While on Mount Hua, my mind is at peace!

Chapter 83 Enemy Attack! Enemy Attack! Enemy Attack!

The following afternoon, Yue Feng and Feng Buping, along with Deng Jun, Xiong Tianba, Xiong Zhaozhao, and the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, headed to a small village near Mount Hua, the meeting point designated by Qi Lang. Qi Lang and Le Hou had already arrived and warmly greeted them.

One of them had brought many experts from the Eastern Depot, and the other had gathered a large number of friends from the surrounding area. Seeing that Yue Feng and Feng Buping had only brought such a small number of people, although they didn't say anything, their expressions unconsciously revealed a little dissatisfaction.

Yue Feng introduced Deng Jun and Xiong Tianba to Qi Lang and Le Hou, immediately dispelling their dissatisfaction. The Dafeng Gang and Weihe Gang, as the two largest forces in Huayin County, had been considered for alliances. However, both sides had made various excuses to avoid it, never expecting that they had already been subdued by this mysterious young hero, Feng.

Seeing that Qi Lang was chatting and laughing with Deng Jun and Xiong Tianba while leaving his own brothers aside, the two men in purple behind Qi Lang were indignant. They picked up their wine cups, walked up to the two men, and said, "I've heard so much about you. Come, let me toast you, brother." They secretly channeled their internal energy, creating a powerful gust of wind, and rammed into Deng Jun and Xiong Tianba's chests.

Qi Lang feigned a shout to stop them, but the two men in purple ignored him. Yue Feng smiled and merely watched the scene with indifference.

Deng Jun and Xiong Tianba also raised their wine cups and gently touched them to the rims of the two men in purple. With a soft sound, all four wine cups remained intact, but the two men in purple involuntarily let go, and the wine cups fell to the ground and shattered.

Qi Lang's expression changed slightly. The two men in purple were top-tier experts from the Eastern Depot, yet they couldn't withstand a single move from Deng Jun and Xiong Tianba. How could Yue Feng have subdued such talents? Would the Eastern Depot still hold sway over the martial arts world?

Seeing that Qi Lang remained silent, the members of the Eastern Depot assumed that he was unhappy because he had lost face. Then, one of them stepped forward and said to Feng Buping, "I have long heard that the Huashan sword technique is famous throughout the world. I am eager to learn a few moves from him. Please enlighten me, Mr. Feng."

Yue Feng gave the Six Immortals of Peach Valley a wink. The Six Immortals sprang forward; four grabbed the hands and feet of the Eastern Depot swordsman, while the other two drew short iron clubs and repelled the purple-clad man who had come to their aid. The leader of the Six Immortals, Peach Root Immortal, turned to Yue Feng and asked:

"To tear it or not?"

Yue Feng feigned great shock and shouted, "Put it down quickly! We're all friends, how can you resort to fists and kicks so easily?"

The Six Immortals of Peach Valley smacked their lips and released their grip at the same time, causing the Eastern Depot swordsman to fall straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Several men in purple robes rushed forward, helped him up, and checked his acupoints. Finding that they hadn't been sealed, they realized he had been terrified by the Six Immortals of Peach Valley.

Yue Feng said apologetically to Qi Lang, "I'm sorry, Lord Qi. I didn't train my men well, and they frightened the brothers of the Eastern Depot. I'll punish myself with a cup to express my apology." He drank the cup, turned it upside down, and showed the bottom to everyone.

Qi Lang was filled with frustration but couldn't vent it. He drank a cup with Yue Feng, which only made him more frustrated. He had no choice but to skip the matter and invite everyone to sit down. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, it was past midnight. Qi Lang led the group to the gate of a large courtyard with extremely high walls and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, the courtyard gate opened, and Zhou Huapeng and his men had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

The entrance to the tunnel that Zhou Huapeng and his men had dug was in the west wing of the courtyard. The group entered the tunnel one by one. Feng Buping, who had lived on Mount Hua for many years and knew the area best, led the way. Yue Feng, Deng Jun, and others followed behind him, followed by Le Hou, Qi Lang, and the others.

The construction was rushed, and the tunnels were of varying widths and uneven terrain, making it quite difficult for everyone, even those with martial arts skills, to move forward. Fortunately, there were sections on the ground, which allowed them to straighten their backs and breathe some fresh air.

After an unknown amount of time, when Feng Buping emerged from the ground again and, in the dim moonlight, saw the hazy lines of buildings in the distance, he finally exclaimed with mixed emotions, "We've arrived!"

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they looked at their leader, Feng Buping, with eager anticipation. Feng Buping remained silent, relying on his memory to lead them to a grand hall. The hall was pitch black, and Feng Buping glanced inside but couldn't see anything clearly.

He stopped on the stone steps at the entrance of the hall, turned around, and said to everyone, "That's it."

Qi Lang and Yue Hou exchanged a glance, both frowning. Qi Lang said, "Mr. Feng, didn't you say you were going to take us to Yue Buqun's residence? Could this be it?"

Feng Buping slowly shook his head and said slowly, "This is the back hall of the Huashan Sect, where the memorial tablets of the Huashan Sect's past patriarchs are located, and it is also the burial place I have chosen for myself."

"Tonight, I will use my own blood to show you that no matter how unworthy a disciple of my Sword Sect may be, they are still a disciple of Mount Hua, and will never forget their ancestors!"

After saying this, Feng Buping opened his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" His shouts echoed for a long time in the empty valley, but the Huashan Sect was as silent as if it had all died. Feng Buping shouted for a long time, but no one came out to respond. He was at a loss and stood there blankly.

Qi Lang laughed heartily, extremely smug: "Feng Buping, I knew long ago that you were more trouble than you were worth, which is why I instructed your two junior brothers to kill you. Did you really think our plan was that simple?"

Feng Buping asked in a hoarse voice, "You...you...what did you do behind my back?"

Qi Lang smiled and glanced at Yue Feng, who nodded in greeting. Both of them had cunning expressions on their faces.

"Speaking of which, it was you, Brother Feng, who came up with the idea. I found a few vegetable farmers who deliver vegetables to the Huashan Sect and secretly poisoned their vegetables..."

Feng Buping looked at Yue Feng in disbelief, but Yue Feng was whispering with Zhou Huapeng, completely ignoring him. Feng Buping felt his heart sinking lower and lower, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Impossible... How could so many people on Mount Hua have all been infected? You're lying to me... You must be lying to me..."

Qi Lang became even more smug: "Ordinary poisons naturally can't do this, but we're using 'Liangmeng Powder,' a specialty of the Tang Clan. This poison isn't very potent; if you take it, it will only make you sleep like a dead pig. Its advantage is that it tastes salty, just like it's been seasoned with salt, making it extremely difficult to detect."

"Feng Buping, the people of the Huashan Sect are just like you, still living in a dream right now! Haha!"

Feng Buping was now completely convinced, and utterly despairing. He drew the sword that had been with him for many years, looked at it deeply, and then slashed it across his own neck.

Suddenly, the sky brightened abruptly, as countless torches illuminated the hall. Feng Buping's sword was stopped by the hilt of a longsword, followed by a refined voice saying, "Junior Brother Feng, it has been many years since we last met. How are you?

Feng Buping stiffly turned his head, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the person next to him. A middle-aged scholar with a long, flowing beard had appeared there at some point and was now looking at Feng Buping with eager anticipation, waiting for his response.

Behind them, Master Mo Da of the Hengshan School, Master Mo Da's junior brother Liu Zhengfeng, Master Tianmen of the Taishan School, and Master Dingyi of the Hengshan School all stepped forward slowly, standing on both sides, looking down at them from their elevated positions.