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Wang Yuexin and Yan Xing were being carried back to Baixian Pavilion. Upon arriving at Baixian Pavilion, they realized that they were not the only ones being brought back; there were several others as well. Baixian Pavilion had a Leisure Room, typically used by cultured cultivators for tea, reading, and appreciating art, but it had now turned into a temporary treatment room.
Some guests who had been injured during the competition were receiving treatment here before returning to their rooms to rest. Of course, the medical fees were quite high. Wang Yuexin and Yan Xing were seriously injured, suffering both internal and external wounds.
The healer at Baixian Pavilion was a junior Dan Master capable of refining Fifth-Rank Pills, indicating the significant background of Baixian Pavilion. After some treatment, Yan Xing and Wang Yuexin showed temporary improvement.
The five returned to their room. Xu Feng pondered for a long time before suddenly saying, “I will escort you out of Xian City. Head west and avoid Qinghua Gang and Wan Jian Sect.”
Yan Gao knew that Xu Feng and Ming Yi had long planned to leave with New Moon Sect, and time was pressing. If all three left, the two injured individuals would be left vulnerable; not just Qinghua Gang, but even any random wandering cultivator could take their lives.
Though Xu Feng and Yan Gao were also injured, they felt uneasy at Xu Feng's suggestion and replied in unison, “Alright, let’s go now.”
Wang Yuexin and Yan Xing understood the urgency of the situation and did not hesitate further. The five of them packed very little; they carried Wang Yuexin and Yan Xing out of Baixian Pavilion and disappeared into the night.
They quickly exited the city, where they encountered some herdsmen. Xu Feng asked them for four horses and a cart. Using two of the horses, they fashioned a cart to place Yan Xing and Wang Yuexin inside. Xu Feng and Xufeng each mounted a horse to act as guards while Yan Gao drove the cart, racing westward.
The cart had barely traveled five miles when eight riders caught up from behind. They were dressed like cultivators, with swords at their sides.
“You all go ahead,” Xu Feng turned his horse around. “Don’t wait for me.”
Xufeng knew about Xu Feng's impressive Archery Skills and was not worried. The four exchanged glances before spurring their horses onward.
Xu Feng drew his heavy sword as his steed kicked its hooves in the night wind. As the eight riders approached, Xu Feng suddenly decided to make a joke and shouted loudly, “This road is mine; this tree is mine. If you want to pass this road, leave behind some toll!”
Seeing someone blocking their path, the eight riders understood that the newcomer meant trouble. The leader, an older man in his fifties, whispered something to another rider beside him. That rider nodded in response before turning to lead three others down a different path.
“Don’t rush; you haven’t paid yet,” Xu Feng said as he struck his heavy sword against his horse's belly without showing anger. As the four riders drew closer, Xu Feng’s heavy sword suddenly transformed into a light golden short bow.
A cultivator from the Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement, who was walking ahead, had been on guard but still couldn't evade the attack. He felt a flash of golden light and fell off his horse. After dismounting, he hurriedly groped around and finally found a bloody hole in his chest. It was as if he had discovered the answer to life, and he smiled inexplicably before becoming motionless.
The other three, seeing this, quickly drew their swords and retreated. The cultivators, still in the Spirit Light state of mind, understood that an enemy capable of shooting down a companion with a single arrow would not be easy to deal with. Moreover, with He Tanshu present, it was better to leave such a blatant opportunity to him.
The elderly He Tanshu was also taken aback and silently considered what would happen if that arrow were aimed at him.
"It seems you are the one who killed six disciples of the Qinghua Gang?" He Tanshu said coldly.
"Actually, it was seven," Xu Feng replied without hesitation, glancing at the recently shot-down Qinghua Gang disciple. "I passed through here; this road is mine. If you want to cross without paying, you really don't take me seriously."
"Arrogant." He Tanshu finally drew his sword and charged toward Xu Feng. As soon as He Tanshu moved, the remaining seven soldiers quickly mounted their horses and surrounded him.
"Seven Wounds!" Xu Feng leaped backward, already dismounted. Golden light flashed in the sky as seven beams of light shot out in seven directions. This time, however, they were aimed at the horses rather than the people.
With less than thirty meters between them, as soon as the Seven People moved, Xu Feng's arrows pierced through seven warhorses. The horses let out a mournful cry before collapsing to the ground.
The cultivators on horseback were all experts above the Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement. Losing their mounts during a rapid charge was not a significant issue for them. They gracefully assumed elegant postures as they descended to the ground like white cranes or wild geese. One even performed a 720-degree spin in mid-air before landing with wings spread like a Dapeng.
"Seven Kills!" Xu Feng waited for this moment. As soon as the Seven People touched down, seven points of golden light surged toward their chests. At this moment, their old strength had waned while new strength had yet to arise; there was no way for the Seven People to evade it. A series of sounds echoed as their bodies were pierced through, accompanied by screams of ruptured blood vessels and broken bones.
Among the Seven People, only He Tanshu managed to withstand an arrow due to his formidable strength; the other six all fell to the ground after being struck.
He Tanshu stopped fifteen meters away from Xu Feng, holding a sword in one hand and gripping two powerful Martial Talismans in the other. Around him lay corpses of both men and horses; two were still gasping for breath, moaning like low bass notes in the midnight wind.
He Tanshu was a cultivator at the seventh layer of Refining Qi. If he participated in the advanced group of the Crescent Moon Selection Tournament, he might have been eliminated in the first round. However, since participants were elite cultivators from Liuxiang Kingdom's Refining Qi Stage who would not seek development in a place like Xian City, He Tanshu managed to establish himself as a prominent figure within Xian City with his seventh-layer Refining Qi strength and became a respected altar master in Qinghua Gang.
Of course, if the New Moon Sect wanted to do something in Xian City, they could only obediently play the role of the underdog.
Unexpectedly, the one who made He Tanshu look so disheveled was a young man under twenty, whose strength was only at the Refining Qi Second Layer. The only explanation for this phenomenon could be that the bow was not a magical artifact, but rather a spiritual weapon.
The more He Tanshu thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. His eyes began to shine brighter, and soon there was a glint of greed in them. This was a spiritual weapon! With it, advancing through the Refining Qi Stage would be a breeze.
Xu Feng, however, had no idea what He Tanshu was thinking. All he knew was that this man had to die; every enemy who had seen him shoot an arrow had to die. Otherwise, it might just be him who would end up dead.
He Tanshu had just taken an arrow from Xu Feng. It was already unlikely that he could kill him with a single shot unless he stood still and let him shoot.
From the previous arrow, He Tanshu had also gauged Xu Feng's Arrow Force. A mid-level Refining Qi cultivator would have almost no chance to fight back. Fortunately, he was at the seventh layer of Refining Qi, which placed him in the late stages of Refining Qi. This difference in layers secured his advantageous position. He Tanshu wore a sinister smile as he looked at Xu Feng's "spiritual bow," and his smile gradually transformed into one of confident determination.
With a beaming smile, He Tanshu charged again. As his sword energy surged, the last warhorse standing between them turned into flesh and blood. Without the warhorse, even if this Refining Qi Second Layer cultivator had two more legs, he wouldn't escape.
He Tanshu's smile grew wider as he envisioned himself wielding the spiritual bow, shooting and killing Yang Chenglin, the leader of Qinghua Gang, then taking over the leader's throne and enjoying endless nights of revelry with the four beautiful attendants left behind by Yang.
However, his beautiful dream was soon shattered by harsh reality.
A burst of golden light shot towards him, countless arrows flying through the air—definitely not just one. Clang! Clang! Clang! With his seventh layer of Refining Qi strength, He Tanshu managed to deflect four arrows, but he could no longer block the others.
Looking at the six bloody holes all over his body, He Tanshu finally counted them: ten arrows in total.
One bow, ten arrows!
What kind of Archery Skills were these? He Tanshu let out a bitter laugh before crashing to the ground. This time, however, his smile was no longer bright or beautiful; a Sad Arrow pierced through his mouth and shattered his entire face.
"One arrow can't kill you, so why wouldn't I shoot a few more?" Xu Feng looked at He Tanshu's corpse and recalled the math teacher who was particularly caring towards female students during his school days.
The next steps were much easier; Xu Feng was already quite experienced.
He took the storage bags and weapons from the eight people, then dragged the eight bodies and nine horses to one place and opened a bottle of Corpse Dissolving Water...
Three hours later, Xufeng met Xu Feng at Baixian Pavilion.
"Where is Yan Gao?" Xu Feng asked.
"He’s not going to New Moon Sect anymore. He’s staying with Yan Xing and Wang Yuexin. From the moment Yan Xing was eliminated, I knew he wouldn't go to New Moon Sect; they are brothers," Xufeng sighed.
Xufeng didn't ask about the pursuers from Qinghua Gang. Since Xu Feng had returned, it meant some people wouldn’t be coming back. Considering they still needed to go to New Moon Sect tomorrow, the two chatted for a bit before Xufeng went back to his room.
After Xufeng left, Xu Feng took out the eight storage bags and began to inspect the spoils.
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