Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1059: Lin Zifeng’s First Campaign

Lin Zifeng didn’t say much, just nodded.

After taking the map from Long Zaitian’s hand, he glanced at it briefly.

In a cold voice, he asked, “If this mission is completed, will you help me find my brother’s body?”

“Don’t worry, since the Martial Arts Alliance promised you, it will keep its word.” Long Zaitian smiled and, turning his head, continued to add, “Also, this mission is very perilous. The Holy Land of Wumo City is full of traps, and you will encounter many troubles. There are many experts inside, and I’m afraid even the Martial Arts Alliance can’t help you much. You’ll have to rely on yourself.”

Long Zaitian knew very well that the Holy Land of Wumo City had existed in Mo City for hundreds of years.

Even the troops of the martial world couldn’t break through, and this time letting Lin Zifeng take on this task actually had some selfish motives.

After all, Lin Zifeng’s influence was growing increasingly larger, and his own cultivation was incredibly powerful.

This mission aimed first to destroy the Holy Land of Wumo. Secondly, it was actually a chance to slowly weaken the forces around Lin Zifeng.

How could the evil of a hundred years be so easily eradicated, and how could it be certain if he could come back alive was not something Long Zaitian concerned himself with.

“As long as my brother can return to my side, it is all worth it.” Lin Zifeng spoke firmly, and no one could easily change his feelings of brotherhood.

“They are just corpses, is it really worth it?” A flicker of emotion passed through Long Zaitian’s weathered black eyes.

“They’ve been dead for so long, over two years, just several corpses. To you, even if you find them, what you face is no longer your brothers, but a bunch of mindless bodies.”

“Old man Long, have you ever had true brothers?” Lin Zifeng suddenly asked, “You have no brothers, so you’ll never understand this bond. Without them, I, Lin Zifeng, would be like losing my arms and legs, living would just be as a puppet.”

Long Zaitian’s mouth twitched slightly, his gaze steadfastly locked on Lin Zifeng’s determined face, but inside, he couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.

Brothers?

The word “brother” hadn’t appeared in Long Zaitian’s life for a long time.

In the past, before Long Zaitian took the helm of the Martial Arts Alliance, he also had a group of loyal brothers through life and death.

Unfortunately, due to contention and profits, in the end, the brothers killed each other, and that’s how he managed to sit in this position today.

“Alright, everything is pretty much explained. This afternoon, I will arrange a helicopter to take you to Mo City. Take care of yourself.” Long Zaitian clasped his hands behind his back, his deep and profound eyes turned somewhat forlorn, perhaps moved by those words Lin Zifeng said that touched upon those unpleasant memories in his heart…

Before leaving the Martial Arts Alliance, Fang Yizheng suddenly approached Lin Zifeng.

It was said that this old man was a descendant of the Ancient Martial Tai Chi lineage.

Now Lin Zifeng also knew Ancient Martial Tai Chi. Back then, he didn’t have the ability to see through, so he couldn’t tell who the masked old man was. As a result, when they met, Lin Zifeng was inwardly bitterly smiling.

Fang Yizheng also felt very gratified.

Lin Zifeng could be considered half his disciple.

This time going to Mo City to wipe out the evil was fraught with danger. After sending Lin Zifeng off, his usually stern face surprisingly had red eyes, somewhat reluctant to part with Lin Zifeng.

“Ah… I hope you return alive.”

Fang Yizheng sighed deeply, his mood was complicated.

“Do you think giving him this task was too cruel?”

At this moment, Long Zaitian’s silhouette gradually drifted over by Fang Yizheng’s side.

“Helmsman,” Fang Yizheng called respectfully.

“You don’t have to be so formal. We’ve known each other for so many years, don’t you know my temper?”

Long Zaitian’s face was stern, his eyes narrowed as he gazed in the direction where Lin Zifeng had departed.

“You must have a lot of questions for me, right? Go ahead, say whatever’s on your mind. It’s just that this young man has stirred something in me, and I want to chat with someone.”

“Do you think he will die on this mission to eliminate the evil of Mo City?”

Fang Yizheng’s voice was cold, Long Zaitian’s actions were somewhat incomprehensible.

The Holy Land of Mo City is known by local believers, but to outsiders, this holy land is actually an evil one.

“It’s hard to say. Evil has existed in Mo City for a hundred years, with many experts inside, and generally, no one is willing to provoke them.”

“Then why are you still sending him?”

Faced with Fang Yizheng’s word-for-word questioning, Long Zaitian wasn’t angry.

“But what about the demands he made? If the evil is really wiped out by him, will the twelve corpses be returned by the Ability Society?” Fang Yizheng asked.

To Lin Zifeng, the twelve corpses are extremely important, whether dead or alive, they are Lin Zifeng’s brothers, essential to his spirit.

“You’re asking too many questions.”

Seemingly dissatisfied with Fang Yizheng’s questions, Long Zaitian waved his sleeve and turned away directly.

“Yizheng lost his composure.”

…

After leaving the Martial Arts Alliance, Lin Zifeng arrived at the Nantian Gang headquarters and specifically called Shao Huo and Zhang Mengjie over. After simply discussing a few matters, he took the Martial Arts Society’s Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang’s Hidden Kill members and Black Hawk to the Martial Arts Alliance to await instructions.

He specifically left the Seventy-two Earthly Fiends of the Martial Arts Society stationed in Zhonghai to ensure the safety of Nangong Bing and the others.

On the way, everyone’s faces were solemn, and no one spoke, all silently following behind Lin Zifeng.

They all knew that this mission was hundreds of times more difficult than before. It wasn’t because the evil in Wumo City was particularly strong, but because they were not familiar with the terrain of Mo City, and to defeat the evil, they had to confront all the way to the Sect Hierarch, making this task infinitely more challenging than any before.

When Lin Zifeng and the others arrived at the back of the Martial Arts Alliance.

On the edge of the back mountain, three helicopters were already waiting, with Long Zaitian and all the experts from the Martial Arts Alliance there to see Lin Zifeng and his team off, hoping they would return victorious.

“Brother Lin, when you come back, we’ll continue to drink and laugh together.”

Zhan Longhu’s eyes were red with devastation, his voice hoarse, as he stepped forward and tightly embraced Lin Zifeng’s shoulders.

Chen Bubai also stepped forward, his gaze cold, this guy was like a block of ice.

Without saying a word, he punched Lin Zifeng in the chest, then quietly walked away…