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After retreating for more than ten miles, Xu Feng stopped at a high ground and hid inside a large tree. This tree was relatively isolated with an open view, making it easy to spot anyone approaching.
After resting for a while, the sky began to lighten.
Xu Feng took out the Superior Spirit Armor of the Short and Stout Monk. Noticing its subtle luster and superior quality compared to Yang Chenglin's fiery red armor, he immediately changed into it.
Last night, he had collected over ten storage bags. Xu Feng emptied each one and transferred the contents into his Spatial Ring. These Foundation Establishment Practitioners were all elites from various sects, but they didn't have much in stock. The low-grade and Medium-Grade Spirit Swords he found were the most valuable items, and none of them had more than two hundred thousand spirit stones. However, accumulating from several bags added up to over a million spirit stones.
The variety of medicinal herbs collected from these individuals greatly pleased Xu Feng; no wonder many preferred killing over gathering herbs.
The storage bag of the Short and Stout Monk was entirely purple, slightly different in shape from those of Liuxiang Kingdom. Upon opening it, Xu Feng found that the interior space was about twenty square meters, nearly comparable to his Spatial Ring.
The spirit stones were sorted into two piles: one containing around eight hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones and another with over ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Such wealth was significant for Foundation Establishment Practitioners.
On the shelf within the space were some commonly used items for cultivation; larger storage bags typically included a space shelf.
There were two Medium-Grade Spirit Swords, their sword energy impressive and far superior to any Medium-Grade Spirit Sword Xu Feng had seen before. With such a sword, one could almost withstand an ordinary Superior Spirit Sword. Looking back at the ten or so swords in his possession made him feel like one was gold and jade while the others were worthless.
A stack of advanced Martial Talismans numbered around fifty, all powerful attack-type talismans. However, there wasn't a single Spirit Talisman among them. It was understandable since Spirit Talismans were akin to treasures that not everyone could obtain; if there were any, Xu Feng might have been lying on the ground instead.
There were over a dozen bottles of pills, most being Fifth-Rank Pills, with only one Sixth-Level pill present—Xu Feng's previously used Sixth-Level Revitalizing Pill. Jin Liaoyuan had left behind one bottle, now containing seven or eight pills.
On the bottom shelf lay a pile of medicinal herbs, with over ten plants stored in Jade Boxes while the rest were bundled together beneath the shelf. Xu Feng recognized most of these herbs, but a few he had only seen in books and were rarely found in Liuxiang Kingdom.
Finally, Xu Feng's gaze landed on the upper right corner of the shelf where two items caught his attention—these were the last two items and also what interested him the most.
One was an Identity Jade Tablet and the other a Sword Manual.
The Jade Tablet was quite eye-catching; its material was far superior to that issued by Wan Jian Sect. It was palm-sized and crystal clear. Engraved along the top edge were three characters: Nine Dragon Pool, with a coiling azure dragon illustrated in the upper right corner.
In the center was inscribed a name: Qiao Bugu.
Nine Dragon Pool? Qiao Bugu?
Xu Feng quickly searched his memory regarding Heroes of the Fragrant Nation and confirmed that there was no faction named Nine Dragon Pool in Liuxiang Kingdom. However, given Short and Stout Monk Qiao Bugu's strength, his sect could not be insignificant.
Could it be that Qiao Bugu wasn't from Liuxiang Kingdom? Combining this with previous events, Xu Feng felt an external force had already infiltrated Liuxiang Kingdom's territory.
Qiao Bugu had six brothers before his death. Six? The Wan Jian Sect and the New Moon Sect have already sent their people, so the other three are most likely at Wuhua Island, Star River Sword Sect, or Guo Shan Sword Sect.
The six of them were hiding in the Liuxiang Kingdom's Six Major Sects, successfully deceiving the sects into trusting them and entering the Immortal Path Conference. They ultimately appeared in the Otherworldly Secret Realm, where they could kill at will.
What was their purpose?
With the cultivation levels of Qiao Bugu and the other five, each of them was above Hua Du. Together, they could sweep through almost everything in the Otherworldly Secret Realm. Even if Xu Feng encountered them, he could only activate the Wings of the Strange Dragon and flee.
It had been one night since entering the Otherworldly Secret Realm, and at least half of each sect's disciples had died. The six acted like pigs eating tigers, accelerating the deaths of personnel from various sects.
Xu Feng seemed to see a pair of cold eyes watching the confused beings in the Otherworldly Secret Realm.
No matter what conspiracy you have, I can always run away. You cannot kill me, Xu Feng thought firmly.
The Sword Manual was thin, with a light yellow cover that bore four characters: Swift Wind Eight Swords.
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So there were only eight swords; no wonder it felt so familiar. Xu Feng had fought with three people before, all using the same sword technique—this Swift Wind Eight Swords.
This sword technique was no less impressive than Yi Seven Swords and Falling Petals Nine Swords. If it weren't for Xu Feng having prior knowledge, he might not have caught Qiao Bugu's flaw and succeeded in his sneak attack.
In Xu Feng's Earth-Level Cultivation Method, there were accompanying Combat Techniques, but this was a cross-boundary Cultivation Method. Even those at the Golden Core Stage could use it. The basic level's Combat Techniques, compared to sword techniques like Yi Seven Swords, still fell short. Unless Xu Feng reached the Golden Core Stage, he would need to use advanced Combat Techniques to win, such as progressing from Ten Steps, One Kill to One Step, One Kill.
Though talented in sword techniques, it wasn't something he could master instantly. After carefully reviewing it once, he roughly understood the characteristics of the moves in the Swift Wind Eight Swords. He tried to imprint all eight moves into his mind so that when he faced an enemy again, he would be prepared and ready to act.
These eight swords were profound and intricate; understanding them fully couldn't be achieved in a short time. After studying for a whole morning, Xu Feng had only grasped a little of the first sword. To truly comprehend it would take at least ten to fifteen months.
As noon approached on the second day, when dawn broke, the gates of It Mountain Temple would open, leading to an inevitable great war. Xu Feng adjusted his breathing and rushed inward.
He quickly entered a twenty-mile area. After a night of fighting, personnel from various sects had made some progress; this twenty-mile region was now eerily silent—considered the outer perimeter.
As they closed in further, within a ten-mile range, any elevation would allow disciples from various sects to see each other. Originally four main paths leading in four directions had now become intertwined without distinction.
Attacks between sects had decreased significantly. Those from the same sect were close together and quickly regrouped. Now, figures appeared in clusters representing their respective sects; lone individuals were rare. Once someone was isolated, they became like startled birds—ready to flee at any sign of danger.
Xu Feng circled outside within ten miles, hoping to find members of the Loose Cultivator Alliance. After all this fighting, there were few left from each sect. So far, only one disciple from the Loose Cultivator Alliance had appeared at the square of It Mountain Temple, while others remained silent.
As long as anyone encounters Nine Dragon Pool, no one from the Loose Cultivator Alliance is a match for them. Fortunately, Nine Dragon Pool's target is the Six Major Sects and they do not care about a disorganized group like the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
When I circled to the east, I finally spotted a familiar figure, Lin Fangxin.
Four disciples from Guo Shan Sword Sect were viciously pursuing Lin Fangxin and Yue Xiyang. Yue Xiyang was limping as he ran, with a large wound on his leg that nearly exposed the bone, while Lin Fangxin occasionally turned back to pull him along.
"Just go ahead," Yue Xiyang suddenly shook off Lin Fangxin and shouted, "I placed a bet of ten thousand spirit stones at the Flying Flower Casino in Feihua City. Take this receipt; if I win, the spirit stones are yours. Consider it a token of our friendship." Yue Xiyang knew the situation was dire and did not want to drag Lin Fangxin down with him; he even remembered his bet in his final moments.
"...Alright!" Lin Fangxin understood that this was not the time to act like a hero. With four against one from Guo Shan Sword Sect, being caught meant certain death. He turned and dashed away. After running just a few steps, a scream echoed behind him.
Xu Feng arrived too late; Yue Xiyang had been killed by errant swords. Like many other cultivators who died here, he became mere fertilizer for countless herbs in the Otherworldly Secret Realm.
Lin Fangxin's luck was also poor. Two disciples from Guo Shan Sword Sect with impressive martial skills quickly caught up to him, while the other two arrived shortly after, surrounding Lin Fangxin. He placed his hand on his storage bag; as soon as they made a move, he would unleash his Spirit Talisman.
"Everyone, take it easy! We can discuss this; I can offer spirit stones or elixirs," Xu Feng shouted from a distance before leaping down from the treetops into the crowd.
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