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In the Martial Arts Sect, not only is there intense competition in martial arts cultivation, but there are also hidden power struggles within the sect. Especially since the sect leader Liu Mian brought in Chin Feng, the atmosphere within the sect has become delicate.
The chief disciple Frost, who has been exceptionally talented since childhood, has always been seen as the best candidate to become the future leader of the Martial Arts Sect. However, the arrival of Chin Feng seems to have disrupted everything.
One day, Chin Feng was alone in the martial arts training ground, wiping his sword with focused concentration. The figure of Frost appeared silently, with a glint of undisguised hostility in his eyes.
"Are you Chin Feng?" Frost's voice carried a cold sneer.
Chin Feng looked up with a respectful yet fearless expression, "Yes, Frost senior brother."
"Senior brother?" Frost sneered, "Do you think you can call me senior brother after just a few months here? Do you know how much effort I put in to earn this position?"
Chin Feng took a deep breath and responded calmly, "I know I've just joined the Martial Arts Sect and there's still a lot for me to learn. But I admire the skills of my senior brother and hope to learn more."
Frost's face grew even darker, "Admire? Who do you think you are? Just a wild child picked up by the sect leader. What makes you think you can compete with me for the position of future sect leader?"
Chin Feng frowned slightly, feeling displeased: " Frost senior brother, I have no intention of competing with you, I am just seeking my own martial path."
"Martial path? Ha!" Frost sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "Do you think you are qualified to talk about martial arts? You are just a nameless orphan! Let me tell you, the future of the Martial Arts Sect belongs to me, Frost!"
Chin Feng heard these words, although he was burning with anger, he still suppressed his rage and gritted his teeth to retort, "Senior Frost, the path of martial arts does not change based on one's background. I don't care about the position of the sect leader, but I won't tolerate you mocking my background."
After hearing this, Frost's face turned as dark as water, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. "Hmph, since you are so stubborn, I will let you see the insurmountable gap between heaven and earth!" With that, he gathered all his internal energy and aggressively approached Chin Feng.
The argument between the two gradually attracted other disciples to gather around. Just then, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "That's enough!"
All eyes turned towards the source of the voice, only to see a woman walking slowly. She was dressed in a snow-white gown, with fair skin and eyes as clear as a lake, adorned with a White Lotus on her head. She appeared to be in her twenties, but her eyes seemed to hold the wisdom and chill of a thousand years.
This woman was the legendary "Ice Fairy" Lingling from the Martial Arts Sect. Her arrival was as cold and yet impossible to ignore as the winter sun.
Subsequently, Lingling's appearance immediately subdued Frost's arrogance. She looked coldly at Frost and said unequivocally, " Frost, as the chief disciple of the sect, is it appropriate to treat fellow disciples in such a barbaric manner, contrary to the rules of the sect?"
Frost gritted his teeth but dared not openly refute Lingling.
Lingling turned to look at Chin Feng with a comforting look in her eyes: " Chin Feng, you don't need to compare yourself with him. The path of martial arts needs to be walked alone, and others' words and looks are not worth mentioning."
Upon hearing Lingling's words, Chin Feng felt warmth in her heart and gently bowed to her, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, senior sister."
Lingling gave a faint smile, then turned and left, leaving behind a cold atmosphere that made people dare not look closely.
Chin Feng watched Lingling leave, feeling a wave of inexplicable emotion in his heart.
That night, Chin Feng sat alone in the moonlit courtyard, with Lingling's figure occasionally appearing in his mind. Her cold and beautiful face seemed to bloom like a White Lotus in the cold snow, stirring an unprecedented emotion in his heart.
Meanwhile, not far away, Frost gazed coldly at Chin Feng, harboring sinister intentions. He knew that today's events had damaged his reputation within the Martial Arts Sect, and Chin Feng had become a thorn in his side.
Frost A cold smile curled up at the corner of the lips, thinking coldly in the heart: "Chin Feng, just you wait, I will make you understand how heavy the price of challenging me is."
One day, the bell of the Martial Arts Sect rang slowly, summoning all disciples to the main hall, creating a particularly solemn atmosphere. Elder Bei Lu, one of the elders of the Martial Arts Sect, stood on the platform, his gaze sweeping over the disciples like a torch, each glance exerting immense pressure.
"Recently, there have been some unsettling incidents within our sect," Elder Bei Lu's voice, like a block of ice breaking in a glacier, was cold and resonant, "Someone has dared to secretly steal our secret scriptures and spread the secrets of our sect. This is a blatant challenge to the rules of our sect!"
The disciples looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and unease. Who could be the one betraying the sect?
"Our Martial Arts Sect rules should be engraved in each of your hearts," Elder Bei Lu's voice became more severe. "If such a thing happens again, you will be immediately expelled from Martial Arts Sect!"
The tense atmosphere is like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Liu Mian, one of the three elders of the sect, sits to the side in contemplation. His gaze narrows slightly, fixing on a disciple named Lin Fan. Lin Fan, a disciple who has always been dissatisfied with his own status, carries a subtle resentment in his eyes.
Resource allocation within the sect has always been a sensitive topic. Resources often favor talented or well-connected noble-born disciples, which is undoubtedly a heavy blow to those of humble origins.
Liu Mian knows that this kind of imbalance will gradually affect the harmony of the sect, but he is also unable to come up with a perfect solution.
After the meeting dispersed, Liu Mian found Chin Feng and the two of them strolled through the bamboo forest in the moonlight.
"Chin Feng, there are some things you must know," Liu Mian said with a heavy and worried tone. "Recently, there has been unrest within our sect, with hidden currents surging. I suspect there is a traitor within the sect."
Chin Feng was shocked, with a hint of confusion and doubt in his eyes. This was the first time he had heard of such a serious issue within the sect.
"Be careful," Liu Mian said, "Matters within the sect are not as simple as they appear on the surface. Some people want more power, even to control the entire sect."
Chin Feng fell silent for a moment, then asked, "So what should I do?"
Liu Mian gazed at Chin Feng and said earnestly, "You need to stay vigilant and not easily trust anyone. The internal affairs of the sect will come to light one day. We must be prepared."
Chin Feng nodded with determination. He understood that as a warrior, he not only had to face external enemies, but sometimes also internal crises.
"Don't worry," Liu Mian finally patted Chin Feng's shoulder, "as long as we uphold righteousness, evil forces will ultimately not be able to overcome justice."
At Martial Arts Sect, the shadow of conflict extends far beyond the disciples' competitions. Every corner of the sect harbors internal strife and conspiracy, with clear opposition between interest groups of different sects. Every disciple is left guessing who the real enemy is.
As time passed, the behavior of the elders became increasingly unpredictable, leaving the disciples feeling confused. Unspoken rules quietly spread, such as the prohibition of leaving the premises at night and not being allowed to leave the sect without permission, gradually eroding the trust within the sect.
In such an atmosphere, Chin Feng chanced upon Sung in the valley one day. He was the only fellow disciple who made Chin Feng feel a sense of warmth. Sung, much younger than Chin Feng, had an ordinary appearance and a kind heart. His swordsmanship was agile and wise, but his eyes shimmered with an unusual brilliance.
Sung's life is full of sadness, having lost both parents at a young age and being sent to a Martial Arts Sect by relatives to learn martial arts. Chin Feng and Sung met by chance when Sung had just joined the sect and, due to his young age, was often bullied by older disciples. Once, he was cornered by several senior brothers, but Chin Feng happened to come to his rescue. Seeing this, Chin Feng immediately stepped in to help Sung out of the situation.
From that day on, Sung felt deep respect and gratitude towards Chin Feng, while Chin Feng was moved by Sung's innocence and resilience. The two became inseparable friends from then on.
Under a dense big tree, they sat quietly, enjoying the peaceful time together.
"Do you feel it?" Sung's voice was low and deep, as if confiding inner doubts. "The sect is no longer the place we once knew."
Chin Feng fell silent for a moment, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He knew well the profound meaning behind those words.
"The real danger does not come from external enemies," Chin Feng spoke slowly, with a calm glint in his eyes. "It comes from the internal rifts and suspicions within the sect."
Sung A glint of determination appeared in his eyes as he asked, "So what? The enemies in the darkness will eventually be exposed to the sunlight, and the truth will not be concealed forever."
Chin Feng A faint bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Perhaps the time has come, and these mysteries will naturally unravel."
The conversation between the two seemed to reveal a hint of sympathy, but also harbored deep uncertainty.
The future of the sect has become a mystery, with internal conflicts growing increasingly complex, and the real enemy seemingly lurking in the shadows.
That night, Chin Feng was wandering around Martial Arts Hall when he discovered a book forgotten in a deep corner. The book contained an ancient legend about a sealed evil power, seemingly related to the founder of the martial arts sect.
Chin Feng casually flipped through it and then put it back in place. Could these clues be related to the internal struggles of the sect?
On the distant mountain peak, a figure was quietly gazing in the direction of the sect.
A hint of indifference and a faint smile appeared in the person's eyes as they held an ancient talisman in their hand, inscribed with a strange symbol. This symbol seemed to be the same as the one Chin Feng had found in a mysterious book in the library. All the mysteries seemed to point to a larger conspiracy.
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