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Xu Feng matched the speed of the pursuers behind him with his Flying Sword, making it difficult to shake them off. The Purple Cloud Sect followed closely, seemingly aware of his destination. When Xu Feng left the Wan Jian Sect years ago, he was also closely tracked, with the pursuers using Azure Wind Beasts. The tracking techniques of Modern Clerks were numerous, and it was normal to lock onto someone, especially when a high-level individual was pursuing a lower-level one; within a certain range, spiritual awareness could easily sense them.
Xu Feng led the members of the Purple Cloud Sect in circles for thousands of miles. To intercept him, Yang She divided his thirteen swordsmen into four groups of three, distributing them across areas centered around Peach Blossom Village.
This method proved effective. During the fifth lap, Xu Feng finally encountered one of the groups. The three members did not take Yang She’s words seriously and charged at him without hesitation.
Xu Feng had no trouble dispatching the three of them. However, with Big White around and so many eyes watching, releasing the Wings of the Strange Dragon had already driven the opponents mad. Using other magical treasures would surely attract more enemies. He quickly took out a stack of Medium-Grade Talismans and threw several at them, causing the three to jump around in panic and scream.
These Treasure Talismans were partly taken from other cultivators and partly purchased by selling magical treasures; in any case, they were ill-gotten symbols.
The three from the Purple Cloud Sect were overwhelmed by the attacks of the Treasure Talismans but were overjoyed at the same time. This guy was wealthy! So many Treasure Talismans! They had to capture him; after seizing his belongings, he would be left with nothing—just a poor fool.
Under the assault of the Treasure Talismans, Xu Feng easily broke through the encirclement. The three did not want to report back to Yang She but were also wary that Xu Feng might have more Treasure Talismans; they dared not charge too fiercely and only followed from a distance.
Xu Feng continued to circle with these three tails until he encountered another trio as night finally fell.
The six gathered together and surrounded Xu Feng, with someone in the middle sending a Messaging Talisman to Yang She.
Seeing that the situation was about right, Xu Feng's gaze turned cold as he slowed down abruptly, allowing the six to encircle him. This time, Xu Feng had learned his lesson; he had observed his surroundings early on, and with Sky on him, Yang She could not ambush him again.
"Hand over your Spatial Ring, and we won’t kill you."
"Yes, our Vice Sect Master has high hopes for you. As long as you behave and listen to us, we will still be fellow sect members. First, hand over your money..."
"Those wings of yours are nice; why not give them to me? I’ll help you out in return and protect you in the future."
Several cultivators from the Purple Cloud Sect spoke in unison to trick Xu Feng into giving up his magical treasures before making their move to avoid damaging them. Their expressions were sincere and heart-wrenching; if outsiders saw this scene, they might think these were just a few kind-hearted individuals trying to persuade a wayward youth to turn back.
As they wished, Xu Feng released his Wings of the Strange Dragon. The purple wings fluttered in the night breeze, exuding swirling spiritual energy.
"You have so many people, who should I give it to?" Xu Feng lightly tapped the Blackstone Shield with the Blazing Blade.
"Don't be fooled, kill him first!" The six could no longer hold back and attacked, the Purple Cloud Six Swords striking like a thunderstorm at the Peach Blossom Inn, with six swords encircling from different directions.
Xu Feng did not dare to be careless. As soon as the six moved, his Wings of the Strange Dragon flapped, creating a strong gust of wind that sent him plummeting downwards, allowing him to slip through from below and dart away.
However, this flight was not very fast; one of the cultivators among the six, who was slightly quicker, managed to catch up to Xu Feng, closing the distance to just a hundred meters.
"Good timing!" This was exactly what Xu Feng wanted. There is nothing in the world that is completely identical; these people's speeds must vary. As they chased him, their formation shifted from a circle to a straight line, turning Xu Feng's confrontation into one-on-one encounters.
"You must be injured now, no more Treasure Talismans left, huh? Hahaha." The cultivator seemed to sense Xu Feng's weakness. Being the fastest among them, he fantasized about being the first to capture Xu Feng and pocket some loot. After all, Xu Feng had previously used a large number of Treasure Talismans; anyone would think similarly. Who has that much money for a Medium-Grade Talisman costing three hundred thousand?
Xu Feng controlled his speed to gradually lead that person out of sight from the other five.
"Please—don't—kill—me—" Xu Feng stopped in the sky and dejectedly pleaded with the pursuing cultivator.
"Uh..." The cultivator was taken aback; he never expected the arrogant Xu Feng would beg for mercy.
Seeing Xu Feng looking pitiful after having killed their comrades and being relentlessly pursued by the Purple Cloud Sect made him feel somewhat sympathetic. It wasn't easy being out in the world; as a Golden Core Cultivator, being chased by so many Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators without any friends around was tough. Others wanted his money and his life; sigh, this Xu Feng really had a hard life.
Thinking this way, the cultivator couldn't help but feel melancholic. Everyone was seeking immortality and enlightenment; why should immortals make things difficult for each other?
Suddenly, two golden blades pierced through his chest, leaving two transparent holes.
"You... you are a demon... cultivator." The fastest pursuer met his end even faster. Under the dual attack of Sorrowful Technique's high-grade flying knives, he barely managed to utter those few words before collapsing like a withered yellow leaf.
The Dark Realm of Sorrowful Technique is meant to bring one's emotions down into despair and disappointment. In such a mindset, when Xu Feng unleashed his flying knives, they struck true. Yang Wei had relied on his entry-level Sorrowful Technique to dominate fellow cultivators of the Purple Cloud Sect. After refining Yang Wei, Xu Feng mastered Sorrowful Technique and entered the Dark Realm; with powerful soul attacks combined with incredibly swift flying knives, it was nearly impossible for that unfortunate cultivator to survive.
Xu Feng flew over and grabbed the fallen cultivator's head, squeezing it until his Yuan Ying burst forth. Xu Feng stored the Yuan Ying in a bottle while simultaneously retracting his Wings of the Strange Dragon into his body and transforming them into a Flying Sword.
Xu Feng checked the opponent's Spatial Ring on the Flying Sword, finding over a million spirit stones inside, along with various other items that added up to around seven or eight hundred thousand. In the end, Xu Feng summarized for this cultivator: "Penny pincher!"
It took less than thirty seconds to slay the first person. Five minutes later, the second cultivator arrived. This person was short and thin, moving quickly but not as fast as the previous one. Upon seeing Xu Feng from a distance, he was startled at first but then felt a surge of joy.
Xu Feng appeared pale, riding the Flying Sword unsteadily, clearly heavily injured. He couldn't even use the Wings of the Strange Dragon anymore, likely due to the earlier Great War with the previous cultivator. Although he had killed his opponent, he was nearly out of energy.
The Skinny Monk felt no sorrow for his fallen comrade; instead, he was filled with gratitude. "Thank you for your sacrifice; you've allowed me to reap this benefit. If you know in the afterlife, please bless me with wealth."
"Don't—kill—me—" Xu Feng repeated his previous tactic.
This time, with the earlier experience as a foundation, his performance was even more convincing. The Skinny Monk was moved and felt that he shouldn't take advantage of someone in distress or kick someone when they're down—he really shouldn't have come here secretly; there was no turning back now.
He was more agile than the first one and quicker to realize what was happening, but Xu Feng didn't throw two flying daggers this time; instead, he used the Five Element Needle Technique. The Skinny Monk dodged two needles, but three Golden Needles pierced into his body.
Xu Feng flew over, detonated them, collected the Yuan Ying, and picked up the money.
In less than ten minutes, he easily dealt with two Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators. He didn't earn much money but did acquire two Yuan Ying, which was still a decent haul.
Xu Feng took out some pills—Soul Nourishing Pills and Concentration Pills—and swallowed a few of each.
Before long, a third person arrived.
"Don't—kill—me—" Xu Feng shouted confidently.
As expected, the third person was instantly killed.
Just as Xu Feng was happily collecting wealth and Yuan Ying, he suddenly saw a figure flash by; someone was fleeing backward like they had seen a ghost from a thousand meters away.
"Uh-oh, there are two of them this time."
Xu Feng quickly collected the third Yuan Ying and unleashed the Wings of the Strange Dragon to chase after the fleeing cultivator, shouting as he pursued, "Don't kill me!"
The fleeing cultivator had witnessed Xu Feng kill his senior brother and was terrified, cursing inwardly, "I don't want to kill you? Bastard, pervert, you should be the one not wanting to kill me."
However, his speed was no match for the Wings of the Strange Dragon, and within a few breaths, he was caught up.
"Don't kill me!" Xu Feng continued to shout, but the man was already on high alert, and the Sorrowful Technique had little effect.
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the fleeing cultivator turned around and knelt down, pleading, "Don't kill me!"
Xu Feng was taken aback, wow, you can do that too?
Of course, the cultivator was just mimicking Xu Feng's tone out of desperation; he didn't truly know the Sorrowful Technique.
Without hesitation, Xu Feng struck him down with a single blow. He had been taught by his seniors to be ruthless towards enemies, and Xu Feng had always remembered this lesson well.
After killing the fourth person, the last two arrived. They were both angry at being left behind and thought they would miss out on any rewards. To their shock, they arrived just in time to see their companion kneeling on the ground as Xu Feng ruthlessly executed him with a single strike and took his Yuan Ying.
"Oh my god! Run!" The two shouted in unison as they fled. Four had gone ahead without returning; the outcome was predictable. Their intended target had been pretending to be weak while hiding great strength—this was going to end badly for them.
In their panic, they ended up running in the same direction instead of splitting up. Xu Feng chased closely behind them, no longer shouting his sorrowful slogans but simply focused on hunting them down.
At that moment, the roles of pursuer and prey completely reversed. The once aggressive Purple Cloud Sect cultivators became like mice seeing a cat, wishing they had more legs to run away.
With a gentle flap of his Wings of the Strange Dragon, Xu Feng appeared within five hundred meters of the two. They screamed in terror, their voices rising sharply in the night sky.
"The Yang Protector will definitely hear us! He will come to save us and will surely kill him..."
Two cold stars flew in, accurately piercing through the throats of the two individuals and damaging their cervical vertebrae.
Diablo!
The Diablo, upgraded to a Superior Magical Artifact, possessed enough power to kill a Late Stage of Nascent Soul. The two fellows were so frightened that they lost their wits and focused solely on escaping, ignoring everything else. Moreover, the Dark Destroyer was too fast and was a ranged magical artifact; they didn't have time to react before being pierced through the neck, losing their lives.
Xu Feng skillfully collected the spoils.
In the distance, Yang She finally arrived with three others. He only saw Xu Feng hovering in the Sky, without witnessing the killing process.
“Xu Feng, where do you think you're going?” Yang She shouted while gathering his fist power.
“None of your business where I'm going; I won't tell you.” Xu Feng waved his Wings of the Strange Dragon, disappearing into the darkness. “Goodbye.”
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