Learn an Escape Skill, Slay Demons Together

Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor would emerge from seclusion at noon tomorrow?

So soon?

Yi Xiaofeng frowned, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

The Sword Saint had already said he was no match for Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor right now. Was this going to turn into a nightmare instance?

And this Xu Lang had some real tricks up his sleeve!

He was actually from the demonic path and even served Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor.

Thinking back, Xu Lang had never claimed that he was an Evil Path Cultivator.

Yi Xiaofeng continued eavesdropping.

"Will the Bei Wei Royal Family's army of cultivators break into the Black Hole before noon tomorrow?" the young man asked cautiously.

Xu Lang smiled. "It's the middle of the night. No one knows the Third Prince is dead yet. By the time they find out, it'll already be tomorrow morning. Is it difficult for us to hold them off for one morning?"

The young man found that reasonable.

"The righteous path can no longer turn things around. They can only die. Kill them whenever you encounter them, but try not to kill those from the evil path. If you do kill one, make it look like someone else did it. Don't provoke the two camps into killing each other," Xu Lang continued instructing.

The young man had no objections.

After chatting for a while, the two split up and departed in different directions.

Yi Xiaofeng fell into thought.

No!

He absolutely could not let Xu Lang's plan succeed!

Yi Xiaofeng continued prying open the wooden box with the Azure Nose Sword and took out the manual inside.

Wind Riding Technique!

He immediately saw the three large characters on its cover.

The audience erupted again:

"Holy shit! That works too?"

"There really was a cultivation manual in that box? That makes no sense..."

"Some cultivator must have left it here..."

"Even if you beat Xu Lang to death, he'd never guess there was a manual right above his head, and that someone had overheard his plan."

"This guy's luck is insane!"

"Yi Xiaofeng really is cautious. If it were me, I'd have opened that box the instant I saw it."

Yi Xiaofeng Obtains Another Cultivation Manual!

Demonic Cultivator Contestant Plots to Murder Shan Tiange!

The two trending topics appeared within a minute and swiftly climbed the trending lists of every major social media platform.

The viewers could already see the direction the Script was taking clearly, but most contestants still had no idea.

Judging from the current situation, the demonic path had far too great an advantage.

They were practically guaranteed victory.

The Sword Saint was injured. Who could stand against Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor?

Yi Xiaofeng stored the manual in his Storage Ring, wrapped up the wooden box again, and tied it around his waist.

Let's see which fool comes to touch my treasure.

Yi Xiaofeng thought sinisterly.

Perhaps the poison on the wooden box could become his trump card.

He headed toward where the Third Prince lived.

He had already familiarized himself with Zhuo Ye Fortress and knew which residence belonged to the Third Prince.

A few minutes later.

He arrived outside the gates of the Third Prince's residence.

Two royal cultivators stood guard outside. The moment they saw Yi Xiaofeng, they immediately drew their weapons and went on high alert.

Under the night sky, dressed in a Straw Raincoat, he looked like trouble no matter how they viewed him.

"Your Third Prince has already been killed by Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's lackeys. Go check on him immediately, and hurry up and call people into the fortress. Otherwise, when Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor emerges from seclusion tomorrow at noon, everyone will die!"

Yi Xiaofeng spoke in a deep voice, then left after dropping those words.

The two cultivators were stunned.

They looked at one another, thoroughly confused.

"You go inside and take a look, just in case!" one of them ordered.

If the Third Prince really was dead, they would both lose their heads.

"Yes!"

Yi Xiaofeng wandered around Zhuo Ye Fortress twice but failed to find Chen Lan of Su Xin Palace. He had no choice but to give up and return to the building where Bai Hongxiao was staying.

He told Bai Hongxiao everything he had overheard.

Bai Hongxiao still wore his straw hat. Moonlight shone in through the window, preventing Yi Xiaofeng from seeing his expression clearly.

The atmosphere was heavy.

The room was silent.

After a long while.

Bai Hongxiao slowly said, "If that is the case, then there is no other choice."

Yi Xiaofeng looked at him and asked, "Run away?"

"..."

Bai Hongxiao fell silent again.

That made Yi Xiaofeng a little awkward.

Was the Sword Saint really this pretentious?

Could he not give him some face?

Bai Hongxiao said calmly, "If you wish to flee, then flee. When Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor emerges from seclusion tomorrow at noon, I will fight him."

His tone was as steady as ever, giving others an immense sense of security.

Yet Yi Xiaofeng felt that he was heading off to throw his life away.

"You're under a curse. Can you really defeat him?"

"Even if I cannot, I must still severely wound him and lessen my sins."

"Just in case... I mean, just in case, is there anything you need to tell me? Anything you need me to do for you?"

Yi Xiaofeng asked cautiously, leaving Bai Hongxiao speechless.

This child...

Forget it...

Bai Hongxiao said irritably, "There is nothing to tell you. It is enough if you can survive."

With that, he tossed the Red Cloud Sword in his hand to Yi Xiaofeng.

"Go!"

Yi Xiaofeng caught the sword, bowed to Bai Hongxiao, and leaped out the window.

After landing, he hesitated and did not leave immediately.

After thinking it over, he decided to stay.

He took out the spell manual he had obtained earlier.

Wind Riding Technique!

Sitting on the ground, he opened the manual and began reading.

At the same time, his livestream suddenly went black.

Cultivating spells involved private matters, so the Heavenly Dao Immortal Hero Game system automatically protected it.

Countless viewers cursed.

As its name implied, the Wind Riding Technique let one step upon the breeze. It was an acceleration spell.

It could not allow direct flight, but it could let one cover an enormous distance in a single step.

Yi Xiaofeng desperately needed a means of escape.

The Wind Riding Technique was far simpler than the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique and the Nine Nether Prajna Skill, so he cultivated it with ease.

The moon set, and the sun rose.

Early the next morning.

Yi Xiaofeng had mastered the Wind Riding Technique.

He felt that the unique footwork in Matchstick Swordplay had been the key, allowing him to quickly sense the presence of wind.

He gave it a try. Leaping into the air, he stepped and kicked against the wind with both feet, soaring dozens of meters high.

He could have gone even higher, but he was afraid of falling to his death.

As for horizontal distance, riding the wind allowed him to easily leap over an entire courtyard.

It was just like the qinggong in television dramas!

No!

Ordinary qinggong was nowhere near this powerful. Perhaps only Bodhidharma's Reed Crossing River could achieve such an effect.

Yi Xiaofeng entered the first floor of the pavilion and began meditating to refine his qi.

Noon was approaching. He needed to conserve his energy.

This time, he could not leave the boundaries of the Script as he had in Pure Yang City. He had to give it a try. Otherwise, if he did not earn enough points to reach the top ten, he would not qualify to participate in the recording of the next episode.

Half an hour later.

Yi Xiaofeng suddenly heard the sound of something tearing through the air.

He immediately rose and went to the window. Peeking outside, he saw cultivators after cultivators flying on swords past the pavilion.

The sight was quite breathtaking.

It was Yi Xiaofeng's first time seeing so many cultivators riding Flying Swords.

This formation...

The Bei Wei Royal Family!

It seemed the Third Prince really was dead!

I hope what I said last night reached their leader's ears, Yi Xiaofeng thought silently.

The Bei Wei Royal Family had over a thousand cultivators, including many Foundation Establishment Realm experts. They could even hold off Golden Core Realm cultivators.

Against Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor, even if this force could not defeat him, they could still keep him occupied.

With the Sword Saint added in, victory was not impossible!

"Why haven't you left? The Bei Wei Royal Family's cultivators have already charged toward the Shan Residence. You had your chance."

Bai Hongxiao's voice suddenly drifted over from behind him, startling Yi Xiaofeng so badly that his whole body trembled.

Damn it!

Trying to scare me to death?

Yi Xiaofeng turned around and immediately put on a smile. "Leave? What a joke. Though I'm weak, I can still do my small part. How could cultivators like us fear wicked demons?"

"To kill an evil demon as heinous as Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor, I would not hesitate even if it meant being crushed to pieces!"

The Barrage flooded with comments like shameless, no shame, and as expected.

If it were not for the points, you would have been the first to run!

Bai Hongxiao's gaze shifted slightly. He softly said, "You have made me see you in a new light. Very good. Perhaps you will be Zhuo Ye Fortress's savior."

"I have enchanted your Red Cloud Sword. In a critical moment, it can save your life. You may as well join me in slaying demons!"

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