【The allure of that fleeting moment】(6)

Chapter Six

: The headquarters of the Church of Light is located on Bright Peak. Built over generations, it is magnificent, with towering buildings and grand halls stretching for miles.

It was commissioned by Hai Batian, the first leader who founded the church here two hundred years ago , and

constructed according to the Bagua formation inherited from Zhuge Liang of the Western Shu Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period.

Later, during the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty, the most skilled craftsman of the time, Gongsun Zhi, poured his heart and soul into its construction, adding to it over thirty

years , making it an impregnable fortress. Righteous forces have launched over a dozen joint attacks on Bright Peak over the centuries,

all ending in failure and heavy losses, demonstrating its impregnability.

However, the previous leader, Shangguan Chun, was weak and incompetent. The church's affairs deteriorated rapidly, and the once vast Church of Light was reduced

to fragments branch headquarters in various regions were destroyed by righteous forces, and the church never recovered. The sect's leadership, now headed by Helian Xinshu,

has flourished under his diligent guidance, leading to a significant increase in martial arts prowess

. The Bright Divine Sect has gradually revitalized itself, though it hasn't yet made its mark on the martial world. However, the sect boasts numerous masters and talented individuals, reaching its zenith.

Over the years, Helian Xinshu has mastered the "Heavenly Gang Absolute Fiend Divine Skill" to the eighth level. This achievement

is unprecedented, except for the ninth level attained by the sixth leader, Zhao Shiyan, who created the skill. No subsequent leader has reached the seventh level. While Helian Xinshu

benefited from expert guidance and his own hard work, reaching the eighth level can truly be considered a divine gift. He is exceptionally gifted and passionately devoted to martial arts. The Golden Chest Stone Chamber in Ningyan Pavilion is filled with martial arts manuals

he acquired through various means, including trickery, theft, and robbery . Wei Feng dreams of entering this sacred hall of martial arts to glimpse the essence of the sect's past masters, but this remains an unattainable dream, as only the sect leader is qualified to enter . Wei Feng stood silently for a long time, imagining the demeanor of the ancient sages, lost in thought, unaware that someone had quietly approached from behind. "Brother Feng, what are you thinking about? The time for the sect leader to enter the pass has arrived, let's go in." The newcomer was none other than his close friend Chu Yun, dressed in a lake-blue robe, which appeared even more elegant in the strong wind. "I heard you also obtained the Nangong family's treasured Cicada Wing Sword, can I take a look?" "Of course, I can give it to you." Wei Feng said, unfastening the thin, cicada-wing-like sword from his waist and handing it him. The two chatted as they walked, arriving at the entrance of Ningyan Pavilion. There, they saw hanging vines, strangely shaped rocks, lush pine trees, and several clear springs cascading down the mountain rocks, making a melodious sound—truly a place of quiet cultivation, a blessed land. They could faintly hear voices inside the building, their tones high-pitched and indignant—it was the voice of the sect leader, Helian Xinshu. Wei Feng and Chu Yun exchanged a glance, both seeing the bewilderment and confusion in each other's eyes. For someone of Helian Xinshu's stature to dare to be so presumptuous in front of him was unprecedented in decades. "Sect Leader, Zhou Jian only offered a small contribution to the Holy Sect, yet it has caused so many misunderstandings and incomprehension among the brothers. I never imagined these rumors would reach your ears. Your ears are far too thin." The voice was soft and clear, belonging to Vice Sect Leader Zhou Jian. "Heh heh, all these years you've purged dissidents and cultivated your own cronies, do you really think I, Helian Xinshu, don't know?" The two men's tempers flared as they spoke, and Wei Feng and Chu Yun rushed through the door. The scene before them was unbelievable: Sect Leader Helian clutched his chest, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, seemingly seriously injured. Meanwhile, the cult leader's wife, Fan Xiaoman, stood gracefully to one side, coldly observing the two men, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Wei Feng and Chu Yun stood on either side of the cult leader, Helian, glaring angrily at Zhou Jian, clearly harboring treacherous and plotting to usurp the throne. Helian Xinshu was overjoyed to see them. He pointed with his right hand and said, "Kill this traitor, cleanse my Bright Lord of impurity!" Before his words even finished, Wei Feng and Chu Yun were already in mid-air, their swords combined, aimed directly at Zhou Jian's vital . Zhou Jian shook his arms, a gust of cold wind violently blowing towards them, chilling them to the bone and filling the room with cold. Wei Feng and Chu Yun recognized the danger and leaped through the air, but their movements remained steadfast, their swords still pointed at the center, unyielding . Zhou Jian roared, "Even a grain of rice can shine! Go, you bastard!" His fists struck, shattering Wei Feng's longsword into several pieces, and pulverizing his right sleeve. Only Chu Yun, wielding the precious Cicada Wing Sword, remained unharmed, though his blood surged within him, rendering him speechless. "Discard your sword and admit defeat, and I will spare your life," Zhou Jian said in a deep voice. These two were top experts of the Holy Sect, and he desperately needed such talent, so he couldn't help but consider recruiting them. Wei Feng's hands flashed, revealing a short dagger, a dazzlingly bright weapon from ancient times. He shouted, "Brother Yun, a gathering of heroes, dominating the world!" He leaped into the air, his attacks fierce, the air filled with a rain of swords. In an instant, Wei Feng had unleashed forty-nine moves, each one tightly linked to the next. He and Chu Yun , one attacking from above and the other from below, complemented each other perfectly, their coordination seamless, making them virtually invincible . Just then, a sharp pain shot through his waist, followed by a gushing of blood—he had been struck by a sword. Wei Feng collapsed to the ground with a thud, rolling a few times before collapsing against the wall, his face filled with disbelief. "Why? Why? You betrayed me!..." His voice was filled with utter despair, brimming with sorrow and rage . A pool of clear blood flowed from the tip of his cicada-wing sword. His face twitched. Was this his brother, with whom he had shared so much? They had been childhood playmates, sworn brothers! His eyes, blurred with , saw Chu Yun let out a long roar, his figure elegant, standing beside Zhou Jian, his face aloof and arrogant. Wei Feng's imposing body swayed several times, and he cried out in a pained voice, "I understand... so that's how it is, so that's how it is." "Brother Feng, you've been wandering the martial world for many years, and you've become unfamiliar with the affairs of the sect. We could have shared wealth and glory together, but it's all because Aunt Qin is too old-fashioned. Leader Zhou has repeatedly tried to persuade her to adapt to the times and follow the trend, but she..." Wei Feng felt something most important within him slowly leaving his body. He was delirious, his heart aching terribly. His mother was now in imminent danger. As Wei Feng fell backward, he heard Leader Helian's rough voice: "The ten-thousand-pound stone has been placed, let's perish together, hahaha..." In the distance, he saw Zhou Jian's left arm around Fan Xiaoman's slender waist, his right...

Holding Chu Yun's left sleeve, he retreated through the air, graceful as a startled swan, swift as a shooting star, already leaping out of Ningyan Pavilion.

Immediately following, a deafening roar erupted, dust rained down from the ceiling, and layers of the surrounding walls peeled away, filling the room

with dust and smoke. Wei Feng had fainted.

Suddenly, Wei Feng felt a sharp pain in his philtrum. Awakening, he saw a face with two sides, half black and half

white, but the features were clear—it was Helian Xinshu.

"I have roamed the world for decades, committing murder and arson, leaving countless innocent souls at my hands. My death here is retribution.

You have witnessed what has happened today, so I will say no more. In a few hours, the name

Helian ."

The Helian Cult Leader, his voice heavy with the weight of history, felt a sense of a hero's waning ambition. "Back when I became

the leader, I married the most beautiful woman in the martial world, full of vigor and ambition, revitalizing the Holy Cult.

Alas..." He sighed deeply, his words tinged with desolation and melancholy.

"With your martial arts skills, you are already a first-rate expert in our Holy Sect, but you still need to work hard to reach the top.

Now, close your eyes and rest, lie still and calmly. Remember, do not circulate your internal energy, no matter what happens." Wei Feng felt

a burning and stinging pain at his Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, followed by a churning of blood and qi in his chest, rapidly expanding as if about to burst.

He wanted to vomit, but couldn't. He felt his body rising into the air,

drifting aimlessly, sometimes falling headfirst from the top, sometimes feeling as if he were in an ice cave, chilling to the bone, sometimes feeling

as if he were engulfed in flames, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. He fainted and awoke several times in this cycle of life and death.

Sunlight streamed in through a crack in the dome, stinging his pale face. Wei Feng groaned,

opening his heavy eyelids. The sect leader, Helian, with his white hair and beard, lay on his blood-stained thigh, already

dead . He held a piece of paper in his hand; whether the bright red words were written in his own blood or his was no longer important.

The words magnified in Wei Feng's eyes, becoming increasingly vivid, as if they were about to burst from the paper. His thoughts

soared with those words; he felt a passion surging and burning within him. In that instant, his expression

shifted dramatically, his mood unpredictable.

Suddenly, he stood up straight, arms outstretched, fists clenched, and roared. A

howling wind and rain echoed through the golden chamber, piercing the sky and seemingly announcing to the world—

someone was being reborn!

Although he knew this journey would inevitably lead to an ambush, he still went. There lay the person he loved most in this life, his only attachment in this

world .

Pine and bamboo intertwined, a winding stream flowed, and in the distance, a majestic bell tower could be faintly seen, shrouded in mist. Towering cypress

trees surrounded him, and the clear cries of cranes echoed from the ancient branches. Wildflowers and weeds filled the air, a gentle mist hung in the air, and a babbling brook flowed along the winding

mountain path.

He stood before a mound of fresh earth for a long, long time. The mountain was silent, but his mother's voice and image seemed to linger. He suddenly

said slowly, "You've come. Thank you for finding such a secluded place for my mother. Birdsong and fragrant flowers, quiet

and elegant , very good, very good." His tone was calm, devoid of any emotion. He looked up at the sky, the sky hazy,

a few crows cawing in the blood-red twilight.

"I never imagined we would meet on the battlefield today. It's no wonder we swore brotherhood at Helan Mountain!"

"Brother Feng, a wise man knows when to yield. If you're willing to surrender, we brothers can reunite and be as

powerful " Chu Yun was secretly wary; Wei Feng exuded a menacing killing intent, as thick and cold

as a harsh winter.

With a flick of his wrist, twelve burly men in tight-fitting clothes appeared behind him, wielding long spears and adorned with red tassels. The twelve

bowed and said, "Your subordinates, the Twelve Tiger-Taming Venerables, greet Envoy Feng. The headquarters has ordered you to return and report."

Wei Feng turned and gazed at Chu Yun's once-familiar face, still as proud and aloof as ever, but now he

felt only nausea. The dull pain in his waist paled in comparison to the wound in his heart.

He said calmly, "Today, we sever all ties. The Twelve Venerables will bear witness." With that, he

swept his right leg horizontally, sending sand and rocks hurtling towards Chu Yun and the others with overwhelming

force , forcing them to dodge.

In that instant, Wei Feng leaped backward, flying off the cliff.

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