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Xu Feng had just left for less than two minutes when a Black-Clad Monk appeared at the scene of the battle. This person only possessed the strength of a Golden Core Mid-Stage, with a pale face and eyes glowing faintly green.
The black-clad figure twitched his nose, his crimson tongue flicking through the air, revealing a look of surprise as he thought, "The Yuan Ying hasn't been destroyed; could it have been collected? I've come too late again." The black-clad figure quietly followed the direction Xu Feng had taken.
Xu Feng flew for fifty miles in one breath, confirming that no one was following him before stopping. He created a large hole behind a concealed mountain and crawled inside, setting up a simple invisibility formation outside. This formation was the Rock Formation used during his Foundation Establishment, which provided minimal protection for Xu Feng now but mainly served as an early warning.
Suddenly, Xiang Xiao cast a Zhang Bao talisman. Xu Feng was caught off guard and struck directly. If it weren't for the Lingxi Armor protecting him, he would have been severely injured or even killed. Sitting in the cave, Xu Feng took several Sixth Level Healing Pills. His injuries were not severe, and he recovered to his previous state in no time.
After this attack, Xu Feng gained a more accurate understanding of the protective capabilities of the Lingxi Armor. It could easily withstand a bare-handed strike from a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, and its maximum limit was to block an attack from a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator using an Inferior Magical Artifact. If struck by Xiang Xiao's Medium-Grade Magic Luo Staff, Xu Feng would still be in danger of losing his life.
Once he had healed, Xu Feng opened Xiang Xiao's Spatial Ring. This ring was similar to Xiang Ge's and was about the size of a football field. Xu Feng had obtained countless High-Quality Spirit Stones in the Azure Dragon Mountain Range and was worried about where to store them, so he transferred the spirit stones into this ring, freeing up space in the Blazing Heart Ring that Jin Liaoyuan had left him.
The Nine Dragon Pool was notorious in Liuxiang Kingdom but ranked as a low-tier sect in Zheguo, failing to make it into the top hundred. Xu Feng couldn't find any introduction to Nine Dragon Pool in his notes. Although Nine Dragon Pool was slightly larger than Sinking Sand Valley, it remained an unknown sect among the strong contenders in Zheguo.
Xiang Xiao's family background was slightly inferior to Xiang Ge's, consisting of Eight Hundred Thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, two Inferior Magical Artifacts, one Medium-Grade Mora Staff, and some miscellaneous pills with little value. The only thing that satisfied Xu Feng was that there were also two attack-type Treasure Talismans; these disposable items could still serve as life-saving tools in critical moments.
Additionally, there was a half-foot-long black Short Staff that caught Xu Feng's attention. This Short Staff was neither metal nor wood; its material was indiscernible. When pressed down on forcefully, it bent but quickly returned to its original shape. The bottom of the Short Staff was cut smoothly while the front tapered off, resembling a segment of a branch that had been chopped off. Xu Feng couldn't understand its significance; it seemed somewhat extraordinary but wasn't particularly valuable; otherwise, Xiang Xiao would have sold it long ago.
Xu Feng picked up Xiang Xiao's Mora Staff and gently wiped away all residual energy from it. Now adept at refining magical artifacts, this medium-grade artifact required little effort to refine. With his spiritual power enveloping it, within half an hour, the Mora Staff was completely refined.
Xu Feng tossed the Mora Staff to Ultraman and retrieved the Inferior Sword that Ultraman had previously used. With this Medium-Grade Magic Luo Staff, Ultraman's attacking power increased significantly.
With Xiang Xiao dead at his hands again, he had truly offended Nine Dragon Pool. The core of Nine Dragon Pool consisted of nine experts at the Divine Separation Stage known collectively as the Nine Dragons. Although they could only be considered a rural gang in Zheguo, they were not something Xu Feng could contend with at present. Cultivators installed Soul Stones within their sects; once they died, their sect would quickly be informed.
Xu Feng did not know the exact location of Nine Dragon Pool. Although he had already escaped fifty miles away, he still felt uncertain and decided to take some time to rest before preparing to flee as far as possible.
The formation outside the cave emitted a faint sound, and Xu Feng's eyes narrowed; someone had breached the formation.
Xu Feng waved his hand lightly, and Ultraman vanished. In the next moment, a figure clad in black, the White-Faced Monk, appeared inside the cave—he was the Weird Monk who had been tracking Xu Feng.
"Heh heh." The Weird Monk let out a strange laugh. Before Xu Feng could clearly see his face, he was jolted by this eerie sound, as if someone had struck him hard in the chest, leaving him feeling uncomfortable.
"Heh heh heh." The Weird Monk continued to cackle, his ghastly green eyes making him appear extremely sinister.
"This is bad." Xu Feng finally regained his composure and realized that this was the Weird Monk's Mental Attack. Noticing that the monk only possessed Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivation, which should have been insignificant, Xu Feng was shocked to find that the opponent could use Mental Attack techniques to directly assault his soul. Could it be that this bizarre person would defeat him despite being at a lower level? Since his reincarnation, Xu Feng had always been the one to overpower others of higher levels; he never expected to be attacked by someone like this.
A blurred scene invaded Xu Feng's soul: Cai Shujun stood at the edge of a cliff, her face filled with despair. Her snow-white dress was stained red with blood, and Hua Qian Zhi, with a twisted expression, pointed a sword at Cai Shujun and swung it down...
Pfft! Xu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, the Weird Monk's eyes glowed even brighter with green light. "Heh heh, heh heh heh..."
Cai Shujun was struck by the sword and flew backward, tumbling down the cliff. Xu Feng felt his mind go blank as Cai Shujun's figure rapidly merged with a blinding white light.
This isn't real; it can't be!
Xu Feng shouted loudly, and a gap opened in the mist, revealing Cai Shujun struggling within it. Her face became increasingly clear.
"Eh?" The Weird Monk frowned. Seeing that Xu Feng was about to break free from the illusion, he suddenly grinned widely, exposing his long white teeth as veins bulged on his forehead.
"Hahaha..."
In the mist, Cai Shujun suddenly revealed a strange cold smile and shouted angrily, "Leave! I don't want you to save me, just go!"
"Monster!" Finally regaining consciousness, he threw a punch, and with a bang, Cai Shujun was instantly obliterated.
"Ugh!" The Weird Monk let out a muffled groan as he staggered against the cave wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking at Xu Feng in disbelief.
Xu Feng avoided his gaze as Ultraman appeared out of nowhere, swinging the Mora Staff, which was as thick as a bowl, towards the Weird Monk.
The Weird Monk grinned at Ultraman, "Hah..." However, Ultraman remained oblivious. The Mora Staff continued its momentum, and the Weird Monk was taken by surprise, realizing too late that he couldn't dodge.
Bang! Ultraman's immense power, equivalent to the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul, accurately struck the Weird Monk's waist. The Weird Monk let out a horrific scream as his body was cleaved in two; the upper half fell to the ground, pointing at Ultraman and gasping, "You... you..."
Little did he know that Ultraman was merely a Puppet without a soul; his Mental Attack had no effect on Ultraman whatsoever.
With a thud, the Weird Monk's legs finally collapsed, and simultaneously, he stopped breathing.
Xu Feng had nearly fallen victim to an unexpected Mental Attack and dared not be careless any longer. He stepped forward decisively as the Blazing Blade transformed into a ball of fire and hacked the Weird Monk into pieces.
The remnants of the Weird Monk's Golden Core flickered on the ground. Xu Feng stomped down on it, completely obliterating it.
What on earth is this thing—neither human nor ghost?
On the ground lay a Spatial Ring, shaped like a Skeleton, astonishingly eerie. Xu Feng held it in his hand, a chill seeping into his palm. When he exerted his Fire Elemental Power, that chill dissipated.
To think, he was still being followed.
Xu Feng dared not linger any longer and left the cave, swiftly flying far away.
He flew through the night, traveling eight thousand miles and passing through dozens of villages before finally stopping at a town.
This town was called Baishi Town, much smaller than Xibai City, with only a few hundred households and a population of about ten thousand. Most of the residents were ordinary people, and there was only one inn for cultivators to rest.
Without hesitation, Xu Feng entered the inn and rented a room. Geographically, he had crossed the border from the Tang Kingdom into the Song Kingdom. After rushing nearly ten thousand miles, the Nine Dragon Pool should not be able to find him here so quickly.
Xu Feng released Ultraman and replaced its High-Quality Spirit Stone. Ultraman could only use three moves at a time and required frequent replacements of the High-Quality Spirit Stone. He wondered what those Puppet Masters were thinking; wouldn't it be better if they made the "batteries" larger?
After resting in his room for a while, Xu Feng replenished the energy he had expended throughout the night. New cultivators occasionally checked into the inn, but Xu Feng did not dare to relax. He used his spiritual sense to perceive the incoming guests and found that they were all Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, posing no threat. Only then did he feel at ease and take out the Skeleton Ring.
The Weird Monk had broken through defenses and launched a Mental Attack directly. If it weren't for Xu Feng being from another world with two souls, he might have been killed by the Weird Monk. Mental Attacks are difficult to defend against; no wonder he dared to target me with his Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivation.
Opening the ring revealed a Jade Tablet inside with the words: Demon Ridge inscribed on it.
Demon Ridge? This is a sect renowned alongside Xiaoyao Sect and Pingyang Valley within the Lianyun Mountain Range. Looking at the map, Baishi Town is still at least eighty thousand miles away from Lianyun Mountain Range. Who would have thought that someone from Demon Ridge would appear here? Could he truly be a demon?
Xiaoyao Sect ranks eighteenth in strength within Zheguo, yet Demon Ridge and Pingyang Valley are nowhere near as well-known; it's strange how they are mentioned in the same breath as Xiaoyao Sect.
The space of the Skeleton Ring is not large, similar to that of Jin Liaoyuan. The items inside are not much different from those of ordinary cultivators. This Weird Monk only has the cultivation level of Golden Core Stage, but there are quite a few spirit stones—up to one million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. There are only a dozen or so bottles of pills, and when Xu Feng picks one up, it doesn't seem like the kind of pills commonly used by cultivators. Upon opening the bottle, a strong smell of blood wafts out; these pills are actually refined from blood.
Xu Feng vaguely guesses the identity of this Weird Monk—he is a Demonic Cultivator!
Demonic Cultivators are ruthless and bloodthirsty, using blood to prove their path. It is said that the earliest Demonic Cultivators were once aligned with cultivators, but later they lost their way and became demons, acting without reason or distinction between right and wrong, relying solely on their nature. Due to their countless murders and notorious reputation, they were classified as part of the demonic path by cultivators and became associated with the demon race.
Over time, many failed cultivators who fell into madness and underwent drastic changes in character also joined the demon race. After countless years of evolution, the demon race became a distinct faction with powerful strength, no longer inferior to cultivators. The enmity between the two factions has been a long-standing theme in Modern Clerk.
On the Treasure Rack, there are several Medium-Grade Magical Artifacts. Strangely enough, he hasn't used any of them. Xu Feng actually hopes he would use these treasures; if that were the case, he could easily defeat him with just a few slaps.
Next to the magical artifacts are two Martial Arts Manuals. Xu Feng glances at them and can't help but gasp in shock.
One is titled "Soul Refining Technique," and the other is "Outsider's Demonic Melody."
Indeed, they are two heretical demonic cultivation methods.
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