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Qin Feng was taken aback. "You’re from the court?"
Nie Rong was shocked and hurried over, struggling to comprehend the situation. "Impossible! How could you be from the court?"
The old monk quickly interjected, "I really am with the National Master. He ordered me to stay here."
"National Master?" Nie Rong paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. There was something off about this National Master; after all, this place was filled with numerous demons.
Moreover, the old monk seemed completely different from before, as if he had transformed into another person.
Qin Feng said calmly, "Then what did he ask you to stay here for?"
The old monk hesitated for a moment, then felt the tip of a sword shift slightly.
Startled, he quickly replied, "He wants me to stop anyone heading to the capital and cultivate more demons in the process."
Qin Feng remained expressionless, but Nie Rong suddenly jumped up. "What? What kind of National Master is this? What does he want?"
Then he turned to Qin Feng and said, "Xian Zhi, this National Master is suspicious."
Qin Feng nodded. "So what can we do about it?"
Nie Rong faltered. "Yes, according to the information we have, the National Master is highly valued by His Majesty. Would what I say even reach His Majesty’s ears? Or would I just be executed instead?"
He didn’t dare take that risk; after all, he wasn’t alone—he had a daughter to think about.
Nie Rong fell silent.
Also silent were Han Qing and Ning Caichen; they weren’t fools and understood the consequences of offending the National Master.
Qin Feng moved his hand swiftly, and with a thrust of the Killing Qi Sword, it pierced the old monk's brow.
The old monk's body stiffened as disbelief filled his eyes. Wasn’t it agreed that he wouldn’t kill him?
Qin Feng did not retract his sword; instead, he fixed his gaze on the old monk lying on the ground.
Qin Feng’s unusual demeanor quickly drew Nie Rong's attention back to reality.
"What are you looking at, Xian Zhi?"
Suddenly, Nie Rong exclaimed in surprise as he spotted a long black object breaking through the top of the old monk's head.
Jia Hu narrowed his eyes and shot his sword forward, instantly pinning the object in place. His gaze flickered as he thought to himself, indeed, it was a centipede. So that national master must be the great centipede Pu Du Ci Hang.
Nie Rong also recognized what it was. A centipede—could it be a centipede spirit? he wondered.
Qin Feng shook his head, "It shouldn't be; it's clear that he is being controlled by the centipede spirit."
Nie Rong let out a sigh of relief. "That's good then; that spirit should have died long ago. Damn monsters." He stopped mentioning the national master, knowing that even if there were any schemes involved, he was powerless to do anything about it.
Zhu Fang and the others gathered around, astonished at the sight of the centipede spirit. "This must be the national master's method. What does he really want?" Ning Caichen frowned.
Nie Rong immediately replied seriously, "You should keep this to yourselves and focus on your Provincial Examination. It's not the time for you to get involved in these matters."
Ning Caichen, Zhu Fang, and Han Qing exchanged glances, understanding that Nie Rong meant well for them, and could only nod helplessly.
"What should we do now? Should we continue on our way?" Ning Caichen asked as he adjusted his mindset.
Qin Feng shook his head. "Let's rest here for now; we've already cleared out the monsters in this area. It's safer than traveling at night."
Nie Rong agreed, "That's right. We'll rest in the carriage tonight."
The carriage was stocked with plenty of dry rations, and the guards lit a bonfire as everyone gathered around it.
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