Lin Feng emerged from the Heavenly Void Dimension, leaving Xia Yun and the Heaven Devouring Phoenix behind. He stood alone under the pale light of the mortal world, the dense trees surrounding him casting long shadows in the moonlight. His thoughts were focused on his next mission—finding and rescuing **Yun Xi**, the sect master of the **Crystal Moon Sect**. With the chaos unleashed by the **Ironclad Wolf Sect**, time was of the essence.
He reached out to the system, his mind focused. “System, show me Yun Xi’s location.”
The **system panel** blinked to life in his vision, delivering the information.
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### **[System Alert]**
**Target Location:** Yun Xi, 600 kilometers to the north.
Condition: Engaged in combat.
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Lin Feng's eyes sharpened as the panel updated. Without hesitation, he disappeared from his current location, using a high-level movement technique that allowed him to cross vast distances in the blink of an eye. In a flash, he appeared 600 kilometers to the north, his feet landing softly on a mountain ridge.
As Lin Feng surveyed the scene before him, his heart sank slightly. The once-proud **Crystal Moon Sect**, known for its beauty and prestige, had been reduced to rubble. Buildings lay in ruins, their walls shattered, and the **main gate**, once adorned with elegant carvings, had been broken and scorched. Bodies of fallen disciples littered the ground, their lifeless forms scattered among the debris, while flames flickered on the remnants of the sect's once-pristine halls.
The **Ironclad Wolf Sect** had truly ravaged this place. Lin Feng’s gaze traveled over the sect grounds, eventually locking onto the **main hall**—or what remained of it. A battle was ongoing.
In the center of the courtyard, four women stood surrounded by Ironclad Wolf Sect disciples. Three of them were heavily injured, leaning on one another for support, their clothes bloodied, their faces pale with exhaustion. The last woman, standing fiercely in front of them, was unmistakably **Yun Xi**, the Crystal Moon Sect's master. Even injured, she fought like a lioness protecting her cubs.
Lin Feng took in her appearance—a woman of unparalleled beauty, her long, black hair flowing like a waterfall behind her. Her icy, cold eyes betrayed a sense of deep resolve as she wielded a sword that shimmered with powerful **Qi**. Despite the situation, she looked every bit the cold beauty he had heard about. Yet, her strength was undeniable.
As Lin Feng watched, the **system panel** blinked again, notifying him of three new potential disciples.
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### **[System Alert]**
**Candidates Found:**
- **Yun Xi** (Elder): Rating 97
- **Xu Qing** (Disciple): Rating 91
- **Li Yan** (Disciple): Rating 90
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- **Chen Rui** (Disciple): Rating 92
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Lin Feng’s lips curved into a slight smile. As expected, Yun Xi’s personal disciples were all talented, rated highly by the system. These were powerful cultivators, all of whom had great potential. He could sense their latent strength despite their current condition.
However, his attention shifted to the unfolding drama. The sect was surrounded by the Ironclad Wolf Sect members, all of whom were laughing as Yun Xi fought to protect her disciples. In the middle of them stood the **Ironclad Wolf Sect's Sect Master**, **Wu Jian**, a tall and brutal-looking man with a cruel smile on his face. Next to him was **Mo Yuxin**, a woman who had once been a grand elder of the Crystal Moon Sect but now stood with the Ironclad Wolf Sect, her betrayal evident.
Wu Jian sneered as he watched Yun Xi struggle. “Yun Xi, why do you persist? Your Crystal Moon Sect has fallen. Your disciples are on the brink of death. Surrender now, and I’ll make your end merciful.”
Yun Xi, panting heavily, her injuries worsening, didn’t respond to him directly. Instead, she focused on protecting her disciples, her sword gleaming as she fended off another attack. One of her disciples, **Xu Qing**, coughed weakly, her voice barely a whisper. "Master... please… leave us. You have the strength to escape. If you run now, you can avenge us one day."
Another disciple, **Li Yan**, nodded, though she was barely able to stand. "Yes, Master... with your cultivation at the **Void Refining Realm High Tier**... you can easily escape them. We can’t let you die here."
Yun Xi’s cold gaze, filled with a mixture of fury and regret, fell upon her third disciple, **Chen Rui**, who was barely holding back tears. Yun Xi didn’t answer her disciples but instead turned her attention to **Mo Yuxin**, the former grand elder of her sect, who now stood with Wu Jian.
“Why?” Yun Xi asked, her voice low but piercing. “Why did you betray the Crystal Moon Sect? You allowed them to invade without even breaking the formation. You’ve condemned your own disciples.”
Mo Yuxin let out a cold laugh, her expression twisted with delight. “Why? Isn’t it obvious? I’ve waited years for this. As long as your master was here, I couldn’t act. But ever since she ascended to the Immortal World two years ago, I’ve been plotting your downfall. The Ironclad Wolf Sect offered me more than you ever could. Power, influence, and my rightful place.”
Yun Xi’s grip tightened on her sword. “You’ll pay for this, Mo Yuxin. I swear it.”
Mo Yuxin only smirked. “Swear all you like. Once Wu Jian is done with you, you won’t be around to fulfill any promises.”
Wu Jian stepped forward, his cruel smile widening. “Enough talking, Yun Xi. You’re outnumbered and outmatched. Your sect is in ruins, and you’ve lost everything. Just give up.”
As this petty drama unfolded, Lin Feng stood watching from a distance, unimpressed. The cruelty and arrogance of the Ironclad Wolf Sect bored him. They were weak, their strength nothing compared to his. He felt no need to watch any longer.
With a sigh, he descended toward the courtyard.
The moment he landed, several Ironclad Wolf Sect members turned to him. One of the deacons, a man in his thirties, sneered at Lin Feng, noticing his youthful appearance. "This isn’t a place for a child. Go away before you get hurt."
Some of the disciples and elders around the deacon laughed in agreement, dismissing Lin Feng based on his appearance. Despite his calm demeanor, he looked like an eighteen-year-old, his face unblemished by the trials of war.
But both Wu Jian and Yun Xi narrowed their eyes in his direction, sensing something unusual about him. Their instincts told them that Lin Feng wasn’t someone to take lightly.
Lin Feng smiled faintly and shook his head. “You all talk too much for people who are about to die.”
The Ironclad Wolf Sect members laughed louder, unaware of the danger looming before them. Wu Jian, however, began to feel a growing sense of unease. Something about Lin Feng’s confidence and the aura he exuded sent a chill down his spine.
Before anyone could react, Lin Feng raised his hand, summoning **chaos fire**—a swirling, black flame that crackled with destructive energy. The air around the courtyard seemed to darken as Lin Feng casually tossed the flame toward the Ironclad Wolf Sect members.
The small orb of chaos fire landed on the ground in front of them, barely noticeable at first. One of the elders sneered, thinking it was some insignificant trick. “What’s that supposed to do? Scare us?”
But the moment the flame touched the earth, it erupted with terrifying force.
A shockwave of pure destruction tore through the courtyard, and everything in its path disintegrated—trees, rocks, buildings, and people. The Ironclad Wolf Sect members who had been mocking Lin Feng vanished, their bodies consumed by the black fire in an instant. The fire spread rapidly, creating a massive crater that stretched **100 kilometers** into the distance, leaving nothing but an empty, smoldering pit behind.
The sound of the destruction was deafening, and when it finally subsided, silence fell over the sect grounds.
Yun Xi, her disciples, and even Wu Jian and Mo Yuxin stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and horror. The entire area where the Ironclad Wolf Sect members had been standing was gone—obliterated, as if they had never existed. Only a deep crater remained, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Lin Feng lowered his hand, his expression calm. The power he had wielded was nothing compared to his full strength, but it was more than enough to deal with these insignificant enemies.
Yun Xi stared at Lin Feng, her mind reeling. Who was this young man? He had effortlessly wiped out dozens of Ironclad Wolf Sect members with a single move, a power that exceeded anything she had ever seen.
Wu Jian, the sect master of the Ironclad Wolf Sect, trembled in fear. He had never felt such terror in his life. “W-Who… who are you?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
Lin Feng turned his gaze toward Wu Jian, his eyes cold. “Someone you should have never crossed.”
**End of Chapter 5.**