Chapter 39: Swear to Protect the Xingfeng Sect to the Death!

After Jack left the room, Chen Feng hung the scroll on the wall.

He tossed all his weapons into the scroll one by one before entering the scroll world himself.

It would take Jack some time to prepare those small commodities.

Chen Feng planned to go to the church first to teach Wang Hu and the others how to use modern firearms.

Upon returning to the scroll world, Chen Feng quickly found Wang Hu.

Wang Hu was currently leading a dozen martial artists in training at the Xingfeng Sect's martial arts field.

The Xingfeng Sect was now divided into inner and outer sects, a structure Wang Hu had proposed to Chen Feng.

The inner sect served as the core of the Xingfeng Sect, while the outer sect consisted of hired martial artists who were essentially expendable.

The dozen or so people currently training with Wang Hu were all members of the inner sect, and they had all been taught the Xuantian technique, the Xuanhuang Art.

A portion of the Xingfeng Sect's resources was also being poured into these individuals.

Seeing Chen Feng approach, the dozen martial artists stopped their training and bowed to him one after another.

Chen Feng beckoned to Wang Hu, who immediately ran to his side.

"Sect Leader, do you have instructions for us?"

At this moment, Wang Hu was bare-chested, his bronze-colored muscles reflecting slightly under the sunlight.

With a physique like his, he would absolutely crush any bodybuilding star in the modern world.

"I do indeed have business. I have refined some equipment for you, and I intend to teach you how to use it today."

"Equipment?" Wang Hu's eyes instantly lit up with anticipation.

He knew that Chen Feng possessed immortal-like methods and that it was truly possible he held the secrets of immortal weapon forging.

At the same time, he recalled the weapon Chen Feng had used to kill He Sandao; he had not forgotten its power even now.

Subsequently, Chen Feng had people bring in a bag and a chest, containing over a dozen submachine guns and ammunition.

As for other equipment, Chen Feng did not plan to teach Wang Hu and the others how to use it yet; they would learn to use guns first.

Looking at the firearms inside the bag, Wang Hu and the dozen martial artists were filled with curiosity.

They had never seen weapons with such peculiar designs.

Wang Hu took out a submachine gun and weighed it; he found it to be very light.

"Sect Leader, what is this object?"

Chen Feng smiled. "This is called a gun. It can fire an object called a bullet. You can think of it as a type of concealed weapon."

Hearing the term "concealed weapon," everyone understood immediately; even some martial artists in the Houtian realm used concealed weapons to fight enemies.

Chen Feng picked up a submachine gun, chambered a round, and then unleashed a burst of fire at the wooden posts in the training field.

The *rat-tat-tat* of gunfire rang out. After only a few seconds of firing, the wooden posts in the training field were riddled with dense holes.

"This..."

Wang Hu and the others stared wide-eyed at the wooden posts, which had been shot through like sieves. They were utterly shocked by the power of the submachine guns.

These training posts were crafted from special timber specifically for Houtian martial artists to train with, making them extremely hard.

Yet, even such hard posts were as fragile as paper before this concealed weapon called a "gun."

If this were fired at a person, perhaps no one could survive except for an Xiantian expert.

"Sect Leader, might this object be too precious..." Wang Hu asked cautiously.

He looked at it with intense desire, but the object seemed like something belonging to the immortals.

He felt that he and the others were unworthy of such a treasure.

"No matter how precious something is, it only shows its value when used in the right place. I am giving this equipment to you so that you can better protect the Xingfeng Sect."

Chen Feng's words instantly changed the expressions of Wang Hu and the others.

Protect the Xingfeng Sect!

Those five words echoed in everyone's hearts.

Wang Hu immediately dropped to one knee before Chen Feng

"Please rest assured, Sect Leader! We swear to protect the Xingfeng Sect to the death and will never let you down!"

The others also knelt on the ground, their faces filled with determination.

Chen Feng had given them even the treasures of immortals and valued them so highly; they could only repay him with their lives.

"Get up. Don't go kneeling at every little thing. I will now teach you how to use the guns."

Seeing the group so energized, Chen Feng smiled. Loyal people are loved wherever they go.

Chen Feng began teaching Wang Hu and the others how to use the firearms.

Using a submachine gun was quite simple; he only needed to teach them about the safety, loading ammunition, and firing.

As for marksmanship, they would have to practice that on their own.

After only ten minutes of instruction, Wang Hu and the others had learned how to operate the submachine guns.

The sound of gunfire rang out continuously in the training field. After many tried firing for the first time, their faces were filled with excitement.

"Practice well. I will come to inspect your progress in a couple of days."

Chen Feng said to the group and then departed.

Wang Hu and the others immediately shouted in unison, "We respectfully bid farewell to the Sect Leader!"

After Chen Feng left, a martial artist immediately approached Wang Hu and said

"Elder, with these guns, even if we face an Xiantian expert, we will have the strength to fight!"

The other martial artists were also incredibly excited. Wang Hu was currently the sole Elder of the Xingfeng Sect, an appointment made by Chen Feng, so the members of the sect addressed him as Elder.

Wang Hu raised an eyebrow and looked at the group of martial artists, saying

"The sect's cultivation resources are currently being poured into us, and now the Sect Leader has bestowed these precious immortal objects upon us. We absolutely cannot let him down."

"When the Sect Leader comes to inspect our progress next time, everyone must satisfy him!"

"From today onward, in addition to your regular cultivation, all your time must be spent practicing with the guns. If anyone fails to meet the standard in a few days, get out and go to the outer sect!"

Hearing Wang Hu's words, everyone nodded repeatedly, their faces full of fighting spirit.

***

Liuyang Town, Jiang Family.

The Jiang family had been secretly gathering their martial artists stationed abroad during this period. None of the other prominent families in Liuyang Town had noticed the Jiang family's movements.

No one would have imagined that a great clan like the Jiang family would prepare to attack the Xingfeng Sect with the full strength of their entire clan, and do so so covertly.

In the Jiang family's main hall.

All the high-ranking members of the Jiang family were present. They had gathered here today for only one reason: to wait for a person.

That person was the Jiang family's greatest supporter, Jiang Yaotian's younger sister, Jiang Hong.

Jiang Hong served as the Commander of the Forbidden Martial Guard in the Imperial City of the State of Yue, and her cultivation had already reached the state of perfection.

Beyond the Xiantian realm was the Huajing (Transformation) realm. Experts of this level had merged their Astral Qi with their bodies; they no longer simply projected Qi outward to fight enemies, but their bodies themselves became the ultimate weapon.

Every move made by a Huajing expert contained immense power, with both speed and strength several times higher than those of an Xiantian expert.

"Father, why hasn't Aunt arrived yet?"

Jiang Chen and the others grew somewhat anxious and spoke up to ask.

But just then, a cold voice rang out in the hall.

"Chen'er, are you really that eager to see your aunt?"

A figure appeared silently in the hall.

It was a woman wearing light armor, approximately thirty years of age, with her long hair tied back.

With one hand behind her back, her mere presence exerted an immense sense of pressure.

Seeing the woman appear, the members of the Jiang family in the hall all rose to salute.

"We greet the Grandmaster!"

Huajing experts were also known as Grandmasters because they had reached the end of the martial path—the limit attainable by mortals. Calling a Huajing expert a Grandmaster was a term of high respect.

Jiang Yaotian also rose to welcome her: "Sister Hong, what caused your delay?"

(End of Chapter)