, he activated the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones within his body, gathering the spiritual energy in his dantian. Through the silver needles, it flowed into Zheng Xuance’s legs, opening every blocked meridian.

“Aaah—”

To forcefully open the meridians of both legs by external power was already an agony beyond words.

For the first time in ten years, Zheng Xuance felt sensation in his legs again. Though the pain was enough to make cold sweat pour from him, his heart was filled with wild joy.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Feng withdrew his power and flicked his fingers.

The more than twenty silver needles returned in an instant to the needle case. He tossed over a prescription and said coolly:

“The meridians in your legs have been opened. Use my prescription to nourish them, and you should recover fully very soon. I have a deep karmic connection with the lineage of the Three Pure Ones. This manual, the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones, is the foundational scripture of your sect. Returning it to you counts as settling part of our karma.”

Lin Feng handed Zheng Xuance a handwritten copy of the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones.

“The True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones? Is it really the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones? This isn’t a dream? The revival of my sect is within sight!”

Overcome with excitement, Zheng Xuance took the manual with trembling hands.

His eyes filled with tears. He lifted his head and looked up at the ceiling as tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

With the lineage lost and the age of fading law upon the world, the Three Pure Ones had long since withered until only Zheng Xuance remained.

Now not only had the sect’s secret manual been restored, but his own legs had also been healed. It was as if Heaven itself favored the Three Pure Ones.

In front of Lin Feng, Zheng Xuance quickly opened the book and, in less than a quarter of an hour, committed it all to memory. Then he casually burned it to ash, leaving not the slightest trace.

When he was done, Zheng Xuance’s eyes were wet and blurred. He fell straight to his knees before Lin Feng, tears streaming down his face.

“Senior Lin, at this moment when the Three Pure Ones stand between life and death, you came to our aid and returned clear skies to Zheng Xuance’s world! From this day on, you are my lifesaving benefactor in this world. From now on, Zheng Xuance will obey your every command!”

Zheng Xuance had long ago divined that in this life he would meet a benefactor.

He had never imagined that this benefactor would be the young man before him, barely in his twenties.

Lin Feng helped Zheng Xuance to his feet. His legs had only just recovered and still needed rest and rehabilitation; they were very fragile and could not endure such strain.

“With my prescription added in, five days should be enough for a complete recovery. I’ll stay here for the next few days. If there is anything you do not understand about the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones, you may ask me at midnight. Farewell.”

“Farewell, Senior Lin!”

Zheng Xuance cupped his hands in respect and escorted Lin Feng out.

Lin Feng’s figure soon vanished into the darkness.

The next morning, everyone gathered in the living room, and Zheng Xuance had already been waiting there for some time.

He had not slept all night, absorbed in the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones. He only felt endlessly exhilarated, wholly devoted to cultivation. Though he had not rested, he still looked full of spirit.

“After a night of consideration, I have decided to accept Mr. Lin’s terms. Seven days from now, I will serve as his guide and lead the way into Cloud Peak Mountain.”

“What? Mr. Zheng, won’t you reconsider? I can raise it to two hundred million!”

This matter concerned priceless treasures and the old man’s life. How could Qian Youyou possibly back down? She immediately raised the offer to two hundred million.

“I’m sorry, Miss Qian, but Mr. Lin’s offer is far greater than yours. This is not something mere money can bridge. Besides, money is meaningless to someone of my profession. Please leave.”

Zheng Xuance began to show them out. Qian Youyou was not willing to retreat so easily. She drew the silver pistol from her bosom and pointed it at Zheng Xuance.

Her eyes red with fury, she roared:

“Zheng Xuance, I’m telling you now, the secret treasure in Cloud Peak Mountain concerns the rise and fall of my family. If you know what’s good for you, come with me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Zheng Xuance glanced up at Qian Youyou and said composedly,

“Miss Qian, do you think this is Singapore? Or do you imagine that you can be a lofty noblewoman anywhere you go?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Xuance swept his right hand.

A blast of icy wind surged forward like an iron wall, sweeping across the room!

In an instant, everyone in the living room was shoved out.

Qian Youyou was momentarily stunned and cried out in alarm:

“Master Guo! What happened? I was just inside a moment ago... How did I end up outside now?”

“Miss, this Zheng Xuance is at least a genuine entry-level adept, and he is highly skilled in formations and geomancy. On his own ground, we will gain no advantage. In my view, we should simply wait here. Seven days from now, once they set out, we follow behind them. Surely they do not think they can oppose us in the wilderness?”

“Fine! Master Guo, let’s do that. Once this is over, I will make them all pay in blood!”

Qian Youyou’s eyes blazed with hatred as she glared at the Zheng family’s private residence, murderous intent surging in her heart.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. During those days, Lin Feng helped Zheng Xuance sort out the meridians in his legs and taught him his insights into the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones.

Zheng Xuance had extraordinary talent. Not only did he quickly grasp the essentials of the art, but on the seventh day he also opened his first meridian and successfully advanced to a first-grade meridian-piercing spiritual adept.

His talent was so remarkable that even Lin Feng could not help but praise him.

Seven days later, Zheng Xuance’s legs had recovered as before, and he had thoroughly mastered the True Spirit Art of the Three Pure Ones.

Wang Jisheng then arranged a domestically made military off-road vehicle, stocked it with all necessary supplies, and set out for Cloud Peak Mountain at dawn on the eighth day.

However, just as they had stepped out of Zheng Xuance’s private residence, a convoy of seven Hummer vehicles suddenly appeared from a fork in the road and brazenly followed them, no matter how hard they tried to shake them off.

“Master Lin, damn it, Qian Youyou’s people are following us! We can’t get rid of them no matter what! They’ve latched onto us!”

Wang Jisheng was furious as he stared at the convoy in the rearview mirror.

Lin Feng and Zheng Xuance had anticipated this long ago, so they remained perfectly calm.

“There’s no need to pay them any mind. If they want to follow, let them follow. I’m only afraid they won’t.”