Chapter 274: Questioning Lan Jue!

The newcomer is a middle‑aged nun, dressed in the Qingxiao Sect's standard Daoist Robe, her face cold, a trace of authority in her brows, and she is indeed the Qingxiao Sect's Master of a Sect, Lan Jue Shitai!

Lan Jue Shitai's cultivation is unfathomable, and her reputation in the jianghu is extremely high; even Ye Jinghong has to give her a few points of respect.

Therefore, when they see Lan Jue Shitai, everyone restrains their breath and respectfully steps forward to pay their respects.

"Honored to see Master Lan Jue!"

"Grand Master Lan Jue's divine presence graces us; we have failed to welcome you from afar!"

Lan Jue Shitai doesn't even glance at the crowd, her gaze sweeping straight over the people, her eyes darkening briefly before she turns to Ye Jinghong, forcing a faint smile onto her face.

"Brother Ye Dao, how have you been? I heard that after the Tianmu Wu Zun Inheritance there is a successor; I wonder which young talent managed to pass the Wu Zun's trial?"

Looking around the scene, only Ye Jinghong has the right to speak with her on equal terms!

Ye Jinghong gives a slight smile, steps aside to yield the position behind, points at Jiang Feng and says with a grin.

"Comrade Lan Jue, please look: the one who obtained the Wu Zun Inheritance is none other than Jiang Xiaoyou!"

Jiang Feng stands where he is, not bowing like the others, but calmly gazes at Lan Jue Shitai.

When Lan Jue Shitai sees Jiang Feng's face clearly, the smile on her face freezes instantly and she can't help but gasp.

"You?"

She can't believe she has seen Jiang Feng again, and her complexion turns extremely ugly.

At this moment, a storm of terror rises in Lan Jue Shitai's heart.

She clearly remembers that she had previously ambushed Jiang Feng with the Jue Yin Palm.

The Jue Yin Palm is her famed signature technique, chillingly ruthless; the one struck is infiltrated by Cold Poison into the five organs and six bowels.

Even a Heavenly Human Realm strongman who gets hit would find it hard to survive, let alone Jiang Feng, who at the time was only a Grandmaster.

Logically, Jiang Feng should have been tormented to death by the Cold Poison long ago; how could he still be alive?

Even if he didn't die, the kid should at least be crippled by now.

Yet now, he actually obtained the Tianmu Wu Zun Inheritance?

Jiang Feng looks at Lan Jue Shitai's shocked expression and flashes a cold smile.

He speaks word by word, gritting his teeth.

"Lan Jue Shitai, long time no see! So I'm alive—are you surprised?"

His voice is soft, yet carries a bone‑piercing chill that makes everyone present shiver.

The crowd is stunned, looking at each other, unable to grasp what grudge exists between Jiang Feng and Lan Jue Shitai.

Lin Qinghan's heart tightens even more; he quickly grabs Jiang Feng's hand and can't help asking.

"Jiang Feng, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'I'm alive', Master is surprised?"

She senses Lan Jue Shitai's unease, and a vague bad premonition rises in her heart.

Lan Jue Shitai's heart jumps at Jiang Feng's question, and hearing Lin Qinghan's words makes her even more flustered.

What she fears most is that her disciple discovers she, to prevent their interaction, actually ambushed a junior.

If this spreads, not only does this Master of a Sect lose face, but the Qingxiao Sect's reputation will also be affected.

She suppresses the shock and panic in her heart, and glowers fiercely at Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, don't speak recklessly! What do you mean 'I'm alive', His Seat is very surprised?"

Hearing this, Jiang Feng can only sneer colder.

"Lan Jue Shitai, are you daring to act but not to take responsibility?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you ambushed me back then using the Qingxiao Sect's signature technique, the Jue Yin Palm, right? I was tormented by that Cold Poison to the brink of death, almost losing my life!"

The words cause a roar throughout the venue!

The fame of the Jue Yin Palm is known to every jianghu practitioner.

It is Lan Jue Shitai's most prized signature technique, unbearably chilling.

Those struck are burned by Cold Poison, endure unbearable suffering, and eventually die in extreme cold; even with an Antidote, it is hard to completely purge the Cold Poison from the body.

No one expected Lan Jue Shitai to ambush Jiang Feng, and to use such a vicious Jue Yin Palm!

Lin Qinghan is struck like by lightning, jerks his head around, and looks at Lan Jue Shitai in disbelief.

"Master, is this true? When you previously met Jiang Feng, did you really strike a fatal blow on him? Why would you do that?"

She knows the power of the Jue Yin Palm too well; it is a technique even a Heavenly Human Realm practitioner struggles to endure.

Jiang Feng was only a Grandmaster then; how could he possibly survive?

She truly cannot imagine how Jiang Feng survived the Cold Poison of the Jue Yin Palm, nor how much suffering he endured.

What puzzles her even more is why Master would be so ruthless toward Jiang Feng, whom she has only met once.

Lan Jue Shitai's complexion flashes pale and then white as Lin Qinghan questions her.

She never imagined Jiang Feng would actually dare to expose this publicly!

She squints, her gaze icy as she stares at Jiang Feng.

"Kid, stop slandering! If I truly used the Jue Yin Palm on you, how could you survive? If you want to frame His Seat, you should at least concoct a believable lie!"

She pauses, her eyes scanning Jiang Feng's aura, a hint of mockery curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Who in the jianghu doesn't know, His Seat's Jue Yin Palm is barely survivable even for the Heavenly Human Realm—nine deaths to one life! You kid… you're probably not yet at the Heavenly Human Realm, just a Grandmaster Nine-Peak Apex; how could you survive the Jue Yin Palm? It's impossible!"

Lan Jue Shitai's words also plunge the crowd into contemplation.

Indeed, the power of the Jue Yin Palm is evident to all; Jiang Feng is merely a Grandmaster, how could he survive?

Could it be that Jiang Feng is lying to frame Lan Jue Shitai?

Ye Jinghong furrows his brow; he knows Jiang Feng isn't one to lie casually, yet Lan Jue Shitai's words do have merit.

He has also heard of the terror of the Jue Yin Palm; a Grandmaster struck by it indeed finds survival difficult.

Even at his level, one would suffer a severe affliction, leaving a fatal hidden disease.

"You little lunatic, is what Lan Jue said true? Did you really get hit by the Jue Yin Palm? But now you…"

"I'm living just fine now, so does Lan Jue Shitai think I'm lying?"

Jiang Feng interrupted Ye Jinghong's words, his gaze still cold as ice as he looked at Lan Jue Shitai.

"Is it the Jue Yin Palm? It's not up to you, nor up to me; the evidence is right Here!"

After speaking, Jiang Feng stopped the chatter, reached out and ripped open his own collar.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused there, and they saw on Jiang Feng's chest a palm-sized black mark, its edges tinged with a faint bluish‑black hue.

Although it no longer emitted cold, the unique pattern and lingering chill unmistakably showed it wasn't caused by an ordinary palm technique.

"This… this is the Jue Yin Palm's palm imprint!"

"My god, it's actually true! Lan Jue Shitai really laid a lethal hand on Jiang Xiaoyou!"

The whole venue instantly erupted, and everyone showed a shocked expression.

Lan Jue Shitai's complexion instantly turned Pale as Paper, and her body staggered back a step.

This mark is unique to the Jue Yin Palm, utterly impossible to forge—iron evidence like a mountain; she can no longer deny it!

Lin Qinghan looked at Jiang Feng's chest at that snarling black mark, and Tears instantly streamed down.

"Master, what on earth is happening? The mark on Jiang Feng's chest—was it truly caused by your Jue Yin Palm? Why did you treat him that way?"

"Isn't it because of you, you fool!"

Lan Jue finally Collapsing, said viciously.

"Do you dare say you never had any romantic feelings toward this kid?"