C111 Temple

Under the coercion of Yun Feixue, Xia Jingshan had no choice but to hand over 90% of his wealth. This was because the moment this fortune was exposed, he, Xia Jingshan, would also be sentenced to death.

As for Xia Jingshan, this sort of empire's worm would only continue to harm the people. In addition, he would definitely report the news of his arrival to the Golden Dragon Guards, so he naturally couldn't leave behind his life.

However, even if he had achieved the goal that he had expected, Yun Feixue would not be happy at all because the two pieces of news that he had heard from Xia Jingshan were truly too shocking.

If this was the power hidden behind Li Shengyi, then the time when Dongfang Jianxiong sat on the dragon throne could start counting down. The fate of the entire Hidden Dragon Empire would also end in the countdown.

But he absolutely could not tell this to Dongfang Jianxiong now, because he would never believe it, unless an ironclad piece of evidence was before him.

Moreover, even if he believed it, it wouldn't help. If he didn't attack in advance, it would only alarm Li Shengyi. Who knew what secrets he still had that he hadn't taken out yet.

With Yun Feixue's current strength, dealing with these two powers was not a realistic idea. However, the flames of hatred still burned in his heart.

Li Shengyi didn't have the ability to deal with it, but if he could eliminate these two forces, then he believed that his strength would definitely be greatly damaged. However, before that happened, he still had to first ascertain whether Xia Jingshan's words were true or false.

Yun Feixue was walking on the main street of the Hidden Dragon City. On both sides of the street, there were rows of simply decorated shops and houses. Although it was already winter, many merchants were still selling their goods to the pedestrians on the street.

However, as Yun Feixue walked towards the end of the street, the bustling city gradually quietened down. Surprisingly, the number of people surrounding the end of the street did not decrease at all, instead, it only increased.

At the end of the street, there were luxurious and eye-catching palace buildings. The huge arched hanging door showed the comfort and luxury of the place, and below the arched door, the golden-edged word 'Temple' was especially conspicuous.

This was the Hall of Punishment of the Holy Spirit Sect. Yun Feixue only came to one of the halls of this branch of the Hidden Dragon City.

He came here to investigate the truth and to see exactly how charming this Holy Spirit Sect was. He had only heard of it before, but after coming to this hall, he finally understood how attractive the Holy Spirit Sect was. It was as if everyone here giving their lives was a kind of happiness.

The Temple had long since been filled with people, all of whom looked up with reverence towards the inside of the temple, wishing they could stretch their neck to ten meters more.

Only after taking a closer look did Yun Feixue realize that the majority of the people here were beggars and the poor. Under the sacred temple, the five grains and a set of thick cotton blankets were piled up like a mountain.

No matter how extravagant and luxurious the society was, beggars and vagabonds could still be seen everywhere. It was as if they had already become the symbol of a city, and without a few beggars, it would seem incomplete.

To them, the first thing they had to do every day was to warm up and eat, and right now, the Holy Spirit Sect was helping them solve this problem without any conditions.

Therefore, no one envied the Temple's extravagance, and no one questioned why they needed such living conditions. Even the endless buildings were almost comparable to the Hidden Dragon Palace that Dongfang Jianxiong resided in, but everyone believed that this was something that the Holy Spirit Sect deserved, and this was the reward for doing so many good deeds.

To be honest, Yun Feixue's heart was quite warm as he looked at everyone receiving his share of food and clothes. If not for the flowers mentioned by Xia Jing Shan, he would never have doubted the Holy Spirit Sect at all.

In this cold winter, what could be more persuasive than a piece of food and warm clothes? The Holy Spirit Sect had undoubtedly done it, regardless of whether these people worked for the Holy Spirit Sect or not, in their hearts, the Holy Spirit Sect was already an inviolable holy land.

Yun Feixue watched as his breath slowly formed into ice crystals in the air. His eyes flickered as if he had suddenly made a decision.

He took off his jacket, tore his clothes apart, and made himself look like a homeless person.

The cold winter wind did not have much effect on him, but at this moment, all of his cultivation base had been completely enveloped by his soul power. As long as it wasn't a strong person from the Spirit Sea Realm, it was impossible for him to discover that his cultivation had already reached the second level of the Refinement Meridian realm.

His face was flushed as he rubbed his palms. In just a few minutes, he had already blended in with the crowd around him.

Behind him, he was quickly filled up by newcomers. Suddenly, a voice reached Yun Feixue's ears, "Are you prepared to join the Sacred Hall as well?"

Looking over at the source of the sound, behind Yun Feixue was a young man around his age. His eyes were blazing as he stared at the Sacred Hall with an indescribable yearning in his eyes.

"Join the Temple?" Yun Feixue asked.

"Don't you know? It's said that there are only a hundred slots, and as long as no one has reached the age of twenty, they are allowed to apply to join. As I see it, you are still young, and I thought you were aiming for the Temple. " Although the young man's beard looked unkempt, his eyes were bright and full of spirit. It seemed that he was determined to join the Temple this time.

"Is that so? Then I also want to give it a try." Yun Feixue's eyes sparkled. Since the Temple wanted to recruit disciples, if it was possible, why not take advantage of this opportunity to investigate the inner workings of the Temple? After all, the information obtained from external observation was limited.

"Hehe, it is said that the Temple's test is not ordinary, and their disciples are extremely strict. You have to be mentally prepared. Oh right, I am called Hu Haoran, what about you?" Perhaps because he was about to enter the temple, he seemed especially enthusiastic.

"I... It's called Xiao Yun! " Yun Feixue thought for a moment and did not reveal his real name. After all, almost everyone in Hidden Dragon City knew about the name Yun Feixue. Even though there weren't many people who saw him, once he said this name, they would inevitably become suspicious.

The word 'Xiao Yun' was actually what Yu Miaoyin had always called him when she was young. Due to the homonym of 'Xiao Yun', Yun Feixue had blurted out the word 'Xiao Yun'.

"Hello, Xiao Yun. I hope we can all join the temple. To serve the temple was my, Hu Haoran's, dream ever since I was a child!" Hu Haoran's eyes were shining brightly. From this alone, Yun Feixue realized that the Holy Spirit Sect had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts. If what Xia Jing Shan said was true, then taking down such a force was not something that could be solved by force!

As the two of them were chatting, it was finally Yun Feixue's turn. Before, he did not notice the person who distributed the items. Only now did he discover with astonishment that there were three extremely beautiful beauties standing there with proud and beautiful appearances.

It could be said that no matter where the three young girls stood, they were absolutely the most eye-catching existence. Ripples of water flowed in their eyes, and a ball of fire burned in the middle of winter with their cherry red lips; they were able to ignite the ball of fire in the hearts of every man.

Every single person who had received the item stared blankly. They couldn't wait to freeze where they were forever and turn into a statue. Being able to look at them forever was also a type of great happiness.

However, when they saw the two men standing at the entrance, who were nearly two meters tall, with their chests bare, everyone could only sigh inwardly. No one dared to linger for more than a second, but Yun Feixue could still feel their gazes.

"Little brother, do you want to receive food and clothing or are you preparing to join the Temple?" In front of Yun Feixue, this young woman's voice was like a ball of fire in a world of ice and snow. The frozen air seemed to become warmer as she opened her mouth.

However, this was not the first time Yun Feixue had felt this way. Yesterday, when he was on his way to the palace to meet Dongfang Jianxiong, he had felt something similar about the newly promoted Queen. Although there was still a difference between the two, Yun Feixue subconsciously linked the two.

Could it be … What did the Queen have to do with the Holy Spirit Sect?

"Little brother, are you preparing to receive food and clothing, or do you want to join the Temple?" The beauty in front of him had clearly gotten used to Yun Feixue's short dazed look, because any man that saw her gaze would do something similar. She did not feel dissatisfied about this and would ask this a second time with a smile.

"I... I'm here... Prepared to join the Temple. " Since he was misunderstood, he might as well continue acting. Therefore, he began to stammer.

"Join the Temple huh? Then please stand in the middle of the line over there, there will be someone to receive you in a bit." The beauty looked to the left, and sure enough, there were a dozen or so young people enjoying the bone-piercing wind.

Yun Feixue nodded and stood at the side of the group. Immediately, Hu Haoran also stood next to Yun Feixue.

For an ordinary person, standing still in the cold wind was a very difficult task, especially for these people who were dressed in shabby clothes and did not even have a single jacket. It was simply torture in disguise.

However, when Yun Feixue saw the unswerving determination on their faces, even Hu Haoran beside them felt the same way. They stood straight with their chests puffed out as if they were shouting out loud about the iron will to join the Sacred Hall.

This distribution of food and clothing continued all the way until the evening, and Yun Feixue and the others had also stood there for an entire half a day.

Finally, a young man in his early twenties walked out of the Sacred Hall. He glanced at Yun Feixue and the other twenty people, before saying indifferently, "All of you can go back. You do not have the qualifications to enter the Sacred Hall."