Wind Cutter!

Chu Feng first injected the six years of newly gained lifespan into the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique, wanting to see what kind of changes it would bring.

[You painstakingly cultivated the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique for two years. Your skin returned to its natural state, your complexion becoming no different from an ordinary person's, while your defensive power reached the pinnacle of the Marrow Polishing Realm.]

The bronze tint faded from Chu Feng's skin, leaving it the normal color of an ordinary person's.

His skin, originally covered in scars from sparring practice, became smooth and even. It grew tougher, and upon close inspection, faint lightning patterns seemed to flicker across it. It was astonishingly miraculous.

If they went at it again, he believed that even if he stood still and let Li Dahai hack at him, Li Dahai probably still wouldn't be able to break through his defenses.

Unfortunately, he had yet to find a way to break through to the Muscle Tempering Realm. Thick skin could defend against sharp weapons, but if a Muscle Tempering Realm martial artist attacked him with an armor-piercing weapon like a meteor hammer, he still wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Realm was always the most important thing. Anyone who could crush others with a higher realm would do so. Only an idiot would fight above his level!

Knowing that it would be difficult to break through without a Muscle Tempering Technique, Chu Feng simply injected all four of his remaining years of lifespan into the Breaking Edge Saber Technique!

[Year 1: You painstakingly cultivated the Breaking Edge Saber Technique and reached the Great Accomplishment realm.]

[Year 2: You painstakingly cultivated the Breaking Edge Saber Technique to the Perfected realm. You gained new insights, but it always felt as if there were only a layer of window paper between you and the breakthrough—visible, yet untouchable. You firmly believed that if you cultivated for a while longer, you would be able to pierce through it!]

[Year 4: You painstakingly cultivated the Breaking Edge Saber Technique. The saber art had already merged into every limb and bone, becoming as natural as breathing. Then, combining it with some mechanical knowledge from your previous life, you successfully evolved an ultimate killing move at the Extremity realm: Wind Cutter!]

[Sever water and cut wind—nothing cannot be cut!]

Chu Feng had originally intended to crush everything with his realm, sweeping all before him. Now, he could only convince others with his martial skills.

His hands itched, and he couldn't help drawing his saber and displaying the Breaking Edge Saber Technique beyond the Perfected realm.

"Wind Cutter!"

He murmured the words, and the long saber slid down like a streak of flowing light. A tree as thick as an arm beside him was severed at the waist, its cut smooth and even, without a single splinter.

After sheathing his saber, Chu Feng let out a long breath, a trace of delight flashing across his face.

This limit-breaking Breaking Edge Saber Technique had evolved into a killing move that could cut anything. It truly was formidable.

Even though Chu Feng was still in the Marrow Polishing Realm, with this one move, he guaranteed that even someone in the Muscle Tempering Realm wouldn't be able to block it!

"Gurgle..."

Chu Feng awkwardly rubbed his stomach. This move was powerful, but it consumed a great deal of energy. He hadn't eaten for seven or eight hours already.

Having broken through his realm and run for such a long time, he urgently needed to replenish his body's energy.

Straining his eyes into the distance, Chu Feng wanted to see whether there was any prey nearby that could fill his stomach.

But apart from trees, all he could see was the surging Tianlan River. Where could there possibly be any prey?

He did spot a fishing boat drifting across the surface of the Tianlan River, like a fallen leaf upon the water, rising and dipping amid the raging waves.

An old man of around fifty stood aboard the boat. His head was covered in sweat, and panic filled his face.

The heavy rain had just eased, and the dark clouds had dispersed, but the river, made turbulent by the downpour, was still like a raging beast.

Less than thirty feet from the fishing boat, a huge whirlpool was ruthlessly devouring every dead branch and clump of weeds upon the river's surface like a gluttonous monster.

The old man rowed with all his might, yet could barely resist the suction. The slightest relaxation would see him swallowed without mercy.

Without help, the old man would very likely exhaust his strength and be buried in the Tianlan River.

Seeing this, Chu Feng sprinted over and shouted, "Old man, throw the rope over quickly..."

Hearing Chu Feng's shout, the old man seemed to have seized a straw of salvation. He hurriedly found the rope and threw it toward Chu Feng.

Fortunately, the little boat wasn't too far from shore. Chu Feng hurried forward a few steps, wading through the muddy riverbank, and barely managed to seize the end of the rope with both hands.

"Hah!"

Chu Feng planted his feet and lowered his waist, erupting with all his strength as he slowly dragged the old man and boat back toward the bank.

"Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life."

After securing the boat at the shore, the old man hurriedly thanked Chu Feng.

Today, he had taken his boat to the Tianlan River to fish as usual. Who could have expected the clear sky to be instantly shrouded in dark clouds and transformed into a torrential downpour? He had greedily cast one more net, only to nearly be buried in the Tianlan River.

"It was only a small favor. There's no need to mention it."

Chu Feng paid no attention to it. Instead, he asked the question that concerned him most: "Old man, do you have any food on the boat?"

If not, he would have to quickly think of another way to get food.

"This old man has some dried fish and wild-vegetable cakes. I hope you won't find them too meager, benefactor."

Hearing Chu Feng's words, the old man froze for a moment, then immediately ran to the boat and brought out some salted dried fish and wild-vegetable rice cakes.

"Thanks." Chu Feng didn't stand on ceremony and directly bundled everything up and carried it away.

"Woof, woof..."

Suddenly, a burst of barking came from the distance.

He was very familiar with the dog's bark. The Fang Family's pursuers had caught up again.

Chu Feng said solemnly, "Old man, if anyone comes asking about my whereabouts later, don't hide anything. Just tell them directly..."

With that, Chu Feng ignored the bewildered old man and quickly departed.

But after only two breaths, Chen Yuan, chief steward of the Fang Family Guards, came running over with three underlings.

The wolfhounds reached the place where Chu Feng had once stood and began barking furiously.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan knew that Chu Feng had definitely lingered here.

He looked toward the old man and demanded harshly, "Old man, did you see an eighteen-year-old youth pass through here?"

Looking at Chen Yuan's ferocious face and eyes wide as copper bells, the old man was even more frightened than he had been during his brush with death in the Tianlan River.

The Fang Family was Yong'an City's foremost powerful clan. Who didn't know that?

The Fang Family's servants were like the minor demons under the King of Hell, running rampant without restraint and preying upon the common folk. They were practically Yong'an City's largest gang of street thugs.

If he offended the Fang Family, not only would he suffer misfortune, his family would be dragged into it as well. That would be even more miserable than dying in the Tianlan River.

Thinking of this, along with Chu Feng's warning, the old man honestly pointed toward the woods.

"A young man did pass by just now, but unfortunately, he has already gone far."

Upon receiving the old man's confirmation, Chen Yuan was overjoyed.

He released the chains, allowing the two wolfhounds to sprint toward the direction Chu Feng had left in.

Then he increased his speed and followed closely behind, determined to capture the stinking brat who had made him travel and toil all this way!

Suddenly, Chen Yuan seemed to think of something.

"Swish!"

He slashed through the rope tied along the riverbank, watching as the fishing boat was carried away by the waves.

"Now he won't have any chance to escape by water..." Chen Yuan chuckled smugly, then rapidly gave chase.

Only the grief-stricken old man remained behind, kneeling on the ground in anguish and crying out, "My fishing boat..."