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Emerging from Consort Zhu Lin, Xu Feng unleashed his Flying Sword and arrived at Explorer Town in just a few minutes. Here, there was a Spirit Beast Car heading to Xianxia City. For over two months, Xu Feng had refrained from cultivating in the wild; this place was unfamiliar to him, and who knew how good the security was.
A cloud drifted overhead, and when Xu Feng looked up, he felt as if someone was watching him, yet he could see nothing.
Today, the Spirit Beast Cars in Explorer Town were surprisingly scarce. After a long wait, he finally spotted one, but it took off without stopping, already booked by someone else. Xu Feng spent the entire morning waiting without being able to depart and ultimately decided to run back on foot like he did before; after all, it was less than a hundred thousand miles away—he had gotten used to running.
At Xu Feng's speed, if he used the Wings of the Strange Dragon along the way, he could reach Xianxia City in no more than two hours.
That night, with the moon hidden and the wind howling, Xu Feng flew to an uninhabited mountainous area. Just as he was about to summon the Wings of the Strange Dragon for a quick journey, he suddenly felt as if his mind had been struck by a wave. He then saw Cai Shujun perched on a tree, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Not good!" Xu Feng quickly steadied his mind. He had suffered from such soul attacks before at Demon Ridge by a Demon Cultivator. "Someone is attempting a soul attack on me."
"Huh?" A figure emerged from nearby open ground without hiding his presence. Xu Feng seemed unable to see him. This person wore a Purple Robe and was one of the Guardians of Purple Cloud Sect—Yang Wei.
Yang Wei had been following Xu Feng since he left Consort Zhu Lin. Qiao Li had already issued orders that as soon as Xu Feng exited Consort Zhu Lin, someone must be sent to kill him. Given Xu Feng's strength, this glorious task fell upon Yang Wei, the Protector.
Under Purple Cloud Sect's arrangement, all Spirit Beast Cars heading to Explorer Town were booked up, forcing Xu Feng to rely solely on his Flying Sword and creating an opportunity for an ambush.
Yang Wei muttered incantations while Xu Feng swayed back and forth under his spell but remained upright.
Yang Wei continued reciting his incantation wearily. He firmly believed that in just a few more minutes, this person would go mad. He had driven several Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators insane before; this was his killing technique—Sorrowful Technique. Yang Wei had relied on this Sorrowful Technique to defeat many strong opponents and rise to become a Guardian of Purple Cloud Sect.
This cultivation method possessed demonic attributes; Yang Wei dared not reveal it publicly and only used it slightly during battles to affect his opponent's performance, allowing him to triumph with conventional martial skills.
In this desolate place where no one would come at nightfall, Yang Wei could use it openly; no one would check for the use of demonic cultivation methods at such an hour.
However, ten minutes passed, and despite Yang Wei's efforts with the Sorrowful Technique, Xu Feng remained unaffected by Sadness. He was like a leaf on turbulent waters—always on the verge of sinking but never going under.
Finally, Yang Wei was exhausted. The Sorrowful Technique was a mental cultivation method that consumed a lot of mental energy. Yang Wei gritted his teeth and persisted for half the time, exhausting himself greatly.
When Yang Wei stopped, he saw Xu Feng also cease his swaying and, strangely, smile at him. Yang Wei felt a deep sense of unease; damn it, he had miscalculated. This bastard wasn't afraid of mental attacks and had been playing him all along.
Yang Wei quickly realized Xu Feng's intentions and was so angry he nearly spat blood.
"Exhausted?" Xu Feng teased.
With a "pfft," Yang Wei finally couldn't hold back anymore. The combination of anger and excessive energy consumption made him spit out a mouthful of blood.
Things were not going well; Yang Wei had suffered a silent loss.
Xu Feng was sweating, having also consumed quite a bit of mental energy. Yang Wei's Soul Power was surprisingly much stronger than his own, which was extremely rare among cultivators. After practicing the Soul Cultivation Chapter, Xu Feng's Soul Power was equivalent to four times that of an ordinary person, yet Yang Wei was even more powerful. If Xu Feng weren't from the same path, he would have surely been rendered foolish.
The Purple Cloud Sect's cultivation methods from the demon clan indeed had their secrets.
Xu Feng's Outsider's Demonic Melody had only reached the stage of Demonic Laughter, allowing him to easily massacre those at the Golden Core Stage but unable to harm Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. In contrast, Yang Wei's Sorrowful Technique could attack those at the Nascent Soul Stage.
Hmm, good stuff; I like it. Xu Feng didn't hide his ulterior motives at all.
With one failed attack, Yang Wei had no choice but to resort to physical strikes.
With a clang, Yang Wei drew two Superior Magical Artifacts—a sword and a knife—ready for dual strikes. This was his signature move; there were very few in the Purple Cloud Sect who could surpass him with both blade and sword combined. Coupled with his Mental Attack, below Qiao Li, there were no rivals.
Having seen Xu Feng use the Five Element Needle Technique and Water and Fire Duality Technique, Yang Wei knew Xu Feng had the strength to kill those at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. Therefore, he unleashed all his power right from the start, combining his knife and sword in an attempt to overwhelm Xu Feng.
However, Xu Feng had no intention of blocking at all.
When Yang Wei unleashed his sword and knife, Xu Feng's Azure Dragon Whip had already struck. This was yet another Superior Magical Artifact that Yang Wei had never seen before.
There was no time to drool; Yang Wei wielded both weapons, accurately intertwining them to trap the neck of the Azure Dragon Whip, transforming it from a playful dragon into a snake.
Yang Wei laughed heartily, realizing that this trip was not in vain. There were treasures aplenty on this child; he was about to strike it rich.
While suppressing the Azure Dragon Whip, Yang Wei remained vigilant against Xu Feng's Five Element Needle Technique, his feet moving swiftly as he closed in on Xu Feng.
"Die," Xu Feng said, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly, a circle of sword light burst forth from the night sky, and eighteen Medium Quality Swords buzzed as they spun, resembling a swarm of frenzied bees that descended upon the bewildered Yang Wei.
With one sword controlling the Azure Dragon Whip, Yang Wei drew his knife and barely managed to block two strikes. However, a Flying Sword pierced through him, turning him into a beehive of wounds.
Yang Wei fell to the ground, raising a finger to point at Xu Feng, wanting something but unable to utter a word. His eyes were filled with regret; this lucrative job had been snatched from Yang She, and he had thought it would be easy money. Little did he know…
Xu Feng's face turned pale. After modifying the Gale Sword Formation, its power had greatly increased but so had its energy consumption. Although he succeeded with one strike, it felt as if he himself had been drained.
Yang Wei's Yuan Ying hid within his body, refusing to emerge. Xu Feng raised his Blazing Blade and hacked at Yang Wei's flesh until it was shredded. Only then did the Yuan Ying escape from his body, and Xu Feng swiftly captured and sealed it.
Quickly collecting Yang Wei's belongings, Xu Feng unleashed the Wings of the Strange Dragon and flapped them vigorously, soaring away like a shooting star.
Two Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators arrived but only caught a glimpse of Xu Feng's distant figure and couldn't help but sigh: so fast!
Killing and fleeing was Xu Feng's specialty; it was how he made his name. The Wings of the Strange Dragon consumed spiritual energy, yet Xu Feng could still sustain himself. He flew over three thousand miles in one breath before stopping in an uninhabited area to rest for half an hour. When he took off again, this time using Spreading the Azure Dragon Wings, he flew until dawn before finally stopping and switching to Flying Sword.
After flying tirelessly through the night at eight thousand miles per hour for five hours, by dawn he was already over forty thousand miles away. Unless Qiao Li from the Divine Separation Stage came after him, those at the Nascent Soul Stage wouldn't even catch a glimpse of Xu Feng's shadow.
This is no longer Explorer Town, nor is it within the influence of the Purple Cloud Sect.
Xu Feng has witnessed Qiao Li's Purple Hand Seal. A cultivator at the Divine Separation Stage possesses unfathomable strength, far beyond what he can contend with at present. The sudden appearance of the purple hand left Xu Feng feeling helpless, as if facing an irresistible force.
Years ago, the Lord of Fragrance used this very technique to bring Huo Jinxing, a Divine Separation Stage cultivator, to his knees in desperation. While Qiao Li's Purple Hand Seal cannot be compared to the Lord of Fragrance's, it would be more than enough to deal with someone like Xu Feng—one slap could easily eliminate ten of him.
Xu Feng flew through the night, exhausting a great deal of spiritual energy. After switching to the Flying Sword, the burden was alleviated. He did not stop even to glance at Yang Wei's ring, quickly soaring through the sky.
The speed of the Flying Sword is far inferior to that of the Wings of the Strange Dragon, but it consumes much less spiritual energy. For Xu Feng, it was akin to taking a leisurely stroll; during the time he flew on the Flying Sword, he could use Five Elements Power to recover from his internal exhaustion.
Many cultivators were also traveling in the sky; most were either broke or low-level local cultivators. There were not many at the Nascent Soul Stage, and as they brushed past Xu Feng, none sought trouble with him. Higher up in the sky, those riding Spirit Beast Cars occasionally glanced at Xu Feng with expressions of disdain and contempt.
Xu Feng ran tirelessly and consumed over a hundred Sixth-Level Elixirs before finally recovering his energy.
That night, Xu Feng summoned his Wings of the Strange Dragon once more and soared into the clouds, flapping his wings at maximum speed. The wind rushed past his ears, and the floating clouds were like silk—everything felt ephemeral.
He raced through the skies.
By the next morning, Xianxia City was already in sight. Covering eighty thousand miles, Xu Feng arrived in just two hours—indeed, this was a speed born out of desperation.
Switching back to his Flying Sword, he landed outside the city in just a few breaths.
Upon entering Xianxia City, Xu Feng bought two sets of clothes at a low-grade magical artifact shop: one gray and one purple. He immediately changed out of his black attire into the gray outfit and burned the black clothes.
The black outfit was stained with too much blood from Purple Cloud Sect cultivators; many traces were difficult to remove. It was better to burn it completely to prevent any clues leading back to him by the Purple Cloud Sect.
Now that he had killed another Guardian from the Purple Cloud Sect, this enmity was firmly established.
Xu Feng returned to the New Dragon Gate Inn, where an oblivious fellow had opened a New Dragon Gate Inn in Longmen Town. After the big shots from Xianxia City arrived, they could only use the name New Dragon Gate Inn. The New Dragon Gate Inn in Longmen Town mysteriously closed its doors three hundred years ago, and no one knows why. Perhaps someone does know, but they are unwilling to share.
This largest inn in Xianxia City indeed had its own ways. Xu Feng had stayed here ten years ago, and the Welcoming at the entrance actually recognized him.
The Welcoming was a female cultivator who was... not unattractive at all. Upon seeing Xu Feng approach, she immediately broke into a bright smile and said, "Senior, welcome back! I still remember you; you were in room 95."
Xu Feng broke into a sweat; 95 was his room number at the New Dragon Gate Inn, and it was also Stephen Chow's number in Washington.
"Do you still want room 95? We've kept it for you all this time," she added with a lie that was impossible to get angry about. As if they had really kept it for him; it just happened to be vacant.
"Just give me room 007," Xu Feng said. He was a frequent guest on the run, and 007 suited him well.
Xu Feng happily received his room 007 and became a proud Modern Clerk agent.
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