Location: Flowing Cloud City·Myriad Treasures Tower·Elegant Room on the third floor
It took less than half a day for the news of Flowing Cloud City's change of ownership to spread throughout thousands of miles.
There are various versions of the story. Some say that the city lord was killed instantly by someone, some say that the person was a direct disciple of a certain hidden power, and some say that City Lord's Mansion replaced a "Community Neighborhood Committee" plaque as a code, representing the official entry of a mysterious force.
The rumors are becoming more and more outrageous as they spread, but one thing is consistent among all versions - that young man is difficult to offend. Flowing Cloud City Rogue Cultivator people who are determined to run away today, it is best to keep this matter in mind and don't make any strange ideas.
Lin Feng personally knows nothing about these rumors and is not interested in them.
He returned to Myriad Treasures Tower because Cang Xuan sent word that the goods were on the market. Three interested large buyers came that afternoon. One of them made a quick move and settled on two items on the spot. The deposit was paid.
Lin Feng came to sign the confirmation documents and see if there is anything worth hunting for.
Myriad Treasures Tower The third floor is a VIP private room. People who are not from major sects or top chambers of commerce are not allowed to enter.
Cang Xuan accompanied him in person, explained the transaction clearly to him, and briefly introduced several newly arrived treasures. Lin Feng didn't listen very seriously, holding a hospitality fruit that Cang Xuan had prepared in his hand, and flipping through the appraisal form of the utensils while eating.
Then, the door to the private room next door opened.
Footsteps came from the corridor, clear, light, and rhythmic, but the position of each step was extremely precise, as if it had been carefully calculated, and even walking had a sense of control like walking on thin ice.
Lin Feng didn't even raise his head, but he felt it.
The feeling is very strange, as if something is approaching. You use your spiritual sense to detect it, but you can't detect anything. The aura around that person is as clean as a piece of white paper, leaving you completely confused.
The visitor stopped in the middle of the corridor on the third floor.
Lin Feng raised his head.
Standing in the corridor was a woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, with a slender figure, wearing a purple robe, with a thin dark gold belt tied around her waist. She only used a plain white hairpin for her bun. There were no extra decorations, but she looked clean and elegant.
She has a pretty face, but what's more eye-catching is her eyes. Those eyes are extremely calm, a kind of calmness that is formed naturally after seeing too many things and is difficult to be easily impressed. It forms a strange contrast with her apparent youthfulness.
Her eyes fell on Lin Feng and stopped.
The two looked at each other across the corridor, and neither of them spoke first.
Lin Feng spent about two seconds trying to sense the opponent's cultivation level.
There was nothing. It wasn't that the other party was deliberately hiding it, but that the aura was so tightly condensed that it was like an object without temperature and odor. His perception slipped on her body and he couldn't capture any effective information.
This level of convergence is at least God King Realm.
Maybe even higher.
Lin Feng took a bite of the spirit fruit and said calmly, "You're looking for me?"
"Hmm." The woman's voice was low and concise, "The breath on your body is very strange."
"What's strange?"
"It's not like the things here." She took a few steps closer, stopped on the other side of the corridor, still keeping a distance, and glanced back and forth at Lin Feng several times. "There is a... very ancient aura, older than the history of Primordial Chaos World. It is hidden deep, but I can feel it."
"Your perception is good." Lin Feng admitted.
"Where are you from?"
"A place far away," Lin Feng said, "A place you have never been to."
The woman was silent for a moment and changed her question:
"Can you let me feel that breath?"
"No," Lin Feng shook his head, "It's inconvenient for strangers."
The corner of the woman's mouth moved slightly, as if she was going to smile, but then she pulled it back.
"Then you can only feel it with your hands."
Less than a second after the words were spoken, she took action.
There was no preparatory action, no posture, the palm was pushed forward, and a stream of light shot out from the palm. It was not fast, even a little calm, but the trajectory of the stream of light was extremely tricky. It shot out from the front, folded in two in the air, and finally cut in from the side and ran towards the shoulder of Lin Feng.
With this move, if the opponent just mechanically defends from the front, it will definitely be bypassed.
Lin Feng turned sideways to get out of the way of the stream of light, raised his right hand, and flicked the fold of the stream of light.
With a "pop" sound, the streamer was scattered.
The woman's brows moved slightly, her wrist turned, and she took a second shot. This time, three streams of light spread out in a fan shape at the same time, covering the entire defensive blind spot in the area directly in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng didn't move, he just turned the palm of his right hand over, faced the gathering point of the three streams of light, and pushed it out with one palm.
"Pfft--"
The three streams of light dispersed at the same time, but the force of the palm pushing out did not stop, and continued in its original direction, heading straight for the woman's chest.
The woman took half a step back, cut sideways with her right hand, diverted the palm force diagonally, and responded with a counter push.
The two of them were just like this in the corridor, going back and forth, one pushing and the other blocking. In just a dozen rounds, there was no big move, the moves were very simple, but each move accurately tested the opponent's defense limit.
Then Lin Feng turned on Rule Analysis.
It was a change in perspective, like switching the world to slow motion, and at the same time adding a completely different underlying perspective - he could see the operating logic behind each of the woman's moves, the direction in which her spiritual energy was running before the stream of light struck, and the landing point and angle she was most likely to choose next.
After three rounds, he saw a flaw.
When the woman makes a move, there is a very small window period for the defense of the right waist. In about half a breath, that position will briefly lose the spiritual protection. It is not a technical flaw, but more like some kind of habitual movement inertia. When masters are fighting, ordinary people cannot detect it at all, let alone take advantage of it.
Lin Feng Wait until the moment when that window appears, the moment before the woman makes her next move--
He stepped sideways, stepped out, put the two fingers of his right hand together, cut diagonally from below, and precisely targeted the flaw on her waist, stopping when it was less than an inch away from the skin.
In the corridor, it stopped.
The woman also stopped, lowered her eyes, looked at the two fingers that were an inch away from her waist, and remained silent for nearly five seconds.
Then she took a step back and stopped her hand.
The two distanced themselves again.
The way she looked at Lin Feng was completely different from just now, a little more serious and a little less calm when testing.
"You didn't sense my moves with any spiritual power," she said, "But you saw the flaw."
"Yes."
"That's a habit I don't even know about myself," she said. "No one has discovered it in the past five hundred years."
"Your move system is very complete and has a solid foundation," Lin Feng stopped his hand and said casually, "But any move has logic, logic and rules, and there are flaws in the rules. It's just that most people can't see that level from their perspective."