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"Thank you." Xu Feng turned and walked away.
"Zai, return the storage bags; we still need them for fishing."
As long as he wasn't pushed too hard, Xu Feng had no intention of becoming enemies with the New Moon Sect. He placed the three storage bags he had just taken back and glanced at the members of the New Moon Sect before turning to leave.
The four people behind Huang Chang showed no signs of abnormality to Xu Feng. The reason he paid extra attention was that such unidentified strong individuals were likely hiding among the inconspicuous disciples. Moreover, it was possible that every sect had someone like that.
After Xu Feng walked away, the flattering cultivators began to flatter again.
"Huang Shimei is truly kind-hearted, beautiful, and has let such a great opportunity slip away lightly."
"I'm kind-hearted?"
"Uh... yes."
"If you want to live longer, keep your eyes open. Didn't you see that Yan Da has already advanced to Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage? How many heads do you think you have to kill him?"
The four disciples of the New Moon Sect felt a chill run down their spines from Huang Chang's scolding.
Xu Feng stepped out of the encirclement and searched for signs of a fight in the forest. Where there was fighting, there were often more events and clues left behind.
A faint smell of blood lingered in the air. Following the scent, Xu Feng soon discovered a battle, but it was nearing its end.
Three disciples from Wan Jian Sect lay on the ground, while two out of four disciples from Star River Sword Sect were also injured. Xu Feng observed their cultivation levels from a distance and then turned to leave.
These were not the people he was looking for; there was no need to waste time.
Ah, ah!
Just as Xu Feng turned around, two screams echoed from that direction.
The four injured disciples of the Star River Sword Sect lay sprawled on the ground, three of them already lifeless, with only one remaining, trembling as he pointed a shaky hand at a short and stout monk from the New Moon Sect standing in the arena. "You, you..." His head tilted, and he fainted.
The Short and Stout Monk didn't care whether he had fainted or not; he stepped forward and crushed the chest of the unconscious Star River Sword Sect disciple with a single kick.
After killing four people, the Short and Stout Monk did not take any valuables from the ground and turned to walk into the forest.
Xu Feng was a bit far away, and it was dark, so he couldn't see the person's expression clearly. However, the aura emanating from him and the ruthlessness of his actions were identical to those of the two nameless experts from earlier.
Indeed, they belonged to the same kind.
Xu Feng hurried over, making quite a noise. If this person was like the Skinny High Monk, then no matter how stealthily he followed, it would be impossible to go unnoticed. There was no need for Xu Feng to sneak around.
"Are you looking for me?" As soon as Xu Feng arrived at the scene of the fight, the Short and Stout Monk stepped out from the trees.
"I want to ask you something," Xu Feng said as he drew his Surging Phoenix Sword. "If you don't want to talk, I'll just have to beat you." With people like this, it's better to act than to talk; after fighting, then talk.
The Short and Stout Monk was not surprised; he drew his sword and slashed at Xu Feng.
The sword technique was equally swift, wielding a Superior Spirit Sword!
This was Xu Feng's third encounter with such mysterious individuals. The sword techniques of these three were clearly from the same school; only their Cultivation Methods differed. That set of sword techniques was profound and suitable for various Cultivation Methods, even surpassing Wuhua Island's Falling Petals Nine Swords and New Moon Sect's Yi Seven Swords.
Xu Feng had some understanding of this sword technique now. However, this time he was determined to take down this person. He swung his sword to block and pretended to be at a disadvantage, retreating five steps.
"Haha, such strength is laughable. Yan Da, although you practice both Fire and Earth dual cultivation and are at the third level of Xian Dao, in my eyes, you are no different from them." He gestured with his sword towards the corpses on the ground.
The Short and Stout Monk used an Earth Element Cultivation Method.
Xu Feng fought while retreating, waiting for an opening from his opponent. Other cultivators could appear at any moment around him; he needed to resolve this quickly.
Short and Stout Monk clearly did not want to drag things out for too long, and was quite surprised by Xu Feng's combat strength. After entering the Otherworldly Secret Realm, Short and Stout Monk unleashed his true power, finding no match in three rounds. Based on Xu Feng's performance at the Immortal Path Conference, he expected to defeat him after just two or three exchanges, but unexpectedly, Xu Feng managed to withstand over ten strikes without falling.
As Xu Feng continued to retreat, he finally tripped over a broken log. In the moment of losing his balance and falling, Short and Stout Monk seized the opportunity, his sword flashing with yellow light as he aimed for Xu Feng's right rib, intending to deliver a side stab.
"Raging Wind Breaks the Waves!"
Xu Feng let out a cold laugh, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He had anticipated this strike and had been waiting for it.
In an instant, Xu Feng changed his sword technique, conjuring a green shield with his left palm to block Short and Stout Monk's incoming attack. With his right hand, he swept his sword diagonally downward, targeting his opponent's legs.
The two were too close; one fell backward while the other lunged forward at incredible speed. As Xu Feng suddenly changed his move, Short and Stout Monk couldn't adjust in time and could only launch a full-force attack, trying to severely injure Xu Feng, forcing him to save himself midway.
"Shh!" Short and Stout Monk's sword broke through the wooden shield formed by Xu Feng's “Ironwood Grove.” With residual force, it pierced into Xu Feng's right rib. However, due to a change in direction when breaking through the wooden shield, Xu Feng had anticipated this strike in advance. Ultimately, the sword did not land squarely but grazed the edge of his right abdomen, leaving a bloody wound.
Realizing that he couldn't evade Xu Feng's counterattack after missing his strike, Short and Stout Monk twisted his body in disbelief as he leaped into the air with both legs to minimize damage.
Unfortunately, it was a moment too late; while his left leg successfully escaped harm, his right leg remained firmly in place.
"Ah!" Short and Stout Monk screamed in agony as he collapsed to the ground. His right leg had been severed at the knee by Xu Feng's sword.
With one hand pressing against his severed leg and the other holding his sword pointed at Xu Feng, he tried to prevent further attacks while asking, "How did you know my sword techniques? Who exactly are you?"
In a desperate bid for victory, Xu Feng was also sweating profusely. If this guy wasn't careless, it would be nearly impossible to kill him head-on.
"You are already the third mysterious visitor I have encountered. If I didn't know a bit about your sword techniques by now, that would be quite embarrassing. After all, I am among the top three at the Immortal Path Conference. You don't think I'm foolish, do you?" Xu Feng felt somewhat dissatisfied with Short and Stout Monk, who was still so arrogant despite being at his mercy.
"So you figured it out," Short and Stout Monk pondered for a moment before saying, "You are clearly dual cultivating with both Fire and Earth elements; how come you suddenly used a Wood Element cultivation method? Why didn't you tell me?"
"..." Xu Feng was speechless; this guy was really something else. Did he expect me to disclose my martial arts skills to him?
"I'm going to ask you a few questions. If you answer well, I'll let you go, just like the last one," Xu Feng said with a friendly smile at the Short and Stout Monk.
"The last one?" The Short and Stout Monk sneered and said, "You hurt one of my fellow disciples? Hahaha, just based on you?"
"Based on me," Xu Feng glanced at the Short and Stout Monk's broken leg. "Isn't that enough? I can take you down, so of course I can take down your fellow disciple."
"Enough is enough," the Short and Stout Monk gritted his teeth in pain and said, "But unfortunately, all six of my brothers have secret methods to sense each other. You can't fool me."
"Alright, I admit it, I lied. It's my fault," Xu Feng saw the Short and Stout Monk's resolute expression and knew it would be difficult to extract information from him. With people coming and going around, it wasn't wise to linger. He said, "Then there's nothing I can do. If you won't talk, I'll have to send you on your way."
The Short and Stout Monk realized he couldn't escape and gritted his teeth, raising his sword to make a final strike. Xu Feng wouldn't give him that chance; from ten meters away, he unleashed a dozen sword energies. The Short and Stout Monk barely blocked a few strikes before being overwhelmed and killed by the barrage of swords.
Xu Feng collected the Short and Stout Monk's Superior Spirit Sword and storage bag. He opened the monk's clothing and found he was wearing a Superior Spirit Armor, which Xu Feng ruthlessly stripped off. He then turned back to collect the storage bag from the fallen Seven People.
After casting a Fire Talisman, the Short and Stout Monk's body quickly turned to ashes. Once he dealt with the aftermath, Xu Feng focused on his direction and rushed outward.
The cultivators were all moving toward the center, leaving fewer people on the outskirts. Having just killed the Short and Stout Monk, Xu Feng needed a safe place to check his storage bag for any clues.
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