"Brother Jian is back…"
At the flowing banquet on the square outside the main hall of the Huashan Sect, although it was already past nine in the evening, many disciples from various sects were still drinking, with constant noise and revelry.
Over a dozen disciples from the Divine Sword Sect were seated at a table. When Meng Yan and the others saw Jian Feng return from the restroom, they immediately poured him a full cup of wine. However, Jian Feng, noticing that Yan Changjian was not present, asked, "Where is Master? Has he gone back?"
Meng Yan shook his head and chuckled, "Master has been invited inside by the sect leaders of those factions for a talk!"
"Oh…"
Jian Feng raised an eyebrow and sat down. Meng Yan waved his hand and laughed, "Brother Jian, don't worry. Those leaders of the great factions are all useless drunkards. They wouldn't dare do anything to our Master. Come, Brother Jian, let's drink…"
Seeing Meng Yan raise his cup, Jian Feng forced a slight smile on his rigid face and nodded. He raised his cup, clinked it with Meng Yan and the others, and continued drinking. However, because he was wearing a fake human skin mask, his face felt hot and uncomfortable. He stood up and said to Meng Yan and the others, "Alright, junior brother Meng. Don't drink too much. I'm going back to rest."
"Understood, Brother Jian. Take care…"
Meng Yan and the other junior brothers and sisters watched Jian Feng leave. A junior brother came up to Meng Yan and said, "Senior Brother Meng, don't you think Brother Jian has been acting strangely since we left the island?"
Another junior brother nodded in agreement, "I also find it strange. Before, Brother Jian always gave off a cold and aloof impression. He rarely spoke to us junior brothers and sisters first, let alone drank with us. But now, Brother Jian seems like a different person. Not only does he talk more, but he's also become more approachable. Yet, he always gives us a feeling of unfamiliarity!"
"Exactly, exactly…"
Suddenly, these junior brothers and sisters from the Divine Sword Sect started whispering and discussing Jian Feng's recent abnormal behavior in hushed tones…
"Presumptuous!"
Meng Yan slammed his wine cup down heavily and glared at the junior brothers and sisters in front of him, reprimanding, "Don't you know the rules? Is Brother Jian someone you can talk about so casually? Do you believe I'll punish you all by making you stay up all night!"
These words scared the junior brothers and sisters into silence, and they dared not speak further.
Meng Yan stood up and coldly berated, "Stop drinking, all of you. Get back immediately."
"Yes…"
The junior brothers and sisters had no choice but to rise, quickly leave the table, and head back towards the lodging building.
Meng Yan watched the backs of his junior brothers leave with a cold eye, then let out a cold snort before heading towards the entrance of the grand hall behind them, intending to wait for Master Yan Changjian to come out before returning together…
On the other side, Jian Feng, holding his long sword, was returning to a courtyard. At that moment, his phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and saw it was an unknown number. Jian Feng answered and spoke directly in Korean, "How is it?"
The person on the other end replied, "Everything is arranged!"
Jian Feng nodded and said, "Good, then await my command."
"Yes."
After the person on the other end finished speaking, the call ended. Jian Feng continued walking and was about to pass through a corridor when he suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting with their back to him in a garden across the way. Jian Feng's eyes widened, and he quickened his pace, calling out, "Master, why are you here?"
Immediately after, he saw Yan Changjian, who was sitting alone in a pavilion in the garden, turn his head and look at Jian Feng approaching with a sharp gaze. He said, "Jian Feng is back. I'm here to have some quiet time."
Jian Feng walked into the pavilion. There was no light inside, only a dim streetlamp by the garden next to the pavilion, so the light was not very bright. Jian Feng looked at Yan Changjian, who was sitting leaning against a pillar, dressed in a gray robe, his expression slightly solemn.
This made Jian Feng raise his eyebrows and ask, "Master, weren't you summoned by the sect leaders of those factions? Why are you back so soon?"
"Hmph."
Yan Changjian picked up a pot of wine placed beside him, let out a cold snort, and took a drink. His sharp eyes glared at Jian Feng in front of him, and he gestured with his left hand for him to sit beside him before speaking, "It's precisely because of this that I became angry and came out!"
"Oh?"
Jian Feng, who had sat down, looked at Yan Changjian with a sidelong glance, questioning, "What exactly did they say to you?"
Yan Changjian turned his face to glance at him and snorted, "What else could they say? Naturally, they want me to join their great factions and unite to fight against the Heavenly Eye Divine Religion!"
Upon hearing this, Jian Feng's expression froze, and he immediately smiled and nodded, "Isn't this what we expected!"
But this statement caused Yan Changjian's gaze to change slightly. He quickly picked up the wine pot and took a drink to conceal it. Jian Feng did not notice the change in his gaze and continued, "Our purpose for coming this time is to prevent those great factions from uniting, otherwise, it will be detrimental to our future plans!"
After taking a sip of wine, Yan Changjian nodded and snorted, "So, I refused them on the spot and even deliberately provoked those people."
Jian Feng nodded, turned to look at Yan Changjian, and smiled, "Sect Leader Yan, rest assured, those factions distrust each other. Each of them only considers their own interests. They are nothing but a mob, and they can't unite at all."
Yan Changjian looked at Jian Feng, smiled a little unnaturally, and nodded. Jian Feng continued, "After the martial arts competition is over, Sect Leader Yan, you will challenge the Sect Leader Zhong of the Wudang Sect. If you can defeat him and take over the position of President of the Martial Arts Association, then dealing with Wan Yunting, and our Heavenly Eye Divine Religion's future entry into China, will not be a problem!"
At these words, Yan Changjian's heart suddenly trembled, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. However, he dared not look at Jian Feng and quickly took a drink from the wine pot…
After a pause, he turned his head, his expression arrogant, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I, Yan Changjian, am destined to be the President of this Martial Arts Association!"
Jian Feng smiled and nodded, then stood up and said, "Then, Sect Leader Yan, let's proceed according to our plan."
"Good."
Yan Changjian smiled and nodded, then said, "You go back first. I want to sit here for a while longer and think about how to deal with that mob next."
Jian Feng nodded, but then curiously asked, "Sect Leader Yan, where is your sword attendant?"
Yan Changjian, holding the wine pot, waved his hand and said with a smile, "I let her go back to rest earlier."
Jian Feng's expression slightly froze, and his eyes looked deeply at Yan Changjian in front of him. He suddenly felt that the Yan Changjian in front of him seemed a bit off!
But Jian Feng couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong.
"Then I'll be going back."
Jian Feng nodded slightly, not thinking too much about it, and turned to leave the pavilion, heading towards a courtyard ahead…
Yan Changjian drank his wine while his peripheral vision kept observing Jian Feng's retreating figure. Only after he disappeared from sight did Yan Changjian immediately stand up. His phone in his pocket vibrated. He quickly took it out and saw it was a call from Zhou Ruoxi.
Wan Yunting, who was impersonating Yan Changjian, answered the call. Zhou Ruoxi's voice came through, "Yunting, our meeting is over. Come back quickly."
"Okay, I'm coming back…"
Saying this, Wan Yunting quickly hung up the phone, darted into the garden, and exited through another small door. At the same time, he directly ripped off the Yan Changjian mask and wig, took out a bag from his embrace, and stuffed them in before quickly heading back towards his lodging courtyard…
On the other side, Jian Feng had just reached the main gate of the courtyard, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Yan Changjian in the pavilion earlier was not right. This was because he knew that Yan Changjian's sword attendant was always by his side, twenty-four hours a day. Even when sleeping, the sword attendant would be by his bedside serving him, never like Yan Changjian just now, sending his sword attendant away.
"Something's wrong!"
Jian Feng, suddenly realizing something, his eyes changed instantly. He quickly turned and hurried back. When he reached the corridor and garden area, he saw that Yan Changjian had already disappeared from the pavilion. This made Jian Feng's heart sink, and his expression collapsed. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse, "Damn it…" kanδん
"Brother Jian, why are you still here?"
At this moment, Meng Yan, accompanied by a few junior brothers and sisters, was leading Yan Changjian over. The young female sword attendant was also following, carrying a broad sword, which was Yan Changjian's sword.
Jian Feng turned to look at the group, and his heart sank to the bottom. He knew that the Yan Changjian from earlier was someone impersonating him to trick him into talking. This caused Jian Feng's anger to boil. The approaching Yan Changjian also noticed the unusual look in his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
Jian Feng went up and said, "Master, can I speak to you privately?"
Yan Changjian's expression was puzzled. He took his sword attendant and walked with Jian Feng towards the garden, leaving Meng Yan and the other junior brothers and sisters standing there, looking at each other, and sensing that Jian Feng's expression was not right…
"Jian Feng, what exactly happened?"
Yan Changjian also felt that Jian Feng was acting strangely and quickly asked.
Jian Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He stared at Yan Changjian in front of him with fierce eyes and said, "Someone impersonated you just now!"
"What?"
This statement caused Yan Changjian's expression to change. He glared at Jian Feng and asked, "Someone impersonated me?"
Jian Feng nodded and recounted the events in the pavilion with the fake Yan Changjian to the real Yan Changjian, which completely changed his expression. Only the sword attendant beside him, who looked like a wooden person, showed no change in her face…
"Damn it! Who is it? How dare they impersonate me to trick you?"
Upon hearing that Jian Feng had revealed their purpose for attending the martial arts convention to the impersonator, Yan Changjian was furious and extremely angry.
Jian Feng's brows were tightly furrowed. He quickly asked, "Brother Yan, were Wan Yunting and the others present during your meeting just now?"
Yan Changjian nodded and said, "That kid was there."
This made Jian Feng's brows furrow even tighter. He said with confusion and perplexity, "It wasn't Wan Yunting. Then who exactly impersonated you to deliberately trick me?"
Yan Changjian was also puzzled and said, "Logically speaking, if that impersonator was targeting you, could it be that the other party knows your true identity?"
Jian Feng's eyes were sharp, his heart heavy and angry. He said coldly, "Even if it wasn't Wan Yunting, it must have been someone by his side deliberately impersonating you to trick me!"
"Apart from Wan Yunting, those great factions absolutely couldn't have guessed that I am a member of the Heavenly Eye Divine Religion!"
Yan Changjian nodded, sighed, and said, "I didn't expect us to be exposed so soon. What should we do next?"
Jian Feng's sharp eyes revealed a fierce glint. He said, "Since he, Wan Yunting, played this trick, then we should strike first and absolutely not let Wan Yunting expose our identities!"
Yan Changjian knew what he intended to do and immediately said, "There's no time to delay. Hurry up and have your people make their move!"
Jian Feng nodded and immediately took out his phone to call the number from before. After connecting, he said in Korean, "Act!"
The person on the other end asked in confusion, "Now?"
"That's right, right now, because my identity has been exposed!" Jian Feng said coldly.
The person on the other end replied, "Understood. They are just about to go down the mountain. I'll take people to capture them."
"Yes, contact Wan Yunting immediately after capturing them!" Jian Feng said coldly, his eyes fierce.
"Don't worry, we know what to do."
The person on the other end was Han Dongri. After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and immediately led Feng Xian and the others to capture the people…