Chapter Sixty-Four: Confrontation at the Tomb of the Six Sages

In a guest room of the Dragon Gate Inn, dusk was fast approaching. Hua Feng, Yun Meng, and Dan Qiusheng sat facing one another.

“Senior, do you really think it takes so many of us to deal with the Battleaxe group?” Hua Feng asked, puzzled by Dan Qiusheng’s caution.

“Absolutely,” Dan Qiusheng replied. “Such a vast organization—at this point, all we can do is eliminate their leaders. Each of their three bosses is at the early Yuan Emperor stage of cultivation. Ordinary practitioners would stand no chance against them. If they become desperate and reveal their true forms, I fear that even if we all attack together, it will be difficult to take them down in one fell swoop. However, once their leadership is thrown into disarray, perhaps they’ll abandon their designs on our New Energy sector.”

He smoothed the wrinkles from his traditional Tang jacket as he spoke, his tone measured and calm.

“So what’s our objective tonight?” Yun Meng asked.

“Tonight, we’re relying on our allies’ arrangements to pick them off one by one. Word is they’ll be gathering here this evening. Reliable intelligence suggests that the three bosses of Battleaxe, along with dozens of their top fighters, will pass through here on their way to the Six Sages’ Tomb of your Peasant Clan. We have a New Energy warehouse near that area under our protection.

Your arrival is timely. If possible, see if you can persuade the elders of the Six Sages’ Tomb to activate the clan’s Earth Vein Array and trap those three monsters.” As Dan Qiusheng spoke, he felt a twinge of unease, uncertain if this request might offend the Peasant Clan. After all, in terms of strength, the Peasant Clan was among the elite of the Xuanmen sects.

“Don’t worry, Senior. Although we haven’t met the elders of the Six Sages’ Tomb, I’m sure they’ll do their part for our nation,” Hua Feng replied.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what result would come of a sudden visit to the elders. As the six most learned and powerful elders of the Peasant Clan, they had become the very symbol of its might after centuries of inheritance.

Hua Feng held them in the highest respect, whether in their presence or in his thoughts. They were paragons of virtue and skill, and Hua Feng was keenly aware of his own standing. Titles such as Hero Chief or Flame Emperor’s Successor sounded impressive, but within the Peasant Clan, they were little more than symbolic. Without absolute strength, one would be eliminated in the clan’s decennial election.

“When night falls, we’ll simply follow your lead, Senior. Right, Brother Hua Feng?”

“Yes, yes, Xiao Meng is right.”

“Good. Rest for now and wait for my message,” Dan Qiusheng said with a smile, rising to take his leave. Before stepping out, he gave his latest wristwatch—a holoprojection communicator—a stylish shake. This new device had replaced the old mobile phone, offering all its former functions and many new ones besides. For instance, it could project a near-perfect humanoid service hologram, realizing some of the technology once only seen in science fiction films.

“Very well, Senior. Rest well. We’ll await your signal,” Hua Feng said, giving his own phone a little twirl. Though a product of the new era, he still preferred the tangible feel of a phone in his hand—much like people from the old times. This habit persisted, even rubbing off on Yun Meng in the end.

“Ah, finally, we get to rest for a bit,” Yun Meng said, closing the door after Dan Qiusheng left. She flopped onto the bed and murmured contentedly, turning on her side to face Hua Feng. “Brother Hua Feng, want to take a nap?”

“I’ll finish this set of strength training first,” Hua Feng replied, maintaining his military habits as he did push-ups on the bed with just two fingers.