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This person is also known, he is Shen Liang from the Star River Sword Sect.
According to the speed of the Teleportation Array, it takes about ten minutes to transport all one hundred people. Xu Feng entered around six or seven minutes in, and Shen Liang was likely killed in a single blow, without even a chance to fight back. Among the cultivators at the Immortal Path Conference, very few could kill Shen Liang with one strike.
The one hundred cultivators were spread over a hundred-mile area, which is not considered wide for cultivators; they can sense the presence of their opponents with even the slightest disturbance.
Shen Liang was struck in the back by a sword, with the blade piercing his left shoulder and exiting through his right shoulder. It seems that Shen Liang had sensed danger in advance and tried to turn around, but it was too late. The sword passed through his body, severing his trachea. He was completely looted; his sword, armor, and storage bag were all taken.
In the Otherworldly Secret Realm, the trees are no taller than ten meters, but their trunks are thick and their branches lush, making it easy to hide. Xu Feng did not dare to move too quickly and only dared to rush through open areas.
While being cautious of ambushes, he also picked herbs in the forest. The various herbs piled up more and more, and every mile or so he would discover a body of a slain cultivator. In less than half an hour, Xu Feng had already found nine corpses, three of which belonged to disciples of Wan Jian Sect. Moreover, they all died in the same way—killed by a sword from behind. A few who were not immediately dead received another strike and met their end.
Xu Feng secretly felt fortunate; it seemed his luck was still good, as he had not been targeted.
A flash of sword light glimmered on the dew and flew towards Xu Feng from behind. This sword strike was swift and silent; Xu Feng only saw a distortion in the reflection before he could turn around. He instinctively lunged forward and felt a chill at his neck as the sword grazed past him.
Xu Feng drew his Medium-Grade Spirit Sword and turned around. Ten steps away stood a man in black clothing with a sword, smiling faintly.
The man did not pursue after missing his strike; instead, he remained still, cold eyes fixed on Xu Feng. "I hear you are third in this year's Immortal Path Conference; you do have some skill."
The man in black was not wearing sect robes, so Xu Feng could not discern his background. At this point, sect clothing could no longer fully reveal one's identity; after all, clothing is lifeless and anyone could change into it.
"Did you kill the nine people behind me?" Xu Feng asked while observing his surroundings.
"With you included, that's ten. I wanted to make it a round number; it seems I’ll have to let you go for now." The man in black turned to leave. "Don't think about stopping me; otherwise, I'll really make you part of that round number."
"Uh," Xu Feng forced out a bitter smile and said, "Thanks then."
The man in black did not expect Xu Feng to actually let him go; he felt more confident about his own strength. "Once I gather enough resources, let's meet again at It Mountain Temple." His resources meant other people's lives.
The man in black jumped onto a tree branch and lightly tapped it to propel himself away. However, for some reason, he missed stepping on the branch entirely and crashed hard against the trunk, causing leaves to scatter everywhere as he fell like those leaves returning to their roots.
"You... you..." The man in black stood up awkwardly with blood at the corner of his mouth.
"I didn't tell you to leave; you should at least say goodbye when you go. That's just basic courtesy," Xu Feng said as he unleashed a sword qi that struck the man's back at the moment he leaped onto the branch.
"It’s impossible! Why can’t I dodge your sword? Why?" The man in black was somewhat incredulous.
"How about this," Xu Feng said, "I'll strike again, and you can find the reason yourself." With that, he swung his sword again. This strike was clear and straightforward, using Disembodied Sword Qi, the same technique used by Yi Jiuzhou during the Great War, but with double the force and 0.5 times the speed.
This was a reckless life-or-death fighting style; typically, a cultivator could only unleash ten strikes of Disembodied Sword Qi before their strength would wane, and facing a strong opponent afterward would lead to significant losses.
The man in black saw this clearly and quickly parried while dodging to the side. Boom! The sword energy grazed his shoulder and struck a large tree behind him, causing another tree to shed its leaves and fall.
In this direct confrontation, the man in black barely avoided Xu Feng's strike. As for the effect of Xu Feng's sneak attack, it was easy to explain.
"Are you still trying to use me as a bargaining chip?" Xu Feng asked sincerely.
Knowing he was outmatched, the man in black conceded, saying, "What do you want for me to be spared?" He was ready to negotiate; as long as Xu Feng offered conditions, everything could be discussed.
"Why not hurry to It Mountain Temple? There’s It Mountain Spring there, which is much better than these herbs," Xu Feng inquired.
"The stone gate at It Mountain Temple only opens automatically on the third try. Otherwise, no one can open it. Don’t you know that?" The man in black seemed skeptical.
So that’s how it is. Xu Feng vaguely felt that Half-Dead Bao had concealed quite a bit from the Loose Cultivator Alliance's Tiger Warrior.
"I am a core disciple of Guiyi Sect; you cannot kill me," the man in black stated. "The cultivators who came this time are much stronger than you think; you'd better..."
"I didn’t ask which sect you belong to," Xu Feng replied as he swiftly struck down the man in black with two sword strikes. "If you don’t want to kill me, then I’m also a reasonable person."
With his arms shattered, the man in black wouldn’t be able to move for at least half a month. Here, even ten minutes could be enough for him to lose his life.
Xu Feng took the storage bag from the man in black, ignoring his desperate pleas, and turned to leave.
Not long after Xu Feng departed, a Green-Clad Man jumped out and laughed at the man in black. "Ah, what great luck today! That guy is so foolish; he even forgot to take your armor. How generous of him—I'm feeling a bit embarrassed."
The hope that had just ignited in the man in black was ruthlessly extinguished once more.
"Well then, are you going to do it yourself or should I?" The Green-Clad Man said as he swiftly dealt with the man in black. "Let me handle it; you're going to die anyway, so I won’t trouble you."
"Hmm, I've already got my tenth piece of armor now; that's a nice round number." The Green-Clad Man chattered as he walked away.
The black-clad man's head rolled on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring blankly into space, lost in thought...
The It Mountain Temple had just opened for the third time; Half-Dead Bao could not possibly be unaware of this. Yet he did not engage with the Loose Cultivator Alliance members. What was he really thinking? If Xu Feng summoned the Wings of the Strange Dragon, he would most likely be the first to reach the It Mountain Temple. Not only would that be a wasted effort, but it would also expose his strength prematurely, making him a target for everyone.
Half-Dead Bao had his own calculations. The other sects were certainly not fools; as long as he preserved his strength, he would undoubtedly be the biggest variable in this situation.
The It Mountain Spring was said to be liquefied Spiritual Energy. A disciple at Refining Qi Level Ten only needed a single drop to directly establish their foundation, making it a rapid cultivation elixir for creating High-Level Cultivators.
The final allocation of It Mountain Spring was calculated in drops, with one hundred drops equating to one vial. The It Mountain Temple produced less than two vials every ten years. Various sects often fought over even a single drop of It Mountain Spring.
Unbeknownst to him, he had advanced several miles closer to the central It Mountain Temple, encountering more and more people along the way. Among them were several cultivators who recognized Xu Feng from the Immortal Path Conference; knowing they were no match for him, they retreated early. Xu Feng had no desire to cause trouble and focused on gathering herbs while slowly making his way forward.
Not far away, a figure suddenly darted past—a disheveled Jiang Quan from the New Moon Sect—followed closely by three disciples from Wuhua Island. All four were dressed in white, but only Jiang Quan had a blood-red mark on his back, making him particularly eye-catching.
Outnumbered three to one by Wuhua Island, Jiang Quan had already been defeated. If it weren't for the timely arrival of New Moon Sect members, he would likely have faced death.
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