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The body of Qi Renfu had already stiffened, and the crowd hiding around did not dare to come out and take advantage. No one wanted to be the first to act; everyone wanted to be the last little bird to benefit.
The atmosphere was tense as night fell.
In the darkness, Xu Feng organized the storage bags he had obtained, preparing to set out again. The four storage bags left by the Wan Jian Sect contained little, totaling only about one hundred thousand spirit stones. However, there were some herbs that Xu Feng had not collected. The Guiyi Sect's member was slightly wealthier, possessing fifty thousand spirit stones alone, which was just average among Foundation Establishment Practitioners.
Xu Feng extended his spiritual sense to feel the movements around him. The night was quiet, making it easier to detect subtle sounds. In the distance, there were noises of cultivators moving about; this was normal as they were getting closer to the center, where they would inevitably encounter more people.
After confirming that no one was nearby, Xu Feng activated the Wings of the Strange Dragon and leaped lightly into the air. After reaching Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage, Xu Feng's flying ability had greatly improved; with a single push, he could soar ten zhang away, fast and effortless, hovering about ten meters above the treetops, appearing as if he were flying atop the tree tips.
This time, Xu Feng's flight direction was towards the central It Mountain Temple.
Half-Dead Bao's intentional concealment forced Xu Feng to prepare more thoroughly. There were certainly a few from various sects who did not need to gather herbs but were specifically responsible for obtaining It Mountain Spring. If nothing unexpected happened, some people must have already arrived at It Mountain Temple by now, preparing for competition.
The distance from the outskirts to the center was only fifty miles. A typical Foundation Establishment Practitioner could reach it in less than an hour at full speed. However, in the jungle, every step was fraught with danger; no one dared to rush blindly.
With Sky on his body and a broad field of vision, Xu Feng's landing points varied greatly, making it difficult for outsiders to launch effective attacks against him. The Wings of the Strange Dragon flapped continuously as Xu Feng swiftly flew through the air.
Half an hour later, a grand jade hall came into view.
Outside the hall was a circular plaza measuring one hundred meters in length and width, paved with large pieces of jade. The main hall stood in the center, making the entire It Mountain Temple appear as if it were carved from a massive piece of jade.
The hall had three levels, with a finely crafted large door tightly closed. Surrounding it was a flowing glow of spiritual energy and an aura reminiscent of powerful magic swords that deterred anyone from approaching.
Xu Feng landed on a tree three hundred meters away, retracting his wings and quietly observing the movements around It Mountain Temple.
Indeed, sounds emerged from the surrounding forest; several people had arrived here before Xu Feng. However, since everyone came for It Mountain Temple and did not know each other's strength, no one dared to act rashly.
A Black-Clad Monk walked alone into the square, tapping on the jade stones on the ground as if testing their quality.
"Disciple of Black Wind Stronghold?" Xu Feng recognized the monk as one of the seven cultivators brought by Half-Dead Bao.
On the left side of the square, a disciple from Wuhua Island was circling around the temple, occasionally leaping high to try and see inside the second and third floors through the windows. However, the windows only had small ventilation holes, making it impossible to see anything inside.
The two occasionally crossed paths in the square but remained surprisingly calm, showing no signs of aggression, as if they were merely strangers meeting by chance.
Soon, a female disciple from New Moon Sect entered the square; it was Duan Shu from Mistaken Sword Hall. Despite her delicate appearance, she had an unexpectedly bold demeanor and walked directly to the stone door of the main hall, reaching out to press against it.
With a crackle, a flash of electricity surged in front of the door, sending Duan Shu flying back. She rolled on the ground but quickly got back up, seemingly unhurt. The other two looked at Duan Shu, their expressions a mix of mockery and pity.
Duan Shu made a helpless gesture towards the forest, as if to inform someone hidden there that the stone door's defenses were too strong to breach.
Xu Feng watched from a distance, unsure whether Cai Shujun or Huang Chang was hiding in the woods, or if there were even more powerful beings present. It was clear that none of the three had come here alone and each had their own motives; they would not act recklessly.
After a long while without any new cultivators joining them, Xu Feng summoned Wings of the Strange Dragon and quietly flew away from It Mountain Temple.
From what he observed, both New Moon Sect and Wuhua Island had already stationed strong fighters at It Mountain Temple. Surprisingly, Black Wind Stronghold had also infiltrated; Half-Dead Bao must have communicated important matters to his disciples before entering the Otherworldly Secret Realm.
As he flew back, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, with distant Slaughtering Sounds growing more intense and brutal. It was destined to be a bloody night.
Twenty miles north of It Mountain Temple, Xu Feng stopped and concealed himself among the leaves using his wings. Fifty meters ahead, four disciples from New Moon Sect surrounded a cultivator from Wan Jian Sect.
Wan Jian Sect had been eliminated early in the Immortal Path Conference; aside from Gao Jingsong, Xu Feng hardly recognized anyone else. Most of those he did know had been killed by him, such as Li Chang and Guo Xiangqian.
The monk dressed in the robes of the Wan Jian Sect was tall and thin. Despite being surrounded, he showed no signs of panic. In contrast, the four disciples of the New Moon Sect exchanged anxious glances, clearly unsettled and tense.
Xu Feng looked at the Skinny High Monk and suddenly felt a familiar yet strange sensation rise in his heart. "Could it be...?"
The Skinny High Monk's previously empty hands suddenly produced a sword.
The Superior Spirit Sword!
How could this possibly be a disciple of the Wan Jian Sect? Even the elders of the Wan Jian Sect might not possess a Superior Spirit Sword.
As the Skinny High Monk drew his sword, the four members of the New Moon Sect were powerless to resist and retreated. With each two steps back, one fell dead. The last one, sensing danger, stopped retreating and turned to flee.
However, he hadn't run ten steps when a beam of sword light shot forth, pinning him against a nearby tree. His head tilted, and he died.
With the Superior Spirit Sword, he killed one person every two steps; his swordsmanship was swift and fierce. "So it turns out to be him... them."
Xu Feng's heart suddenly brightened. This Skinny High Monk was strikingly similar to the Calm Monk from Guiyi Sect who had previously killed four members of the Wan Jian Sect—his equipment, sword techniques, and demeanor were remarkably alike. This level of skill was not inferior even when facing Hua Du.
Who were these two? Were there any other companions? Who was orchestrating this game?
"Come out! Whether you come out or not, I will kill you; you can't escape," the Skinny High Monk called towards Xu Feng's hiding place.
Indeed impressive; he had detected Xu Feng's presence. Xu Feng drew his Surging Phoenix Sword.
"Who are you?" A shadow leaped out before Xu Feng could respond. It was Kong Rinjia from Wuhua Island.
Xu Fengxin relaxed slightly. Even at a distance of fifty meters in the dark, if one could still spot themselves, that would be impressive. Fortunately, it was Kong Rinjia who was discovered.
"Wu Shi, I've seen your match. You were eliminated in the First Round of the Immortal Path Conference. I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. Who exactly are you?" Kong Rinjia shouted loudly.
"Knowing you can't escape, do you want to die understanding?" Skinny High Monk scoffed. "I just don't have time to waste on you. Why should I waste my breath on a dead man?"
"Arrogant." Although Kong Rinjia was affected by the words, he still mustered the courage to charge forward.
Skinny High Monk snorted coldly, swinging his sword to deflect Kong Rinjia's blade as if it were made of tofu. Then, with another strike, he sliced open Kong Rinjia's abdomen. Kong Rinjia's half-drawn sword grazed Skinny High Monk's neck but failed to injure him. A slight miscalculation led to a significant loss.
Kong Rinjia was still screaming on the ground when Skinny High Monk followed up with a kick, crushing Kong Rinjia's skull.
At the moment of Kong Rinjia's death, Xu Feng drew his sword in a flash. The fiery red sword energy shot through the air towards Skinny High Monk. Caught off guard, Skinny High Monk turned and raised his sword to block.
With a loud crash, Skinny High Monk was sent flying and crashed into a tree ten meters away before rolling onto the ground.
Xu Feng rushed over immediately, but Skinny High Monk surprisingly got up from the ground unscathed, brushing off the dust from his clothes and saying, "Not bad, really not bad. If I hadn't blocked it in a hurry, you might have actually hurt me."
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