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"Kid, I didn't expect you to withstand the Old Man's magical power. Who exactly are you, and why have you come to the Old Man's cave?" The elder said, slightly surprised, as he stroked his beard and looked Ye Feng up and down.
Ye Feng was taken aback by the question. He had been contemplating how to escape from this formidable opponent, but unexpectedly, the elder did not attack him directly; instead, he inquired about his background.
Feeling that the binding of the Mystical Demon Power seemed to have weakened significantly, Ye Feng relaxed a bit, realizing that the Nine-Headed Blood Python was not as ferocious as he had imagined.
"I am Ye Feng, a disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect from the Northern Jin Kingdom. I accidentally trespassed into your cave, senior. Please forgive me," Ye Feng quickly bowed and respectfully informed the elder of his background, instinctively avoiding the first question about the Nine-Headed Blood Python.
"Dragon Tiger Sect?" The Blood Robed Elder transformed from the Nine-Headed Blood Python looked astonished. His gaze shifted to the trembling disciple from Golden Cloud Palace behind Ye Feng. "So, the Nine Sect Trial of the Northern Frontier Five Nations has reopened. The Old Man has been in seclusion for so long that I didn't realize how quickly time has passed; decades have flown by!"
The Nine-Headed Blood Python sighed, exuding an air of desolation and solitude.
Unable to fathom the elder's thoughts, Ye Feng dared not speak out of turn and could only lower his head in silence, pondering his next move.
The fact that the Nine-Headed Blood Python did not attack them immediately did not mean it would let them go easily. Ye Feng was aware that magical beasts were inherently brutal and hostile towards humans. Even if these older magical beasts had lost some of their former ferocity due to the passage of time, it would not be easy for them to let him off lightly.
Sure enough, after a moment of confusion in the Nine-Headed Blood Python's eyes, they suddenly regained clarity. A fierce glint flashed deep within its pupils as its tattered blood-colored robe began to flutter without wind.
"Kid, do not blame the Old Man for being heartless. If you human juniors had not provoked me, it would be fine. But since you have intruded into my cave and are aware of my existence, I will not let you go easily!"
"Senior..." Ye Feng felt a surge of anxiety rising in him just as he was about to speak. Suddenly, he saw the elder wave his sleeve sharply, and a jet-black stream of energy shot out from his arm straight toward Ye Feng.
Although the Mystical Demon Power within him had weakened considerably, Ye Feng still found himself unable to evade effectively against the elder's sudden attack. Realizing that if this Demonic Energy got too close, he would likely meet his end, he felt a tightening in his chest. In a moment of desperation, Ye Feng shook his arms violently and broke free from the binding of Mystical Demon Power with great difficulty, hastily forming a hand seal.
"Quick!" Ye Feng chanted, reciting a spell he hadn't used in years.
With a soft thud, a silver aura suddenly erupted around Ye Feng, and spiritual energy surged from his hands, forming a small silver shield in front of him.
The ominous Demonic Energy rushed forward, but was blocked by the Spirit Shield that Ye Feng had summoned just in time.
Boom! The two mysterious forces from outside this continent finally collided. The seemingly fragile silver shield held firm against the overwhelming Mysterious Demonic Energy.
The crashing Demonic Energy struck the spiritual shield like massive waves hitting a reef, instantly dissipating into countless dark misty particles that vanished around the silver shield. The shield trembled violently; although it barely managed to disperse the old man's released Demonic Energy, its luster dimmed significantly, clearly unable to withstand another round of attack.
Ye Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself. To cast this Spirit Shield, he had nearly exhausted all his stored spiritual energy and could hardly summon a second silver shield.
Meanwhile, some disciples of Golden Cloud Palace, seeing Ye Feng easily fend off the Nine-Headed Blood Python's attack, cheered without realizing the gravity of the situation.
"This old man isn't that impressive; Brother Ye easily blocked his attack. It looks like we're saved! Go for it, Brother Ye! Teach that old man a lesson!"
"Brother Ye is amazing! Old man, you should just surrender. Once Brother Ye counterattacks, I doubt your body can handle it!"
Ye Feng's expression grew increasingly grim. Although he wanted to turn around and scold them, the dizziness from his depleted spiritual energy hit him hard. Just managing to stay on his feet was already quite a challenge!
Fortunately, the Blood Robed Elder transformed from the Nine-Headed Blood Python didn't pay any attention to the disciples' words. His focus was entirely on this young human before him.
Earlier, when he saw Ye Feng suddenly make a strange gesture, the Blood Robed Elder felt a sense of familiarity. When Ye Feng recited an extremely odd yet somewhat familiar complex incantation and conjured the silver shield, the usually cold-faced Blood Robed Elder's expression changed dramatically. His gray-white brows furrowed tightly together, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
"Spirit Shield! You actually know how to use celestial magic! Brat, who exactly are you?" The Blood Robed Elder stomped his foot on the ground and roared angrily.
"Boom!" The Blood Robed Elder unleashed an astonishing force, shaking the ground with a single stomp and creating a gaping crack that echoed with a thunderous sound.
After witnessing the elder's terrifying power, the disciples of Golden Cloud Palace finally closed their mouths, their faces pale as paper, devoid of any color.
"Wow... so impressive!"
"Who... who is he? Could he be an Expert of the Gale Martial Realm?"
"Shut up!" The Blood Robed Elder suddenly turned around, roaring fiercely at the disciples of Golden Cloud Palace.
A sharp pain pierced their ears, as if they had been struck with a heavy blow to the head. All the disciples of Golden Cloud Palace instantly collapsed on the ground, sprawled in various positions, unconscious and unaware of their fate.
With just a single roar, he managed to knock out seven mid-stage Origin Martial Realm disciples. Ye Feng watched in astonishment; fortunately, after scanning with his Soul Thought, he sensed that these disciples were merely unconscious and had not lost their lives, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
Although he did not have much connection with these disciples of Golden Cloud Palace, watching a demon expert slaughter his own kind was still difficult for Ye Feng to accept.
"Tell me, who exactly are you? What is your relationship with Xuan Yue Celestial Master?" Ye Feng felt a blur before his eyes as the Blood Robed Elder suddenly closed in from three meters away, his withered right hand gripping Ye Feng's neck and lifting him off the ground.
"Fro... fro..." With his neck being choked, Ye Feng could hardly speak, only managing to gesture weakly towards his throat and then at the elder's arm.
The elder understood and snorted coldly before throwing Ye Feng against the rock wall.
"Cough cough!" The Blood Robed Elder seemed to toss him lightly, but it nearly broke Ye Feng's bones. Fortunately, after practicing the Innate Spirit Summoning Technique, his physical strength had far surpassed that of ordinary people. Even without Vital Energy protection, he was not seriously injured.
"A real man doesn't suffer losses in front of him. The gap in strength is too great; confronting this beast head-on will only lead to a more tragic end!" Enduring the intense pain throughout his body and feeling dizzy from the impact, Ye Feng steadied his mind and slowly got up from the ground. Suppressing his anger, he said softly, "Senior, why must you torment me like this? I already informed you of my identity earlier. I wear the attire of Dragon Tiger Sect and possess a Dragon Tiger Sect Identity Token. How could that be false? You could easily wipe me out with a wave of your hand; why would I dare to play tricks before you?"
"Enough nonsense, Old Man knows you are a disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect, but where did you learn that celestial technique just now? Don't say that your Dragon Tiger Sect teaches celestial arts. If there is even a hint of falsehood, don't blame Old Man for being ruthless!" The Nine-Headed Blood Python impatiently interrupted Ye Feng's words, his eyes gleaming with menace, as if Ye Feng's answer did not please him, he would immediately execute him!
Ye Feng was momentarily at a loss for how to respond, but he was very clear that his true identity from another world must never be revealed to anyone. As for the secret of the Innate Spirit Summoning Technique, he could not disclose it to the Beast Clan either.
"Senior..." After pondering for a moment, Ye Feng said with a serious expression, "If you are referring to the Spirit Shield that blocked the Demonic Energy just now, then it is indeed not taught by the Dragon Tiger Sect. This Supreme Technique was imparted to me by an old gentleman I encountered on my way before I joined the Dragon Tiger Sect."
"Old gentleman? Are you saying there are still cultivators in this world?" The Blood Robed Elder thought for a moment and realized that Ye Feng was not lying. After all, the Wasteful Young Master was not widely known in the world. This young human could not have cultivated spiritual power on his own. Although the Divine Martial Continent primarily revered Fellow Beauty, there had been an era when cultivators dominated. Even though cultivators had completely vanished from the Divine Martial Continent now, it did not mean that there were no cultivators still alive in secret.
Ye Feng nodded helplessly and spread his hands, saying, "That old gentleman indeed claimed to be a Cultivator. However, he also mentioned that there are no immortals left to cultivate in this world; only by studying martial arts can one hope to stand out. He advised me to occasionally practice the Supreme Technique he taught me to strengthen my body and assist my martial arts training without wasting too much time on it. My spiritual power is limited; being able to summon that Spirit Shield for self-preservation is already my limit. I cannot perform any other celestial techniques."
Ye Feng's expression was dim, and his tone sincere, making it hard for the other party to doubt him. However, he felt a wave of anxiety inside, worried that the other party might demand the Supreme Technique from him; that would be difficult to handle.
Perhaps because the Wasteful Young Master truly no longer suited this continent, the Blood Robed Elder did not continue to inquire about celestial techniques but instead asked Ye Feng why he had come to his cave.
"The Nine-Headed Blood Python has existed for hundreds of years; it is unlikely to be easily deceived. I can only speak honestly and hope that mentioning the Blood Demon Wolf won't provoke his anger." Ye Feng thought carefully and finally mustered up the courage to explain how he entered Tianyi Daoist's cave and accidentally injured the Flying Wing Serpent.
"Tianyi Daoist? That old fart is still lingering in Qiu Yang Secret Realm? Fourth Brother actually gave you the Wordless Heavenly Book? Does he really think that with your little bit of mediocre celestial arts, Fourth Brother believes you can reseal the Ancient Demon Lord!" The Blood Robed Elder scoffed disdainfully at Ye Feng, clearly not believing that Ye Feng had the strength to seal the Ancient Demon Lord.
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