Fantasy: I Can Randomly Refresh My Realm

There are people behind the scenes”Elder Liu, what’s going on? How did the Ming Cult become like this?”

Liu Qisheng looked around, and only after making sure there was no one around did he whisper, ”Now is not the time to talk. You should leave quickly. Don’t come back to the Ming Cult unless absolutely necessary.”

Xiao Feng frowned, and a warning bell rang in his heart.

”Elder Liu, what exactly happened? Why are you driving me away?”

Liu Qisheng sighed, his brows tightly furrowed. ”Alas, things are much more complicated than you think.”

He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, ”It’s Su Mo’s recent behavior that has been very abnormal.”

”Su Mo?” Xiao Feng was even more confused. ”What’s wrong with him?”

Liu Qisheng’s expression was solemn, and he lowered his voice, saying, ”He has been locked in the forbidden chamber for a long time and won’t see anyone. Now all the affairs of the Ming Cult are being handled by the High Priest and Wu Hai.”

Xiao Feng was shocked. ”How come no one told me about such a big matter?”

Liu Qisheng smiled bitterly. ”How could there be a chance to inform you? Even worse, two days ago, Su Mo actually had the High Priest and Wu Hai send out a notice to other sects, demanding that they submit to the Ming Cult, or else they would take strong measures.”

He couldn’t just leave the Ming Cult like this; some things had to be investigated thoroughly.

Xiao Feng turned and walked towards the Ming Cult’s main gate.

”What is Foster Father hiding?” Xiao Feng thought to himself. ”The recent abnormalities of the Ming Cult, Su Mo’s strange behavior, and Foster Father’s sudden change in attitude towards me - all of this must be connected.”

He cautiously sneaked into the Ming Cult, moving through the intricate buildings under the moonlight.

Finally, he heard a familiar voice.

It was Wu Hai speaking.

Xiao Feng held his breath and hid behind a thick pillar.

In the faint light, he saw Wu Hai talking to a person in a black robe.

The black-robed person had his back to Xiao Feng, but he could feel a powerful aura emanating from the black-robed person.

”Who is this person?” Xiao Feng frowned.

He only heard the black-robed person’s low voice say, ”Wu Hai, how is the task assigned by the master progressing? When can the Ming Cult complete the integration of the other sects?”

Wu Hai respectfully replied, ”Reporting to Sir, things are proceeding according to plan. Soon, the Ming Cult will become the most powerful force, to be used by the master.”

The black-robed person snorted coldly. ”I hope so. If it cannot be completed as soon as possible, you should know the consequences.”

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and an invisible pressure caused the surrounding air to freeze.

Cold sweat seeped from Wu Hai’s forehead, but he still feigned calmness. ”Please rest assured, Sir, your subordinate will do his best and not fail the master’s important trust.”

Xiao Feng was dumbfounded.

”There’s still a master behind Foster Father? Isn’t he loyal to Su Mo? What on earth is going on?”

Countless questions flashed through his mind, and the shock in his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

Just then, the black-robed person suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing the darkness and pointing directly at Xiao Feng’s hiding place.

”Who’s there?” he shouted sternly. ”Get out!”

Xiao Feng was startled, and before he could react, he saw the black-robed person wave his hand, and countless sharp ice blades suddenly condensed in the air, whistling and shooting towards him.

”Not good!” Xiao Feng quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.

The ice blades brushed past him, leaving deep scratches on the stone pillar, the cold air biting.

Knowing he could no longer hide, Xiao Feng took a deep breath and walked out from behind the pillar.

He looked directly at Wu Hai. ”Foster Father, who is this? What are you talking about?”

Wu Hai’s face was gloomy. ”Xiao Feng, don’t meddle in things you shouldn’t, and don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. This is not something you should know.”

Xiao Feng clenched his fists, looking at Wu Hai in disbelief. ”Foster Father, you’ve changed. What exactly are you secretly plotting behind my back?”

Wu Hai sneered. ”Xiao Feng, you are still too young. This world has never been black and white. Sometimes, for the greater good, we must go with the flow.”

The black-robed person looked at Xiao Feng coldly. ”Wu Hai, deal with him. He cannot leave the Ming Cult alive.”

Wu Hai was slightly startled, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Xiao Feng, the past father-son affection surging in his heart.

But in an instant, Wu Hai’s eyes became cold again.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, ”Yes, Sir.”

The black-robed person nodded in satisfaction, his figure flickering, instantly disappearing into the night.

Just as he turned around, Xiao Feng’s sharp eyes spotted a familiar object.

The jade pendant hanging on the black-robed person’s waist was exactly the same as the black jade pendant left behind by the black-clothed person who had taken Ouyang Mingyue!

”Wait!” Xiao Feng exclaimed, subconsciously wanting to chase after him.

However, Wu Hai blocked his path, holding a sharp dagger that had appeared at some point.

Wu Hai handed the dagger to Xiao Feng, his tone carrying a hint of subtle complexity. ”Xiao Feng, if you know what’s good for you, end yourself.”

Xiao Feng stared at the gleaming dagger, an indescribable emotion churning in his heart.

He looked up and met Wu Hai’s eyes. ”Foster Father, is the father-son affection so easily discarded?”

A hint of pain flashed in Wu Hai’s eyes, but it quickly returned to indifference. ”Xiao Feng, you know too much. In this world, the less you know about some things, the better.”

”Then I’d rather die knowing!” Xiao Feng gritted his teeth. ”Foster Father, who exactly are you working for? Who is that black-robed person?”

Wu Hai did not answer, just looked at Xiao Feng coldly.

The tense atmosphere in the air almost solidified.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng’s hands quickly formed seals, and spiritual energy surged around him.

He saw a huge blue ice crystal condensing above his head, emitting bone-chilling coldness.

The ice crystal grew larger and larger, and the surrounding air was frozen, making faint cracking sounds.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Hai’s eyes; he clearly hadn’t expected Xiao Feng’s cultivation to reach such a level.

But he quickly calmed down and drew a strange symbol in front of his chest with both hands.

He saw black flames suddenly ignite around Wu Hai, with the shape of a skull faintly visible within the flames, emitting a heart-stopping aura.

The power of this Spell far exceeded Xiao Feng’s imagination.

”Swish swish swish!”

The ice crystal exploded, turning into countless sharp ice thorns that shot towards Wu Hai like a torrential rain.

Wherever they passed, space was torn apart, leaving streaks of white cracks.

Wu Hai was not to be outdone, and black flames roared out, colliding fiercely with the ice thorns in mid-air.

With a loud ”boom,” the power of ice and fire clashed, erupting in a deafening roar.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire floating island, and the powerful energy fluctuations stirred up violent air currents, uprooting the surrounding trees.

When the dust settled, Wu Hai barely dodged the fatal blow, but a bloody mark still appeared on his shoulder.

He glared at Xiao Feng and shouted sternly, ”Xiao Feng! Do you really want to kill me, your Foster Father?”

Xiao Feng sneered, his eyes full of disappointment. ”Don’t you also want to kill me, your foster son?”