"Brother Yunting is back..."
At this moment, Gu Luotang and Zhou Ruoxi, Qi Miaomiao and Duan Yingying, Yang Jingyi and Elder Yun Bai, along with Xu Lingwei and Li Zihang, were in the front hall of the courtyard. Qi Wu, wearing a set of Wan Yunting's clothes, sat aside holding a dummy mask, chatting with Hou Feipeng...
It turned out that Wan Yunting, who had gone to meet the leaders of the various sects with Zhou Ruoxi earlier, was impersonated by Qi Wu wearing a dummy mask to meet them. This was to allow Wan Yunting to pose as Yan Changjian to test Jian Feng, creating a false impression of his presence at the scene, precisely to avoid suspicion from Jian Feng and his group.
"How is it?"
Yang Jingyi and Elder Yun Bai, seeing Wan Yunting walk in with a bag, his expression grim, nodded to everyone and said, "Jian Feng is from the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult!"
"What, are you sure?"
Li Zihang exclaimed in surprise. Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, Zhou Ruoxi, and others also looked at Wan Yunting in astonishment. He took out his phone from his pocket and played a recording, which was the conversation he had just had while testing Jian Feng.
Hearing Jian Feng's words in the recording, Gu Luotang, Zhou Ruoxi, Yang Jingyi, Elder Yun Bai, and the others were shocked and exchanged glances. They said, "So, the Sect Leader Yan of the Divine Sword Sect has a connection with the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult!"
Zhou Ruoxi's willow-like eyebrows furrowed. She said to Wan Yunting, "Since that's the case, let's go find Sect Leader Zhong and Abbot Renxin now and expose their conspiracy!"
"Right..."
Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, Li Zihang, and the others all echoed, but Wan Yunting waved his hand and said, "This recording alone is not enough to confirm anything."
Indeed, if they were to expose Jian Feng's true colors and Yan Changjian's connection with the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult with just a recording, it would not constitute direct evidence. After all, if they argued about the authenticity of Wan Yunting's recording, it would be hard to say.
"Then what do you plan to do?"
Yang Jingyi and Elder Yun Bai looked at him. Wan Yunting narrowed his sharp eyes and, after thinking for a moment, said, "For now, we'll wait and see. After the martial arts competition tomorrow, let's see what Yan Changjian and Jian Feng do. Then I'll find a way to expose them!"
Gu Luotang, Zhou Ruoxi, Qi Miaomiao, and Duan Yingying exchanged glances and felt that what the man said made sense.
After all, they only had a recording and Wan Yunting's testimony. If they wanted to expose Yan Changjian and Jian Feng as members of the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult, the evidence was still insufficient.
Therefore, Wan Yunting could only wait. At the martial arts competition tomorrow, they would see what Yan Changjian and Jian Feng did, and then act according to the circumstances to find an opportunity to expose their true faces!
An hour later, in the courtyard where Yan Changjian resided, Jian Feng and Yan Changjian were sitting in the front hall. The young sword attendant stood behind him with a broadsword on her back. Meng Yan quickly entered, and Jian Feng immediately asked, "How is it?"
Meng Yan shook his head and said, "They haven't made any moves. And that Wan Yunting has been in his courtyard and hasn't come out!"
Yan Changjian narrowed his sharp, eagle-like eyes and said, "Logically, if someone impersonating me was indeed Wan Yunting's person, they should have informed the leaders of the various sects about this matter. But why is there no news from Wan Yunting?"
Jian Feng also frowned, which made him begin to suspect whether the person impersonating Yan Changjian earlier was not Wan Yunting's subordinate, but someone else?
Just then, his phone rang. Jian Feng took it out and saw it was Han Dongri. As soon as he answered, Han Dongri's voice came through, "Senior brother, I've handled things on my end. We can act anytime!"
Jian Feng thought for a moment and said, "You all hold your positions for now!"
Han Dongri on the other end asked doubtfully, "Then when will we make our move?"
"I'll give you orders then. That's all for now."
After speaking, Jian Feng hung up the phone directly and turned to Yan Changjian, asking, "Senior Brother Yan, what do you think?"
Yan Changjian narrowed his eyes, and sharp light bloomed from them. He said, "Since your identity has been exposed, we can only execute the second plan!"
Jian Feng frowned, thought for a moment, and then nodded. "For now, let's wait and see. After the competition tomorrow, let's see if Wan Yunting and those sect members show any other anomalies!"
Yan Changjian nodded, turned his head, and cast a sidelong glance at him, saying sternly, "In short, the Divine Sword Sect absolutely cannot be exposed for its relationship with the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult!"
"Understood."
Jian Feng nodded. Meng Yan, who had been standing beside him, also nodded. As a loyal disciple of Yan Changjian, he naturally knew Jian Feng's true identity.
The next morning, the members of the various sects got up early and gathered punctually in the square for a meal...
Wan Yunting, dressed casually, brought Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, Yang Jingyi, Duan Yingying, Li Zihang, Xu Lingwei, and Qi Wu, along with disciples like Lin Dachun and Wang Zhuyu. They joined the leader of the Emei Sect, Zhou Ruoxi, Elder Yun Bai, and other disciples to the square...
The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, including Sect Leader Yan Changjian, Jian Feng, Meng Yan, and He Yunxia, who were already sitting at the table eating breakfast, immediately fixed their gaze on Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi, and the group from the two sects who were approaching. Yan Changjian narrowed his sharp, eagle-like eyes and stared intently at Wan Yunting but said nothing.
Wan Yunting pretended to be unconcerned, his face wearing a gentle smile. Facing the sharp gazes of Yan Changjian and Jian Feng, he smiled courteously, gestured for everyone to sit at a nearby table, and soon the disciples of the Huashan Sect brought them breakfast...
Yan Changjian withdrew his gaze, curled his lips into a cold smile, and let Jian Feng and Meng Yan continue eating their breakfast...
Soon, the disciples of the Wudang Sect, including Zhong Yulong, Elder Zuo Qi, their senior disciple Xian Yun, Qi Xiu, Xu Yuxin, and Zi Qing, along with the leader of the Longhu Mountain, Zhang Xuanliang, Lin Yiping, and Zhang Xian'er, also arrived. Upon seeing Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi from the two major sects, they all politely greeted each other and sat together to have breakfast as usual...
The local news media and other media platforms from the Wanglou platform also began following and broadcasting live as everyone ate breakfast. After breakfast, the members of the various sects went together to the Huashan Sword Discussion Square on the North Peak of Huashan to continue the martial arts competition.
Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi were still sitting in their usual seats. Yan Changjian sat next to them, with Jian Feng standing beside him, holding his long sword. Jian Feng's sharp gaze flickered at Wan Yunting, and he increasingly felt that the person who impersonated Yan Changjian last night was this young man!
Wan Yunting noticed his gaze, turned his head, and glanced at Jian Feng. He smiled provocatively and said, "I wonder if we can encounter any masters from the Divine Sword Sect in the second round of the competition!"
"Haha..."
Yan Changjian laughed heartily, cast a contemptuous sidelong glance at Wan Yunting, and said, "I'm afraid you'll lose miserably if you do!"
Jian Feng, standing beside him, wore a knowing cold smile and stared at Wan Yunting without speaking.
Wan Yunting glanced at him and smiled at Yan Changjian, saying, "Even if I lose after being able to experience the Divine Sword Sect's superior swordsmanship, I will have no regrets."
These words made Yan Changjian's face darken. He glared fiercely at Wan Yunting and snorted, "Kid, don't play these coy tricks on me. Do you really think I can't see through your little schemes?"
"Oh?"
Wan Yunting pretended to be surprised as he looked at Yan Changjian, whose expression had suddenly changed. He smiled and asked, "What does Sect Leader Yan mean by that?"
Yan Changjian nodded and snorted, "Kid, don't think you're so great just because you play a little trick!"
"In the face of strength, everything else is futile, understand?"
These words made Wan Yunting's eyes narrow. He looked directly at Yan Changjian, clearly realizing that the other party had guessed that he had impersonated him last night!
Suddenly, Wan Yunting chuckled, nodded, clasped his fists, and politely said to Yan Changjian, "Sect Leader Yan, what you said makes sense. This junior has learned a lot."
"Hmph."
Yan Changjian snorted coldly, turned his head, and ignored Wan Yunting.
It was clear that Liu Bing, Lu Chenzi, Shi Yizhen, and other sect leaders were bewildered by their conversation. Yan Changjian did not want to say more, lest Wan Yunting, this clever fellow, trick him into revealing something.
"Everyone, please be quiet..."
Liao Haikuo, the Second Elder of the Huashan Sect, stood on the martial arts stage in the middle and said to everyone with a microphone, "Next is the second round of the elimination competition. Those whose names I call, please come up and draw lots to select opponents. Wan Yunting, Zhou Ruoxi, Zhang Xian'er, Jian Feng, Qi Wu..."
Immediately, the thirty disciples from various sects whose names were called stepped onto the stage to draw lots. Wan Yunting, Zhou Ruoxi, and Xu Lingwei also stood together on the stage. A disciple of the Huashan Sect brought a box for them to draw lots...
"Have you all finished drawing?"
Liao Haikuo looked at Wan Yunting and Jin Xuan of the Shaolin Sect. Everyone also showed the bamboo slips they had drawn. Liao Haikuo smiled and said, "Then please, contestants who drew lots number one, two, and three, stay on three stages and begin the competition."
Wan Yunting, who drew lot number eight, went down the stage with Zhou Ruoxi, who drew lot number nineteen. However, Xu Lingwei drew lot number three and remained on the stage. Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi cheered "Go for it!" for her and returned to their seats.
"Oh no, Sister Zhishan is going to lose!"
As a result, Li Zihang and Qi Wu below the stage saw that Xu Lingwei's opponent was Jin Xuan of the Shaolin Sect. Their hearts sank, knowing that Xu Lingwei would likely be eliminated in this second round of the elimination competition.
Wan Yunting could only offer a wry smile. When he was close to this Shaolin disciple Jin Xuan on the stage earlier, his intuition told him that Jin Xuan's martial arts skills were definitely not inferior to his own.
And Xu Lingwei, at her current strength of Martial Dao Dan Jin middle stage, was no match for Jin Xuan.
"We can only say that Sister Zhishan had bad luck," Duan Yingying said with a helpless sigh.
Wan Yunting and Li Zihang nodded. Then, as if remembering something, he looked around but did not find Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong. Wan Yunting immediately asked Gu Luotang behind him, "Where are Sister Lu and Senior Sister Zheng? Aren't they here?"
Gu Luotang said, "Sister Lu just sent me a WeChat message saying that Senior Sister Zheng was feeling a bit unwell and couldn't come up the mountain to watch the competition. She said she would come up to watch this afternoon when Senior Sister Zheng felt better."
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow and asked with concern, "Senior Sister Zheng is feeling unwell, is she sick?"
Gu Luotang shook her head and said, "She's probably having her period."
Wan Yunting nodded, thinking nothing more of it, and shifted his gaze back to the stage, watching the match between Xu Lingwei and the Shaolin disciple Jin Xuan...