The Might of Black Silk

The Might of Black Silk

Bi Fan couldn't remember how many times he had practiced everything he'd learned. Almost every move came to him at will, effortless and smooth.

His combat strength had increased considerably, but he was still no match for his opponent.

If the newcomer hadn't wanted to see Bi Fan use every move of the Blood Demon ****, he would have struck hard long ago.

After watching Bi Fan use the moves repeatedly, he saw nothing new.

"Kid, I never expected a proper disciple of the righteous path like you to practice our demonic sect's martial arts. Hand over that technique, and perhaps I'll let you off."

Bi Fan knew perfectly well that this demonic sect disciple wouldn't spare him. Handing over the Blood Demon **** would only get him killed sooner.

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

Even now, Bi Fan didn't know who wanted him dead. He wanted to find out.

"Kid, I can tell you who wants you dead, but... if you don't hand over the technique, then you..." The man fixed Bi Fan with a cold, sinister gaze, his threat unmistakable.

"Besides, I'm no match for you. What tricks could I possibly pull? Are you really afraid I'll escape?"

"Fine, I don't mind telling you. The one who wants you dead is an outer sect steward of the Qingyang Sect. What was his name again? I didn't pay attention. He was very fat, anyway. You should know who I mean."

"Zhu San? He actually joined forces with a demonic sect disciple to kill me?" Bi Fan was a little surprised.

"Now will you hand over the technique?" The man sounded impatient.

"Hahaha..." Bi Fan laughed. "If you want the technique, you'll have to kill me first."

He was utterly defiant. Either way, he was going to die; he wouldn't make things easy for the other man.

"Looking for death!" The man gritted his teeth and suddenly struck with his palm. The fierce gust of wind scraped across Bi Fan's face like a knife.

"Why does even Heaven refuse to favor me? Why give me hope, only to snuff it out? You might as well have left me mediocre from the start. Damn Heaven! If you won't accept me, then I'll defy you..."

Bi Fan roared inwardly, his eyes bloodshot as a bloodthirsty glint appeared in them.

"Die!" Bi Fan poured all his spiritual energy into the attack and lunged at his enemy without a care for anything else.

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

Bi Fan swallowed the blood and charged at his opponent again.

The man didn't want Bi Fan dead; he still hadn't gotten the martial art he wanted.

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

Bi Fan had almost lost his reason. He didn't even try to dodge before the man seized him firmly.

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

"Kid, hand over the technique, or I'll make you wish you were dead!" the man roared in anger.

"Ah!" Bi Fan let out a furious shout, looking utterly deranged as he tried to fight the man to the death. He had lost his senses.

Suddenly, wisps of black energy emerged from Bi Fan's body and entered his opponent.

"Awooooo!" The demonic sect disciple let out a scream that shook the heavens and earth.

He released Bi Fan and rolled on the ground, his face twisted beyond recognition and his body curled into a ball like a giant shrimp.

Bi Fan had no idea what was happening. He only flailed his arms wildly, still trying to fight his enemy to the death.

In the blink of an eye, the demonic sect disciple's body withered away and vanished. Nothing remained of his corpse; only the Magic Tools he wore, his greatsword, and a Cosmic Bag were left behind.

Several wisps of black energy flew out, growing slightly larger as they jubilantly darted back into Bi Fan's body.

Bi Fan was completely unaware of what was happening around him. He flailed about for a while, then collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

"Ugh..."

A long while later, Bi Fan slowly came to and looked around.

"Huh? I'm not dead?" Bi Fan exclaimed in delight. "Isn't that the demonic sect disciple's clothes and greatsword? And there's a Cosmic Bag..."

Bi Fan stood up and looked around before drawing a conclusion. "Looks like some senior saved me and left all the enemy's treasures for me."

"Unknown senior, thank you!" Bi Fan called out loudly.

After calming himself down, Bi Fan collected everything the demonic sect disciple had left behind.

The clothes were a low-grade Magic Tool, and the greatsword was a high-grade Magic Tool. Bi Fan didn't care much about either, but the Cosmic Bag looked decent. He just didn't know if there was anything inside.

Bi Fan didn't feel like checking. He was badly injured and needed to heal.

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

Two hours later, Bi Fan opened his eyes. His injuries had completely healed.

Bi Fan was nimble, and he leaped down from the tree in just a few bounds.

Though Bi Fan had been on the defensive throughout his battle with the demonic sect disciple, he had gained a great deal, especially in his mastery of martial arts.

Bi Fan had learned a lot from the fight. In no hurry to leave, he immediately began practicing.

His fists were like the wind, his sword like rain; every move came vividly to life.

Bi Fan had already mastered all the martial arts he'd learned, performing them with ease and doubling their power.

Only after practicing all his martial arts several times did Bi Fan continue on his way.

Bi Fan soon reached He Lin Town. It was already dusk, so he planned to rest for the night and continue traveling the next day.

That night, Bi Fan went over the lessons of the battle once more, then began cultivating.

After a thrilling, all-out battle, Bi Fan felt he was about to break through his bottleneck and become a Viscera Realm expert.

He cultivated through the night. Although he didn't break through, he was close. At any moment, he could become a Viscera Realm expert.

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

Since he had come out to gain experience, Bi Fan wasn't in a hurry. He traveled at an ordinary person's pace, taking in the sights along the way.

Before long, Bi Fan clearly sensed that someone was following him.

There were plenty of people on the road, and Bi Fan couldn't tell which one was the pursuer.

Bi Fan deliberately quickened his pace, but he still felt someone watching him.

This sense of danger wasn't as strong as it had been before he encountered the demonic sect disciple, but it was still close.

"Why is my sense of danger so strong?" Bi Fan couldn't quite believe his instincts.

But after what had happened yesterday, he couldn't help but wonder.

Generally speaking, the stronger someone was, the better they were at anticipating danger.

With Bi Fan's strength, he shouldn't have had this ability. Now he possessed such an extraordinary sense, and even he couldn't believe it.

Whether it was real or not, Bi Fan still prepared himself.

If an enemy attacked, Bi Fan had several ways to defend himself—and even ways to counterattack.

Bi Fan acted as if nothing was wrong, wandering along the road while keeping a close eye on his surroundings.

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

The demonic sect disciple had been hired by Zhu San to kill Bi Fan, but who had sent this new group of enemies? Bi Fan was extremely curious.

Bi Fan began heading toward a deserted area, intending to draw his enemies out.

He would have to face them sooner or later. Bi Fan would rather face them sooner; he wasn't the sort to drag things out.