Yuqiongyin

After a moment, she stood up and rubbed her hands casually on the hem of her clothes. Water stains mixed with blood left several irregular marks on the corners of her clothes.

At this time, Rong Yunqiu came over following the sound. Seeing her like this, his heart suddenly tightened. He took a few steps forward, holding a clean cloak in his hand, his eyes full of heartache and worry: "Chen Ning, you are... why are you torturing yourself like this."

As he said this, he was about to put a cloak on her.

Feng Chenning slightly turned sideways to avoid his movements and shook her head: "No need, I'll go to the interrogation hall."

Rong Yunqiu sighed softly, knowing that he could not persuade her, so he quietly put away his cloak and stayed by her side: "You have just recovered from a serious illness, don't exhaust yourself. We have already found some clues, and we will work slowly in the future."

Feng Chenning nodded slightly, looking towards the mountains in the distance, the fierceness in her eyes turned into determination: "Yes, I know."

After saying this, she raised her legs and continued to move forward, her figure blending into the light and shadow of the holy land.

The holy land was peaceful and tranquil on a daily basis, and the disciples and servants had long been accustomed to a stable life. Feng Chenning's appearance, covered in blood and full of murderous aura, instantly broke this peace.

The guards on duty at the entrance of the interrogation hall were the first to see Feng Chenning's appearance. Their bodies suddenly stiffened and their hands holding the spears tightened unconsciously.

The spear that usually stood straight and upright, symbolizing majesty, was now trembling slightly, with the tip of the spear shaking slightly, as if it was frightened by the cold and murderous aura emanating from Feng Chenning.

The leading guard opened his eyes wide, a look of panic on his face, and stammered, finally squeezing out the words "Saint..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.

The other guards hurriedly knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, and cold sweat rolled down their foreheads. No one dared to look up at Feng Chenning.

The young disciples in the holy land were practicing martial arts in the martial arts arena, with shouts and the sounds of weapons clashing coming one after another.

The moment Feng Chenning appeared, the martial arts arena seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization. All the movements of everyone stopped and their weapons were suspended in mid-air.

The long sword in the hand of a guard fell to the ground with a "clang!", but he was completely unaware of it. He just stared at Feng Chenning with his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

After a moment, everyone woke up as if from a dream, hurriedly put away their weapons, bowed in unison, and dared not breathe.

In the courtyard of the interrogation hall, several respected elders were sipping tea and discussing matters, with the aroma of tea wafting in the air.

Feng Chenning stepped into the courtyard, and the scent of tea was instantly dispersed by the bloody smell on her body.

The expressions of the elders in the interrogation hall suddenly changed, the teacups clanged and the tea splashed out.

The elder who was in the lead was very well-mannered and took the lead in calming down his mind, but the fingers twisting his beard were still trembling slightly, and his eyes were solemn: "Saint girl, what happened?"

The other deacons and elders were whispering to each other, looking at Feng Chenning with complicated eyes, some shocked, some puzzled, and more of a sense of uneasiness about this sudden bloody scene.

Inside the meeting hall, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it; the candlelight flickered in the dead silent air, and the light and shadows swayed on the wrinkled faces of the deacons and elders, outlining expressions of either guilt or anger.

Feng Chenning was dressed in a black robe with dried blood still on the corners of his clothes. His hair was neatly tied up and his eyes were like cold stars, piercing straight at the great elder sitting in the first seat. The cold aura emanating from his body made the temperature around him drop a few degrees.

"I handed over all the clues and witnesses to the interrogation hall, hoping to find out the mastermind and give me justice. Now, several days have passed, but nothing has been found. May I ask if this is the efficiency of the Holy Land?"

Feng Chenning was the first to speak out, his voice was as cold as ice, and every word he said hit the ears of everyone in the hall, "The elders are usually highly respected and revered, but now it seems that they are just in name only?"

The first elder's face darkened, his hand twirling his beard paused slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he still suppressed his temper, cleared his throat and said:

"Saint, this matter is complicated and thorny, and the forces behind it are intertwined. How can we not do our best to investigate day and night? But the person behind the scenes is extremely cunning. He hides his tracks and destroys a lot of evidence. It is difficult to find a solid clue for the time being. We need to plan for the long term."

Feng Chenning snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, and slammed a file on the table, making the papers rustle, and questioned him mercilessly.

"This is the evidence and testimony of the traitor. Every clue is clear, but you have made no progress. Are you incompetent or deliberately protecting him?"

Second Elder Hu Yang could no longer sit still. He stood up with a swish and blushed as he retorted, "Feng Chenning, even if you are a Saint, you must not be so presumptuous! The Holy Land is working hard for you, how dare you slander the Law Enforcement Hall?"

Feng Qingchenning raised a mocking smile, paced sideways, and tapped the file with his fingers: "Working hard? I think you are timid! Even though the organization behind it is secretive, it is such a huge holy land with spies all over the world, but the intelligence network has made no progress. It's really ridiculous."

She paused, and her eyes swept over the elders, her eyes becoming even colder, and she continued, "Could it be that the deacons and elders have been in high positions for a long time, living a life of luxury and luxury, and have lost their former courage, leaving only a false reputation to bluff people?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a bombshell that instantly caused an uproar in the meeting hall, and the elders were immediately furious.

The third elder, Elder Feng, sighed, raised his hand, and signaled everyone to be silent:

"Chen Ning, don't act on impulse. I know you are angry and sad, but investigating a case is not easy. Although there is no breakthrough at the moment, there are some clues. I heard that every time the members of the mysterious organization appear, they are accompanied by the smell of strange spices, and there are tattoos on the left side of their chests. I have sent people to dig deeper based on this."

Feng Chenning listened, was silent for a moment, and his expression eased a little: "Now that we have a direction, I hope the interrogation hall will speed up the process and don't let me down. Otherwise..."

A trace of determination and ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, "I will do what I want. Whether the Holy Land needs a Saint like me is up to you elders to decide."

After saying this, she flicked her long sleeves and strode out of the meeting hall, leaving the elders looking at each other with solemn expressions.

After Feng Chenning left, the deacons and elders urgently convened a meeting. The atmosphere in the meeting hall was solemn and depressing, and the flickering candlelight reflected the solemn faces of everyone.

The first elder took the lead in attacking, frowning and speaking in a serious tone: "Feng Chenning's action is too reckless! The Holy Land has always been based on peace and harmony. Such bloody actions will definitely bring disaster in the future!"

Second Elder Hu Yang nodded in agreement and said worriedly, "Besides, as a saint, she dared to torture people privately in the dungeon. This is against the rules. If this continues, what will happen to the dignity of the holy land? We should restrain her!"

However, the third elder, Elder Feng, disagreed. He stroked his chin with his hand and looked at me with a deep gaze:

"Chen Ning has always been prudent. This time he is so decisive. I guess it must be because the mysterious organization behind him makes him feel that a crisis is coming. The outside world is treacherous. If you just stick to the old rules, you may not be able to protect yourself. I think we should first find out the reason."

"Saint...Do we still need a Saint now?" Hu Yang cursed.

The first elder shouted angrily, "Shut up!!!"

The top leaders argued endlessly and were unable to reach a unified decision. The subsequent strategic planning and resource allocation of the Holy Land were constrained and fell into a deadlock.

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