Kill Venerable Golden Light! Talisman Treasure, Ascension Token! (Seeking First Subscription!)

"Master, your disciple is leaving..."

Inside the Sect Leader Hall, Han Feng bowed deeply to Wang Juechu, not raising his head.

Wang Juechu stroked his beard and waved a hand. "Go on."

"In all things, think thrice before acting."

Han Feng's figure paused for a moment, but he didn't look back, stepping out of the hall.

After leaving the Sect Leader Hall, he didn't head straight down the mountain. Instead, he turned and sped toward Divine Hand Valley.

The valley was still secluded. Han Feng, familiar with the path, arrived before the familiar wooden hut.

Han Li was inside, fiddling with some herbs. Hearing the noise, he immediately lifted his head warily.

When he recognized the visitor as Han Feng, he relaxed.

"A Niu? What brings you here?"

"Brother Er Leng, I'm planning a long trip and came specially to say goodbye." Han Feng got straight to the point.

Han Li's movements froze. He set down the herbs, walked over to Han Feng, and studied him carefully.

"Going out for training?"

"Yeah."

Han Li was silent for a moment.

The outside world was full of deceit, but he knew the martial world wouldn't stump his cousin.

Still, he understood that Han Feng wasn't just wandering the jianghu—he was seeking immortality!

"That's fine. With your current skills, staying in this little Seven Profound Sect is indeed a waste of talent."

He turned and walked into the hut, soon emerging with three small porcelain bottles in hand.

"These two bottles are pills to refine your cultivation. Take them for the road."

"This one is antidote pills. The jianghu is treacherous, and people's hearts are hard to fathom. Be careful in everything."

Han Li shoved the bottles into Han Feng's hands and gave his shoulder a firm pat.

"Stay safe!"

"Thanks, Brother Er Leng."

Han Feng carefully stowed the pills. The two brothers exchanged a wordless look, and after a moment, Han Feng turned and left.

Leaving the Seven Profound Sect, Han Feng hired a carriage in the town at the foot of the mountain and headed north.

The carriage jolted along, moving slowly.

But Han Feng wasn't in a hurry. He needed the time to study the new secret technique he'd acquired.

Soul Annihilation Technique.

He closed his eyes, his mind fully immersed in the lines of the ancient text.

Contemplating the methods of condensing spiritual sense into invisible needles.

His destination was northwestern Jingzhou.

There, at the border between Yue Country and the Barbarian lands, lay a vast expanse of Wild Mountains.

In the original story, Venerable Golden Light's temple, Golden Light Temple, was located in that area.

Han Feng's goal was clear: find Venerable Golden Light, kill him, and take his treasures.

The Flying Sword talisman treasure, the Ascension Token.

According to the original timeline, a year or so later, Wild Wolf Gang leader Jia Tianlong would hire Venerable Golden Light to attack the Seven Profound Sect, causing heavy losses to the sect.

Han Feng naturally wasn't going to wait foolishly at the sect for the Wild Wolf Gang to bring Venerable Golden Light to him.

Nipping all danger in the bud was his way of doing things.

Eliminating this threat early would also reduce the sect's losses, and he'd get the treasures he urgently needed—killing two birds with one stone.

Half a month later, the carriage arrived at a small town on the northwestern edge of Jingzhou.

Beyond lay endless Wild Mountains, impassable by ordinary carts.

Han Feng paid the fare and entered the town.

The local customs were noticeably more rugged than in the interior. Men draped in animal hides with curved knives at their waists were a common sight on the streets.

A rough, untamed aura filled the air.

Han Feng found a tavern and made some inquiries, which turned out surprisingly smooth.

"Golden Light Temple? You mean the Esteemed Immortal Golden Light's temple!"

"He's a living immortal! It's right in those Wild Mountains ahead, easy to find. The temple's built all golden and grand—you can see it from far away!"

With the information confirmed, Han Feng wasted no time.

He found a secluded corner, silently recited the incantation, and...

Wind Control Art!

A light, agile wind lifted his body. He felt as light as a swallow; with a mere tap of his toes on the ground, he shot forward like an arrow from a bow.

This spell, used by cultivators for long-distance travel, was indeed convenient.

The mountain forest blurred past beneath his feet.

After just a few hours, at the peak of a stretch of desolate Wild Mountains, a resplendent temple appeared abruptly on the horizon.

Under the sunlight, its golden glazed tiles reflected a blinding glare.

Golden Light Temple!

Han Feng suppressed his aura, moving like a ghost as he silently approached.

Before he could draw near, a woman's bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from within the temple!

The next moment, the vermilion temple gate was kicked open from the inside with a bang.

A figure was hurled out through the doorway, crashing heavily to the ground. Blood seeped from its mouth and nose, and it was already lifeless!

Outside the gate, a dwarf, no more than three feet tall, slowly emerged.

He looked to be in his thirties or forties, clad in a lavish red robe embroidered with gold thread. His fingers and neck were laden with gold rings and thick gold chains.

Even his mouth was filled with a set of gold teeth. As he walked, the gold bells at his waist jingled with every step.

He was the spitting image of a nouveau riche flaunting his wealth.

Behind him followed a Young Woman, her face etched with terror and despair.

Venerable Golden Light!

Han Feng recognized this so-called "immortal" who indulged in pleasure at a single glance.

Just as he spotted Venerable Golden Light, the dwarf also noticed Han Feng not far away.