Early the next morning.
Feng Tengyun came to the Gu Clan once again.
This time, the people of the Gu Clan were quite serious.
They had also discussed and come up with a countermeasure.
They could not easily hand over the Everlasting Spring Technique to Feng Tengyun.
However, for the safety of their clan members.
They also could not turn that hidden Martial Saint into an enemy.
Gu Yang looked at Feng Tengyun and said:
Our Gu Clan has always kept our promises. Since it is something Mr. Bowen promised you, our Gu Clan will definitely accomplish it.
But the Everlasting Spring Technique is extremely important to our Gu Clan. You must agree to one condition.
Feng Tengyun said expressionlessly:
Please speak.
At this time, an elder of the Gu Clan stood out and said:
You must join our Gu Clan and cannot leave our headquarters.
As for your companion, you can pass the Everlasting Spring Technique to him over the phone.
Once we find out that the Everlasting Spring Technique has been leaked, don't blame us for showing no mercy.
Gu Yang continued:
This is also a measure of expediency. As long as you trust your companion and agree to this condition of the Gu Clan, we will impart the Everlasting Spring Technique to you.
You can cultivate your martial arts with peace of mind at the Gu Clan headquarters.
Feng Tengyun's face showed no emotion.
He answered without any hesitation:
No problem, I can stay behind as a hostage.
Our goal is merely to achieve immortality; it's the same wherever we cultivate.
Seeing Feng Tengyun agree without hesitation.
Gu Yang did not hide anything and directly explained the incantations, the circulation routes, and the key points for subsequent cultivation of the Everlasting Spring Technique.
Feng Tengyun took only one day to learn the Everlasting Spring Technique.
Then, in front of the Gu Clan, he called Mi Chuan.
At this moment, Mi Chuan was in Donghai City of Great Xia, dancing ballroom dance with a voluptuous middle-aged woman.
His head full of black hair was slicked back and shining with oil.
His full beard was meticulously groomed.
He was wearing a plaid shirt and suspenders.
One could not tell at all that he was already a man in his seventies, let alone a Martial Saint.
Instead, he looked just like a greasy fifty-year-old uncle.
Just as he was dancing in high spirits.
His phone suddenly rang.
Damn!
Mi Chuan cursed inwardly.
Thinking it was some dance partner missing him again.
He originally wanted to take it out and hang up directly.
But he found that it was Feng Tengyun calling.
He hurriedly said to his dance partner:
Baby, wait a moment. I'll come back to accompany you right after I answer this call.
You're not allowed to look for other old men.
The dance partner glared at him fiercely and pinched him.
But a thick smile appeared on her face.
Mi Chuan found a quiet place and hurriedly answered the phone.
Old Feng, how did it go?
Soon, that emotionless, machine-like voice came through.
The Gu Clan kept their promise and has already given me the Everlasting Spring Technique.
Memorize the incantations and circulation routes now.
Mi Chuan frowned and said:
You're a grown man, what's the rush? Wouldn't it be fine if you just teach me when you come back?
The cold voice came again.
I have to stay here as a hostage.
Mi Chuan's eyes widened. He hadn't expected such a result.
His original thought was that those fools from the Gu Clan would either give up the technique or kill Old Feng on the spot.
But he never expected they would come up with the method of keeping Old Feng as a hostage.
Soon, Mi Chuan recorded all the incantations, meridian circulation routes, and the re-cultivation methods for each rejuvenation on his phone.
Old Feng, just stay well in the Gu Clan from now on, don't worry about me...
Before Mi Chuan could finish speaking, Feng Tengyun hung up the phone.
The Gu Clan people were listening by the side the whole time.
Originally, Feng Tengyun thought they would confiscate his phone.
But obviously, the Gu Clan didn't think of this.
They merely sent someone to monitor Feng Tengyun's room to listen if he made any random calls.
As soon as Feng Tengyun returned to his room.
He used the powerful perception of a Martial Saint.
And inspected the room.
He found almost no surveillance equipment.
It seems I overestimated these primitives.
Feng Tengyun then pulled out his phone without hesitation.
And sent a message to Mi Chuan.
Give the cultivation method of the Everlasting Spring Technique to Wei Qianqiu. Do not reply, do not ask!
After sending the message, he directly deleted the sent message.
Finally, he crushed the phone in his hand.
On the other side.
Mi Chuan looked at the phone message in astonishment.
Without thinking, he replied and asked:
Damn! Old Feng, you actually know that old monster from the Wei family?
Tell me quickly, what are you two plotting?
What's in it for me if I run errands for you?
Reply to the damn message! Your little life is currently in my hands, I advise you to show some respect.
Old Feng! If you don't reply, I'll publish the Everlasting Spring Technique all over the internet, let's see if you die or not!
...
Mi Chuan frantically sent over a dozen text messages. After receiving absolutely no reply, he finally gave up.
However, whenever he thought about looking for the old monster of the Wei family.
His heart felt a little fuzzy with fear.
But if he didn't go, he was really itching with curiosity, wanting to know what Old Feng and Wei Qianqiu were up to.
...
Martial Arts Guild Headquarters.
After Ye Wujiang listened to Gu Changqing's demands, he felt unwell all over.
Fine! I'm doing exactly as you said.
Gritting his teeth, he followed Gu Clan's Little Cutie's instructions and published Chen Feng's crimes.
Right now, the whole world was watching Great Xia as a joke.
They had just conquered the world.
And in the blink of an eye, the fruits of victory were snatched away by the Kunlun Gu Clan.
The internet was filled almost entirely with mockery towards Great Xia.
Even Great Xia's own people were fiercely sarcastic towards the Martial Arts Guild.
However, seeing the announcement published by the Martial Arts Guild made most people too afraid to speak out despite their anger.
Warmly welcoming the 382 Martial Saints of the Gu Clan to take over the Martial Arts Guild and serve the people of the world.
Three hundred and eighty-two Martial Saints—what a terrifying number.
But soon, the Martial Arts Guild issued another notice, along with a corresponding wanted poster.
This made some people unable to hold back anymore.
Following Gu Changqing's instructions.
The announcement published by the Martial Arts Guild was extraordinary.
Great Xia's Chen Feng is guilty of a thousand deaths, execute his nine generations!
Wanted worldwide: Chen Feng's disciples and relatives!
Dead or alive, a bounty of one hundred million per head.
This headline immediately caused countless people to discuss it heatedly.
What era is it now, there's still talk of executing nine generations?
Luckily my surname isn't Chen, I don't even know how the nine generations are calculated.
Even if Chen Feng is wrong, why issue a wanted poster for his disciples? The Chosen Eldest Senior Sister is so cute.
Look at Chen Feng's charges, it's simply outrageous!
...
Chen Feng's charges caused an even bigger uproar.
Charge 1: Murder of the Gu Clan's highly respected Mr. Zhang Bowen.
Charge 2: Murder of the Gu Clan's highly respected old clan leader.
Charge 3: Attempting to prevent the Gu Clan's divine beast, the Flood Dragon, from transforming into a true dragon.
Charge 4: Attempting to sabotage the opening of the Kunlun Mountains, affecting the great cause of the Gu Clan's emergence.
As soon as the four major charges were revealed.
The entire internet instantly boiled over.
With this, Chen Feng truly became famous all over the world.
He reached a level where no one didn't know his name.
Even the foreigners from the other three continents were full of admiration for Chen Feng.

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