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On Peach Blossom Mountain, there happens to be a Peach Blossom Temple, but there are no nuns.
This temple has fallen into disrepair over the years and is now dilapidated. The only thing that remains is a spring behind the temple, which still flows gently, singing ancient songs.
Xu Feng sits on a bluestone by the spring's cave. The Spiritual Energy here is not weak; it can be considered a place of good fortune in Liuxiang Kingdom, though it is just an ordinary corner in Zheguo.
After killing the Seven People of the Purple Cloud Sect, he then engaged in a Great War with the Xiaoyao Sect. This battle resulted in injuries but no deaths; it was a genuine confrontation where hundreds of arrows were shot. Additionally, the prolonged use of the Wings of the Strange Dragon greatly depleted Xu Feng's spiritual power. Xiao Jing was able to retreat safely only because Xu Feng was left with no strength to pursue.
He stuffed several pills into his mouth, which transformed into streams of spiritual power flowing into his body. Xu Feng switched to the Wood Element Technique, quickly recovering his depleted energy.
In the pitch-black night, Peach Blossom Mountain was deserted. A few wild boars wandered into the vegetable field near Peach Blossom Temple, arrogantly rooting through the corn.
Suddenly, the wild boars stopped their movements and raised their heads warily in one direction. With a snort, they dashed deep into the mountains.
Xu Feng heard the commotion and sensed danger. He opened his eyes just as a pale yellow fist silently appeared before him.
Bang! Just as Xu Feng raised his Blackstone Shield, Yang She's fist struck right in front of him. The already cracked Blackstone Shield was hit squarely, producing a tragic sound as it shattered into two pieces, completely destroyed.
Xu Feng was also sent flying by this punch. Behind him was the cave where the spring flowed out. He crashed hard against the wall at the cave's exit, leaving a deep dent in the stone before rolling down and falling into the cold water.
Yang She, who had been waiting for an opportunity, finally saw his chance. He had been stealthily following Xu Feng using various concealment techniques like a dog, and he finally waited for Xu Feng's spiritual energy to drop and for him to take medicine and recuperate.
Great Strength King Fist! With this punch, Xu Feng would either die or suffer greatly.
Xu Feng staggered to his feet from the water, leaning against the stone wall as he coughed up blood. The shallow spring water flowed out from the cave and was immediately stained red by Xu Feng's blood. His body swayed precariously in this slowly flowing water.
Yang She did not continue to attack; instead, he wore a cruel smile as he watched Xu Feng bleed. Yang She felt immense satisfaction and joy from this sight.
Xu Feng finally stopped coughing up blood; perhaps he had expelled all of it. His face was as pale as stars in the night sky—this star could blink once and close its eyes forever.
"The Xiaoyao Sect wanted me to hand you over to them, but I've changed my mind," Yang She said while standing on the bluestone where Xu Feng had sat, looking at him like a dead fish. "I've decided to roast you alive and use your skills to make you into grilled fish."
Yang She laughed maliciously. His brother Yang Wei had died at Xu Feng's hands, and seven of the Purple Cloud Thirteen Swords were also shot down by Xu Feng. Adding to that were experts from the Purple Cloud Sect who perished at Xu Feng's hands during the battle at Jade Rabbit Mountain; even if Xu Feng had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to pay for all that bloodshed.
"I surrender, I admit my mistakes, I'm sorry." Xu Feng gasped for breath in the water as he negotiated with Yang She. "I can still compensate and make amends for my wrongs. Name your price; I'm not a difficult person."
Yang She coldly replied, "Do you still have the right to negotiate with me? Have you lost your mind?" He looked down at Xu Feng, who was soaked through, and indeed, there was water on his head.
Xu Feng weakly crawled out of the pool and collapsed onto the ground, but he said, "If you want my life, there's no need to negotiate. If you want my money, then we can talk."
"Hmph!" Yang She scoffed. "If I kill you, everything you have will be mine. What’s there to negotiate?"
Xu Feng took out a ring and lightly traced a rune on it before throwing it to Yang She. "If you can open it, I'll give you everything, including my life."
Yang She caught the ring and infused it with spiritual energy, but the ring showed no reaction. He exclaimed, "Death Spirit Seal?"
The Death Spirit Seal is a highly confidential sealing technique. Years ago, Jin Liaoyuan used this method to seal his Blazing Heart Ring and set conditions for its opening. After Xu Feng opened it, he found the incantation for this sealing technique within Jin Liaoyuan's ring and learned it. This sealing technique remains effective even after death; unless the opening conditions are met, it can never be opened.
The ring Xu Feng had just thrown to Yang She was sealed with the Death Spirit Seal, setting four attributes, each requiring the strength of a Golden Core Stage cultivator to unlock. Yang She simply couldn't open it.
"Then I'll just kill you first and keep your ring to play with later; I'll eventually find a way to open it," Yang She said while counting on his fingers, a faint yellow glow swirling around his hand.
Xu Feng lay on the ground as if he hadn't heard him and softly said, "Do you think you can find a Golden Core cultivator who has mastered all four elements?"
Yang She suddenly realized why Xu Feng was so strong; it turned out he had mastered all four elements. He had thought Xu Feng only practiced Fire dual cultivation. He had to admit that this was quite a talent.
Talents can still die; even if he didn't want what was in that ring, killing a talented person would still be quite satisfying.
Just as Yang She was conflicted in his thoughts, Xu Feng added, "Don't you want the Sorrowful Technique?"
"Sorrowful Technique!" Yang She's heart skipped a beat. It was indeed he who killed Yang Wei. However, thinking about the Sorrowful Technique made his hatred lessen somewhat. The two Guardians of the Purple Cloud Sect were led by Yang Wei because he possessed the Sorrowful Technique Cultivation Method, which could attack multiple targets at once—akin to a modern-day wizard.
Yang She had long wanted to learn this Cultivation Method, but it was Yang Wei's trump card and not something he would share even with his own brother—just like his Great Strength King Fist.
Now that the Sorrowful Technique Cultivation Method was in Xu Feng's hands, Yang She's eyes darted as he said, "You want to trade your life for the Sorrowful Technique? Even if I spare you, Xiaoyao Sect won't let you go. You might as well give me the ring; I'll give you a quick end. The Purple Cloud Sect has many ways to make someone suffer; I guarantee you'll wish you were dead."
"You can't open my ring," Xu Feng said. "To be honest, those who want my life are not just you and the Xiaoyao Sect. No matter where I go, death is inevitable. What's the difference between dying well or poorly? Are you going to stop me from self-destructing? Cultivators live in a battlefield; it's either you die or I die. If you kill me, Yang Wei won't survive either. If you let me die on my own, you can obtain your brother's Cultivation Method, allowing it to be passed down and flourish in your hands. It's clear who holds the advantage."
Xu Feng's voice gradually changed, filled with an irresistible charm.
"Hmph!" Yang She snorted heavily, causing Xu Feng to spit blood again. "You still play tricks when death is imminent? Do you think your meager skills can work on me?"
Xu Feng was severely injured by a punch, with very little spiritual power left. At this moment, Outsider's Demonic Melody could only exert one or two percent of its effectiveness, which Yang She easily noticed and countered.
Xu Feng said, "You see, what I just used was the Sorrowful Technique. With my current cultivation level, I can utilize it. If you practice it, who in the Nascent Soul Stage could possibly be your opponent? I've said enough; think about it yourself."
Yang She remained noncommittal and replied, "How can I trust you?"
Xu Feng responded, "Look at me like this; are you still worried about me escaping? You could kill me with just a finger right now."
Yang She snorted coldly. He had put so much effort into ambushing Xu Feng; he knew the effect of that punch. Xu Feng's Blackstone Shield was shattered on the spot, and his body was severely injured. If he didn't enter seclusion to heal immediately, he would be dead within three days.
"Alright," Yang She said. "Give me the Sorrowful Technique. I won't kill you; whether you can survive is no longer my concern."
"No," Xu Feng replied. "Look at me like this; even if you let me go, can I escape? A mere mortal could kill me."
"Then what do you want?"
Xu Feng said, "Take me to Xianxia City; we will trade at Wujue Pavilion."
Yang She asked, "What if you don't give it to me then? I can't kill you in Xianxia City; do you think I'm that foolish?"
Xu Feng replied, "The Sorrowful Technique isn't suitable for my cultivation. I won't joke about my life for this Cultivation Method." He took out the Wings of the Strange Dragon and placed them in front of Yang She.
The dark purple Wings of the Strange Dragon shimmered with brilliance; they were indeed among the finest Superior Magical Artifacts. Xu Feng smiled bitterly and said, "You're just afraid I'll run away. Now that I'm giving you these wings, without them, my speed is inferior to yours; I can't escape your grasp at all. Once we reach Xianxia City, you'll return the wings to me after I give you the Sorrowful Technique."
"Alright!" Yang She finally felt tempted. Just the value of these wings was considerable. The Xiaoyao Sect was eager to act precisely because of these wings. If Xiao Jing were to choose, he would rather have these wings than the Sorrowful Technique.
Controlling these wings was equivalent to breaking Xu Feng's legs, making it impossible for him to escape. Once they reached Xianxia City, he would find a way to retrieve the Sorrowful Technique.
Yang She had made up his mind and accepted Xu Feng's suggestion. The two reached a consensus: Yang She would escort Xu Feng back to Xianxia City, and in return, Xu Feng would guarantee him the Wings of the Strange Dragon and ultimately provide him with the Sorrowful Technique's Cultivation Method.
Once the deal was confirmed, these former enemies became partners. That night, under Yang She's protection, Xu Feng focused on healing his injuries to recover quickly so he could fly to Xianxia City.
Yang She's punch had been incredibly heavy; after three strikes, Xu Feng had to consume a large amount of pills just to stabilize his condition. By the fourth strike, Yang She no longer allowed Xu Feng to take any more pills and insisted he rely solely on his own spiritual power for healing. This way, Xu Feng's recovery would slow down, making it easier for Yang She to control the situation and prevent any accidents.
In reality, Xu Feng's injuries had mostly healed by the third strike. When demonstrating the Death Spirit Seal to Yang She, he used the Four Elements Cultivator technique but omitted the Wood Element, which was essential for healing. It was no wonder Yang She believed him completely; finding a Four Elements Cultivator who could reach the Golden Core Stage was exceedingly rare—one might not appear even in ten thousand years.
Yet, this kind of monster happened to be encountered by Yang She.
Xu Feng intentionally controlled his spiritual power growth; its intensity could not be hidden from Yang She. If it exceeded Yang She's permitted range, it could pose a threat, and naturally, he would not treat Xu Feng kindly.
From the fourth strike onward, Xu Feng devoted all his energy to recovering his Soul Power. Soul Power also required support from spiritual power. After sustaining serious injuries, Xu Feng's Soul Power had significantly diminished, preventing him from activating the Gale Sword Formation and leaving him at Yang She's mercy.
Seeing Xu Feng in such a pitiful state brought immense joy to Yang She; this ghostly appearance felt the safest to him—he liked it!
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