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Lin Fangxin felt relieved when Xu Feng arrived.
The disciples of the Guo Shan Sword Sect did not share this sentiment; it was a fight now, not a competition, and your status as the third in Xian Dao meant nothing here.
"Haha, another one has come. What luck today! No wonder my right eye has been twitching; it seems I'm about to strike it rich."
"You've got it wrong; a twitching right eye means trouble, while a twitching left eye means wealth."
"Do I look like someone who is in trouble right now?"
"Yes, you do seem to be in trouble..."
The four burst into laughter.
Once they had laughed enough, Xu Feng said, "Since we are all acquaintances, let's do this: one person, one hundred thousand spirit stones."
"What? One hundred thousand? That's a bit low. But since you have two people, I'll take a loss and say two hundred fifty thousand. Two hundred fifty thousand and I'll let you go." As long as he received the money, he would let them go, but others wouldn’t be so forgiving...
Xu Feng's expression darkened. "I value each of your lives at one hundred thousand. Give me four hundred thousand, and I'll let you leave." Ignoring what others thought, the Surging Phoenix Sword suddenly thrust out, and one of the Guo Shan Sword Sect disciples was caught off guard and stabbed down.
Superior Spirit Sword! The other three saw Xu Feng take down one person with a single strike, his speed like lightning, and using the Superior Spirit Sword at that. They immediately sensed the aura of death. The four who had just been arrogant were suddenly silenced.
Xu Feng's strength made them feel ashamed.
If they couldn't compete, they would die.
With a clatter, one of the Guo Shan Sword Sect disciples poured out a pile of spirit stones, counted them carefully, then added a pile of medicinal herbs on top. "Yan Daoyou, I know I was wrong. Here are eighty thousand spirit stones and forty medicinal herbs; that should be enough for one hundred thousand spirit stones. Please have mercy and spare my life."
The other two, seeing this, quickly took out their belongings from their storage bags and said in unison, "Please, Yan Daoyou, show mercy."
Strength is life. Spirit stones can sometimes buy a life, and sometimes they cannot.
"I am a reasonable person. If you don't agree to one hundred thousand, then let's raise the price a bit. Leave your storage bags and swords behind, and you can go," Xu Feng said, wanting to protect Lin Fangxin but not daring to push too hard.
The three of them exchanged glances, and in the end, they left behind their storage bags and spirit swords before turning to flee. With their cultivation levels, without weapons, unless they were extraordinarily lucky, they would only face death.
Lin Fangxin was injured while fleeing in haste and didn't have time to care about it. Looking at the Surging Phoenix Sword in Xu Feng's hand, he said, "You, you..."
Xu Feng knew what he was thinking and replied, "What do you mean? If it weren't for you meddling last time, I could have gotten this sword for six hundred thousand. You raised it to seventy-five thousand; how can you still have the nerve?"
Lin Fangxin finally realized who had competed with him for the sword at the last auction. For a moment, he felt that Xu Feng was even more unfathomable.
"What about the others? Did you see them?" Xu Feng wanted to gather the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
"I saw... their corpses," Lin Fangxin said with a pained expression. "In the morning, Yue Xiyang and I encountered Ma Buyi and another Tiger Warrior. At that time, Ma Buyi and that Tiger Warrior had just gone through a Great War and were seriously injured. After we joined forces, we unfortunately ran into four members of the Guo Shan Sword Sect. The only ones who could fight were me and Yue Xiyang..."
As a result, Ma Buyi and the other Tiger Warrior were killed on the spot, and Yue Xiyang was severely injured before ultimately dying.
The path of cultivation is not a sunny road; one ascends while thousands wither.
This time, ten people from the Loose Cultivator Alliance came. Aside from a few who were secretly gathering at Black Wind Stronghold, it seemed that only Xu Feng and Lin Fangxin remained among those participating in the Immortal Path Conference.
Lin Fangxin turned back to bury Yue Xiyang. At this moment, the setting sun looked like blood as it slowly descended behind the mountains. Lin Fangxin sighed and said, "Yan Daoyou, I won't go to It Mountain Temple. With my strength, I would only be a burden to you. Let's part ways here."
Xu Feng pondered for a moment and said, "That's fine. Tomorrow's It Mountain Temple will be very dangerous, and no one can guarantee victory. I'll escort you to the exit, and you should stay nearby without wandering around. Let's go out together tomorrow." Acquiring treasures is not easy, and ensuring a safe exit afterward is also challenging.
The exit of the Otherworldly Secret Realm is located directly to the south. Xu Feng protected Lin Fangxin as they made their way out, encountering no obstacles along the way. With their full speed, they quickly reached the exit.
"Thank you!" Lin Fangxin agreed on a signal to meet Xu Feng tomorrow and disappeared into the surrounding forest. He possessed a powerful Spirit Talisman, which would allow him to escape alone as long as he wasn't besieged.
After bidding farewell to Lin Fangxin, it was already dark. Xu Feng spread his Wings of the Strange Dragon and flew toward the center of the Otherworldly Secret Realm.
Xu Feng circled around the outskirts and finally landed on the eastern side, finding a place to retract his wings. He concealed his figure, as now Xu Feng from the Loose Cultivator Alliance was a lone commander, and he needed to stand out.
The night was unusually quiet—quiet but unsafe.
In the middle of the night, a chaotic battle broke out involving multiple people. This melee lasted less than ten minutes before everything fell silent again. Apart from those involved, no one knew who won or lost, who lived or died. No one dared to look, no one dared to take advantage, and even no one dared to leave their safe spots.
The third day finally arrived. The morning sun was not blinding; it was red—red like blood.
Cultivators from all four directions emerged from the jungle and arrived at the edge of the square of It Mountain Temple one after another. The cultivators who had been fighting each other before now acted like gentlemen, even greeting each other as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in years. But everyone knew that this gentlemanly demeanor was very fragile; it could collapse with a push or break with a poke.
Xu Feng stood atop a tree not far from the edge of the square. He did not step out but stood alone in the wind, his blue robe fluttering. Any cultivator glancing up could see him. Though he did not walk out, it was already clear: he had arrived.
As the morning mist dissipated, the square gradually became clearer, finally revealing itself to everyone. The enormous square paved with jade stones emitted a soft glow—warm but not dazzling.
A circular white jade square with a radius of fifty meters tightly surrounded It Mountain Temple in its center.
It Mountain Temple resembled a legendary gem tower sitting gracefully in the embrace of the square. A light green pathway pointed peacefully toward the stone gate of It Mountain Temple in the south, waiting for its opening.
The stone gate was three meters wide and only two meters high. A faint electric light flickered above the stone gate, occasionally shooting out dazzling sparks that were both beautiful and alarming.
Across from the stone gate, several groups of people stood in a fan shape at the edge of the square. It was somewhat misleading to refer to them as groups, as there were very few people present.
Footsteps echoed on the jade stone as the first group of cultivators entered the square. Dressed in flowing white robes, Hua Du walked ahead with a cold expression, followed closely by five disciples from Wuhua Island. These five did not participate in the Immortal Path Conference, and Xu Feng did not recognize any of them; those he knew likely perished in the jungle.
The six members of Hua Du stopped ten meters to the left of the stone gate, waiting silently for it to open.
Modern Clerk held a position of respect on the left, with Wuhua Island occupying that side, clearly demonstrating their dominance over other sects.
From a distance, Xu Feng observed, his gaze scanning back and forth over the five individuals behind Hua Du, his expression shifting between gloom and clarity. Hua Du seemed to sense Xu Feng's gaze, glancing up at him from beneath the tree before returning to his indifferent calm.
The five individuals behind Hua Du remained expressionless, completely unconcerned with the scrutiny from various cultivators, as if they looked down upon them, believing they could easily send these onlookers into chaos with a mere gesture.
No one had to wait long before another group of White-Clad Monks entered the arena; it was the turn of the New Moon Sect.
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