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Jin Yi Xiu Shi signaled by Lin Fangxin let out three fox calls from a tree, his face showing urgency.
Xu Feng's gaze was no better than his, circling around the golden-clad cultivator twice without spotting any ambush, before finally flying over and appearing in front of the person.
"Where's Lin Fangxin?" Xu Feng emerged from the mist.
"Yan Daoyou?" The golden-clad cultivator did not recognize the restored Xu Feng, but found some traces in Xu Feng's eyes.
Xu Feng replied, "At a time like this, who would still want to show up here?"
The golden-clad cultivator finally confirmed Xu Feng's identity and said, "Yan Daoyou, last night's incident caused quite a stir, and all factions are paying close attention here. Lin Liu Shao has already found White Eagle, but we can't stay here; we need to change locations. Come with me; our people are waiting at another place."
Xu Feng looked directly into the golden-clad cultivator's eyes. The cultivator felt uneasy under that gaze but straightened his back and said, "We'll meet outside the North Gate, ten miles away. We need to hurry."
Not noticing anything unusual, Xu Feng said, "Let's go now."
The two of them made their way through a path out of the forest, heading towards the North Gate. The fog outside the forest had lessened considerably, but they still couldn't see pedestrians ten yards away.
They traveled smoothly and soon arrived at the designated meeting point outside the North Gate.
This was an entrance to a mountain range, not particularly concealed, but it provided a timely escape into the mountains in case of an emergency, increasing their chances of survival.
When Xu Feng arrived, Lin Fangxin had not yet shown up. The golden-clad cultivator explained, "This is not a route that White Eagle must take, so he won't stop here. Lin Liu Shao spent quite a bit of Kung Fu to have the disciples of Spirit Beast Manor take this detour, so we should arrive before them."
"Mm." Xu Feng simply nodded.
Xu Feng did not have to wait long; about ten minutes later, a White Eagle swooped down, with Lin Fangxin and Zhao Hu appearing on its back.
The White Eagle did not stop but merely slowed down as it flew over. Lin Fangxin waved to Xu Feng, who leaped onto the eagle's back. The golden-robed cultivator did not join them but waved from below, watching Xu Feng fly away into the distance.
On the eagle's back, Zhao Hu was in front, accompanied by a disciple from Spirit Beast Manor, who handed him a storage bag filled with spirit stones.
Seeing that Xu Feng had safely boarded the White Eagle, Lin Fangxin said, "Yan Daoyou, last night the entire Mist City was in an uproar. People from the Six Major Sects went to your hiding place. Was it really for you?"
Xu Feng replied, "I don't know what they were after; I'm just living well here."
Noticing that Xu Feng did not want to discuss it further, Lin Fangxin said, "Yan Daoyou, rest assured. I am out on an official trip this time and won't attract attention. The Six Sects won't know you went to Xian City."
"Thank you for your hard work." Xu Feng understood that Lin Fangxin had taken a significant risk; if discovered, it would bring considerable trouble to the Lin family, effectively placing them in opposition to the Six Major Sects.
Lin Fangxin was not just a temporary worker for the Lin family.
The distance from Mist City to Xian City was less than eight thousand miles. Xu Feng had traveled back and forth several times before and was already familiar with the terrain.
The White Eagle flew swiftly, and at Lin Fangxin's request, they hardly took any breaks, arriving at Xian City by nightfall.
Xu Feng found an inn to stay in. To avoid causing trouble for Lin Fangxin, they parted ways that evening.
Before parting, Xu Feng gifted Lin Fangxin the Surging Phoenix Sword he had long desired and added two Sixth-Rank Demon Pills. Although Lin Fangxin was slightly displeased, he could not resist the temptation of the Superior Spirit Sword and accepted it; however, he stubbornly refused the two Sixth-Rank Demon Pills. In the end, Xu Feng replaced them with two drops of It Mountain Spring to settle the matter.
After resting at the inn for a night, Xu Feng bought a swift horse early the next morning and headed straight for Beast Reject City.
To avoid drawing attention, Xu Feng chose to blend in with a merchant caravan. However, the caravan was moving too slowly, and fearing that prolonged delays could lead to trouble, Xu Feng had to switch to different caravans along the way, opting for whichever one was faster.
The caravan guards noticed Xu Feng's ethereal demeanor and recognized him as a cultivator, so they dared not refuse him. Instead, they tried to please him, hoping he would not interfere with the caravan's affairs.
After traveling over two thousand miles, they entered an open area where only low earth mounds could be seen; the trees were no taller than a person and the grass barely reached the knees. Beyond this open space lay the two cities in front of Beast Reject City: Listening Beast City and Beast City.
Due to his sensitivity to danger, Xu Feng felt an ominous premonition; the journey seemed too calm and too smooth.
This open area stretched for thousands of miles, and in the event of a battle, there would be nowhere to escape. It was clear that defeat would lead only to death.
This was a necessary passage, and Xu Feng found himself in a difficult position.
"Go!" Xu Feng urged his horse forward. He rode a hybrid steed capable of covering a thousand miles in a day. Xu Feng aimed to cross this open area as quickly as possible.
With a single rider leaving dust behind, he distanced himself from the caravan and overtook another merchant group.
"Aw!" Several sharp cries echoed as more white dots appeared in the sky. These dots quickly approached; they were White Eagles from Spirit Beast Manor.
What was meant to come had finally arrived!
The White Eagles surrounded Xu Feng completely. The eagle riders displayed arrogant expressions, their white garments billowing; they were Golden Core Cultivators from Wuhua Island. Eight riders on eight eagles circled above Xu Feng.
The encirclement gradually tightened. The eight cultivators from Wuhua Island, who held aerial superiority, were not worried about Xu Feng escaping.
Xu Feng came to a halt, his hybrid steed snorting heavily while its front hooves thudded against the grass, creating a rhythmic sound.
Eight against one, the eagle against the horse. Xu Feng truly found it difficult to escape.
A person jumped down from the eagle and headed straight for Xu Feng. This person was Wang Zhen, who had lost face last night. Two other Guardians who participated in the hunt last night were also on the eagle. The other five people were unfamiliar to Xu Feng, but he noticed that four of them had a purple flower embroidered on their clothes, suggesting they held a slightly different status.
Wang Zhen stopped ten meters away from Xu Feng and said, "Kid, how do you plan to die?"
Xu Feng knew that the other party had confirmed his identity, and further denial would be futile. He replied, "How I die depends on whether you can capture me first." With that, he drew two Superior Spirit Swords.
Wang Zhen did not expect Xu Feng to dare to fight back. If it were another Foundation Establishment Practitioner surrounded by eight Golden Core Cultivators, they would have been scared out of their wits by now.
"Not bad," Wang Zhen praised. "Calm under pressure, clever and courageous. If Wuhua Island had disciples like you, it wouldn't have to worry about the Sect's decline. It's just a pity... they died at your hands; it's not unjust."
"I have killed them, but I have also saved them," Xu Feng said, not wanting to take all the blame.
One of the people on the eagle saw that Wang Zhen was still talking nonsense and shouted loudly, "Capture him first! This kid is full of tricks; we don't want any long nights filled with dreams."
Wang Zhen seemed somewhat wary of that person's identity and stopped talking. He reached out to grab Xu Feng. In his eyes, no matter how much this chicken struggled, it would only peck at his fingers and could never harm him.
Xu Feng was on horseback and swung his swords, sending two beams of sword light toward Wang Zhen's eyes.
Wang Zhen did not draw his sword; instead, he raised both hands and surprisingly caught the two beams of sword light in his grasp. Xu Feng's sword energy dissipated, causing Wang Zhen's palms to ache as he cursed inwardly—there was indeed some skill involved.
This was Xu Feng's first encounter with a Golden Core Cultivator. His proud dual energy swords were easily dispelled by Wang Zhen, as if he were swatting away two mosquitoes.
Sword energy might work against practitioners of the same level, but it was useless against a Golden Core Cultivator with significantly higher defenses. If Xu Feng had used real swords to stab, Wang Zhen would not have dared to take it head-on; after all, his hands could not compare to a spiritual weapon. However, by relying solely on sword energy without the sharpness of a spiritual sword, the Golden Core Cultivator had a clear advantage.
Xu Feng launched a sword strike and then ceased his attacks, knowing that to make the Golden Core Stage wary, he needed at least the strength of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage to inflict damage on a Golden Core Cultivator. Otherwise, with his current cultivation level, no matter how many sword energies he unleashed, he would still be unable to harm Wang Zhen in the slightest, unless by sheer luck he happened to hit his eyes.
Not attacking did not mean he wouldn’t flee. Xu Feng urged his hybrid horse to run away; once this hybrid horse took off, even a Golden Core Cultivator would find it hard to catch up unless they used a Flying Sword. However, using a Flying Sword was also energy-consuming and generally not employed unless traveling outside where one would ride a spirit beast.
As soon as the hybrid horse started moving, Wang Zhen leaped into the air, drawing his sword. The sword light flashed out of thin air, prompting Xu Feng to hurriedly dodge. The hybrid horse let out a long neigh before Wang Zhen cleaved it in two with a single strike.
“Child, why don’t you just surrender?”
“Surrender to you? No way!” Xu Feng took off running, fully aware that escape was futile; he merely wanted to gauge the strength difference between himself and the Golden Core Cultivator.
Sure enough, he hadn’t run ten meters before Wang Zhen intercepted him. Wang Zhen swiftly thrust two sword strikes at him. Xu Feng parried with both swords, producing two clanging sounds as his swords nearly slipped from his grip.
“Not dying after taking two of my strikes is quite impressive,” Wang Zhen remarked, taking the opportunity to praise himself while showcasing his superior martial skills.
The Cold Noodle Golden Core Cultivator who had just reprimanded Wang Zhen felt displeased and thought, “This Wang Zhen always likes to show off in front of juniors. Hasn’t he progressed beyond the Early Stage of Golden Core after all these years?”
With no way to escape, as Wang Zhen swung another sword strike at him, Xu Feng braced himself and blocked it. He was sent flying by the impact, spitting out blood as he fell to the ground.
Just as Xu Feng was about to be captured by Wang Zhen, two Dapeng birds suddenly appeared from afar and swiftly flew closer; members of the New Moon Sect had finally arrived.
One person jumped down from a Dapeng without hesitation and rushed straight toward Xu Feng.
There were seven people on the two Dapeng birds from the New Moon Sect. In addition to the four who had been hunting him yesterday, there were three Female Cultivators among them, one of whom turned out to be Cai Shujun.
As Xu Feng looked closely, he noticed Cai Shujun standing quietly behind a Beautiful Woman. Her gaze fell on Xu Feng, and upon realizing that Xu Feng was also looking at her, her face flushed red as she quickly turned her head away.
Qiu Wuling! Xu Feng heard Lin Fangxin mention her before, and now from Cai Shujun's expression, it is clear that this person must be Qiu Wuling.
The Grand Elder of the New Moon Sect, a figure on par with Hua Wanduo, even Chu Wushang has to consider her feelings.
Wuhua Island was not surprised to see the New Moon Sect suddenly arrive. The Cold-Faced Monk on the sculpture shouted loudly, "Elder Qiu has come personally; she must be here to take people from Wuhua Island!"
Qiu Wuling didn't even glance at him.
The cultivator who jumped down approached to take Xu Feng away, but Wang Zhen shouted, "Huayuan Qiao, what do you want?"
The person who came was indeed Huayuan Qiao, who participated in yesterday's operation. "Didn't you see? Why are you even asking?"
Wang Zhen was blocked by him and felt dizzy with anger. He stopped talking and drew his sword, charging forward as the two began to fight.
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