Black Silk Shows Its Might

Chapter 27: Black Silk Reveals Its Might

Bi Fan didn't know how many times he had practiced what he learned. He could perform almost all the moves with ease, as if they were second nature.

His combat power had increased significantly, but he was still no match for the opponent.

If the newcomer hadn't wanted to see Bi Fan fully unleash the Blood Demon Technique, he would have already delivered a fatal blow.

Seeing Bi Fan repeatedly practicing without any new tricks, he spoke.

"Kid, I never expected a righteous disciple like you to cultivate our demonic sect's martial arts. Hand over that technique, and perhaps I can spare you."

Bi Fan knew very well that this demonic sect disciple would never let him go. Handing over the Blood Demon Technique would only hasten his death.

"If you tell me who sent you, I'll hand over the martial art."

To this day, Bi Fan still didn't know who wanted him dead, and he was determined to find out.

"Kid, I can tell you who wants you dead, but... if you don't hand over the martial art, then you..." The man stared at Bi Fan with a sinister gaze, his threat evident.

"Of course, my strength can't do anything fancy. Are you afraid I'll escape?"

"Fine, I don't mind telling you. An outer sect steward from Qingyang Sect wants you dead. What was his name again... I didn't pay attention, but he was very fat. You should know who it is."

"It's Zhu San! He actually colluded with a demonic sect disciple to harm me." Bi Fan was somewhat surprised.

"Can you hand over the martial art now?" the man asked impatiently.

"Hahaha..." Bi Fan burst into laughter. "You want me to hand over the martial art? You'd better kill me first."

His attitude was incredibly stubborn. Death was inevitable anyway, so he wouldn't let the other party have it easy.

"You're seeking death!" The man gritted his teeth and suddenly struck out with his palm. The powerful gust of wind felt like knives scraping against his face.

"Why doesn't heaven favor me? After giving me hope, why extinguish it? It would have been better to let me remain ordinary forever. Damn heavens! If you don't favor me, then I'll defy you..."

Bi Fan roared inwardly, his eyes turning red, flashes of bloodthirsty light appearing.

"Die!" Bi Fan used all his spiritual energy, charging at the enemy without regard for his own safety.

"Boom!" The palm strike landed squarely, and Bi Fan stumbled back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Bi Fan swallowed the blood directly and charged at the enemy again.

The man didn't want Bi Fan to die; he hadn't obtained the martial art he desired yet.

His hand shot out like lightning, intending to capture Bi Fan alive.

Bi Fan, having almost lost his mind, didn't dodge at all and was grabbed firmly.

"Roar!" Bi Fan struggled with all his might but couldn't break free.

"Kid, hand over the martial art, or I'll make your life worse than death!" the man roared in anger.

"Ah!" Bi Fan let out a wild yell, appearing insane and ready to fight to the death. He had lost his senses.

Suddenly, wisps of black energy emerged from Bi Fan's body, entering the opponent.

"Awooo!..." The demonic sect disciple let out an earth-shattering scream.

He released Bi Fan and rolled on the ground, his face completely contorted. His body curled into a ball, like a large shrimp.

Bi Fan had no idea what was happening, merely flailing his hands, trying to fight the enemy to the death.

In an instant, the demonic sect disciple's body withered and vanished. Not even his bones remained, only his magic tool clothes, a large saber, and a Cosmic Bag.

Several wisps of black energy flew out, growing slightly larger, and joyfully flew back into Bi Fan's body.

Bi Fan was completely unaware of the outside situation. He flailed for a while until he was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the ground.

"Wuwu..."

After a long time, Bi Fan slowly woke up, looking around.

"Huh! I'm not dead." Bi Fan exclaimed in surprise. "Aren't those the clothes and saber of the demonic sect disciple! And the Cosmic Bag..."

Bi Fan stood up, surveyed his surroundings, and made a deduction: "It seems some senior saved me and left all the enemy's treasures for me."

"Unknown senior, thank you!" Bi Fan shouted loudly.

Bi Fan calmed his agitated emotions and collected the items left by the demonic sect disciple.

The clothes were low-grade magic tools, and the saber was a high-grade magic tool. Bi Fan didn't care about them. The Cosmic Bag was decent, though he didn't know if there was anything inside.

Bi Fan didn't have the inclination to check; he was seriously injured and needed healing.

He climbed up a towering tree, sat on a branch, took out a Healing Pill, and began circulating the Qingyang Longevity Art to mend his injuries.

Two hours passed. Bi Fan opened his eyes; his injuries were completely healed.

Bi Fan moved nimbly, leaping down from the tree in a few bounds.

Although Bi Fan was at a disadvantage throughout the battle with the demonic sect disciple, he gained a lot, especially in his mastery of martial arts, which became much more proficient.

Bi Fan had many insights and experiences. He wasn't in a hurry to leave and immediately began practicing.

His fists were like the wind, his sword like the rain; every move and stance was vivid and lifelike.

Bi Fan had integrated his learned martial arts, executing them with ease and greatly increasing their power.

After practicing the martial skills he had learned several times, Bi Fan continued on his way.

Bi Fan soon arrived at Lin Town. It was already evening, and he decided to rest for the night before continuing his journey the next day.

That night, Bi Fan reflected on his combat experience once more before beginning his cultivation.

After a thoroughly satisfying battle, Bi Fan felt he was on the verge of breaking through his bottleneck and becoming a strong practitioner in the Viscera Realm.

He cultivated all night. Although he didn't achieve a breakthrough, Bi Fan's strength meant it was close, and he could potentially become a Viscera Realm expert at any moment.

The next day, Bi Fan had breakfast and set off.

Since he was out for training, Bi Fan wasn't in a hurry. He took in the sights along the way, traveling like an ordinary person.

Not long after he started, Bi Fan clearly felt he was being followed.

There were many pedestrians on the road, and Bi Fan couldn't tell who was tracking him.

Bi Fan intentionally quickened his pace, but someone was still watching him; he had a very strong feeling about it.

This sense of danger wasn't as intense as when he encountered Mo Sect disciples before, but it wasn't much weaker either.

"Why do I have such a strong sense of danger?" Bi Fan found it hard to believe his own intuition.

However, after yesterday's events, Bi Fan couldn't help but be suspicious.

Generally speaking, the stronger one's cultivation, the better their ability to predict danger.

With Bi Fan's current strength, he shouldn't possess this kind of ability. Now that he had this extraordinary skill, even he found it hard to believe.

Regardless of whether it was real or not, Bi Fan prepared himself.

If any enemies were to attack, Bi Fan had several defensive measures ready, and even means of counterattack.

Bi Fan acted as if nothing was wrong, strolling along while constantly observing his surroundings.

He found it a bit strange. He had only recently descended the mountain, so why were so many enemies waiting for him?

The Mo Sect disciples were hired by Zhu San to kill Bi Fan, but who was behind this new wave of enemies? Bi Fan was very curious.

Bi Fan began walking towards a more secluded area, intending to lure the enemies out.

He would have to face them sooner or later, and Bi Fan preferred to do it sooner rather than later. He wasn't one to procrastinate.