The King of the Gods
Chapter 207: The End
This was the first time Zhao Feng had used a proper mental energy attack and it was much more successful than expected.
First Elder and Li Fuji were both right, Zhao Fengs true talent was here.
In just two to three days, he had already begun to grasp the basic concepts of the Heart Control Technique. If the hooded figure was still alive, he would probably go and kill himself by hitting a hunk of tofu. If the mysterious skeleton knew about this, it would probably not retreat so quickly and knock Zhao Feng down at any cost.
At this moment, among the trees.
"Why did you betray the Broken Moon Clan?"
"This is forced."
The face of the white-bearded old man was full of respect and fear.
Zhao Feng's brows furrowed - the situation was more complex than expected. Not only was the white-bearded old man forced to betray the Clan, he also developed fear and obedience towards the Ancient Shrine.
The Heart Control Technique was extremely profound and could even control the consciousness of others, but Zhao Feng had just learned it and it was nowhere near the level of that hooded figure.
“What is the origin of this power? What is the relationship between Ancient Temple and Red Moon Religion?”
“These just follow orders and do not know their origin or the existence of the Red Moon Religion..”.
The white-bearded old man wore a puzzled expression.
Zhao Feng was very surprised. It seemed like he was only a messenger and he did not enter the inner circle at all - he did not know as much as himself.
Another round of questions confirmed Zhao Feng's suspicions.
The white-bearded old man was merely a member of the outer circle controlled by the Red Moon Religion and he was a decoy, a chess piece.
According to what he knew, all 13 Clans had been infiltrated by the Red Moon Religion but they were only limited to outside members.
Half a day later.
Inside the book room of Guanjun Palace.
"I don't believe that you have become a Core disciple and have the First Elder as your support in just half a year."
Lord Guanjun's eyes were filled with excitement and surprise. He did not think that Zhao Feng would have a great future when he sent the latter to the Sky Moon Mountain.
At that time, Lord Guanjun thought that his success rate was below 50%, and this was the best.
Now, in just half a year, Zhao Feng had become a Core disciple and he would participate in the Three Clans Feast.
Other than Zhao Feng inside the room, there was also the white-bearded old man.
Zhao Feng had told Lord Guanjun about the mission and heard this, the latter was shocked - not only because of Zhao Fengs display of strength, but also because of the hands of the Red Moon Religion.
“I can't believe there are people level Sub-Division Leaders in Cloud Country.”
Mr. Guanjun was stunned.
As of now, Zhao Feng still did not know the true identity of the mysterious skeleton. After all, his left eye could only see, and not hear.
From how the Blood Corpse Protector acted against that skeleton, it was likely that the latter could become the Sub-Division Leader.
Back then when the Red Moon Religion reached its peak, there were a total of 108 Sub-Divisions with one of them being able to destroy the Thirteen Clans.
Therefore, Zhao Feng did not think that the skeleton would be higher ranked - the full Division Leader.
"Master, what kind of clan is this Ancient Temple?" Zhao Feng suddenly asked.
Lord Guanjun's expression was serious: “The Ancient Temple is ranked 2nd out of the 13 Clans and this is the most mysterious one. The headquarters of this Clan was somewhere in the depths of the Sky Cloud Forest. Almost no one knows the exact position.”
“Very mysterious.”
Zhao Feng could not help but click his tongue.
The clan could hide in the depths of the Sky Cloud Forest.
“The Ancient Shrine's skill was mental energy and although this was unusual, they only received a few disciples each generation. The total number of Ancient Shrines did not exceed one hundred, it could even be fewer ... " Lord Guanjun explained.
Zhao Feng fell into deep thought - those who were talented in the path of mental energy were extremely rare, so they were only able to receive a few disciples each generation. It was like finding a person with the same level of talent as Bei Moi.
“But don't underestimate the Ancient Temple. Although they did not have many members, their overall strength was ranked 2nd out of the 13 Clans. The mysterious figure hooded that day who controlled the hordes of beasts and attacked Guanjun Province City was a member of the Ancient Temple.” Lord Guanjun added seriously, it is clearly different from this Clan.
Zhao Feng smiled when he heard about the hooded figure, but he did not say anything. If Lord Guanjun knew that the hooded figure had been wiped out by him, who would know how he felt?
But the mysteries of the Ancient Temple made Zhao Feng suspicious.
He had always felt that there was a special connection between the Ancient Temple and the Red Moon Religion.
According to logic, a mysterious Clan that excelled in mental energy would not be easily controlled or the entire Thirteen Clans might have already been destroyed.
In terms of the difficulty to infiltrate, the Ancient Shrine was the most difficult.
Of course, this was according to Zhao Fengs guess and analysis, there was no evidence or evidence, so it could not be confirmed.
If he were to start spreading rumors, the Broken Moon Clan would face immense pressure from the Ancient Temple.
“Master, Three Clans Party is about to begin. Students must leave now. ”
Zhao Feng did not decide to stay for long in Guanjun Palace.
The party of the Three Clans was the most important thing right now. Even if Zhao Feng didn't feel urgent, the First Elder would.
Lord Guanjun could not contain his excitement. The party of the Three Clans was only a legend to him when he was an outer disciple.
“Feng'er, since you can participate in the Three Clans Party, this means that you will also have a great chance of entering the Alliance Banquet later. According to what I know, the Three Clans Party only fought between the three neighboring Clans. The Alliance Banquet was the true stage of geniuses. That's where the magic fights. Even Bei Moi would not be the most talented there.”
Lord Guanjun's face was full of hope.
The Three Clans Feast and Alliance Banquet was once his dream but due to the limitations of talent, none of these dreams were achieved.
“Master, relax. The disciple will take back all the glory. ” Zhao Feng said
Then he left with the white-bearded old man, who followed him from behind like a servant.
The eyes of Lord Guanjun suddenly saw a package on the table and opened it, there were several Spiritual Pills as well as some martial arts and even two Mid-class Mortal weapons.
Seeing this, Lord Guanjun's eyes reddened, but he did not know if this was due to gratitude or emotion.
On the same night.
"My master, a mysterious person left something on the stairs for you."
A member of Guanjun Corp bowed and handed him a metal container.
Lord Guanjun opened it and realized that there were also some pills and Spiritual skills. Although they were not worth as much as Zhao Feng had given, it was still a large sum.
Under the container was a letter: “I will definitely take Hai Yun Master's head one day and give it to Master.
From: Bei Moi.”
Lord Guanjun took a cold breath and he immediately tore the paper into powder.
“Feng'er.. Moier.. It's my good fortune to have you two as my students. I have no regrets anymore. Hi Yun, you may have a wonderful life but you have lost, lost.
Tears streamed down Lord Guanjun's face as the latter nearly went insane.
The Broken Moon Clan.
There were only three days left until the Three Clans Feast.
On this day, Zhao Feng returned and handed the white-bearded old man over to Vice Chief Li.
“In the last half year, there was news of the Red Moon Religion infiltration in the Thirteen Clans. Although the Red Moon Religion tried to rise several times in the past hundred years, they had always been slaughtered by the great factions in the Northern Continent. Small forces like ours only need to protect our core members.”.
Vice Chief Li was not surprised by the results of the mission.
Zhao Feng was surprised - there was likely a Sub-Division Leader here.
“That's right, you just said 'maybe'. I will report this to the Clan, but one thing is certain. Because of your appearance, the Red Moon Religion fortress will move.” Vice Head Li said confidently.
Both Zhao Feng and Vice Chief Li had no idea that the mysterious skeleton was not the Sub-Division Leader, but the full Division Leader.
The Red Moon Religion is said to have 12 Divisions, and 108 Sub Divisions.
A Division Leader was able to cause waves in the Northern Continent and could destroy a small Clan like a child's game.
Fortunately, the Thirteen Clan was too weak in their eyes and there was no point in destroying this place.
Zhao Feng thought that even if the high authority of the Clan didn't care, why should I do it?
But he still reported everything to the First Elder.
"You mean ... one of the Elders of the Silver Moon Clan may have been taken over by the Red Moon Religion?"
The First Elder only half believed this because if there really was a terrifying existence, Zhao Feng could not retreat without being harmed.
On the same day.
The Broken Moon Clan sent two Elders and some elites to scout the ancient temple, but the place was already destroyed.
There's nothing they can do.
The current focus of the Broken Moon Clan was on the Three Clans Feast and at that time, the three Clans would discuss several things, including how to deal with the Red Moon Religion.
Zhao Feng didn't really care - no matter how chaotic this world was, only strength could solve everything.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed and Zhao Feng made more progress in mental energy.
At this moment, he was controlling a bird that was flying with his left eye.
Fffs!
When the bird was within range of the Floating Peak Palace, it was reduced to dust by lightning.
Zhao Feng's heart trembled and he seemed to have gained enlightenment. Having a personal sense of lightning, his insight into the Lightning Legacy deepened.
He opened his palm and several small arcs of lightning appeared.
He finally comprehended a tenth of the first floor of Lightning's legacy.
“Young Brother Zhao, Sir wants to see you. Three Clans party to begin.”
Outside the courtyard was heard Yang Gan's voice.