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Xu Feng ran between Consort Zhu Lin and Xianxia City twice, becoming familiar with the terrain. The straight-line distance was nearly ninety thousand miles, and with the speed of his Flying Sword at around three thousand miles per hour, it would take him at least two hours to reach Xianxia City at the fastest.
This time, Xu Feng did not hurry; he even took the opportunity to stop at a mortal teahouse along the way to enjoy a cup of Tieguanyin tea. He moved slowly for two reasons: first, to allow the people from Purple Cloud Sect to catch up, and second, to wait for the sun to set in the west.
The wind was high, suitable for starting a fire, and the darkness of night was perfect for killing.
Yang Wei, as a Guardian of Purple Cloud Sect, would not let Xu Feng off easily if he died at his hands. Even if he escaped into Xianxia City, it would be difficult to shake off this pursuit. It was better to face short pain than long suffering; short suffering was preferable to no pain at all...
Once he confirmed that Cai Shujun was safe, Xu Feng felt much freer in his actions. Due to the vast difference in their cultivation levels, Purple Cloud Sect could not possibly send Qiao Li from the Divine Separation Stage to hunt him down. The strongest they had was Yang She. If it came to a direct confrontation, Xu Feng would not fare well. However, killing was not a competition; Xu Feng had enough confidence and resources to eliminate Yang She, and if worse came to worst, he could still retreat safely.
To avoid revealing his trump card and attracting more powerful enemies unexpectedly, Xu Feng needed to wait until nightfall before taking action. Killing someone in the Late Stage of Golden Core while being in the Late Stage of Nascent Soul was a perverse act that would make fellow cultivators uneasy; it was best kept hidden from sight.
After completing this task, he planned to return to Liuxiang Kingdom, where Lord of Fragrance held sway. Any cultivator above the Divine Separation Stage would have to give him face. Xu Feng chuckled to himself, feeling like a bandit.
In the afternoon, Xu Feng flew into an area densely populated with villages. The population was large, with villages spaced only five or six miles apart, but these were all mortal residential areas without any cultivation sects. Xu Feng sheathed his Flying Sword and dove into one of the villages.
In this realm where immortals and mortals were distinct, there was an unwritten rule among modern clerks: cultivators could fight however they wished but should avoid mass killing of mortals; otherwise, some reclusive old monsters might come looking for trouble.
Xu Feng chose this place specifically so that Purple Cloud Sect would be restrained in their actions. Furthermore, this area was a Mortal Zone, making it harder for his nighttime killing methods to be discovered.
On Peach Blossom Mountain lay Peach Blossom Village, known for its peach trees. Currently, there were no blossoms... cough!
The village was filled with peach trees, hence its name. It was now winter—not the season for peach blossoms—and winter had already arrived; how far could peach blossoms be?
Xu Feng dined at a Peach Blossom Inn in the village. The mortals there were accustomed to seeing cultivators and recognized that Xu Feng was not one of their kind but treated him as just another mortal guest.
Xu Feng sat down boldly and called out, "Waiter, I’d like a grilled fish."
Peach Blossom Inn had only five tables; with the boss and waiter combined there were only three people. Fortunately, it was past mealtime by then, so Xu Feng was the only customer. The waiter acknowledged him and hurried into the kitchen.
Soon enough, the grilled fish was served. The boss and waiter craned their necks to watch as this cultivator enjoyed his mortal grilled fish.
The fish was placed on the plate; it was supposed to be grilled, but in reality, it was pan-fried and just briefly finished over the fire.
"Fish shouldn't be made like this," Xu Feng intentionally dragged out the time and, in a moment of inspiration, decided to grill the fish himself.
Xu Feng entered the kitchen, grabbed a fish from the sink, and started grilling it. The restaurant boss didn't dare to stop him; it was a rare opportunity to see a cultivator cooking.
This world didn't have chili peppers, but there were similar seasonings. Xu Feng used modern grilling techniques, applying a generous amount of seasoning. The fish sizzled on the grill, and soon the aroma wafted out of the restaurant.
At the high points at both ends of the restaurant, Xiao Jing from Xiaoyao Sect and a spy from Purple Cloud Sect were hiding.
"Why isn't this guy running? Does he have a death wish? Our Red-Clad Elder from Xiaoyao Sect has already arrived in Longmen Town. Xu Feng, oh Xu Feng, your time is up." Xiao Jing sent another Messaging Talisman to the sky, marking Xu Feng's exact location.
The member from Purple Cloud Sect didn’t need to send a message; they were familiar with the Xianxia City area. Xu Feng couldn't escape Yang She's pursuit; he only needed to know Xu Feng's general location. At this moment, all he wanted to know was what that grilled fish tasted like.
"Adding so many seasonings, this guy has a heavy taste. Hmm, definitely confirmed."
Xu Feng grilled his fish at a leisurely pace. Since crossing over, he hadn't been able to enjoy many of his hometown delicacies. Food from the mortal realm was harmful to cultivators, but Xu Feng didn’t care about that; he only regretted not having Spicy Hot Pot.
This fish could have been grilled in half an hour, but Xu Feng took two hours to grill it thoroughly until it was fragrant and oily. The restaurant boss, who had a background as a chef, quickly saw a business opportunity and had two assistants set up their tools to follow Xu Feng's lead. When they reached an unclear part of the process, they boldly asked Xu Feng for advice, and he gladly took on the role of a cooking instructor.
With the restaurant boss joining in, time stretched even longer. Xu Feng ended up teaching them how to make grilled fish step by step. The restaurant boss was flabbergasted; if Xu Feng weren't alive, he would have almost burned incense in his honor.
By the time the restaurant boss and his two assistants had learned the basic methods of 21st-century grilling, it was nearly dark. The boss had sharp eyes and noticed that Xu Feng's temperament was different from other cultivators; he was one who enjoyed mortal pleasures. So he had his assistants hang a "Closed" sign at the door and brought out good wine along with several delicious dishes, sincerely inviting Xu Feng to drink.
Xu Feng rarely drank with mortals and began drinking with the boss.
The boss was a man in his forties who had served in the military when he was younger. Later, he injured his leg and returned home to learn cooking before opening this restaurant. While chatting about everyday life with him, Xu Feng secretly added a bit of spiritual medicine into his wine. After two cups, miraculously, the boss's injured leg healed completely as if it had never been hurt.
Even the lowest-grade spiritual medicine could work wonders on mortals. The restaurant boss naturally understood that it was Xu Feng's doing and immediately knelt down in gratitude, moved to tears.
While Xu Feng was drinking and chatting with the hotel boss, more than a dozen cultivators from the Purple Cloud Sect arrived. A scout approached Yang She and reported a few words before pointing in Xu Feng's direction.
Yang She waved his hand, and his subordinates surrounded the hotel, waiting for Yang She’s command to enter and capture someone.
As it grew dim, the villagers of Peach Blossom Village saw the cultivators taking action and hurriedly retreated with their families to avoid being caught up in any trouble.
Yang She glanced over at Xiao Jing. With his strength, he easily spotted Xiao Jing hiding in the shadows. Xiao Jing did not shy away and met his gaze directly.
Although Xiao Jing was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, the Xiaoyao Sect was the largest cultivation sect in the Lianyun Mountain Range and ranked among the top in all of Zheguo. They were not something a wealthy sect like the Purple Cloud Sect could compare to. As one of the Seven Young Masters of Xiaoyao Sect, Xiao Jing naturally did not take Yang She seriously.
Upon seeing the Xiaoyao Sect emblem on Xiao Jing's robe, Yang She quickly confirmed Xiao Jing's identity based on various pieces of information and asked, "Are you a member of Xiaoyao Sect?"
"I am Xiao Jing, the Fifth Young Master of Xiaoyao Sect."
Yang She was secretly alarmed; it turned out to be one of the Young Masters of Xiaoyao Sect. This could complicate matters. With this person intervening, things might change. Yang She was unaware of the enmity between Xiaoyao Sect and Xu Feng and assumed that Xiao Jing was there to protect Xu Feng.
Fortunately, Xiao Jing was not foolish. Seeing the aggressive approach of the Purple Cloud Sect group, he realized they were looking for trouble with Xu Feng. He had heard about Xu Feng's issues with Purple Cloud Sect while at Consort Zhu Lin's place. Judging by Yang She and his companions' demeanor, he concluded they were indeed from Purple Cloud Sect.
Xiao Jing asked, "Are you from Purple Cloud Sect?"
"Indeed. I am Yang She."
Xiao Jing did not recognize someone like Yang She and replied, "There is no need for concern, my friend. The Xiaoyao Sect has a grudge against Xu Feng; I intend to take his life. Since Purple Cloud Sect also has grievances with him, why not trap him first? In no time, my people from Xiaoyao Sect will arrive, and we can take down Xu Feng together."
Yang She thought for a moment and understood. It seemed that he could not seek revenge for Yang Wei; Xu Feng's life would be handed over to Xiaoyao Sect. However, he could not let them benefit without any effort on his part since they only wanted Xu Feng alive...
Yang She said, "This Xu Feng is indeed vicious; he dares to offend Xiaoyao Sect—he truly deserves to die. How about this: since Xu Feng has killed nearly ten members of our Purple Cloud Sect, I will capture him myself, beat him half to death, and then hand him over to Xiaoyao Sect for disposal."
Yang She did not want to make this trip in vain; he planned to subdue Xu Feng first, seize his Spatial Ring for valuables, and then deliver a half-dead Xu Feng to Xiaoyao Sect. This way, he would have an explanation when he returned.
Xiao Jing could also see Yang She's intentions. Now, Xiao Jing was alone and vulnerable; Yang She only wanted to gain some benefits, and the person would still be left for the Xiaoyao Sect. The Xiaoyao Sect was large and influential, not concerned about such trivial matters. Giving Yang She some face would also save the Xiaoyao Sect some effort, so it was a win-win situation. He said, "That's fine then. I will trouble you, Daoist Yang. Please make sure to spare Xu Feng's life so I can take him away."
The two reached a consensus and decided Xu Feng's fate. One wanted money, the other wanted a life.
The villagers dispersed, and the innkeeper naturally noticed this but did not rush to express his stance. Two of his assistants stood trembling to the side, wanting to leave but too afraid to do so. Cultivators wouldn’t kill mortals without reason, but if one sought death themselves, they couldn’t blame the immortals.
Sweat began to bead on the innkeeper's forehead. Xu Feng looked outside and said, "You all go ahead; I'll stay for a while longer." He tossed a spirit herb to the innkeeper. When the fight broke out later, this inn would surely be destroyed, and this single spirit herb from Xu Feng would be enough to buy the entire inn.
The innkeeper felt as if he had been granted a reprieve. He had just learned how to grill fish from Xu Feng and had also received treatment for his injured leg. Seeing Xu Feng in danger but unable to help, he placed the spirit herb back beside Xu Feng and said, "I owe a great debt of gratitude to the immortal master; my heart feels heavy. Now that the immortal master is in trouble, how can I still have the face to take your things? I feel ashamed."
Xu Feng did not press him further and said, "Go on." Mortals had no power to fight back in battles between cultivators; staying behind would only lead to death.
The innkeeper took his two assistants and retreated far away.
Xu Feng finished the last piece of fish belly meat and spat out a fishbone that resembled a toothpick into the dark void.
Night finally fell.
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