Chapter 48

City Lord's Mansion.

"What did you say? The Purple Sun Courtyard was attacked by demonic cultivators?" Fei Si, who was busy handling affairs, stood up directly, his face full of shock.

"How is Young Master Meng Chong?" he immediately asked.

Upon learning that Meng Chong was unharmed, the giant stone that had been in his throat finally fell to the bottom of his heart.

He immediately gave orders to dispatch a team of cultivators to support the Purple Sun Courtyard.

"I'll go first!" Fei Si could no longer care about the official business in his hands; he leaped into the air, his figure like a rainbow, flying toward the Purple Sun Courtyard.

"The arrangements for Meng Chong at the Purple Sun Courtyard were extremely secretive."

"But he had only just arrived there, and he was already attacked by demonic cultivators!"

"Are they really demonic cultivators?"

A dark cloud hung over Fei Si's heart.

He was the right-hand man of the current City Lord of Fire Persimmon Immortal City, with a ruthless personality and a knack for schemes. Many things that the City Lord found inconvenient to do, and that Chi Dun was too brainless to do, could only be done by him.

Previously, Fei Si had discovered that Zhou Zhu of the Zhou family was relying on his own talent to forcefully suppress his injuries, and his speed of dissipating his cultivation was extremely fast, posing a huge threat to Meng Chong.

He had made arrangements, activated the Zhou family's mole, and sabotaged Zhou Zhu, greatly delaying Zhou Zhu's progress in dissipating his cultivation.

And since the Zheng family's Zheng Jian was using alchemy methods, his speed was not slow either, so he simply sabotaged him as well.

Finally, in order to disguise himself, he activated a death-sworn soldier to deliberately attack Meng Chong. Meng Chong killed him in return, thus making a name for himself among the three great families, highlighting the strength of the City Lord's Mansion from the side.

Of course, Meng Chong was unaware of this matter. Apart from Fei Si and the City Lord, no third person knew.

As for the Ning family, Fei Si had also paid attention to Ning Xiaohui. But she was still playing games with her family, fighting for more benefits for herself, and had not dissipated her cultivation at all, posing no threat, so Fei Si did not take action.

The City Lord's Mansion naturally had moles in the Ning family as well. But Fei Si considered that activating the moles to take action had no value. It was better to let the Ning family go, creating the fact that among the four major forces, only the Ning family had not been attacked.

In this way, what would the Zhou and Zheng families think?

Fei Si used this point to set a small trap, sabotaging the Ning family.

It was precisely because he had done so much that when he heard Meng Chong had been attacked, he immediately felt as if he were facing a great enemy!

"Could it be that the other three families have seen through the truth and are secretly retaliating against us?"

"Then which family is it?"

"And how did our side leak the news?"

The four major forces of Fire Persimmon Immortal City were in a state of balance. Everyone was of the righteous path; even if they wanted to retaliate, they wouldn't do it openly on the table, they wouldn't tear their faces off, but would instead strike in the dark.

Arranging or disguising as demonic cultivators was the most common method.

Fei Si landed in the Purple Sun Courtyard, causing a surge of air that kicked up a cloud of dust.

He scanned his surroundings; there were traces of fierce battle everywhere. Among the broken walls and ruins lay the corpses of many cultivators, as well as a large number of broken mechanical parts.

The peak Foundation Establishment sword cultivator who had been repelled by Han Ming and used the Space-Escaping Talisman to flee for his life had already returned.

Seeing Fei Si, the sword cultivator's face turned pale, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Deserting in the face of battle, I will deal with you later!" On his way here, Fei Si had already received urgent reports from the cultivators and understood everything that had happened during the attack.

The sword cultivator bowed his head to obey on the surface, but in his heart, he never regretted it.

His colleague, who was also at the Foundation Establishment stage, had taken the initiative to attack the mechanical demonic cultivator and had never returned.

Clearly, he was in grave danger.

At least he had saved his own life!

As for being punished, he would just have to take it. As long as he was alive, everything else had a future, everything was possible.

Fei Si bypassed the sword cultivator and hurried to the alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, Meng Chong was half-crouched, tending to Sun Lie, who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, Sun Lie's complexion was already much better.

Although Meng Chong was not skilled at healing others, Sun Lie was a master alchemist and carried many healing pills with him.

"Young Master Meng Chong, are you alright?" Fei Si asked with an anxious expression, his first words inquiring about Meng Chong, his concern and nervousness evident.

Although he already knew Meng Chong was unharmed, at this time, he had to put on a show.

Often, empty words are not useless; they can indicate a certain attitude! And attitude often indicates a stance.

Meng Chong glanced at Fei Si and shook his head directly, indicating he was unharmed.

"If you are unharmed, why are you naked and smelling of fragrance?" Fei Si felt it was very strange, but he would never say it out loud.

He then stared at Sun Lie and said very rudely: "Sun Lie, it is fortunate that Young Master Meng Chong is unharmed, otherwise you would be hard-pressed to escape the blame!"

"Your death is a small matter, but Young Master Meng Chong has super-grade immortal aptitude and is the hope of the Meng family. If you drag him down, ten lives would not be enough to compensate."

Although Sun Lie was a master alchemist, he was ultimately only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, not the Golden Core stage.

In fact, even if Sun Lie were at the Golden Core stage, Fei Si would still scold him just the same.

This was where his cleverness lay.

Sun Lie was half-lying against the wall and gave Fei Si a big eye-roll.

He was unconstrained in his personality and did not look favorably upon people like Fei Si. Even if Fei Si were at the Golden Core stage, so what? He would still retort.

Everyone was a person of the righteous path, so they had to act according to the rules of the righteous path.

Cultivation base did not represent everything.

Sun Lie immediately retorted: "I dragged Meng Chong down? It was your City Lord who personally invited me to take action. Do you think I wanted to get involved in this muddy water of the Molten Immortal Palace?"

As a master alchemist, even if his cultivation was a bit lacking, with his good skills, he could be treated with courtesy wherever he went and would not fare poorly.

Fei Si glanced at the ruined medicinal herbs in the pill furnace and sneered: "Now look, your help to Young Master Meng Chong this time has failed. You've exposed this place, and the risk of staying here is even greater."

Sun Lie chuckled: "Fei Si, which ear heard me say that this time was a failure?"

"I have already succeeded!"

"Hmm?" Fei Si was stunned.

"Ah?" Meng Chong was also stunned, "Old Sun, my cultivation hasn't been dissipated yet."

"Hahaha." Sun Lie did not rush to explain, but instead tilted his head back and laughed, looking very pleased with himself.

Fei Si sneered, pointing his finger at the ruined medicinal herbs in the pill furnace: "Facts speak louder than words, Sun Lie. At this point, what is the use of being stubborn?"

"Hahaha!" Sun Lie's laughter rose, full of mockery.

But soon, he pulled at his wounds, his laughter stopped abruptly, and a look of pain appeared.

"Cough, cough, cough... Ugh!" Sun Lie coughed violently, then his Adam's apple rolled, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood emitted a strong smell of wine.

"What a pity, what a pity." Sun Lie stared at the blood and slapped his thigh.

Meng Chong hurriedly handed him more pills: "Old Sun, don't talk anymore, quickly take some pills."

Sun Lie pushed his hand away: "Pills are not necessarily better the more you take. I just took some medicine, and the medicinal power is already filling my whole body, slowly digesting over time. Any more would not be good."

Fei Si narrowed his eyes, sensing something strange: "What is a pity?"

Sun Lie stared at the blood on the ground and said: "That was Thousand Flame Soul-Burning Wine. It was brewed using thousand-year-old spiritual flame flowers, pure soul essence, and flame spring water. The wine is rich and the kick is fierce; I had almost finished drinking it!"

Meng Chong sighed: "Old Sun, don't be sorry. Isn't it just Thousand Flame Soul-Burning Wine? I'll go beg my grandfather, and I'll definitely beg for another jar for you."

Only then did Sun Lie grin and look at Meng Chong: "Good boy, it wasn't in vain that I put in so much effort to set this trap for you."