Chapter 1136: Chapter 1136: The Tragic Ancient Saint

“Decent people?”

This response left Ye Feng and the others exchanging bewildered looks.

“What’s going on?”

Ye Feng looked at the leading low-rank cultivator.

This was an old man, with a kind face, but his cultivation level was only at the Divine Origin Realm, which was very weak within the Tianlan Forbidden Land.

“Immortals, please calm your anger and allow us to explain in detail.”

The elder hastily knelt on the ground, “We are the direct descendants of a nearby family clan. Today, we came here to pay tribute to this Ancient Saint predecessor.”

“Tribute?” Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

The others also looked at the ground and noticed many offerings scattered about: chickens, ducks, cows, sheep that had been slaughtered and steamed, as well as candies, paper effigies, sticky rice, and so on.

Indeed, these were offerings.

“Rise!”

Ye Feng beckoned with his hand, “Tell us the whole story from beginning to end. If you hide even half a sentence, I will directly search your soul and forcibly obtain the most accurate information.”

“This lowly one dares not hide anything!”

The elder trembled all over and began to recount the events.

“I am Meng Yuan, Clan Leader of the Meng Family Clan.”

“Three thousand years ago.”

“Our Meng Family Clan encountered a great disaster, and this predecessor took action, slaying our strong enemies and sparing us from the disaster of clan extinction.”

“Afterward, this predecessor stayed in our clan to recover from his injuries, and at that time, this manor became the ancestral land of our Meng Family Clan.”

“In the blink of an eye, two thousand years have passed.”

“Thanks to this predecessor’s guidance, within these two thousand years, our clan produced many powerful individuals.”

“At its peak, there was even a Demi Immortal among us.”

“But who would have thought, good times do not last.”

“The enemies of this predecessor found him, killed him, and nailed his corpse to the stone pillar.”

“In that battle, our Meng Family Clan also suffered heavy losses, nearly facing clan extinction, falling from our peak.”

“A thousand years have passed, and now, we only have the weak Divine Origin Realm old man before you, far from our peak times.”

“Every year at this time, our clan would come here to pay tribute to the predecessor as well as the wronged spirits of our deceased Meng Family Clan members.”

Upon saying this, the Clan Leader of the Meng Family Clan quickly looked at Ye Feng, saying, “Predecessor, every word I said is true!”

Ye Feng watched the old man.

He had already initiated his Eye of Insight and scanned these people, knowing that what they said was true, and so he nodded.

“Who killed him?”

Jiaoyang Ancient Saint pointed to the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land still hanging on the stone pillar, with fire almost spewing from his eyes.

“This lowly one does not know the origins of the killer, only that they are extremely powerful,” the Clan Leader of the Meng Family Clan continuously shook his head, “Right, the murderer left behind that object.”

The elder pointed at the stone pillar.

Everyone looked over.

They saw a slender arrow nailed in the neck of the Wanzong Holy Land’s Master, pinning him to the stone pillar.

Even after a thousand years, it had not fallen off.

The arrow radiated a terrifying aura.

Without the cultivation level of a Saint Manifestation, one could not pull out the object.

Ye Feng gently waved his hand.

The arrow that pinned the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land immediately flew out and was caught in his hand.

“Through this object, we should be able to identify the real culprit who killed the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land,” said Ye Feng.

With the arrow removed, the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land’s corpse finally fell, caught by Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, who quickly passed their hands over the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land’s face.

At that moment, he finally closed his eyes.

“Old friend, rest in peace!”

“We will avenge this for you!”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint held the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land’s corpse and howled in grief.

Ye Feng and Hu Feifei stood by, silent.

Such is the way of cultivation.

Every day, someone falls.

This path may indeed allow one to soar to the heavens and be invincible in the world, but it also accompanies many dangers.

A single misstep could lead to eternal damnation.

Thereafter, Ye Feng personally crafted a coffin and placed the remains of the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land inside.

The cultivators of the Meng Family Clan arranged the offerings and paid tribute to the deceased Master of the Wanzong Holy Land, as well as the countless cultivators from the Meng Family Clan who had perished over the years.

Half an hour later.

Ye Feng turned to the Clan Leader of the Meng Family Clan: “Where do you reside now?”

“We are located in Meng Family Fortress, 3,000 li away,” Clan Leader Meng Yuan quickly responded.

“Let’s go take a look!” Ye Feng said.

“Ah… Okay!” Meng Yuan was flustered by the honor, leading Ye Feng and his group across the void, arriving 3,000 li away.

This place was a range of mountains.

Within them lay a beautiful valley where a vast fortress was built, housing thousands of direct descendants of the Meng Family Clan, along with tens of thousands of collateral members.

Meng Family Fortress Main Hall.

The group sat sipping tea in their seats.

Ye Feng held a short arrow in his hand, his gaze flickering uncertainly, as if he were hesitating.

“Sect Master Ye, have you found the real culprit yet?”

The Qingyuan Ancient Saint asked.

“This person is in Chaos Sky City. Though I don’t fear them, it’s still more important to find the remaining two Ancient Saints first,” Ye Feng stated.

They had slain Zhong Chang, the guardian of Chaos Sky City, as well as the Palace Master of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, and both sides had long been at loggerheads.

If they were to attack Chaos Sky City, it would surely lead to a great battle.

Under such circumstances, it was not suitable to search for someone.

“That’s a good idea.” Qingyuan Ancient Saint nodded, “The remaining two comrades are Grand Elder Wu Jian from the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land and Supreme Elder Miaoyin Ancient Saint from the Tianmiao Holy Land.”

“I wonder how they are now.” Jiaoyang Ancient Saint frowned, “Ten thousand years ago, Miaoyin Ancient Saint had already achieved Saint Manifestation. As long as they managed to evade pursuit, by now they must have become Heavenly Saints, capable of self-protection.”

“Miaoyin Ancient Saint?” Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

It was fine with Grand Elder Wu Jian of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, as they were strangers without grievances.

However, his relationship with the Tianmiao Holy Land was not good.

Initially, Yin Rurong was the Holy Master of the Tianmiao Holy Land and had a life-and-death enmity with Ye Feng, and at that time, the avatar of Miaoyin Ancient Saint left in the Tianmiao Holy Land also made a move against Ye Feng.

Speaking of which, Ye Feng and Miaoyin Ancient Saint had a grudge.

“Let it be! We’ll talk after finding the person. If Miaoyin Ancient Saint becomes my enemy over Yin Rurong’s matters, I wouldn’t mind taking action and giving them a profound lesson,” Ye Feng thought to himself.

…

Meng Family Fortress, backyard.

This was an enormous garden that boasted multi-level aerial structures where the Ancient Orders left by the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land during his life in the Meng Family Clan were kept.

These orders sealed many of his lifelike images.

“Revered seniors, the item is right here.”

Clan Leader Meng Yuan pointed to the distance, where a treasure box was suspended in mid-air, enveloped by Saint Might. Aside from those in the Saint Realm and the Immortal Dao Realm, no one could break through.

“A thousand years ago, that senior was nailed to a column by a powerful foe. As he was on his deathbed, he sent this treasure box to this valley, telling us to protect it,” Meng Yuan added, “Thereafter, our clan relocated here, established the Meng Family Fortress, and safeguarded the treasure box.”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the treasure box.

“Indeed, it’s the aura of the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land!”

“Poor him!”

“While we have been tortured endlessly, at least we have survived. But what about him? Although he hid for a few thousand years, he was eventually found by a strong enemy and abandoned in the wilderness.”

“Alas!”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint sighed with regret.

“One cannot be brought back from the dead, but we will avenge him.” Ye Feng reached out, broke the seal of the treasure box left by the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land, and drew it towards himself, slowly opening it.

Inside were three items.

An Ancient Order that recorded the life images of the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land, a token representing the identity of the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land, and, a broken metal plaque.

“Huh!”

Ye Feng looked at the metal plaque and activated his Eye of Insight.

[Name: Brahman Gold Plaque]

[Description: A treasure map that records the coordinates of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring]

[Integrity: One third]

“It’s actually this treasure map!” Ye Feng exclaimed in surprise, drawing the attention of those around him.