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At this moment, Xiao Yefeng not only activated his Yin-Yang Eye to guard against surprise attacks but also fully unlocked his genes. In the black hole, his vision was completely undisturbed. However, as the angle of descent increased, Xiao Yefeng ultimately rolled down directly.
A height difference of over ten meters would be fatal for an ordinary person, but for Xiao Yefeng, who had completely transcended the limits of normality, it was merely a bit painful. After landing, Hua Qian seemed to go mad, refusing to show herself outside anymore. Even under the threat of Zitong's steel gun, she insisted on returning to the Black Gold Spirit Banner.
Reluctantly, Xiao Yefeng recalled Hua Qian. Through Zitong, he understood the reason for Hua Qian's fear. There was a special power here that resisted evil spirits, which also explained why the outside world was unable to perceive this place. Ignoring Zitong's unique existence, the shadow disregarded the resistance against evil spirits and continued to search around with Xiao Yefeng.
After a long path, Xiao Yefeng arrived at a hall engulfed in flames. The hall was filled with dry sand and stones; despite being deep underground, it was surprisingly dry. This puzzled Xiao Yefeng. Most importantly, the burning charcoal in the fire pit seemed freshly lit yet gave off a feeling that it had been burning for a long time.
On the sandy ground here, he could already see footprints of that shadow. Following these footprints, Xiao Yefeng passed through a stone door that had been opened slightly. Inside was a layout resembling the Nine Palaces Bagua; the walls were covered with dense inscriptions. A quick glance revealed that this should be a Daoist cultivation method, but it had already been destroyed.
The sword marks were fresh, indicating that these inscriptions had been damaged by that shadow. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng felt an intense anger; this shadow was truly despicable—neither learning nor allowing others to learn. The inscriptions slashed by sword marks were rendered useless; every phrase was broken, and both words and sentences were fragmented. If one attempted to learn from them forcibly, they would likely self-destruct their future.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yefeng angrily pursued forward. This place was evidently an ancient cave dwelling; the materials inside were incredibly valuable and must not be allowed to be destroyed further. As he rushed forward, he discovered stone tablets damaged by sword marks everywhere, making him grit his teeth in frustration.
However, after passing through another stone tablet door, Xiao Yefeng finally heard the sound of a sword cutting through stone walls. Each time the shadow discovered a stone tablet, it would pause to destroy it, giving Xiao Yefeng time to catch up. Hearing the noise just behind this door, he drew his Soul-Severing Black Sword and charged in behind the stone door. Sure enough, a Daoist clad in a Crane Robe wielding a long sword was sweeping at the stone wall before him.
The inscriptions on the wall had already been mostly erased. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng shouted loudly: "Daoist! Why are you destroying these inscriptions?"
With that said, he thrust his sword forward filled with rage and Qi, aiming to repel this person with one strike. However, what surprised Xiao Yefeng was that the man in the Crane Robe didn't even turn around; instead, he drew out a Copper Coin Sword with his back facing him and effortlessly blocked Xiao Yefeng's attack with a shimmering Qi shield.
The usually invincible Black Sword found itself at a disadvantage as its blade clashed against the Qi shield of the Copper Coin Sword. Despite Xiao Yefeng's full-force assault, the Xianhe Daoist continued to sweep at the inscriptions on the wall with his sword. Just as the last character vanished from sight, the Copper Coin Sword glowed brilliantly as it swept through and sent Xiao Yefeng flying backward.
After being knocked back and crashing into a stone tablet, Xiao Yefeng felt as if something had blocked his chest for an instant. Climbing up from beneath the stone wall, he coughed up blood; this man in the Crane Robe had struck him so hard that even in his gene-enhanced state, he found himself spitting blood. Xiao Yefeng could hardly believe that he had been sent flying like a mere sandbag with one blow.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yefeng picked up the Black Sword and stood up, looking at the man in the Crane Robe. This man truly could be described as having white hair and a youthful face, dressed in the standard attire of a Daoist from Huaxia. His snow-white hair was styled into a bun, secured with a hairpin that resembled white jade, while two strands of white hair hung down on either side of his face, complemented by a tuft of pure white goatee.
In this situation, if Xiao Yefeng had not sensed the man's weakness, he would have thought he was the master of a Daoist temple. However, Xiao Yefeng asked, "Why has the Daoist come here at night to destroy these ancient texts?"
The Daoist in the Crane Robe did not respond to Xiao Yefeng's question. Instead, he glanced at the Soul-Severing Black Sword in Xiao Yefeng's hand and then studied his face thoughtfully before saying, "You are Xiao Yefeng? Yuan Xun, Yuan Dui, and Yang Xing were all killed by you?"
"That's right. Although I didn't kill them with my own hands, their deaths are indeed related to me!" Xiao Yefeng replied cautiously, casting a wary glance at the Xianhe Daoist.
The Xianhe Daoist nodded and said, "Indeed! To admit it and dare to take responsibility—truly a descendant of the Xiao Family. Who is Mr. Xie Mai to you?"
"Mr. Xie Mai? I don't know who that is. And let's not change the subject. Who are you? Why are you destroying these texts?" Xiao Yefeng demanded.
"Hahaha! Not bad, really not bad! You resemble the Young Master to some extent—arrogant and proud; even when at a disadvantage, you do not show weakness. This is our first meeting, but unfortunately, it will also be our last. Remember my name: I am Shadow. Once upon a time, people called me Xianhe Daoist, but those days are gone. For fifty years now, I have been Shadow!" The Xianhe Daoist said to Xiao Yefeng.
"Who is the Young Master? Who do I resemble? Are you from Perfect World?" Xiao Yefeng asked anxiously.
"Yes, I am from Perfect World. I can also tell you that I was one of those involved in your parents' deaths. So what? Come and kill me!" At this moment, Shadow no longer resembled a Daoist; his tone was that of a brazen rogue. Yet his appearance still maintained an ethereal quality that left Xiao Yefeng bewildered by how such contrasting traits could exist in one person.
However, Xiao Yefeng was truly enraged now. The deaths of his parents and Liu Xuanhuang had always been a source of torment for him—helplessness mixed with deep resentment had driven him into madness. Yet Spirit Platform preserved his last shred of clarity; despite appearing impulsive, Xiao Yefeng still had a backup plan.
With surging spiritual energy crackling like arcs of lightning around him, Xiao Yefeng thrust his sword toward Shadow's heart. In his fury, this strike was unprecedentedly powerful—the sword pierced through the air with a thunderous sonic boom. After activating his genes to enhance his strength multiple times over, this strike was the strongest he had ever delivered—twice as fast as during practice. To an ordinary observer, it would seem as if Xiao Yefeng had transformed into a shadow himself; his figure had become indistinct.
"Boom!"
The air trembled as Xiao Yefeng thrust his sword into the heart of the shadow. He was taken aback by how easily it penetrated, but then he realized something was off! Just as he attempted to withdraw the Black Sword, a powerful force emanated from the shadow, pulling him closer against his will. At that moment, the shadow's youthful face broke into a radiant smile and said, "Child, did you think I was unaware of your hidden tricks?"
As the mist caused by the trembling air dissipated, Xiao Yefeng saw that the tip of the Black Sword was caught between two fingers as delicate as jade. He found himself unable to move. With his right hand gripping the sword and his left hand aiming for the shadow's throat with sharp nails, he was suddenly struck on the wrist by a Copper Coin Sword that had appeared out of nowhere. He heard a crack as his wrist bone fractured from the blow.
But that wasn't the most critical issue. Xiao Yefeng noticed Zitong, who had been preparing to launch a surprise attack, pinned to the ground by a large hand. At that moment, he was inexplicably controlled by the pulling force, with the Soul-Severing Black Sword held tightly between the shadow's fingers and Zitong restrained by another hand. In an instant, Xiao Yefeng lost all ability to resist and could hardly believe the vast difference in power between himself and this youthful-looking shadow.
"Child, do you understand now? I will give you a chance: abandon your Spirit Platform and withdraw from this realm where you do not belong. If you do so, I will spare your life, and you can reign as a king in your ordinary world!"
The shadow held Xiao Yefeng as if he were a mere chicken, yet spoke with the gentleness of a kind elder. Though it was a threat, there was an oddly persuasive quality to it that made resistance feel unacceptable.
Xiao Yefeng's mind swirled with the shadow's words: return to being an ordinary person! Wasn't being ordinary good? He contemplated the benefits of living as an ordinary person. What was so great about being a Geomancer? It was dangerous and could even cost him his life. Perhaps it would be better to be an ordinary person! The shadow's words echoed like a spell in his mind, dimming the light within his Spirit Platform.
"Should I... should I go back to being an ordinary person?" Xiao Yefeng's eyes grew heavy, his eyelids fighting against each other. At that moment, the shadow released its grip on him, and he loosened his hold on the Black Sword, collapsing to the ground like a drunken man.
"Hmph! After all, you're just an ordinary False Spiritual Power user; obey under my Heart Capturing Technique!" The shadow picked up the Soul Severing Sword and gently stroked its blade before continuing, "Yuan Dui is such a fool; giving you the Soul Severing Sword only to be defeated." With that, the shadow swiped at the sword's blade, causing the Soul-Severing Black Sword to obediently spin in mid-air before sheathing itself behind Xiao Yefeng.
With a flick of its hand, the Soul-Severing Black Sword flew back from behind Xiao Yefeng into the shadow's grasp. The shadow then placed the Black Sword into its own sheath beside him and turned to look at Xiao Yefeng. "I wonder why Master wants to spare his life. Although Young Master is somewhat reckless, he's no match for him—a Sorcerer stuck at Peak of Bright Strength for half a year is nothing but cannon fodder in Perfect World!"
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