Successfully Seeking Immortality! Spirit Beast Mountain Market!

The gaunt young man's heart and liver split apart.

His companion's death was too bizarre!

Without any warning, he'd clutched his head and screamed, rolling on the ground, then offered no resistance as the other's magic tool effortlessly pierced his heart.

What kind of evil art was that?

He couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to. At this moment, his only thought was to flee!

His entire form turned into a blur as he bolted headlong into the dense forest without looking back.

Han Feng had no intention of letting him succeed.

"Trying to run?"

His figure flickered as he activated Wind Control Art, while also pushing the mortal Movement Technique Smoke-Mist Steps to its limit, chasing after him swiftly.

In the midst of his charge, Han Feng moved his mind.

Weng!

The Seven Profound Sword, still lodged in the slightly plump young man's corpse, let out a soft hum. Driven by Control Object Technique, it swiftly pulled free from the body.

Turning into a streak of cold light, it shot toward the fleeing back!

The gaunt young man, sprinting for his life, felt a sinister wind at his back and a bone-piercing chill enveloping him.

Terrified out of his wits, he didn't hesitate to throw himself into a clumsy roll, diving awkwardly to the side.

Xiu!

The sword light grazed past his scalp, shearing off a few strands of hair.

Then it embedded itself deep into a tree ahead, the hilt still quivering.

That dodge had cost him precious time.

Now!

Seizing that fleeting gap, Han Feng pushed his Movement Technique to its absolute limit.

His figure flickered through the forest a few times, then appeared like a ghost right before the gaunt young man, who had just scrambled to his feet.

"You..."

The gaunt young man barely got out a single word before he saw an utterly ordinary fist rapidly enlarging before his eyes.

A cultivator's physical body was frail and weak.

Especially against a monster like Han Feng, who had trained Martial Skills to the mortal pinnacle.

He couldn't even be bothered to recall his Flying Sword.

Internal Force surged wildly through his meridians, pouring into his right fist.

Chi!

A condensed white beam of Internal Force burst from his fist edge, tearing through the air with a sharp screech as it slashed outward!

This was the true weight of a Martial Path legend!

The gaunt young man's face froze in terror. He couldn't even react.

Pu chi!

Blood sprayed.

His head was pierced through by the fist light.

Red and white fluids splattered everywhere!

Using only mortal means, he could easily slay a cultivator of higher cultivation.

Such was the terror of close-quarters combat!

Han Feng flicked off some blood and brain matter that had splashed onto his hand, his expression unchanged.

In his first direct battle with cultivators, he had cleanly killed two Qi Refining Middle Stage cultivators who outranked him.

This relied entirely on the unexpected soul attack of the Soul Annihilation Technique and his own far-superior Martial Path strength.

If he'd fought these two head-on with spells, it would have taken more effort.

Now came the time to reap!

He deftly removed the Storage Bags from both cultivators.

His divine sense probed into the first one, the slightly plump young man's.

The space inside wasn't large. It held ten Low-grade Spirit Stones and a blue-cover ancient book.

Water Origin Art.

A complete basic water-element Cultivation Technique, from Qi Refining Layer 1 to Layer 13.

Han Feng curled his lip and tossed it aside.

He then turned his attention to the other Storage Bag.

There were even fewer spirit stones—only a pitiful seven.

Fortunately, there were still one or two small porcelain bottles containing a few pills that could refine magic power, better than nothing.

"What a pity. Still no follow-up to the Evergreen Skill!"

Han Feng felt a twinge of regret.

But the next moment, his spiritual sense swept over a thin booklet tucked among the clutter in the corner.

He took it out.

On the cover, four characters were written in an archaic script.

[Lin He's Records]

Flipping it open, it turned out to be a collection of essays recording strange tales and odd events from the cultivation world.

It seemed to be the personal biography of some Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator—essentially a modern-day diary!

Han Feng's spirits lifted, and he quickly skimmed through it.

The contents of the booklet gave him a wealth of information about the Yue Country Cultivation World.

More importantly, he learned the locations of two cultivator markets!

One of them was the market at Spirit Beast Mountain.

It was situated in a great mountain five hundred li outside a mortal city called "Shuili City," in the southern part of Lanzhou.

At the same time, from the supplementary "diary" entries on the last few pages of this record, Han Feng deduced the identities of the two cultivators he had just encountered.

They were actually from a demonic organization called the Black Fiend Cult!

This organization specialized in capturing lone rogue cultivators across Yue Country, taking them back to use in secret blood sacrifices to boost their cultivation.

No wonder they had shown him undisguised malice at just a chance meeting, despite being complete strangers!

They had seen him as prey.

From that perspective, those two could be considered his own stroke of fortune.

If not for them, he would probably still be wandering aimlessly through these deep mountains and forests like a headless fly.

His journey to seek immortality had finally yielded a clear direction.

However, before heading to the market, he still needed to strengthen his strength.

A cultivator market was a place where dragons and snakes mingled—it was bound to be no safe haven.