"I am the one who knows City Lord Feng the best. Don't you think so?"
Yu Chi Feng warily eyed the person approaching him, ready to attack at any moment.
He couldn't understand how such an impudent and strange person could break into the heavily guarded Liudu City, nor did he know the origin of the strange patterns on that person's face. But his intuition told him that the person in front of him was not simple.
The man's smile grew wider, casting a playful gaze at Yu Chi Feng.
Just as Yu Chi Feng was about to exert force with his feet and charge forward, Feng Tingliu suddenly moved.
Feng Tingliu snatched the sword from Yu Chi Feng's hand and casually threw the tobacco pipe into his arms. Even though Yu Chi Feng had a tough skin, he was still startled by the heat of the pipe and quickly and carefully held the valuable tobacco pipe.
Yu Chi Feng's sword was very heavy, but even though Feng Tingliu was used to light swords, he could still hold it steadily.
Dressed in a pink outfit, Feng Tingliu held the sword and stepped forward steadily, presenting a unique sight.
Yu Chi Feng was worried about Feng Tingliu's safety and exclaimed, "Young Master!"
However, the man did not seem to have the intention to attack.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Tingliu suddenly made a move. He lunged forward, grabbed the man's collar with one hand, and swung the sword at the man's face with the other!
The man was forcefully pushed against the trunk of a willow tree in the courtyard, and the blade of the long sword was only an inch away from the strange black patterns on his face. A lock of black hair was cut off by the sword and fell to the ground.
The man still had a smile on his face, as if he was convinced that Feng Tingliu wouldn't hurt him.
"Attacking your master? You, my disciple, are being disrespectful. This won't do, this won't do."
"Get lost! Who's your disciple!" Feng Tingliu's face was filled with anger. He clenched the collar in his hand and pushed even harder.
Seeing that Feng Tingliu was angry, Yu Chi Feng was extremely worried about his health and quickly walked forward, "Young Master! Don't get angry, it's not good for your health!"
"Cough cough... He's right. Calm down, calm down. Oh, I just thought you looked nice and said a few more words. Look, why are you getting so angry!" The man's smile remained, but his words were getting more and more infuriating.
The two remained in a stalemate for a while before Feng Tingliu snorted coldly, loosened his grip, and took two steps back. He threw the sword back to Yu Chi Feng and crossed his arms, looking coldly at the man.
Clearly dressed in a pink outfit, Feng Tingliu was already overbearing.
"Well, what do you want from me?"
The man chuckled and straightened his clothes. Ignoring the fact that half of his hair had been cut off and looking rather ridiculous, he simply leaned against the tree trunk, assuming an extremely unruly posture.
"Can't you be a bit more gentle with me? Every time I come, you're so fierce."
Feng Tingliu glared fiercely and said sternly, "I don't know who I should blame for this!" There was a hint of gritted teeth in his tone.
The man's gaze shifted to Yu Chi Feng, and he squinted at him for a long while before saying, "Aren't you going to introduce me to this young hero?"
Yu Chi Feng worriedly looked at Feng Tingliu's back. He could sense that Feng Tingliu was in a bad mood, but it seemed that he had some concerns and did not kill that man.
"Yu Chi Feng, my guard." Feng Tingliu said casually, then turned to Yu Chi Feng and pointed casually at the man, "This person is called Feng Che, the current leader of the Devil Cult."
The leader of the Devil Cult?!
Yu Chi Feng looked at the unrestrained man in shock, finding it completely impossible to associate this face with the title "leader of the Devil Cult".
Moreover, why would the leader of the Devil Cult be so bold as to appear in the territory of Liudu City!
Yu Chi Feng suddenly remembered that to the north of Liudu City was the stronghold of the Devil Cult, and Liudu City just happened to completely block the Devil Cult's path to the Central Plains.
Could there be some special reason for all this?
"Why would the leader of the Devil Cult appear here..."
Feng Che didn't care about the way Yu Chi Feng looked at him and said with a smile, "Let's go inside and talk. Standing here is rather disrespectful to your master."
Feng Tingliu gave him a sideways glance and walked towards the study on his own, "I don't know where this master comes from, nor what kind of Tao is this."
Feng Che laughed heartily and followed him.
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Yu Chi Feng poured tea for the two of them. His tea-making skills were not exquisite, but the delicate fragrance of the tea was still pleasant enough to serve as a courtesy to the guests.
After pouring the tea, Yu Chi Feng stood behind Feng Tingliu. This was his designated position.
"Members of the Devil Cult practice evil arts and cannot control their killing instincts. They endanger the martial arts world and kill without mercy. Haven't you heard these rumors, young hero?" Feng Che sat casually in the chair, leaning back with a carefree air. Both his posture and tone carried a strong sense of the martial arts world.
He seemed to carry the wild sand of the Dragon Gate Inn or the cold air of the Kunlun Ice Valley, exuding a very romantic atmosphere.
"I suffered a head injury and lost my memory. I don't remember what you're talking about." Yu Chi Feng shook his head and replied.
"Oh - I see." Feng Che nodded and gave a meaningful glance at Feng Tingliu sitting opposite.
Feng Tingliu lifted the teacup and took a sip of the tea. Hearing his tone, he glared over.
Feng Che shrugged and continued, "Then I'd better explain it. It's true that members of the Devil Cult have done these things, but those were the mistakes of the old leader and his faction. Now that I'm in charge of the Devil Cult, we reside in the north and have not ventured deep into the martial arts world. We only want a place for the members of the Devil Cult."
Yu Chi Feng was slightly surprised. After all, when it came to the Devil Cult, even though he had lost his memory, he instinctively felt that they were not good people.
"So, are all the members of the Devil Cult good people now?" Yu Chi Feng asked.
Hearing this, Feng Che suddenly burst into laughter, "Little brother, you're too naive. How could you have such an idea! Do you know why people join the Devil Cult?"
"Because they practice the Devil Cult's arts?"
"There are three ways. First, as you said, they practice the Devil Cult's arts.
Second, even if they practice the arts of the righteous sects, if they accidentally go into deviation and become possessed, they may fall into the demonic path.
Third, it depends on the luck of their birth. If they have bad luck and one of their parents is a member of the Devil Cult, then from birth, they are destined to only be able to practice the Devil Cult's arts."
There is no turning back from any of these methods. Whether voluntarily or following fate, in the end, they can only end up being treated like rats in the street.
Those who fall into the demonic path have reversed inner force in their meridians, which makes them prone to violent outbursts and unable to practice normal arts.
However, those evil arts are all methods of seizing others' inner force and nurturing bloodthirsty parasites, which make the righteous sects in the martial arts world shudder.
There are only two ways to identify whether a person in front of you is a member of the Devil Cult. One is to examine their inner force, but only those with stronger inner force can do this. The second is to identify them by the demonic patterns.
Feng Che pointed to the terrifying black patterns on his face. Yu Chi Feng then carefully observed and found that although the demonic patterns were extremely terrifying as they spread and climbed on his face, they were essentially the paths of the meridians, just the traces left by the blood!
"This is the evidence of practicing the Devil Cult's arts. The reversed inner force causes the blood to riot, and if it cannot be controlled, it will leave traces. Generally speaking, the longer one practices the Devil Cult's arts, the more and more obvious the demonic patterns will be."
"If a member of the Devil Cult has very small demonic patterns that are covered by clothes and is also highly skilled in martial arts, wouldn't they not be discovered?" Yu Chi Feng asked again.
"Yes, that's right. That's how it is." Feng Che nodded. "So they can easily blend into the crowd and cause chaos in the martial arts world."
"What is their purpose?"
"The purpose..." Feng Che's tone paused for a moment, and he let out a bitter laugh. "I'm not defending those evil members of the Devil Cult. These people simply want to reach the peak of the martial arts world but can't achieve it. Or they have different ideas from the righteous sects and are eager to prove themselves, taking a risky and extreme approach. Their intentions are pitiful, but their methods are extreme."
They were once ordinary martial artists.
But they cannot survive in the sunlight. They choose to crawl into rat holes and become the darkest rats, yet they are not willing to stay in that position andDelusion to break the order of the martial arts world.
"Why did you join the Devil Cult?"
"Well - I had no choice. My detestable father is the former leader of the Devil Cult, the one who founded the Devil Cult and spread the evil arts."
Feng Che's smile remained on his face, but Yu Chi Feng was stunned.
Seeing his expression, Feng Che became more interested and continued, "Over the years, many Devil Cult members like me have been born. I wanted to stop this fate and have been looking for a way to restore the Devil Cult members to normal. In the end, I could only use medicine to suppress it to some extent."
Yu Chi Feng pieced together the information that Feng Che had told him and realized that it was Feng Che who, for the Devil Cult disciples like him who had no choice in their birth, replaced his father and created a new Devil Cult.
This sounded somewhat similar to Liudu City.
"What about the former leader now..."
"He led his followers and escaped. Unfortunately, I don't know his hideout. Otherwise, I would have wiped them out long ago." Feng Che talked until his mouth was dry. He poured himself a cup of tea, raised his head and gulped it down, finally letting out a sigh.
Yu Chi Feng's mind was filled with more and more questions.
Why does Feng Che know Feng Tingliu? Why does Feng Tingliu call him master? What exactly happened between the two?
Why does Liudu City block the only exit of the Devil Cult's stronghold?
Yu Chi Feng opened his mouth and wanted to continue asking questions, but a crisp sound interrupted him.
Yu Chi Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Feng Tingliu had placed the teacup on the tea tray and was looking at him. He immediately fell silent, took a step back, and said no more.
"I'm suddenly a bit hungry." Feng Tingliu said, "Go to the kitchen and get some tea snacks."
Yu Chi Feng understood that he was deliberately being asked to leave and could only reply in a low voice, "Yes."
After Yu Chi Feng left the room and the room became quiet, Feng Tingliu poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, deliberately ignoring the teasing gaze from Feng Che across the table.
"Speak your mind."
"You're quite different towards him." Feng Che propped his chin with one hand and said with a smile.
"What's it to you."
"You asked me to come here, wasn't it to tell him about the Devil Cult? But also, if he doesn't know anything at all and re-enters the martial arts world, he'll be at the mercy of others."
"But I didn't ask you to come today."
Speaking of this, Feng Tingliu was somewhat angry. He put down the cup, looked at Feng Che with angry red eyes.
Feng Che took another look at the pink outfit that Feng Tingliu was wearing and suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha, if I hadn't come earlier, how would I have seen you in such a beautiful outfit?"
"But it's not just this one thing. Where's the thing?" Feng Tingliu reached out for it, and his fair fingers, because of the pink outfit, actually appeared somewhat red.
"Here it is."
Feng Che took out an envelope from his arms and placed it in his palm, saying in a low voice, "The Zhu Xie Society's recent movements have been mysterious, and the investigation has been difficult. I don't know what they are planning. I only know that the Hall Master of the Hanlong Hall has come to Beiji City twice recently, but only stayed once each time."
Hearing this title, Feng Tingliu's hand that was holding the tea cup paused, and his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Oh? What is that woman doing here?"
"There's no information. Usually, after entering the stronghold in Beiji City, she leaves the next day without showing up in the middle."
"She often wears a mask to show herself. If she took off the mask and appeared in front of you, you wouldn't be able to recognize her either."
After hearing this, Feng Che helplessly shrugged his shoulders and did not deny it.
Feng Tingliu sneered, put down the tea cup, leaned back in the chair, supported his head with one hand, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice:
"A few days ago, my headache flared up again."
"Hmm? Are you okay now?"
"I'm fine. After all, I will definitely settle this score with her."
Feng Tingliu suddenly opened his eyes. In his crimson eyes, there was an undisguised icy killing intent.