《Matchless Martial Sovereign》 Awakening
On the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts are revered. Even weak martial artists possess strength capable of lifting thousands, if not tens of thousands, of pounds, capable of shattering rocks and stone tablets. The stronger warriors can sever rivers and cleave mountains, and those who achieve the title of Martial Emperor can traverse the heavens and roam the vast emptiness. Martial arts determine one¡¯s fate and life or death. The weak are oppressed and bullied, while the strong gaze down upon the world. Martial Souls are innate gifts for all people born on Jiuxiao Continent. They are the soul of a martial artist. A person¡¯s martial arts achievement is deeply connected to their Martial Soul. There are countless types of Martial Souls, such as Natural Martial Souls like fire, ice, wind, and lightning; Weapon Martial Souls, such as swords, spears, knives, and halberds; Beast Martial Souls, such as White Tigers, Wild Rhinos, Violent Apes, Dragons, and Serpents; and many powerful exotic Martial Souls, such as Berserk Martial Souls or Immortal Martial Souls. Martial Souls can evolve and become stronger as their owner¡¯s power grows. ¡ª¡ª¡ª In Yangzhou City, inside the Lin family mansion, Lin Feng opened his eyes and stared at the room in front of him. The room had an antique, fragrant atmosphere¡ªstrange yet familiar. He smiled bitterly with a hint of helplessness. "Guess I¡¯m lucky to survive after all!" Lin Feng thought to himself, and his bitter smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a faint, wry grin. Yes, Lin Feng had transmigrated. Originally, he was a senior university student from Jiangnan City in the Huaxia country on Earth. After a car accident, he found himself transported to Jiuxiao Continent, inhabiting the body of a person with the same name, a member of the Lin family. Lin Feng was a little frustrated, but not because of his transmigration. On Earth, he was an orphan, raised by his grandfather. When Lin Feng received his university admission notice, his grandfather, who had worn himself out from years of hard work, passed away peacefully, leaving him a sum of money, enough for him to finish university. His grandfather had held on to life just to leave him this inheritance. Lin Feng had always been diligent. He worked part-time and earned the highest scholarships every year, hoping to change his fate with his own efforts and fulfill his grandfather¡¯s last wish. However, as time passed, he realized that in an era where connections mattered more than effort, hard work alone wasn¡¯t enough to succeed. During his internship in his senior year, at a company banquet, a rich heir got one of Lin Feng¡¯s female classmates drunk. The rest of the company turned a blind eye. Lin Feng, aware of what was about to happen, tried to stop it. The result was that all of his hard work for four years went to waste. He was expelled from school on charges of sexual harassment, with solid evidence because the female classmate had directly accused him. The worst part was that Lin Feng got dragged into a lawsuit. The girl and the rich heir sued him together, and with all the evidence against him, there was no hope of winning. With no money or power, Lin Feng¡¯s life was essentially ruined. He would spend ten or more years in prison, his life derailed forever. When he saw the rich heir and the girl happily embracing each other in an Audi, Lin Feng stole a car and, with a smile on his face, drove toward them, remembering their fearful and filthy expressions. The corruption of the world was all too apparent. In his previous life, Lin Feng had no attachments left, so he didn¡¯t feel depressed about his transmigration. What frustrated him was that he had transmigrated into the body of a good-for-nothing young master with a useless Martial Soul. This Lin Feng, who shared the same name, had once been an outer disciple of the Yunhai Sect. However, he was mercilessly beaten and bullied by his cousin, eventually kicked out of the sect, nearly dying in the process. That was how Lin Feng was able to take over this body. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°Since I¡¯ve been given a second chance, I will never let this tragedy repeat.¡± Lying in bed, Lin Feng clenched his fists and spoke to the remaining fragments of the previous Lin Feng¡¯s soul, "Don¡¯t worry, from now on, you are me, and I am you. I¡¯ll never let myself be bullied again." Having fused with the majority of the previous Lin Feng''s soul, Lin Feng now fully understood the world he had entered. This was a world where the strong ruled supreme. As long as you were strong enough, even the highest authorities, such as the Emperor, would bow down before you. To become a martial artist, one not only needs exceptional talent but also a powerful heart and indomitable will. The previous Lin Feng had been somewhat cowardly, but Lin Feng, having experienced suffering, death, and now having two lives'' worth of willpower, was far stronger in spirit. It seemed that the remnants of the original Lin Feng¡¯s soul finally dissipated, and the two souls perfectly merged. "Boom!" At the moment of soul fusion, Lin Feng felt his soul tremble violently, causing him to faint. He didn¡¯t know how long it had been, but when he regained consciousness, his brows furrowed slightly as he carefully felt the lingering disturbance in his soul. Sitting up, Lin Feng¡¯s mind stirred, and immediately a strange aura spread throughout the space. He felt as though he was surrounded by a dark, misty shadow. ¡°Have you heard? Lin Feng, that waste, still hasn¡¯t woken up. He¡¯s probably dead by now.¡± ¡°Heh, a piece of trash like him would be better off dead, it¡¯s embarrassing for the Lin family.¡± The voices of two people reached Lin Feng¡¯s ears from a distance. However, Lin Feng didn¡¯t feel anger but instead displayed a peculiar expression. These voices, though coming from far away, were as clear as if they were right next to him. Not only that, he realized that he could hear every movement within several hundred meters as if nothing could escape his ears. Moreover, his vision had improved significantly, and his mind seemed sharper. Many things he hadn¡¯t understood about martial arts suddenly became clear to him. With another thought, a small snake-like shadow appeared behind him, coiled tightly. This was the Martial Soul that people had mocked him for¡ªthe useless Martial Soul that no one could identify. ¡°Two Martial Souls!¡± At this moment, Lin Feng didn¡¯t feel disappointed about having a small snake Martial Soul. Instead, his face lit up with a radiant smile. Indeed, the black shadow behind him was a Martial Soul, a newly awakened one. Though he didn¡¯t know what kind of Martial Soul it was yet, with the snake Martial Soul already present, it meant that he now possessed two Martial Souls. ¡°Let¡¯s call you the Dark Martial Soul for now,¡± Lin Feng smiled slightly. He suspected that having two Martial Souls was due to the fusion of his soul. After all, his soul now contained the memories of two people, making the existence of two Martial Souls not so strange. As for the power of the Dark Martial Soul, it seemed to enhance his physical abilities. Closing his eyes, Lin Feng began to meditate and cultivate. Immediately, the natural energies of the world flowed into his body, strengthening his flesh and nourishing his Martial Souls. Two hours later, Lin Feng stopped his cultivation, exhaling a cloud of white, murky air, feeling utterly refreshed, even the soreness in his body had disappeared. "This is the cultivation of a martial artist. It¡¯s truly amazing." Lin Feng looked at his clenched fists, feeling the immense strength coursing through them as they cracked and popped with power. His cultivation speed seemed to have increased dramatically. He walked out of his room, entering a vast courtyard filled with wooden posts and giant stone pillars, all set up for his training. Approaching a stone pillar, Lin Feng activated his martial technique, the Nine Wave Fist, and immediately, a powerful wind arose with his punches, cutting through the air like crashing waves. ¡°Ha!¡± With a loud shout, Lin Feng shifted his stance, tightened his core, and threw a powerful punch like a falling star, smashing into the stone pillar. A thunderous roar erupted, and the pillar disintegrated into a pile of dust. Not only that, the shockwave of the punch continued forward, causing another stone pillar to explode into fragments two meters away. "This should be more than six thousand pounds of force," Lin Feng said with satisfaction. His strength had returned to its peak, and with the improvement of his technique, his Nine Wave Fist had broken through to the sixth wave, enabling him to deliver six thousand pounds of power at his current level, the Fifth Stage of Qi Martial Realm. "It looks like the Dark Martial Soul not only enhances my vision and hearing but also increases my training speed and comprehension." Lin Feng smiled slightly. In the past, he had been mocked as a waste because his cultivation had been slow, and his comprehension of martial techniques was poor. While others his age had reached the Sixth Stage of Qi Martial Realm, he had only managed to reach the Fifth Stage. His understanding of martial arts was also lacking, and he had been stuck on the Fifth Wave of the Nine Wave Fist for years. Now, with the birth of the Dark Martial Soul, it seemed that those worries were no longer an issue. The Martial Soul that could improve all aspects of his martial abilities¡ªthis Dark Martial Soul wasn¡¯t an ordinary one. Breakthrough
"Xiaofeng." A voice rang out, and a middle-aged man appeared in the courtyard. The man was tall and exuded a strong presence, bearing a resemblance to Lin Feng. "Father." This person was none other than Lin Hai, the head of the Lin family and Lin Feng''s father. The fusion of their souls allowed Lin Feng to inherit the thoughts and memories of both individuals, making it natural for him to call the man "Father." "Xiaofeng, you... you''re okay!" Lin Hai''s face trembled with emotion. When Lin Feng was brought back to the Lin family, he was on the verge of death, in a coma, and Lin Hai had already lost hope. He had even started preparing for Lin Feng''s burial. Yet now, before him stood a living son. How could he not be happy? "Yes, Father, I''m fully recovered." Lin Feng smiled gently at his father, feeling a warmth he had not experienced in his previous life. After his grandfather passed away, Lin Feng had faced the cold and indifferent world alone. He had never enjoyed such warmth. "Good, good." Lin Hai patted Lin Feng''s shoulder heavily. His eyes glinted as he glanced at the stone pillars reduced to rubble. The people in his family were waiting for his downfall to seize the position of family head, but now, Lin Feng had recovered so quickly. Those scheming relatives must be bitterly disappointed. At that moment, a cold, oppressive aura suddenly radiated from Lin Hai¡¯s body, making Lin Feng feel like his body was freezing. "Father is truly a powerhouse at the ¡®Lingwu Realm¡¯," Lin Feng thought. Just the aura alone could freeze weaker martial artists. In the martial world, the first realm is known as the ¡°Qiwu Realm,¡± where one absorbs ¡°yuanqi,¡± or natural energy, to refine their body and cultivate their martial soul. Only once true qi is formed can a person advance to the ¡°Lingwu Realm,¡± gaining the ability to perform powerful techniques and truly become formidable. Lin Hai was a powerful martial artist at the Lingwu Realm. "Xiaofeng, who did this?" Lin Hai''s expression darkened. When Lin Feng was brought back, it was clear that someone had wanted him dead. In fact, they had succeeded in killing the previous "Lin Feng." "Father, leave this matter to me." Lin Feng did not tell his father that it was his third uncle, Lin Heng, who had caused his injuries. Within the Lin family, his third uncle and eldest uncle had secretly formed an alliance to seize the position of family head. Both were not weaker than Lin Hai in terms of strength and influence. Furthermore, Lin Heng was a promising disciple in a mid-tier sect of the Yunhai Sect, making him audacious enough to harm Lin Feng. This was a grudge Lin Feng had to avenge on his own. In the martial way, there is no room for hesitation or weakness. Any lingering emotional baggage could hinder a martial artist''s growth. Lin Hai looked at his son in surprise. Gone was the old, weak Lin Feng; instead, he saw a determined young man. It seemed that this disaster had turned into an opportunity for Lin Feng. Lin Hai nodded in approval and said, "Tomorrow, come with me to the family assembly. I want to see how they plan to dethrone me."
That night, the surroundings were quiet. In the Lin family''s Purple Bamboo Forest, Lin Feng sat cross-legged, with a dark, shadowy figure hovering behind him. This shadow was his newly awakened martial soul, the "Dark Martial Soul," blending almost entirely with the night. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Through his training, Lin Feng discovered that his cultivation speed had increased fivefold when using the Dark Martial Soul. Ignoring the fatigue, he continued to harness the power of the martial soul. After all, fate had given him a second chance, and he planned to make the most of it. In the Nine Heavens Continent, only the strong are respected and revered. The strong command the forces of nature and can move mountains. A faint, milky white glow enveloped Lin Feng''s body, like a firefly in the dark. This was the ¡°yuanqi¡± (natural energy) gathering around him, a sign of his exceptional talent. Martial artists with extraordinary talent cultivated quickly, and the energy around them would form a visible aura. At this moment, Lin Feng''s breathing was calm and steady. His face was serene and peaceful. Inside his body, the yuanqi flowed through his veins, nourishing his muscles and bones. After some time, a burst of light flickered, and Lin Feng''s body seemed to turn into a bottomless pit, instantly absorbing all the surrounding milky white energy into his body. It was completely absorbed. Opening his eyes, a flash of brilliance passed across his gaze like a fleeting streak of light. Lin Feng stood up with a smile on his face. He had broken through. One night, one level ¡ª he had reached the Sixth Level of the Qiwu Realm. However, Lin Feng wasn''t satisfied. From his memories, he knew that the Qiwu Realm had nine levels. It was just the beginning for a martial artist. The real peerless warriors could fly freely in the sky, something Lin Feng had once thought belonged to the gods. With this thought in mind, Lin Feng began to swing his fists. The wind from his punches howled through the air, causing the bamboo to explode instantly. Each strike was like a crashing wave, obliterating everything in its path. The Qiwu Realm was divided into nine levels, and every time a level was attained, a martial artist''s strength increased by a thousand jin (a Chinese weight unit, roughly 0.5kg per jin). Lin Feng had now reached the Sixth Level, giving him the strength of 6,000 jin. If he used his martial technique, the "Nine Waves," which he had trained to the Sixth Level, he could unleash a force of 6,500 jin. But Lin Feng felt this wasn''t enough. If he could advance the "Nine Waves" technique to the Seventh Stage, he would be able to wield 7,000 jin of power, comparable to the strength of a martial artist at the Seventh Level of the Qiwu Realm. Six thousand jin of power was immense, and the weak bamboo splintered under his strikes. The space around him seemed to be bombarded by waves of force, leaving behind only the howling wind and the shattered bamboo. At that moment, Lin Feng noticed something strange. A curved bamboo, which should have shattered under his blow, instead rebounded and fell back. His eyes narrowed, and he slowed his punches. "The Nine Waves technique was inspired by the crashing waves of the sea," Lin Feng thought. "Each wave is stronger than the last, powerful and domineering. But, like the sea, it should also have a gentle side. Only by combining hardness and softness can one move forward without hindrance." Suddenly, Lin Feng''s punches became more fluid, no longer just forceful but incorporating both softness and strength. "Ha!" Lin Feng shouted as he unleashed another punch. ¡°Boom, boom, boom¡­¡± The sounds of explosions rang out, first six, then seven, then eight. Each punch made the bamboo explode into powder. "Eight Waves Stage... so powerful." Lin Feng looked ahead, seeing the vacuum of space where his punches had passed. He took a deep breath and stopped his punches, having grasped the essence of the Nine Waves. Incredibly, he had broken through two stages at once, reaching the Eighth Wave. The further a technique progresses, the harder it is to train, and few martial artists at the Qiwu Realm''s Eighth Level could master the Eighth Wave. Yet Lin Feng had achieved this. "Now, I should have around 7,500 jin of strength," Lin Feng thought with satisfaction. "Once I master the perfect balance of hardness and softness, I will have fully mastered the Nine Waves technique." In the past, Lin Feng had been unable to defeat even ordinary martial artists at the Fifth Level of the Qiwu Realm. He had been looked down upon. Yet now, just one day after arriving in this world, he already possessed the strength to fight martial artists at the Seventh Level, a leap of two small realms. The Overbearing "Did you hear? This family meeting is different¡ªboth the eldest and third uncles are back, and even the elder is here. Seems like they''re all targeting the family head." "Heh, though the patriarch is strong, his useless son might already be dead. The people from the Yunhai Sect personally returned his body¡ªwhat a disgrace to our Lin family. The eldest has always been dissatisfied with the patriarch, and this time, he won''t let it slide. The Lin family might be changing hands soon." Along the way, Lin family members whispered among themselves, and it seemed that everyone knew this family meeting would be anything but ordinary. At this moment, Lin Feng and Lin Hai were also on their way to the central arena. Upon seeing Lin Feng unharmed, many people''s eyes flashed with confusion, some even thinking to themselves, How is it that this useless one didn¡¯t die? But due to Lin Hai¡¯s intimidating presence, most dared not voice their thoughts. "This useless one really is lucky, still alive..." A harsh voice broke the silence, causing many people to pause, their eyes turning toward the source of the sound¡ªa group of people walked toward them with imposing airs. The speaker was a young man¡ªLin Yun, the son of Lin Hai¡¯s third brother, Lin Haoran. Both Lin Yun and Lin Feng were fifteen years old, but Lin Yun was already at the sixth level of the Qi Martial Realm. "Ah, it¡¯s Lin Yun. No wonder he¡¯s bold enough to speak like this." The crowd realized that with both Lin Haoran and the eldest uncle, Lin Baodao, walking together, trouble was definitely in the air. "Say it again," Lin Hai''s cold gaze flicked toward Lin Yun, causing Lin Yun to wince slightly, unable to meet Lin Hai''s eyes. "Second Brother, your position as patriarch seems to be getting more and more unworthy. Even your juniors are being bullied now," Lin Haoran sneered, his voice indifferent. "Hmph. As the patriarch, I have every right to correct this behavior," Lin Hai responded coldly. "You¡¯re really full of yourself, Second Brother," Lin Haoran¡¯s voice turned sharp, "Your useless son was dragged back by the Yunhai Sect, a disgrace to the Lin family. Shouldn¡¯t we be allowed to speak about this?" "Are you saying I won¡¯t be patriarch for much longer, Lin Haoran?" Lin Hai¡¯s aura surged with coldness, his presence freezing the air. Lin Yun, standing beside Lin Haoran, felt the sudden drop in temperature, retreating behind his father in fear. "Who decides that? The elders will decide who is qualified, not you, Lin Hai," Lin Haoran''s expression darkened, not expecting Lin Hai to react so strongly. "So you admit it then? Fine, I¡¯m still the patriarch," Lin Hai continued, his voice turning more intense. "Your son cursed my son to death in front of me. What punishment should he receive?" The chilling air around Lin Hai grew even colder, as if the temperature in the space had dropped to freezing. The crowd could feel the oppressive force radiating from Lin Hai, realizing the patriarch had no intention of backing down. "Patriarch Lin Hai really is something," murmured a few onlookers, who had expected him to passively respond, but now saw him taking the offensive. Lin Haoran sneered, "Lin Hai, do you really think I¡¯m afraid of you?" He had prepared for this moment, and his voice was accompanied by a surge of hot energy, countering the ice with fiery intensity. "Father has the Ice Soul Martial Spirit and specializes in ice-based magic, while Lin Haoran¡¯s Fire Soul Martial Spirit is focused on fire magic. Water restrains fire. Even though their cultivation levels are similar, Lin Haoran won¡¯t be able to stand up to my father," Lin Feng thought, his eyes moving to Lin Baodao. Lin Baodao, the eldest, wore a sinister smile as he spoke, "Second Brother, the family meeting is about to start. Do you think you can ignore the Elder Council?" In the Lin family, the Elder Council held the highest authority and existed to restrain the patriarch. Lin Baodao¡¯s words were meant to suppress Lin Hai, suggesting that he was trying to force Lin Hai to relinquish his position. "Hmph," Lin Hai responded disdainfully, sweeping a cold glance at Lin Haoran. He then took a step back and began walking away with Lin Feng. Lin Haoran noticed Lin Hai¡¯s indifference and shot him a murderous look, thinking to himself that Lin Feng had been lucky this time¡ªhe would make sure the boy didn''t survive next time. Lin Haoran''s son, Lin Heng, was a distinguished disciple of the Yunhai Sect, destined to become an advanced disciple, and even a core disciple in the future. With Lin Heng¡¯s rising status, Lin Haoran would naturally rise too, making it impossible for Lin Hai to compete. Similarly, Lin Baodao¡¯s daughter, Lin Qian, was a talented disciple of the Haoyue Sect, a sect with a promising future. Together, these two were positioning themselves to take over the Lin family, while Lin Hai was fighting against the tide. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.The grand arena was packed with over four hundred Lin family members. At the center of the arena stood a high stone platform, where the family¡¯s leaders gathered. "Elders," Lin Haoran stood and addressed the council, "A few days ago, the people from Yunhai Sect visited us, which should have been an honor. However, they returned our son¡ªhalf-dead and useless¡ªbringing disgrace to our Lin family. I propose that we expel Lin Feng from the family, for he is unworthy of being a Lin family descendant." Lin Haoran boldly launched his attack, presenting his case directly to the Elders. "You¡¯re being straightforward, but I¡¯m still the patriarch here," Lin Hai responded sharply. "Until I give my order, when did it become your place to give commands? Return to your seat." Lin Hai, fully aware of Lin Haoran¡¯s intentions, acted decisively, wanting to see how they would try to expel his son from the family and usurp his position. "You¡¯re out of line, Lin Hai. The third uncle has the right to speak on behalf of the family. Your useless son is a disgrace to the Lin family," Lin Baodao chimed in, attacking Lin Hai. "I¡¯ll handle my son, thank you very much," Lin Hai retorted. "This is a family matter, not yours to decide. Lin Baodao, you¡¯ve always been eyeing my position, haven¡¯t you? Fine. Let¡¯s settle this with a fight. If you win, I¡¯ll leave with my son. If you lose... keep your mouth shut!" Lin Hai stepped forward, his aura exploding with power as he directed his icy gaze at Lin Baodao. The challenge was clear: fight or be silenced. Lin Feng watched his father act with unprecedented strength, feeling a sense of clarity. In the martial world, power was the only thing that earned respect. It was clear that his father wanted to use his strength to shut down any opposition. "I¡¯m not afraid of you," Lin Baodao sneered, rising to his feet, prepared to face Lin Hai in battle. The Elders remained silent, watching eagerly to see how the situation would unfold. They knew that if Lin Hai couldn¡¯t defeat Lin Baodao, with his weak son, his claim to the patriarch¡¯s seat would soon be in jeopardy. "I¡¯ll show you just how arrogant you can be," Lin Baodao scoffed, but just as he was about to unleash his Martial Soul, Lin Hai¡¯s icy presence exploded, immediately covering the high platform in a thick layer of ice. The air grew frigid as Lin Hai used his Ice Soul Martial Spirit, freezing everything in his path. "Thousand Miles of Ice," Lin Hai¡¯s voice rang out, and the cold spread, instantly encasing the entire arena in ice. Lin Baodao was sealed in a block of ice, unable to react in time. "Boom!" The ice shattered with a loud crack, and Lin Baodao was thrown backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the ground. The Elders stood up in shock, witnessing the overwhelming power of Lin Hai¡¯s Ice Soul Martial Spirit. Lin Baodao was no match for him, unable to even put up a fight. "Thousand Miles of Ice, Lin Hai¡¯s technique has reached the eighth level!" The Elder¡¯s eyes flashed with astonishment. The Lin family members watched in stunned silence, their faces filled with awe. They had never seen Lin Hai so overbearing, more so than even Lin Baodao. Lin Baodao spat more blood, his gaze dark with hatred, but Lin Hai showed no sign of concern. He knew that Lin Feng¡¯s injuries had something to do with his two brothers, and since they had tried to kill his son, there was no need for him to hold back anymore. "Let¡¯s continue with the family meeting," Lin Hai said coldly, waving his sleeve as he returned to his seat. It was as if nothing had happened. The Grand Elder smiled faintly, "Lin Hai, you have set an example for the family. I¡¯m sure all the young members of the Lin family will be motivated to improve." "Since that¡¯s the case, I¡¯ll take my leave," Lin Hai said, rising with Lin Feng. Lin Haoran, seeing his plan fail, growled, "We¡¯ll see how long you can protect that useless son." "Yes, he¡¯s a disgrace to the Lin family," Lin Yun added, but when Lin Hai¡¯s gaze turned to him, he quickly shut up. "Feng, let¡¯s go," Lin Hai called, but Lin Feng stopped and turned to face Lin Yun. The crowd fell silent, unsure of what he was going to do. Lin Hai watched in surprise as his son walked toward Lin Yun. Lin Feng paused just in front of him and spoke coldly, "Lin Yun, you keep calling me useless. But let me ask you this: What will you do if one day you find that you¡¯re the one who¡¯s more useless?" "Are you dreaming?" Lin Yun scoffed, not expecting Lin Feng, the so-called useless one, to speak like this. Lin Feng¡¯s eyes gleamed, and he smiled lightly, "Lin Yun, I, Lin Feng, hereby challenge you." not be ordinary As Lin Feng¡¯s words fell, the entire training arena suddenly became silent. Lin Feng, voluntarily challenging Lin Yun? Even Lin Hai was stunned, looking at his son in surprise. As for the Elders who had risen to leave, they all sat back down, intrigued by what was unfolding. Lin Haoran sneered coldly, a wave of anger brewing in his chest. He hadn¡¯t expected this so-called useless son to actively challenge his own son, Lin Yun. "Lin Yun, accept his challenge," Lin Haoran¡¯s eyes fell on his son, signaling him with a meaningful glance. Lin Yun looked at Lin Feng, feeling insulted. Among the younger generation of the family, his talent could only be considered average. However, he found a sense of pride when it came to Lin Feng, whom he enjoyed mocking. Yet now, this waste of a son, Lin Feng, was challenging him, which left Lin Yun feeling utterly humiliated. "If you can take three of my moves, I won¡¯t strike again," Lin Yun stepped forward, intending to defeat Lin Feng using the most brutal methods, showing him just how useless he truly was. "You can take one of my punches, and I¡¯ll consider myself defeated," Lin Feng shook his head and spoke indifferently, his tone so calm that it caused Lin Yun¡¯s face to darken in anger, as though he truly couldn¡¯t take a single punch from Lin Feng. The crowd was also stunned, speechless at Lin Feng¡¯s audacity. Has he lost his mind? they thought, unable to comprehend his words. "A waste is still a waste. No matter how beautiful the words of a useless person, they are still useless. Only someone like you would speak such nonsense," Lin Yun mocked. Lin Feng smiled faintly. Nonsense? I think I only said one thing. "I¡¯ll make my move now." Lin Feng said, unwilling to waste any more words. With that, his body moved forward, and his fist slowly raised before swinging directly at Lin Yun. "One punch?" Lin Yun¡¯s eyes flashed with a cruel gleam, but instead of retreating, he threw his own punch, eager to show Lin Feng just how great the difference between them was. The air suddenly trembled as a mighty wave of energy surged around Lin Feng¡¯s fist. The sound of wind whipping through the air echoed as the pressure intensified, and the crowd watched in awe as the force surged forward. Martial Technique: Nine-Tiered Wave! Lin Yun¡¯s expression shifted instantly. He could feel the overwhelming force behind Lin Feng¡¯s strike, and it was already too late to retreat. The two fists collided, and Lin Yun immediately felt the vicious waves of power flow through his own arm, each wave stronger than the last, without end. Boom! A muffled grunt escaped Lin Yun¡¯s mouth as his body was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground, leaving the entire crowd frozen in shock. This scene was eerily similar to the previous battle between Lin Hai and Lin Baodao¡ªLin Yun was sent flying with no resistance whatsoever, struck by a single punch. Lin Haoran stood up abruptly, staring in disbelief at the fallen Lin Yun. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. How is this possible? How is this possible? Lin Yun¡¯s gaze was dazed, unable to accept the harsh reality. The crowd, hearing Lin Yun¡¯s cries, suddenly recalled Lin Feng¡¯s earlier words: ¡°You keep calling me useless. But let me ask you this: What will you do if one day you discover that you¡¯re the one who¡¯s more useless?¡± The scene before them now was undeniable proof of the defiant words spoken by the young man. "Is this really the waste of the Lin family?" The crowd thought, looking at Lin Feng. To send Lin Yun flying with one punch, Lin Feng must have at least six thousand pounds of strength, if not more. "You always call me useless. Now, you can¡¯t even take one punch from me. So, what does that make you?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Yun, his gaze cold and filled with mockery. "And you," he continued, turning to Lin Haoran, "as an elder, you constantly call me a waste. Now that your son was defeated by my one punch, do you still call me a waste, or are you calling your own son a waste?" Lin Feng lifted his head and glanced at Lin Haoran. "It¡¯s just the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm. Do you really think that¡¯s enough to show off here?" Lin Haoran¡¯s face turned dark with rage as he was publicly reprimanded by a junior. "I¡¯m not showing off. I¡¯m simply returning what you and your son gave me," Lin Feng said coldly, before turning and leaving. "Those who insult others are always bound to be insulted in return." "Those who insult others are always bound to be insulted in return!" Lin Hai murmured, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes. My son has truly changed; he could even speak such philosophical words now. ¡­ Back in his room, Lin Feng resumed his training. Defeating Lin Yun, who was at the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, wasn¡¯t something to be proud of. He still had Lin Heng to deal with, who was far more gifted and stronger at the Eighth Layer. Moreover, the children of Lin Baodao had far superior talents, especially Lin Baodao¡¯s daughter, Lin Qian, who was said to have reached the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm. The family¡¯s year-end gathering was only three months away, and that meant that all the family disciples training in the sect would return. If Lin Feng didn¡¯t improve his cultivation quickly, the next time, he might be the one to suffer the humiliation. Time passed quickly for cultivators; they could survive without food for several days thanks to the energy of the heavens and earth, which was pure and nourishing. Ten days later, Lin Feng left his room, taking a long breath. In that time, he had reached the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, just a breath away from the Seventh Layer. He walked to his father Lin Hai¡¯s room. "Little Feng, why can¡¯t you just cultivate at home? Why must you return to the sect?" Lin Hai was worried, remembering the events from before. "Father, some things can¡¯t be avoided. If I hide in the house and rely on your protection, how can I grow and become a powerful martial artist?" Lin Feng¡¯s eyes showed determination. The sect¡¯s strength was far beyond the Lin family¡¯s, with advanced martial arts and techniques. Moreover, the fierce competition there would help him grow faster. Only in the sect could he cultivate to his fullest potential. Seeing the firmness in his son¡¯s eyes, Lin Hai sighed inwardly. My son has really grown up. You¡¯re right. Staying at home under my protection would only make you weak. But as a father, it¡¯s hard to let go. "Since you insist on going, I won¡¯t stop you. But please be careful." Lin Hai finally relented. "Don¡¯t worry, Father. I¡¯ll train hard and one day, I¡¯ll crush them all beneath my feet," Lin Feng said, filled with confidence. With his Dark Martial Soul, he could train far faster than most people, and his ability to comprehend was extraordinary. Combined with his unwavering heart, he was certain he wouldn¡¯t fall behind the so-called geniuses. Lin Feng didn¡¯t bring much with him¡ªjust a swift steed, a bag of provisions, and some silver. "Father, I¡¯m leaving," Lin Feng said as he looked at his father one last time, standing outside Yangzhou City. "Mm, be careful," Lin Hai nodded. With that, Lin Feng mounted his horse, and with a swift gallop, he disappeared into the distance. The vast world stretched endlessly before him. Riding his horse, Lin Feng felt a surge of excitement and ambition rise within him. In his previous life, he had loved martial arts, yearning to be a hero, riding across the land with a sword. Now, in this life, he had the chance to live that dream. One man, one steed, free to roam the world. A flask of wine, a song, and a life of boundless glory! Heroes wielding their swords across the world, their blood staining the skies! This life would not be ordinary. It was destined to be legendary! Sword Drawing Technique
The Yunhai Sect was located tens of thousands of miles away from Yangzhou City. Even though the steed Qianli Xue could travel a thousand miles a day, Lin Feng still took ten days to arrive. However, Lin Feng did not waste this time. Riding across the vast wilderness, the blood-pumping excitement of his journey stirred something within him. Unknowingly, his mindset broke through and he successfully entered the Qi Martial Realm 7th Layer. This was a natural progression for him. Additionally, his martial skill Nine Waves of the Martial Art had been cultivated to its final stage, Nine Waves in One Strike! Now, Lin Feng possessed nearly 8,500 jin of strength, an incredibly formidable power. The Yunhai Sect was located on the main peak of the Yunhai Mountain Range, called Yunhai Peak. While Yunhai Peak was not the highest mountain in the range, it was vast, and from the sky, it appeared like a city surrounded by eight towering mountain peaks. The Feng Shui was excellent, and in the Jiuxiao Continent, Feng Shui directly equated to fortune. "Stop. Dismount and proceed on foot," two disciple guards at the foot of the mountain ordered coldly. Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and pointed to the figure riding up the mountain in front of him. "Why don''t I see you stop him?" "Hmph," one of the guards sneered. "Who do you think you are, comparing yourself to others? You''re just a useless fool who almost got beaten to death." It was clear now that it was due to his status and strength. Lin Feng smiled. The mountain guards of the Yunhai Sect were essentially no different from him¡ªthey were low-level disciples, and if any guests came, they would notify the sect. They had no real authority to stop anyone, especially other sect disciples riding in. "Weaklings deserve to be bullied," Lin Feng sneered, not dismounting. Instead, he flicked the reins and Qianli Xue galloped forward. "You worthless fool, you dare!" The two disciples shouted simultaneously and tried to stop him, but Lin Feng¡¯s fists struck out, sending a surge of power that violently blasted them away. "If this happens again, I''ll cripple your cultivation," Lin Feng warned, his voice cold as he rode past them. The two guards picked themselves up, shocked by the power Lin Feng had displayed. They exchanged a wry smile. Even the so-called "useless" Lin Feng was stronger than them, no wonder they were just guards. At the Yunhai Sect, most disciples around fifteen or sixteen years old were at the Qi Martial Realm 6th or 7th Layer, which was considered average. Reaching the 8th Layer was considered excellent, while those who reached the Spirit Martial Realm at such a young age were seen as true geniuses, getting the sect¡¯s special attention. In contrast, those who were still stuck at the Qi Martial Realm 5th Layer at fifteen were considered to have poor talent and were the worst in the sect. Lin Feng had earned the reputation of a "waste" due to this, and others frequently mocked him. Soon, news of Lin Feng¡¯s return spread among the outer disciples of the Yunhai Sect. As a "waste," he had become somewhat famous within the sect. As Lin Feng walked through the sect, the murmurs and cold gazes followed him, but he paid them no attention and continued toward the sect¡¯s library tower. The library tower housed the sect¡¯s collection of martial arts techniques and spells. Disciples frequently visited the tower, and today was no exception. "Lin Feng." A voice called out. Lin Feng stopped and turned to see a young man with a cold expression. "You really are lucky, still alive after everything." The young man was none other than Lin Heng, the eldest son of Lin Haoran, who had once wanted Lin Feng dead. Lin Feng glanced at Lin Heng, a cold smile appearing on his face. Qi Martial Realm 8th Layer? With his own Qi Martial Realm 7th Layer and Nine Waves, he was more than a match for Lin Heng. As long as he learned one or two more martial arts skills, he was confident he could defeat him. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Without bothering to reply to Lin Heng, Lin Feng walked directly into the library tower. He wanted to increase his strength before seeking revenge. "Next time, I¡¯ll make sure you die, and you won¡¯t even have a chance to escape," Lin Heng said coldly, eyes flashing with murderous intent. At the entrance of the library tower, there was an elder casually sitting, his eyes half-lidded. "Senior," Lin Feng greeted with a slight bow. Although the elder appeared ordinary, the fact that he was the sole guardian of such an important place as the library tower indicated that he was far from simple. Lin Feng, having lived two lives, could tell there was more to this elder than met the eye. The elder¡¯s lazy gaze sharpened slightly as he looked Lin Feng over before nodding in acknowledgment. "You¡¯re at the 7th Layer of Qi Martial Realm, so you can only choose techniques on the first floor. You may select up to two." "I understand," Lin Feng replied. The library tower was divided into three floors. Disciples at the Qi Martial Realm level could only select from the first floor, which contained martial arts techniques at the yellow-grade. However, the quantity was vast, and it was the foundation of the sect, with much more depth than his Lin family could ever offer. For now, Lin Feng didn¡¯t need any spells, so he focused on the martial techniques section. "Seven Killing Fist¡ªSeven kills in one strike. Suitable for those with a strong body and martial soul." "Typhoon Slash¡ªHarnessing the power of wind, it creates wind blades for attacking. Suitable for those with wind-type martial souls." "Wild Bull Technique¡ªA yellow-grade superior technique, suitable for those with beast-type martial souls." Lin Feng flipped through the martial techniques but passed over most of them. His martial soul was the Dark Martial Soul, which enhanced all of his physical attributes, including his comprehension ability. This meant that there were no limits for him¡ªhe could learn any martial technique, which made the Dark Martial Soul terrifying. Therefore, he was looking for powerful techniques. "Clear Wind Sword Art¡ªA sword technique like the breeze, light and flowing, capable of penetrating any defense. Suitable for those with sword-type martial souls." Lin Feng paused for a moment. He had always admired the idea of being a swordsman, traveling the world with sword in hand. However, this Clear Wind Sword Art didn¡¯t seem to match the style he was looking for. "Blade Drawing Technique¡ªDraw the sword like thunder, one strike to kill. Suitable for those with sword-type martial souls." "Blade Drawing Technique," Lin Feng muttered, his footsteps halting. This technique seemed different from other sword arts. Swordsmanship usually emphasized the speed of drawing the sword, as drawing too slowly would create a fatal delay in striking. However, Blade Drawing was focused on a single, decisive strike¡ªdrawing the blade and killing. If the sword didn¡¯t hit its target, it meant failure. Moreover, unlike other martial techniques, Blade Drawing didn¡¯t have multiple stages; it was simply one action¡ªdrawing the sword and killing. The key was to do it perfectly, one strike, one kill. "This is the one," Lin Feng decided, taking the Blade Drawing Technique and preparing to look for a light-body technique. After all, he couldn¡¯t rely on a single strike every time. If he failed, having a good evasive technique would give him time to recover and escape. And, of course, every person on Earth secretly dreams of walking on air and leaping from rooftop to rooftop! Lin Feng then chose a body technique called Flickering Light Shadow, which, at its highest level, allowed the user to move like a flickering shadow, unseen by the eye. With his haul in hand, Lin Feng went to the elder to register the two techniques. "Blade Drawing Technique," the elder murmured, his voice low. "This is the first time this technique has been selected. You need to understand¡ªothers will already have drawn their swords when you begin. Your speed must surpass theirs, or you will fail. This technique is extremely powerful when mastered, but it¡¯s demanding. Only if you can strike faster than anyone else will it guarantee one strike, one kill." "I understand," Lin Feng replied. He knew the elder was warning him that if he couldn¡¯t draw his sword quickly enough, the Blade Drawing Technique would backfire and put him in danger. "You understand, good. The Flickering Light Shadow is a great technique for improving speed and movement," the elder added, not saying much more. He quickly registered the techniques, reminding Lin Feng that the techniques must be returned within a month to avoid affecting other disciples. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior," Lin Feng said politely. The elder smiled and nodded. "This soft sword is usually worn as a belt. It¡¯s of no use to me, so take it. Practice well." "Don¡¯t thank me, I¡¯m not one for praise. Now, go train," the elder said, waving his hand. Lin Feng scratched his head, his thanks lingering in his heart. With the Blade Drawing Technique and a soft sword that could be worn on his waist, his chances of delivering a surprise strike, a single kill, had greatly improved. With a smile and a nod to the elder, Lin Feng left the library tower. "It''s been a long time since I''ve met such an interesting young man," the elder murmured to himself before returning to his casual demeanor. The current generation of young people was to Has lost all manners They are getting more and more impetuous and have long forgotten the basic etiquette. Arrow Martial Soul
The main peak of Yunhai Sect is surrounded by eight towering mountains, and it is connected to these mountains. Yunhai Sect disciples can explore these peaks to find secluded places for focused cultivation. After all, the eight peaks are vast and high, making it easy to find a quiet place to train. At this moment, on a cliffside, there is a wide, suspended space in the air, with a vast sea of clouds stretching below, creating a peaceful and awe-inspiring sight. However, Lin Feng is not in the mood to appreciate the view. Sweat pours from him as he repeatedly practices a single move: drawing his sword. ¡°Crack!¡± Another loud explosion rings out, and the rocks on the cliff shatter. A slender sword mark embeds itself into the cliffside, the trace of Lin Feng''s "Sword Drawing Technique." He has been practicing here for seven days, leaving deep sword scars of varying lengths across the cliff face in a random pattern. The Sword Drawing Technique focuses on two things: speed, extreme speed, and power. At the moment of drawing the sword, it explodes with unmatched force. As for the trajectory or angle of the strike, it is entirely free-form. There is only one strike, and if there were a fixed form, it would be easy for the opponent to anticipate. The Sword Drawing Technique doesn¡¯t rely on any set sword form. Lin Feng ignores the sweat on his body, continuing to repeat the movement. Gaining strength is not something that happens overnight. Only through persistence and a tenacious will can one become a true martial arts master. Lin Feng always remembers this from his past life¡ªthis world is filled with both passion and danger. Without power, one could be killed, just as he once was. After a long time, the dark phantom behind him fades, and his mind becomes slightly disoriented. He finally stops his sword-drawing practice and retracts his martial soul. The martial soul is the soul of a warrior, and constant use is highly taxing on the mind. He sheathes his soft sword into its jeweled, beast-skin scabbard and begins practicing a movement technique. His figure flickers, moving like a shadow in the wind, as he practices the swift technique of "Floating Light and Shadow." As the sun gradually sets, Lin Feng rests against the cliff, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds below, a bright smile on his face. From this high peak, the view is breathtaking. ¡°It¡¯s time to find a cave for cultivation,¡± Lin Feng thinks as he gets up and heads toward the mountain. Not long after, he finds several caves, but they are all occupied. Just then, he arrives at a mountain stream and looks ahead. His gaze sharpens. ¡°A line of sky!¡± Ahead, a tall peak seems to have been split by a sword, leaving a narrow path in the middle wide enough for two people to pass. From afar, it looks like a thin line. "I wonder what¡¯s inside?" Lin Feng¡¯s heart stirs as he moves toward this "Line of Sky." The water in the stream seems to flow from beneath this narrow path. At a distance, two low-ranking outer disciples spot Lin Feng entering the Line of Sky and sneer. "This fool¡¯s in for trouble. Does he not know this is Sister Liu Fei¡¯s territory?" "Liu Fei is much stronger than us, ranking among the top in the low-level outer disciples. You should be calling her ¡®Senior Sister.¡¯" While the two whisper, Lin Feng has already walked into the Line of Sky. As he moves forward, he suddenly finds that the narrow path opens up into a hidden space. To his surprise, it is vast and expansive, with a large lake on the left side. Steam rises from the lake, revealing a natural hot spring. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "This is a great place. Perfect for a bath," Lin Feng mutters. His clothes, drenched in sweat, cling to his skin, making him uncomfortable. He quickly removes his top and jumps into the hot spring. "So comfortable," Lin Feng sighs in pleasure. But just then, a rustling sound comes from the other side of the lake, and suddenly a long, smooth strand of hair emerges from the water. Lin Feng is taken aback, and soon he sees a beautiful face. The young girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, extraordinarily beautiful, with flawless skin¡ªsomething common in this world due to the benefits of martial arts cultivation. However, the girl''s eyes are anything but friendly. Flames of anger burn in her gaze. It is Liu Fei, who has been cultivating and enhancing her inner energy in the hot spring. She had not expected a sect disciple to shamelessly show up in her bathing and cultivation spot. "Sorry, I didn¡¯t know anyone was here," Lin Feng says apologetically, quickly standing up and leaving. He recognizes Liu Fei as the most beautiful outer disciple in the sect. However, Liu Fei¡¯s expression doesn¡¯t soften. Did he really not know? In this mountain range, every disciple of Yunhai Sect knows that the Line of Sky is her personal cultivation place. This thief must have done it intentionally to tease her. Lin Feng truly didn''t know. In his past life, he was weak and timid, never having trained in this area of the mountain. Although Liu Fei is exceptionally beautiful, Lin Feng merely feels a fleeting stir in his heart, not thinking much of it. He quickly puts his clothes back on and leaves. ¡°You think you can just leave?¡± A cold voice rings out as Lin Feng is about to exit the Line of Sky. Turning around, he sees Liu Fei, her hands holding a bow, an arrow aimed directly at him. ¡°What do you want?¡± Lin Feng frowns. He hasn¡¯t done anything inappropriate, and he has already apologized. This must be a misunderstanding. Without answering, Liu Fei draws her bow with elegant grace, pulls an arrow, and fires. The arrow whistles through the air with a deadly force, aimed directly at Lin Feng. ¡°Impressive.¡± Lin Feng¡¯s eyes flicker as he senses the tremendous power of the arrow. Without hesitation, he releases the Ninth Wave technique, causing a powerful surge of energy to collide with the arrow. The arrow shudders but only slows slightly before continuing its deadly flight toward Lin Feng. ¡°You want to kill me?¡± Lin Feng¡¯s voice turns angry. The arrow contains a force of at least seven thousand pounds, and if it were the old Lin Feng, he would have been down already. "So what if I do?" Another arrow is quickly nocked, and a phantom arrow materializes behind Liu Fei. The golden arrow locks onto Lin Feng¡¯s energy signature. Lin Feng¡¯s heart skips a beat as a cold shiver runs down his spine. This phantom arrow can lock onto his very essence¡ªan ability unique to the Arrow Martial Soul. ¡°Whummm...¡± The bowstring trembles, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom arrow is released. ¡°Floating Light and Shadow, Extreme Speed, Ninth Wave!¡± Lin Feng¡¯s body retreats ten meters as the powerful waves push against the incoming arrow. However, the arrow¡¯s speed remains relentless, and despite his efforts, the attack continues to close in on him. Liu Fei¡¯s arrow is far stronger than Lin Feng anticipated. As one of the top disciples in the low-ranking outer sect, and with her Arrow Martial Soul, the power behind this arrow exceeds nine thousand pounds. Even with his Ninth Wave, Lin Feng cannot stop it. Lin Feng¡¯s body is forced onto his back, but the arrow changes direction in midair, as though it possesses a life of its own, and continues its pursuit. ¡°Damn!¡± Lin Feng roars. A brilliant flash of white light bursts forth, and in an instant, the arrow is cleaved in two, while Lin Feng vanishes into the distance with incredible speed. "Was that a sword technique?" Liu Fei mutters to herself before quickly chasing after him. Not far from the Line of Sky, the two disciples who had been watching the drama are stunned when they see Lin Feng escape so quickly. "Liu Fei didn¡¯t finish him off?" "Maybe Liu Fei just didn¡¯t want to bother with him." Meanwhile, Liu Fei steps out of the Line of Sky, her alluring figure causing the two disciples to gulp. They quickly hide and only peek out, savoring the rare view. Liu Fei¡¯s beauty and strength have attracted numerous male suitors, some of whom are powerful inner sect disciples, and they certainly don''t want to anger any of them by spying on her like this.
Black wind Mountain Range
Lin Feng arrived at an open space, a chill running through his heart. This was a world where strength reigned supreme. Life was as insignificant as grass; if you were strong enough, you could kill anyone at will. He had simply entered the "One Line Sky" by accident, just taking a quick look before turning away, yet Liu Fei wanted to kill him. Even though they were both disciples of the same sect, it didn¡¯t matter. "Those with Arrow Martial Souls can track and kill their enemies. Their attack power is formidable. But if it comes to close combat, I¡¯m confident I can kill her with a single strike." Lin Feng was quite satisfied with his "Sword Draw Technique." It was fast as lightning, as powerful as thunder, and it could cleave arrows in an instant. All the mental strain and torment of training were worth it. Lin Feng had trained for seven days straight on the cliff, focusing solely on the Sword Draw Technique, and using his Dark Martial Soul to improve his comprehension. It was only when his mental energy could no longer support him that he would withdraw his Martial Soul and then train in the "Floating Light Shadow" movement technique during his brief moments of respite. "Liu Fei," Lin Feng silently etched her face into his memory. Then he gathered some wood, using his soft sword to create sparks from the stones to start a fire, drying his clothes. Not far from him, four figures appeared. They were likely disciples of Yunhai Sect. "Someone¡¯s over there. Let¡¯s invite him to join us. The more people, the stronger our forces," said a young man in a green robe. "I wonder how strong he is," said a burly youth with a grin, not objecting. The four walked towards Lin Feng, and the only woman among them, seeing Lin Feng was bare-chested, blushed slightly and whispered, "Hello, could you put your clothes back on?" Lin Feng glanced at the young woman. Although not as stunning as Liu Fei, she was still quite beautiful with delicate features and smooth skin. In fact, women in this world, likely due to cultivation, were generally more beautiful than women from Lin Feng¡¯s past world. "Okay." Lin Feng was not hard to talk to. Having grown up in hardship, he was easygoing and approachable. "Is there something you need?" Lin Feng asked after putting his clothes back on. "Actually, we¡¯re planning to go to the Blackwind Mountain Range to hunt some demon beasts, and we¡¯d like to invite you to join us. We¡¯ll split the demon cores we get equally," explained the young man in green. The Blackwind Mountain Range, located to the north of the Yunhai Mountain Range, was an enormous forest filled with demon beasts. Some disciples speculated that it might be even larger than the entire Yunhai Mountain Range. It was likely that Yunhai Sect had considered the demon beast forest when choosing to establish its headquarters here, as demon beast forests offered great opportunities for martial practitioners to hone their skills and obtain valuable materials like demon beast skins and cores. "Sure, I agree," Lin Feng replied almost without hesitation. He was indeed interested in seeing the Blackwind Mountain Range and its demon beasts. "Great! Now we have five people. As long as we don¡¯t encounter a level 9 demon beast, we should be fine," the young woman said happily. Among the four of them, the highest cultivation level was held by the silent white-robed youth, who was at the 8th level of Qi Martial Realm. The other three, including Lin Feng, were likely at the 7th level of Qi Martial Realm, at least at the 6th level. Demon beasts were divided into nine ranks, corresponding to the nine levels of Qi Martial Realm. She believed that as long as they didn¡¯t encounter a level 9 demon beast, or even a "Spirit-level Demon Beast," they would be safe. "Brother, I¡¯m Qing Yi. This is Senior Brother Han Man, Junior Sister Jing Yun, and the strongest of us, Jing Feng," the young man in green introduced. The burly Han Man and the young woman Jing Yun smiled at Lin Feng, but Jing Feng, the white-robed youth, looked aloof and disdainful. "I¡¯m Lin Feng," Lin Feng smiled and introduced himself. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. "Lin Feng, the useless one." For the first time, the white-robed Jing Feng spoke. With a mocking smile, he looked Lin Feng up and down, saying, "Jing Yun, it seems we¡¯re wasting our time. Bringing him along will only be a burden." The other three seemed awkward, clearly having heard of Lin Feng¡¯s reputation. Although they hadn¡¯t seen Lin Feng in person, they had heard of his name since there were so many outer disciples in Yunhai Sect. Lin Feng frowned slightly, but the other three seemed uncomfortable as well. "Junior Brother Lin Feng, Jing Feng has high talent, he¡¯s in the 8th level of Qi Martial Realm, so he can be a bit arrogant. Don¡¯t mind him, just pretend you didn¡¯t hear it. We¡¯re all connected by fate, and we¡¯re together now," Han Man, the burly youth, said openly. "Yes, Senior Brother is right," Qing Yi and Jing Yun agreed. Jing Feng, however, only snorted and didn¡¯t say anything more. Seeing the sincerity in the other three¡¯s eyes, Lin Feng felt a bit of warmth in his heart and decided not to refuse their invitation. The five of them crossed several mountain peaks and soon arrived at the Blackwind Mountain Range. "Lin Feng, the Blackwind Mountain Range is vast. Only the top core disciples or sect elders know just how large it is. We can only stay near the outskirts, don¡¯t go too deep. You¡¯re not very strong, so stick close to us," Han Man reminded. Lin Feng nodded slightly. He knew Han Man was a straightforward person, and his words were meant to help, not to belittle him. The terrain of the Blackwind Mountain Range was complex, with dense trees and thorns, making it a perfect place for demon beasts to hide. "Level 5 demon beast, the Qingfeng Wolf. Capture it!" Han Man suddenly shouted. Not far from them, in the bushes, a pair of cold, glowing eyes flashed. Qing Yi stepped forward, drawing a sword from his back. The blade shone like moonlight, swift and silent, and in a blink of an eye, it pierced through the Qingfeng Wolf¡¯s brain, ending its life. "The Qingfeng Sword Technique is truly effective against the Qingfeng Wolf," Han Man said with a hearty laugh, walking up to help Qing Yi collect the demon core. "Level 5 demon beast is nothing," Jing Feng, the white-robed youth, said dismissively. Lin Feng silently shook his head. Jing Feng may be at the 8th level of Qi Martial Realm, but he was still arrogant and narrow-minded. He was skilled, yes, but his talent was still limited, and his self-importance would only limit his growth. They continued on, encountering more demon beasts, most of which were below level 7 and easily dealt with. "Ha ha, the bag is getting heavier. We¡¯ve collected three or four dozen demon cores already. Not bad," Han Man said, noticing the increasing weight of the bag he was carrying. "But we¡¯ve already entered Blackwind Mountain several thousand meters deep. The demon beasts ahead might get stronger, so we need to be more cautious. If it gets too dangerous, we¡¯ll retreat," Qing Yi warned. "Understood." Han Man nodded. But as soon as he finished speaking, his gaze froze. "Level 8 demon beast, the Furious Ape." They saw a massive, violent creature appear before them. The Furious Ape was known for its immense strength and ferocity, capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards. It was one of the strongest demon beasts. "Jing Feng, it¡¯s your turn," Jing Yun looked at the white-robed Jing Feng, concerned. An 8th-level demon beast was a tough opponent for them, but Jing Feng was much stronger than the rest of them. "Heh, Jing Yun, why are you in such a hurry? There¡¯s someone here who hasn¡¯t made a move yet. Are you waiting to just enjoy the benefits without participating?" Jing Feng sneered as he glanced at Lin Feng. Lin Feng smiled coldly. Jing Feng thought he was going to get a free ride. If they faced a real crisis, he would not stand by and watch, but now this person was trying to push him into danger, seeing Lin Feng as nothing but a weakling, someone who would die to an 8th-level demon beast. "Jing Feng, what¡¯s that supposed to mean? Only you can deal with an 8th-level demon beast? You want to send Lin Feng to die?" Qing Yi said, his tone turning serious. "You want him to take credit for our efforts? Does he really think he can just get the demon cores without lifting a finger? If he dies, there¡¯s less to split," Jing Feng scoffed. "Jing Feng, we¡¯re in this together. Lin Feng is with us because he trusts us," Han Man said, also displeased. "Hmph, if you want to protect him, go ahead. I¡¯m not babysitting a useless person," Jing Feng sneered and stepped back. Meanwhile, the Furious Ape had already charged toward them. "I¡¯ll give it a try," Lin Feng stepped forward. An 8th-level demon beast, equivalent to a martial practitioner at the 8th level of Qi Martial Realm. He wanted to test his strength. "No, you¡¯re not strong enough to handle an 8th-level demon beast," Jing Yun said urgently. "Jing Feng, you¡¯re being too much!" Upon hearing this, a sinister glint flashed in Jing Feng¡¯s eyes, and he smiled wickedly. If it weren¡¯t for her looks, he would never have joined this group. "I¡¯ll help you." Han Man dropped his demon core bag and moved to stand beside Lin Feng. "Count me in." Qing Yi did the same. "I¡¯ll join in. Together, we should be able to stop this 8th-level demon beast," Jing Yun silently prayed. "Don¡¯t overestimate yourselves," Jing Feng scoffed from behind them. The Furious Ape was terrifyingly strong and violent. It wasn¡¯t something that three 7th-level Qi Martial Realm cultivators could handle. Lin Feng looked at the three standing beside him, his heart warmed, and he smiled gently. He rubbed his nose and weakly said, "Perhaps, I can handle this demon beast after all." Ghost Wolf
Lin Feng''s words stunned Jing Yun and the other two, who looked at him in surprise. Then they saw Lin Feng take a bold step forward, walking confidently. "Lin Feng, now is not the time to show off," Jing Yun exclaimed anxiously. Although she hadn''t seen Lin Feng fight before, his reputation as a useless person was well known. Even if Lin Feng had been diligently training, he was no match for the Level 8 demon beast, the Violent Ape, which was far beyond their capabilities. However, it seemed it was too late to stop him. The Violent Ape, seeing that a human dared to provoke it, stomped its thick legs on the ground, causing the earth to shake, and its massive body charged at Lin Feng like a moving mountain, shaking the ground as it approached. What shocked Jing Yun even more was that Lin Feng didn''t seem to care about the Violent Ape''s strength. He charged forward without hesitation and threw a punch. Jing Yun instinctively closed her eyes, imagining Lin Feng being trampled into a bloody mess. "Boom." The powerful wave of force swept through the air, and Jing Yun, with her eyes closed, clearly felt the space tremble. Then she heard the Violent Ape''s painful roar. She opened her eyes to see the Violent Ape lying three meters away on its back, while Lin Feng stood unharmed beside it, his eyes full of life, as if nothing had happened. "How is this possible?" Jing Yun couldn''t believe her eyes. Lin Feng had actually knocked the Violent Ape back without a scratch? She glanced at Qing Yi and Han Man, who also looked shocked. They had just seen Lin Feng land a punch that sent the Violent Ape flying. This was a huge shock to their minds. This was a Level 8 demon beast. Without a strength of at least 8,000 pounds, it was impossible to even shake a Violent Ape. Behind them, Jing Feng was also stunned. How had this waste of a person driven back the Violent Ape? "Level 8 demon beasts are indeed tough," Lin Feng muttered to himself. His cultivation had now stabilized at the 7th level of the Qi Martial Realm. Coupled with the force of the Nine-fold Wave technique, his punch''s power exceeded 8,500 pounds. Additionally, the core technique of the Nine-fold Wave was its stacking waves, each more powerful than the last. The force of the Nine-fold Wave landing on the Violent Ape should have been close to 9,000 pounds. Yet, the Violent Ape had managed to get up again, roaring wildly. Lin Feng took another step forward, arriving in front of the howling Violent Ape. The Nine-fold Wave surged forward again. The Violent Ape was naturally violent by nature, and with its massive size, it couldn''t dodge. It could only brace its body to absorb the blow. "I''ll use you as a punching bag," Lin Feng said calmly as his left fist also swung out, sending a wave of destructive force. Jing Yun and the others stood in stunned silence. At this moment, Lin Feng was even more violent than the Violent Ape. His fists moved incessantly, and the Nine-fold Waves followed him like shadows. The surrounding area, for hundreds of meters, was filled with waves of white, overwhelming power. "To master the Nine-fold Wave so skillfully, to the point where even inner disciples might not be able to do the same..." Qing Yi''s mind was still struggling to process what was happening. Lin Feng, a useless person? "The strength of his fists is unyielding, and his waves never stop. I¡¯ve heard that the highest level of the Nine-fold Wave only reaches this point. Lin Feng¡¯s talent in martial techniques is astonishing," Jing Yun said thoughtfully. "Monster," Han Man muttered in frustration, wiping his face. "This is too ridiculous." The trembling space soon calmed down. Lin Feng turned to the three of them and said, "Come take the beast core. I''m tired now." "Okay." Han Man finally realized that the Violent Ape had stopped moving. He clicked his tongue and went forward, exerting great effort to extract anything of value from the beast''s body. The Violent Ape had thick skin, making it incredibly difficult to cut open, even when it was dead. Han Man couldn''t fathom how Lin Feng had killed it. "Ha ha, Lin Feng, with a monster like you around, as long as we don¡¯t encounter a Level 9 demon beast, we can walk through this forest without a care," Han Man laughed as he packed up the loot and slung it over his shoulder. Lin Feng smiled and said, "Let¡¯s continue forward. Maybe we''ll run into more Level 8 demon beasts." "That¡¯s just luck. We just happened to meet a beast that only knows how to take a beating," came a sharp voice from behind. Jing Feng walked past the group, heading ahead with an air of superiority. "Jing Feng, you..." Jing Yun and the others glared at him, angry at his dismissive attitude. The group continued walking forward, but Jing Feng, who was trying to show off, still hadn''t encountered any demon beasts, making him a little frustrated. "Something feels off," Lin Feng whispered. Compared to other areas, the forest here was strangely quiet. "It¡¯s indeed a bit strange," Qing Yi agreed, her footsteps slowing. Soon, they saw Jing Feng in front of them start to retreat. Their eyes widened as they saw a terrifying, ghostly wolf with a sinister face appear in front of Jing Feng. "Ghostly Phantom Wolf, a Level 9 demon beast. It¡¯s one of the most cruel demon beasts, enjoying eating humans piece by piece rather than killing them outright," Qing Yi said, her voice trembling. For outer disciples like them, the Ghostly Phantom Wolf was the last thing they wanted to encounter. Not only was it cruel, but it was also incredibly fast, making it nearly impossible to escape. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! "Trash, let¡¯s work together. You use your Nine-fold Wave to attack, and I¡¯ll wait for the right moment to strike," Jing Feng said, retreating further. His eyes showed seriousness as he spoke to Lin Feng. Trash? You want me to defend and let you strike from the sidelines? Lin Feng sneered. "You think I¡¯ll believe you after watching you let your comrades be in danger?" "You have no choice. If you don¡¯t, we¡¯ll all die," Jing Feng continued retreating, his tone turning sharp. "I don¡¯t think so. You haven¡¯t even done anything yet. Do you think you can get away with doing nothing and still survive?" Lin Feng mocked as he returned Jing Feng¡¯s words. With that, Lin Feng signaled to the other three with a look and started moving toward the side to retreat. Jing Yun and the others also began to retreat. Facing the Ghostly Phantom Wolf, they knew charging forward would only lead to their deaths. Moreover, Jing Feng¡¯s actions earlier had left them with a deep sense of unease, so they weren''t about to risk helping him. "Very well," Jing Feng said ominously, his eyes filled with malice. A sharp aura suddenly burst forth, and a gleaming sword shadow appeared behind him, shooting into the sky. "Sword Martial Soul," Lin Feng muttered in surprise. No wonder this guy was so arrogant. Among all martial souls, the Sword Martial Soul was considered one of the strongest. Those who possessed it were known as sword cultivators. A sword cultivator could easily break through the spells of those at the same level with a single strike. Many non-Sword Martial Soul cultivators, like Qing Yi, trained in sword techniques, hoping to become sword cultivators themselves. Qing Yi, for example, had a Wind Martial Soul and was good at speed and agility, but her swordsmanship was light and swift. Jing Feng drew his sword, and a cold gleam reflected off it, blinding the eyes. The Ghostly Phantom Wolf growled lowly and suddenly pounced forward, its sharp claws flashing with a cold, deadly light. Jing Feng''s sword danced in the air, forming layers of defense like a web of steel, but the next moment he realized that the Ghostly Phantom Wolf had disappeared from in front of him. Above! Jing Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Without hesitation, he tossed his sword into the air while his body quickly retreated. "Dammit," Jing Yun cursed under her breath. Jing Feng was no match for the Ghostly Phantom Wolf. He even threw away his sword and was now retreating in the direction where they had just been. "Die, and you won¡¯t get away!" Jing Feng snarled, his face twisted with rage as he charged toward them. "Get lost!" Lin Feng roared, and the Nine-fold Wave burst forward, pushing Jing Feng back. "You..." Jing Feng''s body was pushed back by the violent wave, and then, with a scream of agony, the Ghostly Phantom Wolf''s sharp claws struck his back. Blood splattered, and Jing Feng''s body crashed to the ground. "Looking for death," Lin Feng''s expression was cold. He followed the principle: if others don''t offend me, I won''t offend them; but if they do, I''ll make them pay. "Howl!" The Ghostly Phantom Wolf let out a mournful cry, like the wail of a ghost. Its claws pressed down on the fallen Jing Feng¡¯s body, but it didn¡¯t rush to kill him. Instead, its cold, menacing gaze fixed on Lin Feng and the others, sending a shiver down their spines. "What should we do? The Ghostly Phantom Wolf is injuring him but not killing him. It wants to torture us in a cruel way," Qing Yi said, her voice trembling with fear as she saw that even Jing Feng was no match for the wolf. "What''s the weakness of the Ghostly Phantom Wolf?" Lin Feng suddenly asked. Qing Yi looked at Lin Feng, surprised by the question. "The Ghostly Phantom Wolf is incredibly fast, and its attacks are powerful, but its defense is slightly weaker. Its throat is especially vulnerable. However, it usually defends its neck with its claws, so unless you can deal with its claws, it¡¯s almost impossible to strike at its throat," Qing Yi replied, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Lin Feng''s Nine-fold Wave was powerful and overwhelming, but it was not as light and agile as needed to dodge the Ghostly Phantom Wolf¡¯s claws and target its weak point.
Lin Feng¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to Qing Yi¡¯s words. The Ghostly Phantom Wolf was a terrifying opponent, not just because of its immense strength but also because of its speed and cunning. He could already sense the wolf''s focus on them, clearly planning to drag this out and torture them mentally and physically. "We¡¯ll need a plan," Lin Feng said quietly. He glanced at the others, who were tense, each of them aware of the immense danger they were in. "Let¡¯s not waste any time. I¡¯ll draw its attention," Lin Feng said, his voice cold and decisive. Qing Yi and the others were startled. "What do you mean?" Han Man asked, concern creeping into his voice. Lin Feng didn¡¯t respond directly but instead stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the Ghostly Phantom Wolf. The wolf¡¯s gaze shifted toward him as well, its eerie, bloodthirsty eyes gleaming in the dim light. It let out another chilling howl, clearly annoyed by the delay. "I¡¯m going to attack it with my Nine-fold Wave again," Lin Feng continued. "But this time, I¡¯m going to use a variation of the technique, one that focuses on speed and precision. If we can force it into a defensive posture, I¡¯ll create an opening for you to strike." "But the wolf¡¯s claws are too fast," Qing Yi warned. "Even with your Nine-fold Wave, it¡¯ll still have time to counter." Lin Feng smiled grimly. "I know. But I¡¯m not attacking head-on. I¡¯m going to force it into the air, then strike from a higher angle, targeting its weak spots." Qing Yi hesitated, but seeing the determination in Lin Feng''s eyes, she nodded. "Understood. We¡¯ll follow your lead." The group steeled themselves as Lin Feng took a deep breath. His fists clenched, and his body surged with energy, the Nine-fold Wave beginning to build up around him. The Ghostly Phantom Wolf growled menacingly as it saw Lin Feng preparing for an attack. It moved closer to Jing Feng''s fallen body, its claws scraping the earth, clearly intending to finish off the injured disciple slowly. In that moment, Lin Feng lunged forward, his movement almost too fast for the eye to track. The Nine-fold Wave erupted from his fists, surging with even more force than before, sweeping through the air with a roar. The Ghostly Phantom Wolf reacted instinctively, raising its claws to defend against the incoming waves. However, just as Qing Yi had predicted, the wolf focused too much on the attack from the front, its claws raised high to block. Lin Feng took advantage of the opening and darted to the side, shifting his attack to strike at the wolf¡¯s exposed throat. His strike was quick, aiming to land precisely at the wolf''s most vulnerable point. "Now!" Lin Feng shouted. Qing Yi and Han Man reacted instantly. They rushed forward, with Han Man wielding his heavy weapon, and Qing Yi following with a swift, precise strike aimed at the wolf¡¯s flank. They knew that Lin Feng had created an opening; they couldn¡¯t let it go to waste. The Ghostly Phantom Wolf, realizing too late that it had been tricked, tried to twist its body and defend, but it was already too late. Lin Feng¡¯s attack hit the mark, a powerful force landing just below the wolf''s throat, where the defenses were weakest. At the same time, Qing Yi¡¯s blade cut through the air, landing a deep gash in the wolf''s side. "Howl!" The Ghostly Phantom Wolf screeched in agony, its body flailing in pain as it tried to retaliate. But it was too slow now. Lin Feng pressed the attack, unleashing another wave of Nine-fold Waves, keeping the pressure on. The wolf''s defenses were breaking down, its movements slowing. The Fatal Sword "Throat!" Lin Feng¡¯s gaze fixed on the Ghostly Phantom Wolf, and he took a small step forward. But this small movement sent a wave of dread through Jing Yun and the others. Lin Feng¡ªwhat did he want to do? This was a level-nine demonic beast, the Ghostly Phantom Wolf, one of the most vicious creatures below the spirit beasts. Even many ninth-tier Martial Masters would only think of running when encountering a Ghostly Phantom Wolf. Before they could think further, Lin Feng demonstrated his intentions with action. He started jogging towards the Ghostly Phantom Wolf, unarmed, his speed increasing rapidly. Seeing this, Jing Yun and the others froze, their hearts racing in terror. "Howl!" The Ghostly Phantom Wolf let out an eerie howl as it saw this human approaching. Its vicious face became even colder, its eyes chilling as if from the depths of the underworld. A scream followed as the wolf¡¯s claws slammed down on Jing Feng¡¯s body, but Lin Feng didn¡¯t hesitate. His figure became a streak of black light as he closed the distance, his hand moving rapidly. The claws, which had blocked its throat, shone with a strange mix of black and white light. "Lin Feng, come back!" Jing Yun screamed, but it seemed too late. Lin Feng¡¯s speed was incredible, a blur of light speeding toward the wolf. Qing Yi and Han Man opened their mouths in shock, their hearts stopped, and all they could think was: It¡¯s over! A flash of lightning streaked through the air, dazzlingly bright, and then, as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished. After the lightning passed, the world seemed to freeze in place. Lin Feng¡¯s steps stopped, and the Ghostly Phantom Wolf crashed to the ground. Silence¡­ terrifying silence. Jing Yun clutched her fists to her mouth, her eyes filled with fear. Was Lin Feng¡­ dead? "Drip..." A soft sound broke the silence, and the Ghostly Phantom Wolf¡¯s body collapsed to the side. A thin thread of blood appeared at its neck, slowly forming a crimson line. "The Ghostly Phantom Wolf... is dead!" Han Man and Qing Yi stared, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what had just happened. That flash of lightning was... "Lin Feng, are you okay?" Jing Yun asked softly, still frozen in place, looking at the still-standing Lin Feng. As her voice fell, Qing Yi and Han Man also turned their gaze to Lin Feng, their hearts still racing. Today was the most intense, nerve-wracking moment of their lives. Finally, Lin Feng moved. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes gleaming with a bright smile. "I¡¯m fine." Lin Feng spread his hands, his eyes bright as he recalled that moment¡ªthe sword strike, a technique akin to thunder, the explosive power undeniable. Of course, it only worked because his speed was fast¡ªextremely fast. "Whoo!" Jing Yun, Qing Yi, and Han Man all let out a sigh of relief, their tense muscles unwinding. It felt as though someone had just pulled them back from the edge of a cliff. However, the trio did not speak. Instead, they stared at Lin Feng, as if he were some strange creature. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Lin Feng scratched his head awkwardly. The way they were looking at him was too intense. "Freak!" Han Man spat the word between his teeth. Lin Feng felt a little disgruntled when both Jing Yun and Qing Yi nodded seriously, agreeing with Han Man¡¯s assessment. "Lin Feng, you¡¯re a sword cultivator," Qing Yi said. She clearly understood that the flash of lightning had been sword light¡ªonly a sword could be that fast. Stolen novel; please report. "I wouldn¡¯t say that. I just practiced a sword technique," Lin Feng shook his head. A true sword cultivator was someone who possessed a sword soul and wielded great strength in swordsmanship. "Not a sword cultivator? Then your martial soul isn¡¯t a sword?" Qing Yi asked, confused. "Mm, I don¡¯t have a sword martial soul," Lin Feng confirmed. Qing Yi gasped. No sword martial soul, but his swordplay is that fast? It was clear that Lin Feng¡¯s comprehension of martial techniques was terrifyingly powerful, just like how he had mastered the Nine-fold Wave to its peak. "I really suspect you can master any martial technique to its limit," Qing Yi laughed wryly, shaking her head. She didn¡¯t probe further into Lin Feng¡¯s martial soul, as some martial souls were rare and mysterious. Since Lin Feng had never used his martial soul, Qing Yi guessed that it must be something extraordinary. Lin Feng just smiled. It did seem that he could cultivate any martial technique and had an exceptionally high level of comprehension. "This is a huge gain¡ªthe Beast Core of a level-nine demonic beast!" Han Man grinned widely, pulling out a dagger and approaching the Ghostly Phantom Wolf¡¯s body to extract the beast core. "Lin Feng, you killed the Ghostly Phantom Wolf on your own. Without you, we might not have made it out alive. The beast core should go to you." "Jing Yun, Qing Yi, do you have any objections?" Qing Yi and Jing Yun shook their heads with smiles. If it wasn¡¯t for Lin Feng, they would have probably perished in Black Wind Ridge. "I disagree. All spoils should be divided equally among the four of us," Lin Feng shook his head. Even though he had been treated as the weakest earlier and asked to stay behind, he wouldn¡¯t be the kind of person to forget his friends. While killing the Ghostly Phantom Wolf was entirely his achievement, he wasn¡¯t someone who would be ungrateful. Han Man and the others saw the firm resolve in Lin Feng¡¯s eyes and nodded. "Looks like you¡¯ve forgotten about me." A voice suddenly came from behind. It was Jing Feng. Having been struck by the Ghostly Phantom Wolf¡¯s claws, Jing Feng¡¯s back was crushed, and several bones were broken. He could no longer get up and could only look up at Lin Feng and the others. "Get lost!" Han Man cursed loudly. Jing Feng had not only neglected their safety at a critical moment, forcing them to deal with the violent ape, but he had also drawn the Ghostly Phantom Wolf toward them, almost causing their deaths. "We¡¯re leaving. His life or death is up to fate," Jing Yun said angrily. The group began to turn and leave, but then Jing Feng¡¯s cold voice reached them. "Don¡¯t forget, my brother knows that I entered Black Wind Ridge with you. If I die, what do you think my elder brother will think when he finds out?" Han Man¡¯s group paused and turned, glaring at Jing Feng in fury. "You better take me with you, and you better give me half of the beast core. Otherwise, I¡¯ll have you all dead." Jing Feng¡¯s voice was filled with venom. "What¡¯s going on?" Lin Feng asked, confused. This guy was half-dead and still acting so arrogantly? "His brother is Jing Hao, one of the top ten ranked disciples in the Outer Sect. He ranks sixth, a peak Qi Martial Realm Ninth Layer cultivator, and also possesses a sword martial soul. He¡¯s very powerful," Qing Yi explained. Lin Feng immediately understood. Lin Feng stepped forward and looked down at Jing Feng with a cold smile. "Help me up, now!" Jing Feng ordered with a commanding tone. Lin Feng froze for a moment, then gave a half-smile, looking at Jing Feng with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "I really admire your courage." With that, his soft sword slid out, radiating a chilling, deathly light. "What are you doing?" Jing Feng tensed up, feeling a sudden chill run down his spine. "Lin Feng." Qing Yi called out in alarm. Jing Hao was no joke, and while Lin Feng was formidable, his cultivation level was still lower. Qing Yi didn¡¯t believe that Lin Feng could handle Jing Hao. Lin Feng looked at the trio and asked, "Do you think that if we save him now, he would spare us?" The three of them exchanged a glance, cold sweat breaking out on their backs. Indeed, from Jing Feng¡¯s behavior, even if they saved him, he probably wouldn¡¯t let them off. "We¡¯ve never wronged him. It was his own arrogance that led to his downfall. He tried to trap us and nearly got us killed. And now, he still orders us to save him, demanding half of the beast core. With a person like that, do you still think we should take him back?" Lin Feng patiently explained. Though Jing Yun and the others were mature for their age, at just fifteen or sixteen years old, they hadn¡¯t experienced the level of insight Lin Feng had. The trio nodded. Indeed, taking Jing Feng back would just invite revenge from Jing Hao. Lin Feng turned back to look at Jing Feng, who now showed signs of fear in his eyes. "I swear, if you take me back, I won¡¯t retaliate. I¡¯ll even give up the beast core," Jing Feng pleaded as he crawled backward. "Too late." With a flash of cold light, Lin Feng¡¯s sword slashed through, sealing Jing Feng¡¯s throat. A promise made in the heat of life-or-death¡ªhow could it be trusted? Lin Feng looked down at Jing Feng¡¯s lifeless body, exhaling slowly. His heart stirred for just a moment, but that was all. On the path to becoming stronger, bloodshed and corpses were inevitable. "If Jing Hao comes looking for you, just tell him the truth: It was me who killed him." Lin Feng smiled indifferently, not the slightest bit concerned. Wind and Cloud Gorge, Life-and-Death Platform Seeing Lin Feng¡¯s boldness, Han Man grinned and said, ¡°Good brother, however, if this person is to be killed, then we will bear the consequences together. Am I, Han Man, a coward?¡± He understood Lin Feng¡¯s deeper motive for killing Jing Feng¡ªthis was to separate them and keep them out of harm¡¯s way. At this moment, Han Man truly admired Lin Feng. A hot-blooded man should shoulder the responsibility and stand tall. ¡°Right, we¡¯ll bear the consequences together. Moreover, as long as we stay within Yunhai Sect, disciples are prohibited from killing each other. Even if Jing Hao finds out we killed Jing Feng, as long as we stay within the sect, he can¡¯t do anything to us.¡± Qing Yi said resolutely. ¡°Count me in,¡± Jing Yun smiled beautifully. ¡°Good.¡± Lin Feng was happy to have such friends, and Qing Yi was right. Though Yunhai Sect didn''t restrict disciples'' actions outside the sect, there were rules within. If it weren''t for these rules, the sect would be in chaos. Squatting down, Lin Feng searched through Jing Feng¡¯s body and pulled out a book¡ªa martial skill. Thunderbolt Sword Technique He muttered softly and opened the book. The Thunderbolt Sword Technique was a high-level Yellow Rank martial skill. When practiced to its limit, the sword would crackle like thunder, with each strike sounding like an explosive thunderclap. The technique focused on explosive power. ¡°The Thunderbolt Sword Technique comes from the Starry Pavilion. Both Jing Feng brothers practiced it. Its power is immense, but it¡¯s hard to cultivate, especially to reach the stage where the sword is like thunder,¡± Qing Yi said. As a swordsman, he was very familiar with sword techniques and continued, ¡°I¡¯ve also practiced it, but I haven¡¯t grasped the essence, so the power I use is limited.¡± Lin Feng nodded slightly. Now, he had mastered three martial skills: the Ninefold Waves, a versatile skill for both offense and defense; the Floating Shadow Steps, essential for movement; and the Sword Drawing Technique for a deadly strike. If he were to learn the Thunderbolt Sword Technique and combine it with Ninefold Waves, it might be a great choice for an attack, while hiding his Sword Drawing Technique. ¡°Shall we head back now?¡± Jing Yun asked as she approached Lin Feng. By now, the group subtly regarded Lin Feng as their backbone. ¡°We¡¯re in no rush. We should hunt more beasts and gather some beast cores,¡± Lin Feng replied. He didn¡¯t want to return to the sect so soon. The Blackwind Ridge was an excellent place to hone his skills and practice the Thunderbolt Sword Technique. The other three exchanged glances and smiled. With Lin Feng around, they felt safe as long as they didn¡¯t encounter beasts that were too strong. There was no need to rush back. ¡°If we could exchange some Guiyuan Pills, that would be great,¡± Jing Yun said expectantly. Guiyuan Pills were a type of pill that could help cultivate martial arts practitioners by improving their Qi Martial Realm cultivation. They were particularly effective for those in the Qi Martial Realm, but it took many beast cores to exchange for one, and they needed high-level beast cores. Lin Feng¡¯s eyes gleamed as he recalled the Guiyuan Pills from his previous life. While he could easily defeat martial artists at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm, his current cultivation at the seventh level was still a bit low. If he could improve his cultivation, perhaps he wouldn¡¯t need to rely on the Sword Drawing Technique to fight someone at the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm. Five days later, in the dense forest Sword Qi whistled through the air, and faint thunderclaps echoed from the sword¡¯s strike, stunning everyone around. ¡°Boom, boom¡­¡± Trees exploded in the direction of the sword, as a handsome young man wielded his sword, each strike as powerful as a thunderous explosion. ¡°To reach this level of the Thunderbolt Sword Technique in just five days¡­ this guy is truly a monster,¡± Qing Yi, who had been watching from the side, couldn¡¯t help but laugh bitterly. As a swordsman who also practiced the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, he knew the difficulty of mastering it. But in just five days, every strike from Lin Feng caused thunder to erupt, which was a sign of mastery. Qing Yi felt deeply affected by this. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. ¡°You can¡¯t compare yourself to Lin Feng. He¡¯s using this level-eight beast, the Flowing Cloud Leopard, to practice his swordsmanship,¡± Han Man said, folding his arms and watching Lin Feng¡¯s battle. The fight was one-sided. What was worse, Lin Feng could easily kill the Flowing Cloud Leopard but deliberately chose not to, using sword techniques that were so precise that even the speed-oriented Flowing Cloud Leopard couldn¡¯t escape. With a soft ¡°whoosh,¡± Lin Feng pierced the Flowing Cloud Leopard¡¯s skull, instantly killing it. After sheathing his sword, Lin Feng was very satisfied with the Thunderbolt Sword Technique. At its peak, the explosive power of the sword was far stronger than Ninefold Waves. A sword, after all, was renowned for its overwhelming attack power. At this moment, Lin Feng stood still, his handsome face now more defined, showing more resolve and ease than when he first arrived in this world. He seemed much more mature. Han Man stepped forward and began collecting the beast cores, murmuring to himself. Though he had initially come for training and to hunt beasts, he was now solely responsible for collecting the cores. However, he wasn¡¯t dissatisfied. Lin Feng had been hunting level-seven and level-eight beasts, and watching Lin Feng¡¯s combat with the beasts had also helped him immensely. ¡°Han Man, how many Guiyuan Pills can we exchange for our beast cores?¡± Lin Feng asked as he pulled Han Man to his feet. ¡°At least twelve,¡± Han Man said, excitement in his eyes. They hadn¡¯t expected such a big haul, but thanks to Lin Feng, they had even been able to kill level-seven beasts. ¡°Perfect. That means each of us can get three. We can exchange the remaining cores for weapons or money. If any of you are lacking something, we can exchange it now. Let¡¯s head back to the sect.¡± Guiyuan Pills were especially effective for those in the first three uses. The first dose had the greatest effect and the highest chance of breaking through a realm. The second and third doses were less effective. ¡°Three Guiyuan Pills.¡± Han Man and the others were overjoyed. With these, they would have a chance to break through to the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm. The fifth level of Qi Martial Realm was considered weak in the sect, and the seventh level was only average among outer disciples. But reaching the eighth level would allow them to be recognized. They didn¡¯t hesitate to thank Lin Feng. After spending several days together, they had come to understand him better¡ªbold, unrestrained, and with a steadfast will in martial arts. ¡°Let¡¯s go back,¡± Lin Feng said, leading the group as they made their way out of Blackwind Ridge. Upon returning to Yunhai Sect, the four of them went to exchange the beast cores. Each person received three Guiyuan Pills, along with a long sword for Lin Feng, a battle axe for Han Man, two Peiyuan Pills for Qing Yi, and a Youthful Rejuvenation Pill for Jing Yun. The Peiyuan Pills could help strengthen one¡¯s foundation, and Qing Yi clearly realized his talent was lacking and needed to improve his martial foundation. Lin Feng was surprised when Jing Yun chose the Youthful Rejuvenation Pill. This pill enhanced beauty and charm. It was normal for women practicing seductive martial arts to use it, but Jing Yun was far from that type. She was innocent, and Lin Feng couldn¡¯t understand why she would choose such a pill. ¡°What are you looking at?¡± Jing Yun blushed as she noticed Lin Feng staring at her, lowering her head. ¡°Nothing, I¡¯m just surprised. You¡¯re already very beautiful,¡± Lin Feng said awkwardly, giving a nervous laugh. Since she had chosen it, he wouldn¡¯t interfere. ¡°Lin Feng, what¡¯s your plan now?¡± Han Man asked. If given the chance, he would love to go back to Blackwind Ridge with Lin Feng. ¡°I¡¯ll focus on improving my cultivation first. Being at the seventh level of Qi Martial Realm feels a bit too low,¡± Lin Feng replied. ¡°Indeed, we all need to improve. With your current strength, you could go and train yourself there,¡± Han Man nodded, pointing towards the distance. There was a massive gorge, the most famous place in Yunhai Sect¡ªWind and Cloud Gorge. The eight towering peaks surrounded the central area of Yunhai Sect, and Wind and Cloud Gorge, situated in the middle of the sect, was a massive pit that sank deep underground. It was vast and divided into many areas, resembling an underground city. From above, one could see many scenes within, but once inside the gorge, the environment changed drastically. One might find themselves in a forest or on a mountain. Yunhai Sect encouraged disciples to train through combat. In addition to the dangerous Blackwind Ridge, the sect also opened Wind and Cloud Gorge, where anyone could fight anyone. It was a stage for the strong, and weaklings who entered would only be beaten. As a result, disciples below the eighth level of Qi Martial Realm rarely dared to enter the gorge. Another part of the gorge was called the Life-and-Death Platform. Anyone who stepped onto it could fight to the death, and the sect would not intervene. If there was a deep grudge, one could settle it on the Life-and-Death Platform. ¡°That place, I will go,¡± Lin Feng said, his gaze shifting to the crowds surrounding Wind and Cloud Gorge. His eyes glimmered with a different Destroying One鈥檚 Cultivation Three days later, in Lin Feng¡¯s room, the energy of heaven and earth was dense, and a faint mist-like glow surrounded him. Around Lin Feng¡¯s body, the illusory dark martial soul merged with the substantial energy of heaven and earth. If Lin Feng could see his martial soul, he would notice that the shadow of his dark martial soul had become clearer, even vaguely resembling a human form. At this moment, a burst of intense light from the surrounding energy of heaven and earth entered Lin Feng''s body. Lin Feng¡¯s eyes suddenly snapped open, shimmering with brilliance. The aura radiating from him grew considerably stronger. ¡°Using three Guiyuan Pills, I¡¯ve successfully broken through to the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm.¡± A smile flashed across Lin Feng¡¯s eyes. He had originally been at the middle stage of the seventh level of Qi Martial Realm, not even at the peak of the seventh level, and still far from the eighth. The three Guiyuan Pills had allowed him to ascend to the next level, which was worth it. ¡°Now, if I face someone at the ninth level of Qi Martial Realm, I should have plenty of ways to deal with them.¡± When he was at the seventh level of Qi Martial Realm, using his Ninefold Waves only produced a force of 8,500 jin (a unit of weight), and his Thunderbolt Sword Technique had destructive power approaching 9,000 jin. However, his opponent could also cultivate martial techniques, so his strength was suppressed by cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Martial Realm. But now, he felt confident he could fight back. Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng walked out of his room. It was morning, and the autumn sun shone on him, bringing a gentle warmth. ¡°You¡¯re finally willing to come out, trash.¡± A voice interrupted Lin Feng¡¯s good mood. ¡°Lin Heng.¡± Lin Feng turned and saw Lin Heng standing several dozen meters away, his arms crossed and his back to him, looking lazy. The Yunhai Sect had rules: disciples couldn¡¯t force their way into others'' rooms or make noise outside, as many preferred to cultivate in peace, and being disturbed could have serious consequences. This rule was strictly enforced, so Lin Heng had been waiting for Lin Feng to come out for two days. Turning around, Lin Heng stared at Lin Feng with a murderous glint in his eyes. Three days ago, he had received a letter from home saying that Lin Feng, the waste, had injured his younger brother, Lin Yun, and insulted both his father and brother. Lin Heng was now tasked with dealing with Lin Feng. ¡°I heard that after you came back to life, your cultivation improved. Do you dare to go with me to Wind and Cloud Gorge for a fight?¡± Lin Heng spoke coldly. Lin Feng sneered inwardly. Last time, Lin Heng tricked him into Wind and Cloud Gorge. Once inside, Lin Heng nearly beat him to death, leaving him barely alive. However, he didn¡¯t kill Lin Feng because of the sect¡¯s rule forbidding killing fellow disciples outside the Life-and-Death Platform. In fact, Lin Heng had already violated the sect¡¯s rule by nearly killing him, but no one cared since Lin Feng was just a weakling at the fifth level of Qi Martial Realm, while Lin Heng was at the eighth level. In this world, strength was paramount; rules were rigid, but people were not. ¡°This grudge is about to be settled,¡± Lin Feng said with a strange smile, as he prepared to avenge the former Lin Feng¡¯s death at Lin Heng¡¯s hands. Today, he would make sure Lin Heng paid for the past. He took a step forward and walked toward the distance. ¡°You trash, are you scared?¡± Lin Heng mocked when Lin Feng ignored him. ¡°Aren¡¯t you the one who said we¡¯re going to Wind and Cloud Gorge?¡± Lin Feng¡¯s voice came coldly, causing Lin Heng to pause. A cruel smile appeared on his face. A trash is still a trash; last time, Lin Feng almost died, and now he was still acting this foolish. This time, he wouldn¡¯t give Lin Feng any chance. Even if he didn¡¯t kill him in Wind and Cloud Gorge, he would kill him once Lin Feng was badly injured and leaving the Yunhai Sect. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. There were many passageways leading to Wind and Cloud Gorge, as well as a horizontal iron cable from the top connecting to the gorge. Skilled martial artists could directly leap from the top of the gorge. Lin Feng, with his current skill, could leap down using his light body technique, but he didn¡¯t want to reveal his advanced skills and scare Lin Heng, so he slid down the iron cable instead. ¡°Trash is still trash, needing external tools to enter the gorge.¡± Lin Heng sneered and looked at the spot where Lin Feng would land. He then leapt into the air like a great roc, flying down from a height of over 100 meters. His movement was graceful, and as he neared the ground, he twisted his feet, landing firmly in the gorge, with his toes sinking an inch into the earth. ¡°Such a remarkable technique, who is that?¡± Someone above the gorge saw Lin Heng jump and couldn¡¯t help but admire. ¡°I know him. That¡¯s Lin Heng, an eighth-level Qi Martial Realm cultivator. Very powerful.¡± Someone else responded. Martial artists¡¯ vision and hearing were extraordinary, so even from 100 meters up, they could see the figures in the gorge, though they were somewhat blurred. At this moment, both Lin Feng and Lin Heng landed on a sand dune in the gorge. The surrounding area was desolate, and some disciples from the sect passed by and stopped to watch the confrontation between the two. ¡°Heh, I didn¡¯t expect this trash to actually come down. Last time, you didn¡¯t die, but today, I¡¯ll make sure you die for real.¡± Lin Heng laughed arrogantly. Once Lin Feng stepped into Wind and Cloud Gorge, his life and death were in Lin Heng¡¯s hands because Lin Heng was stronger. ¡°You can try,¡± Lin Feng said dismissively. Lin Heng had tried to kill him several times. Today, old and new grudges would be settled. ¡°A trash dares to be so arrogant. Defeating my brother, Lin Yun, and thinking highly of himself. Today, I¡¯ll let you know how powerful an eighth-level Qi Martial Realm cultivator is. You, Lin Feng, are still a waste,¡± Lin Heng said, stepping forward and launching a simple punch aimed at Lin Feng¡¯s face. In his mind, this trash could be dealt with in one strike. Lin Feng raised his hand and caught Lin Heng¡¯s punch with his palm. Seeing this, Lin Heng sneered. This waste thought he could block his punch with his hand? Impossible! ¡°Break for me!¡± A burst of white light erupted from Lin Heng¡¯s fist, unleashing powerful force. He aimed to shatter Lin Feng¡¯s palm. ¡°You¡¯re thinking too much,¡± Lin Feng said calmly, releasing an even more dominant force from his palm. In that instant, Lin Heng felt like he was facing a fierce storm at sea. The overwhelming force not only neutralized his power but also spread up his arm, causing it to swell. The attack was a perfect mix of strength and flexibility. ¡°How is this possible?¡± Lin Heng¡¯s mind was in turmoil as he felt an immense pressure in his hand. His body quickly retreated, but the force was like a rising tide, growing fiercer by the moment. ¡°Trying to escape now?¡± Lin Feng¡¯s face was cold as he tightly gripped Lin Heng¡¯s fist. His body followed closely behind Lin Heng, never giving him a chance to break free. With a loud crack, Lin Heng¡¯s arm ached unbearably, his muscles and bones feeling as if they were about to explode. He wanted to release his fist but couldn¡¯t, and even tried to use his body technique to retreat, but it was futile. Lin Feng¡¯s movement was just as fast, if not faster, keeping up with him. Seeing Lin Feng¡¯s cold smile up close, Lin Heng¡¯s heart was filled with terror. When did this trash surpass him? Lin Heng¡¯s mind began to collapse. ¡°It¡¯s over.¡± Lin Feng smiled coldly, and with a final burst of power, the Ninefold Waves were unleashed. Nearly 9,000 jin of force struck Lin Heng, sending him flying and spitting blood. His arm felt as though it was about to shatter. ¡°Your family is aligned with Lin Ba Dao and has been plotting for the position of Sect Master. You¡¯ve repeatedly insulted me and even tried to take my life twice. You¡¯ve been heartless, so don¡¯t blame me for being ruthless,¡± Lin Feng said coldly, looking at Lin Heng lying on the ground. ¡°Please, Lin Feng, I¡¯m your cousin! Please spare me!¡± Lin Heng screamed in fear. ¡°You didn¡¯t think about family when you tried to kill me,¡± Lin Feng replied, no longer wasting words. He unleashed another Ninefold Wave, landing directly on Lin Heng, who screamed in agony, his face turning pale. ¡°Now, I¡¯ll destroy your cultivation. Now, you¡¯re truly a waste.¡± Lin Feng waved his hand and turned to leave. The disciples watching from a distance avoided him, knowing that destroying one¡¯s cultivation was a fate worse than death for a martial artist. ¡°Lin Feng, you destroyed my cultivation. You won¡¯t die well!¡± Lin Heng roared viciously, his heart filled with despair. Now, he was truly a waste. He hated Lin Feng¡¯s family and regretted not waiting a few more days before taking action. His cousin, Lin Qian, had already become a powerful spiritual martial artist and had gained attention in the Haoyue Sect. After hearing about Lin Ba Dao being injured by Lin Hai, she planned to visit Yunhai Sect and kill Lin Feng herself. But Lin Heng, thinking he could kill Lin Feng alone, ended up in a terrible state. It was only a matter of time before Lin Feng paid for this. Lin Feng ignored the curses, and with no further words, left the gorge. Lin Fengs Martial Soul
In a simple and clean room in the Lin family house in Yangzhou City, Lin Hai stared at a portrait, lost in thought. The portrait depicted a woman, very beautiful, with eyes like autumn waters, containing a glimmer of vitality. What was most surprising was that the woman in the painting had a demonic beast coiled around her shoulder. The beast resembled a snake but was not quite a snake, and it had a subtle resemblance to a divine dragon. It was quite strange, and just one glance at it would make it unforgettable. "Meng He, Xiao Feng has finally grown up. He has inherited your martial soul. He may not yet understand what this martial soul means, but once it undergoes the awakening of his innate soul, he will realize just how powerful the talent you passed down to him is." "When the useless martial soul becomes the unparalleled twin martial souls, the shock it will cause will be unimaginable." Lin Hai muttered to himself in front of the portrait, his eyes filled with deep affection. "Perhaps they all think I''ve forgotten, but I have never forgotten. Once Xiao Feng¡¯s martial soul undergoes the awakening, I will tell him everything. One day, I will lead him into the imperial city." Lin Hai''s gaze was filled with intense determination. He had once hesitated, wondering if Lin Feng would remain weak like before and lead an ordinary life. However, now he saw hope in Lin Feng. He believed that with the obsession he saw in Lin Feng¡¯s eyes, he would be able to awaken his martial soul.
Lin Feng, unaware of his mother''s history, had no information about her in the memories he inherited. Lin Hai had never mentioned her, and thus he was unaware of what the little snake-like creature was¡ªhis martial soul. After defeating Lin Heng, Lin Feng felt an unusual sense of relief, as though a burden had been lifted from his heart. Perhaps it was because a lingering obsession from the previous "Lin Feng," the one killed by Lin Heng, had disappeared. He did not leave immediately; instead, Lin Feng decided to train in Fengyun Gorge. Anyone entering Fengyun Gorge was there to fight, and even if he did not provoke anyone, he was certain someone would come looking for him. "It''s you." A cold voice suddenly rang out. Lin Feng turned toward the source of the sound and saw a graceful figure. Although he couldn''t see her face, her physique was so captivating that it mesmerized him. Lin Feng was somewhat confused. The woman wore a mask, so he couldn''t see her true face. The only people he was familiar with from Yunhai Sect were Han Man, Qingyi, and Jing Yun. This woman clearly wasn''t Han Man or Qingyi, and Jing Yun didn''t have such a seductive figure. "You escaped last time. This time, let''s see where you can run to," the woman sneered. She drew a bow from her back, and Lin Feng''s eyes narrowed. He immediately thought of one person¡ªLiu Fei, the woman from the Xian Tian Hot Springs. He remembered her name well, as the arrow she shot had nearly taken his life. Perhaps knowing that Lin Feng was no weakling, Liu Fei decided to use her martial soul. Lin Feng immediately felt locked onto by her arrow martial soul. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "The arrow is powerful at a distance, but weak in close combat. I need to get closer," Lin Feng thought quickly, then, without hesitation, he dashed toward Liu Fei. "Want to close the distance?" Liu Fei sneered. She loosed an arrow, and the wind howled as the bowstring vibrated with a hum. "Clang!" A light sound echoed as Lin Feng¡¯s sword was unsheathed. "Nine Waves, Thunder Strike Sword," Lin Feng shouted softly. His left hand unleashed Nine Waves, sending a torrent of energy forward, weakening the power of the arrow. The Thunder Strike Sword sliced through the arrow with the speed of a lightning bolt. "Light and Shadow." Without missing a beat, Lin Feng sped forward, his movements flawless, as if he had practiced them countless times. However, Liu Fei was not only a beautiful face¡ªher combat skills were also formidable. She ranked eighth among the outer disciples. She understood Lin Feng''s intent to close the distance, so after firing one arrow, she swiftly retreated. Being skilled in archery, she also trained in swift movements, so by the time Lin Feng cut through the first arrow, she had already drawn three more arrows and readied them. "Goodbye." Lin Feng suddenly changed direction, running toward the left side into the woods. Liu Fei was quick, and though Lin Feng could close the gap, it would take time. During that time, Liu Fei could fire several rounds of three arrows, which would pose a significant threat to him. By entering the woods, he could drastically hinder her abilities. "I underestimated a martial artist at the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm. It''s not so easy to deal with," Lin Feng thought to himself. However, he did not feel disheartened. He was confident that if Liu Fei followed him into the forest, he would be the one to win. Liu Fei, sensing Lin Feng''s intentions, sneered again, pulling back the bowstring with a powerful hum. A strong sense of danger filled the air. Lin Feng tightened his grip on the sword, knowing that in two breaths, he would reach the woods. "Stay here." A domineering voice rang out. A sword qi slashed through the air, sending an immense wave of danger toward Lin Feng, causing him to halt mid-step and leap backward. "Boom." The ground before him erupted, leaving a deep sword mark. Had Lin Feng continued forward, the sword would have struck him. Looking up, Lin Feng saw a man perched in a tree, wearing white robes and holding a long sword. The sword strike had come from him. "Liu Fei, this person has offended you. Should I help you take care of him?" The man looked down at Lin Feng with disdain, as if Lin Feng were nothing but an ant. With a nod from Liu Fei, he could easily kill Lin Feng. The disparity in their statuses was so great that even if it violated sect rules, he would still act, as Lin Feng was nothing in his eyes. "An inner disciple," Lin Feng thought, feeling a chill run through him. This inner disciple, with his powerful strength, could kill him with just a flick of his finger, and Lin Feng had barely any time to react. "Yu Hao, this is none of your business," Liu Fei said, her hand still on the bow, though she had not fired. It was not because she wanted to spare Lin Feng but because Yu Hao was pursuing her, and she had no interest in him. She didn¡¯t want to owe him anything, so she hadn¡¯t taken action. She put away her martial soul and slung the bow over her shoulder, addressing Lin Feng. "Consider yourself lucky. Don¡¯t let me catch you next time, or you won¡¯t be as fortunate." With that, Liu Fei turned and left, not sparing Lin Feng another glance. "Yu Hao, what was the point of that?" Yu Hao shook his head and leaped away, never even looking at Lin Feng again. "Boom." Another explosion rang out, and another deep sword mark appeared before Lin Feng. "Consider yourself lucky today, but if I catch you annoying Liu Fei again, I will kill you," Yu Hao''s voice echoed from afar. Lin Feng stood motionless. Even as the fierce sword qi exploded before him, he didn¡¯t flinch. Liu Fei thought she was strong, but she wanted to kill him just because he had stayed a while in the Xian Tian Hot Springs. Yu Hao was an inner disciple, powerful and with no reason to spare him. He nearly killed him on the spot. In this world, Lin Feng truly experienced what it meant that the strong rule the weak. "Yu Hao, the moment I step into the Spirit Martial Realm, that will be the moment I use your life to baptize my sword." Lin Feng cast a deep glance at the two sword marks on the ground, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. Then, he turned and walked away. He was confident that with his talent, that day would come, and it wouldn''t be long.