Chapter 113: The Divine Fist Sect
Chapter 113: The Divine Fist Sect
Boom!
A single punch shattered the skull of one of the bandits. The remaining bandits were terrified, scattering like frightened animals.
Ku P'eng, seeing this, did not pursue them to the death. He let them go.
"In these chaotic times, ordinary people struggle to survive!"
The Hall Master of the Outer Hall sighed.
He had thought that the situation in Kwangyang Prefecture was bad enough, but once he left the city, he realized that compared to the outside world, Kwangyang Prefecture was relatively stable.
While there were still natural disasters and human calamities, most people could still manage to eat and avoid the ravages of war.
However—
This stability was only temporary.
When the rebel forces arrived, Kwangyang Prefecture would likely face the same fate as these other places.
Inside the carriage, Ku Ch'ing-feng's expression was indifferent.
"Prosperity brings suffering to the people, and so does decline. The order of this world has long since collapsed. If the root cause isn't addressed, it won't matter who rules the land!"
"Could the root cause the old patriarch spoke of be the sorcerers?"
Ku P'eng's face showed a moment of realization.
"Yes, but not entirely!"
Ku Ch'ing-feng nodded first, then shook his head.
"The existence of sorcerers is indeed a significant problem, but the world is already terminally ill. Only by cutting out the rot can we hope to fully heal it!"
With that, he fell silent.
No matter how much he spoke now, it would be of no use.
To change the world, one needed immense power.
In the end, this was a world where the strong ruled and the weak survived.
But unfortunately, in this world, sorcerers were the ones in power. Technically, those who had cultivated evil entities within them could no longer be called human.
These beings viewed ordinary people as mere livestock.
This was the greatest problem.
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The convoy continued on its way.
In front of Ku Ch'ing-feng lay a report on the Divine Fist Sect.
He had read this report dozens of times.
The Divine Fist Sect had a long and storied history, tracing back three thousand years to the emergence of a True Intent Master.
However—
Three thousand years ago, the world was much like it is now.
The True Intent Master of the Divine Fist Sect entered the chaos, seeking to achieve enlightenment through violence and explore the mysterious realm of the Great Master.
Unfortunately, he ultimately failed and perished in the great calamity.
Since then, the Divine Fist Sect began to decline.
Over the millennia, the sect's strength waned. In the first two thousand years, the Divine Fist Sect still produced experts at the Viscera Cultivation stage, and even a few prodigies who rose to become Great Masters.
But even with the rise of a Great Master, the sect's revival was short-lived. After the Master's death, the Divine Fist Sect declined once more.
Now, the Divine Fist Sect openly had only a few Bone Forging stage warriors. The most prominent among them was Chi Tsung, known as the Divine Fist Vajra.
However—
Ku Ch'ing-feng believed the Divine Fist Sect's true strength was far from what it seemed.
"Three thousand years of sect history, even in decline, should not have left it this weak!"
Ku Ch'ing-feng smiled slightly.
Ku P'eng, curious, asked, "Do you think the Divine Fist Sect has other powerful figures?"
"Let's set aside the True Intent Master from three thousand years ago. The death of the Great Master a few hundred years ago is quite intriguing."
Ku Ch'ing-feng shook his head.
A Great Master, even a Heavenly Born Great Master, could live for five hundred years.
A Blood Qi Great Master could live for eight hundred years.
More importantly—
A Great Master was one of the most formidable martial artists in the world.
In an era where sorcerers are revered, extending one's lifespan is no longer a daunting task for a Grandmaster.
So.
Gu Qingfeng had his doubts.
The Divine Fist Sect likely harbored a sorcerer, one who had once achieved the rank of Grandmaster.
Such a sorcerer would naturally be far more powerful than an ordinary one.
Furthermore.
This possibility wasn't insignificant.
After all, though the Divine Fist Sect had fallen from its former glory, it had once produced a True Intent Grandmaster. The sect undoubtedly possessed numerous top-tier martial arts.
If the Divine Fist Sect were in its prime, it would be understandable. However, with the sect in decline, the fact that it still retained such a wealth of knowledge without attracting the covetous eyes of other forces was telling.
Gu Peng's expression turned grave upon hearing this.
"So it seems the Divine Fist Sect really does have a problem!"
Based on Gu Qingfeng's analysis, the Divine Fist Sect's hidden strength was far from what it appeared on the surface.
A sorcerer suspected to have once achieved Grandmaster status.
Even if the sorcerer was only at the Spirit Control level, they would still be a terrifying presence.
After all.
A Grandmaster is a Grandmaster.
This was beyond doubt.
Having recently advanced to the peak of the Fifth Realm of Internal Organ Refinement, Gu Peng had a deeper understanding of the Grandmaster's terrifying power.
However.
Seeing the calm demeanor of Gu Qingfeng before him, Gu Peng suppressed the lingering unease in his heart.
So what if it's a Grandmaster?
The person before him wasn't necessarily incapable of handling such a challenge.
With a wave of his sleeve, Gu Qingfeng caused the scroll containing information about the Divine Fist Sect to disintegrate into ashes.
Then.
He closed his eyes to meditate, preparing for the battle ahead.
Seeing this, Gu Peng didn't dare to disturb him and quietly left the carriage.
...
Two days later.
The convoy came to a halt.
Gu Qingfeng's tightly shut eyes opened, a cold glint flashing in them before quickly fading.
"Report to the old patriarch, we have arrived at the Divine Fist Sect!"
Outside the carriage, Gu Peng respectfully said.
As his words fell, the curtain was lifted, and Gu Qingfeng stepped out.
In front of the carriage stood the entrance to the Divine Fist Sect.
The sect's numerous powerful figures had gathered here, their expressions heavy as they looked at the carriage.
Gu Qingfeng had not hidden his presence on this journey, making it impossible for the Divine Fist Sect to remain unaware.
At the forefront was Zhong Yang, the current Deputy Sect Master of the Divine Fist Sect.
When he saw Gu Qingfeng step out of the carriage, Zhong Yang's pupils constricted slightly before he spoke loudly.
"This is the Divine Fist Sect. What is the purpose of your visit, Patriarch Gu?"
Gu Qingfeng didn't respond immediately. Instead, he scanned the numerous martial artists of the Divine Fist Sect before refocusing his gaze on Zhong Yang.
"The Divine Fist Sect's Sect Master Ji Zong ambushed and killed the current patriarch of my Gu Family Manor. The Divine Fist Sect owes us an explanation."
His words caused Zhong Yang's face to darken. "Our sect's Sect Master Ji Zong has already fallen at the hands of Patriarch Gu. This should be the end of the matter. What more do you want from us?"
"A mere Ji Zong is not even worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as my son. Ji Zong deserved to die for his actions, but the Divine Fist Sect must also pay the price!"
Gu Qingfeng's words, though calm, were filled with derision in the ears of Zhong Yang and the others.
Instantly.
Zhong Yang was enraged.
"Patriarch Gu, your actions are far too tyrannical!"
"Do you truly think the Divine Fist Sect has no one to stand against you?"
Hearing this, Gu Qingfeng laughed.
"So what if I'm tyrannical? Since you refuse to give an explanation, the Divine Fist Sect has no reason to exist any longer."
With that.
Gu Qingfeng's expression turned cold, and he waved his hand.
"Kill!"
(End of Chapter)
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