Feng Wukang stared at Hong Kang, a trace of mockery playing on his lips. "Having seen this, do you still doubt my ability to wipe out your entire Qixia Mountain?" "You—you wouldn't dare!" Hong Kang's face changed drastically, his voice beginning to tremble.

Ever since he mastered the Bajiu Xuangong, he had never felt such intense fear. "You, you cannot possibly be a disciple of the Military School.

How could a Military School disciple be so vile? Who exactly are you?" The Military School of Mount Longhu, a prestigious sect among the Three Teachings and Nine Schools, a bastion of righteousness—how could they resort to threats of exterminating an entire clan with such a chilling and terrifying tone?

Even a colossal figure among the evil sects might not deliver such lines so smoothly. Feng Zikang gave a cold laugh.

"Why should you care who I am? Just know that I have the means to do it.

Go now, or I will certainly show you the consequences if you refuse to speak!" His tone was indifferent, yet it placed immense pressure on Hong Kang. Hong Kang fell silent for a long time.

After a pause, he finally raised his head, his expression unreadable. "What about my master?" "Dead!" Feng Zikang spoke the truth.

Hong Kang trembled all over, his complexion shifting uncertainly. His master, Daoist Hongye, a formidable expert at the Core Condensation stage, had also perished here.

Only now did Hong Kang feel true terror. If his master was gone, then this person before him truly possessed the capability to sweep through Qixia Mountain.

"Feng Zikang! If you really carry out such an atrocity, are you not afraid of—" "Afraid of what?" Feng Zikang sneered.

"You two masters and disciples defied the secrets of heaven and acted against fate; you deserve oblivion anyway. Besides, when I go to kill, as long as no one knows who did it, who would ever suspect that it was Feng Zikang who annihilated your entire lineage?" This was calculated intimidation, yet these naked words terrified Hong Kang utterly.

He fell silent once more for a prolonged period, then suddenly looked up. "Feng Zikang, you've said so much; you certainly won't let me live, will you?" Hong Kang's tone had grown very calm.

He looked at Feng Zikang evenly, finally recovering a sliver of the pride belonging to an inheritor of the Bajiu Xuangong. Feng Zikang did not deny it.

He already knew this youth did not fear death. Unlike Huo Zhongguang, those capable of cultivating the Bajiu Xuangong were all individuals with exceptionally steadfast Dao hearts; life and death could not frighten him.

If the entire Qixia Mountain sect held no sway over him—if he were a man with a heart hard as steel—Feng Zikang would have already given up hope of extracting the origins of the Bajiu Xuangong from his lips. In that case, he too would have no hesitation in killing him.

Of course, even if Hong Kang revealed everything, Feng Zikang would not truly allow him to reincarnate. This man possessed a resolute Dao heart and knew too much; Feng Zikang would not rest until his spirit and form were utterly extinguished.

"If I tell you the profound mysteries of the Bajiu Xuangong, can you promise not to harm my Qixia Mountain?" Hong Kang let out a long sigh, finally yielding. He was not, after all, a man who could sever all feeling.

When threatened with the fate of his entire sect, he chose to give way. Feng Zikang smiled faintly.

"I am not a cruel man. Since you have spoken, why should I commit such acts and needlessly accumulate sin?" Hong Kang smiled resolutely and recounted everything verbatim.

At this point, he had no choice but to trust Feng Zikang. The Bajiu Xuangong originated when he was merely an Yinqi disciple.

He had a sudden, miraculous encounter, arriving at the Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain, where he obtained the heavenly scripture inheritance and mastered the art of 'Wind-Changing' within the Bajiu Xuangong. However, he was not the true recipient.

Although he saw the Jade Casket Heavenly Scripture, he could not take it out; he merely studied within the cave for three years. After achieving initial mastery, he was expelled.

"Jade Spring Mountain, Golden Cloud Cave?" Feng Zikang pondered these place names. They felt vaguely familiar, though he couldn't recall where he had heard them.

"So you mean that the Heavenly Scripture of the Bajiu Xuangong is still inside the Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain?" Hong Kang nodded through gritted teeth. "If no one else has taken it within this century, that should be correct!" The day he acquired the Bajiu Xuangong was exactly one hundred years ago.

Since then, he had been in secluded cultivation, only managing to reach the third turn of the Bajiu Xuangong before meeting his untimely end here. Feng Zikang had him meticulously sketch the topography, imprinting it upon his divine sense.

"Hmph, Feng Zikang, don't assume that just because you know this, you can enter and obtain the Heavenly Scripture. That Scripture awaits the fated; you may not have the opportunity!" Hong Kang, certain of his impending death, no longer needed to be polite.

Feng Zikang smiled slightly. "Whether I can obtain that Heavenly Scripture is my concern.

But if Daoist Friend Hong has nothing else to say, I shall not be polite any longer." With a gentle palm strike, he pulverized Hong Kang's primordial spirit. The four demonic avatars devoured the remnants, truly annihilating his form and spirit, leaving him with no eligibility even to be inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods.

※ Having secured this major piece of intelligence, Feng Zikang bid farewell to the others, announcing his need to return to the mountain for a period of secluded cultivation. If anything urgent arose, they could seek him out in the Bamboo Grove of the Military School on Mount Longhu.

Everyone was reluctant to see him go, especially Luo Kedi and He Nu, who escorted him for a considerable distance before taking their leave. Feng Zikang mounted his sword light, but his direction was not toward Mount Longhu; instead, he headed for Jade Spring Mountain.

After receiving the news, he had hesitated about whether to go. After all, these immortal caves often held unforeseen perils.

But deep in his heart, there was an intense, undeniable summons, as if the Heavenly Scripture within Jade Spring Mountain was calling out to him. His final decision was to go immediately.

Taking advantage of his current peak fortune, even if he failed to obtain the Bajiu Xuangong, he could at least ensure his safety. Thinking of this, Feng Wukang suddenly remembered that the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox had left him a map of an immortal estate when she passed away.

He unfolded it: it was a map of the Cloud Heaven Cave Immortal Estate on Mount Taihua. "I must visit this place sooner or later." Mount Taihua was distant, unlike Jade Spring Mountain, which was conveniently on the way back to Mount Longhu—just a slight detour.

Furthermore, Jade Spring Mountain was not far from Cihua Temple on Luyun Mountain. It would be convenient to settle this matter first and then return the Wind-Quelling Pearl.

After deliberating, Feng Wukang decided to prioritize Jade Spring Mountain this time and visit Mount Taihua later when opportunity arose. After all, the objective at the Golden Cloud Cave of Jade Spring Mountain was clearly the Jade Casket Heavenly Scripture.

He flew for about two days. Feng Wukang saw mountains rising sharply ahead, the spiritual energy dense and rich, matching the image imprinted in his divine sense.

He descended his sword light and searched the mountain, successfully locating the Golden Cloud Cave of Jade Spring Mountain. These ancient spiritual mountains were the former dwelling places of ancient immortals.

After the rise of the current Three Teachings and Nine Schools, not a few had attempted to occupy these spiritual peaks to establish new sects. However, the powers and divine abilities of the ancient immortals were formidable; most established sects would not easily provoke them.

As for the few rising minor sects, they lacked the capability. Even if they tried to station themselves on these mountains, they would inevitably be driven out.

After all, these places were fraught with peril, yet offered few tangible benefits. Who would seek trouble here if not for the reckless courage of the newborn calf?

Feng Wukang’s visit today had a precise goal. He slowly stepped into the cave, feeling the spiritual energy inside to be extremely chaotic.

It seemed that one wrong move could lead to being consumed by that violent energy, resulting in eternal damnation. The era of the Three Teachings and Nine Schools, the Hundred Schools of Thought contending, had risen in accord with the times, becoming the mainstream of the contemporary cultivation world.

Why the ancient immortals suddenly declined was a curious matter. The founders of the Three Teachings and Nine Schools had spent considerable time exploring the reason, yet after centuries, they still had no concrete answer.

Most believed it was due to a great calamity of heaven and earth, where these ancient immortals were implicated in the killing karma—either perishing or relocating, no longer remaining in this realm. It was much like how future immortals were destined to ascend to the Immortal Realm.

This mortal earth was no longer suitable for immortals to reside in. The naturally spirit-infused cave dwellings thus transformed into terrifying places where chaotic roars dominated, and the slightest carelessness could lead to eternal ruin.

Feng Wukang cautiously navigated a long, winding path within the cave, reaching an inner area that suddenly opened up. Originally, this inner realm should have been a paradise of clear waters and beautiful mountains, but due to the chaotic spiritual energy, what Feng Wukang saw was a dangerous vista dominated by swirling sandstorms.

This differed from the small world within the mountain belly he had seen on Dragon Tooth Mountain. While that place showed masterful design, it was ultimately a feat of mortal craftsmanship.

Here, the inner realm was seamlessly integrated with the cave entrance, showing no trace of axe or chisel—a true work of immortal creation. The sandstorm raged fiercely.

From a distance, he could see a structure with a prominent pagoda, though it was severely eroded by the sand, bearing the mottled marks of time. It had been perhaps two thousand years since the ancient immortals departed.

In these two millennia, countless people might have visited this place, but perhaps only one, like Hong Kang, managed to reach the very end. The closer Feng Wukang drew to this location, the more urgent the calling became.

Could it be that he was the fated one for that Heavenly Scripture? Feng Wukang stepped into the desert.

Looking back, the exit had vanished. He moved forward slowly, feeling the force of the blowing sand pressing against his face, nearly stopping his progress.

"Such powerful wind and sand..." Feng Wukang slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered the Wind-Quelling Pearl he held in his hand. A surge of joy washed over him—thankfully, he had come here first; this pearl would prove useful again.

He took out the Wind-Quelling Pearl and activated it. Immediately, within a ten-zhang radius around him, the sandstorm ceased.

Things instantly became much easier! "Aiyo!

Friend, you are truly capable! Thank goodness for you!" Just as Feng Wukang was feeling proud, a hand suddenly shot out from the quicksand and seized his ankle, accompanied by a delighted cry from beneath the ground!