The gaunt young man was utterly horrified.
His companion's death had been far too bizarre!
Without the slightest warning, he had clutched his head and screamed, rolling on the ground. Then, without putting up any resistance at all, he had been effortlessly pierced through the heart by the other party's magical artifact.
What kind of evil technique was that?
He couldn't understand it, nor did he dare think about it any further. At that moment, his only thought was to flee for his life!
His entire body transformed into a fading afterimage as he charged headlong into the depths of the dense forest.
How could Han Feng possibly let him have his way?
"Trying to run?"
His figure blurred. He strengthened himself with the Wind Control Art while simultaneously pushing the mortal Movement Technique, Smoke-Mist Steps, to its limits and rapidly gave chase.
As he surged forward, Han Feng's thoughts stirred.
Buzz!
The Seven Profound Sword stuck in the slightly plump young man's corpse let out a soft hum. Driven by the Control Object Technique, it swiftly pulled itself free from the body.
Transforming into a streak of cold light, it shot toward the fleeing figure!
The gaunt young man, sprinting desperately for his life, suddenly sensed a vicious wind behind him. An icy chill enveloped his entire body.
Terrified out of his wits, he instinctively performed a clumsy roll, throwing himself awkwardly to the side.
Whoosh!
The sword light flew past almost grazing his scalp, severing several strands of his hair.
It then plunged deep into a large tree ahead, its pommel still trembling incessantly.
That evasive move had cost him precious time.
Now!
Taking advantage of this fleeting opening, Han Feng drove his Movement Technique to its limit.
His figure flickered several times through the forest before appearing like a ghost in front of the gaunt young man, who had just risen from the ground.
"You..."
The gaunt young man had barely uttered a single word when he saw an utterly ordinary fist rapidly enlarging before his eyes.
A cultivator's physical body was frail and feeble.
Even more so when facing a monster like Han Feng, who had cultivated martial arts to the peak of mortal achievement.
He couldn't even be bothered to recall his flying sword.
Internal Force surged madly through his meridians, pouring into his right fist.
Sss!
A condensed white radiance of inner force spurted from his knuckles. With a sharp howl that tore through the air, it swept horizontally outward!
This was the might of a Martial Path legend!
The terror on the gaunt young man's face froze completely. He didn't even have time to react.
Splurt!
Blood burst forth.
His head was pierced through by the fist's radiance.
Red and white fluids sprayed everywhere!
Using nothing but mortal means, he had effortlessly killed cultivators whose cultivation was higher than his own.
This was the terrifying aspect of close-quarters combat!
Han Feng shook some of the blood and brain matter splattered across his hand away, his expression unchanged.
In his first direct battle against cultivators, he had cleanly killed two Qi Refining Middle Stage cultivators whose cultivation exceeded his own.
This had been entirely thanks to the unexpected spiritual attack of the Soul Annihilation Technique, as well as his own martial prowess far beyond that of ordinary people.
If he had fought the two of them through conventional spell combat, he would probably have had to expend considerable effort.
Next came the harvest!
He skillfully removed the Storage Bags from the two cultivators.
He probed the first one with his spiritual sense—the Storage Bag belonging to the slightly plump young man.
The space wasn't large. Inside were ten Low-grade Spirit Stones, along with an ancient book with a bluish cover.
The Water Origin Art.
It was a complete basic water-element cultivation technique, covering the first through thirteenth levels of Qi Refining.
Han Feng curled his lips and casually tossed it aside.
He then looked at the other Storage Bag.
There were even fewer spirit stones, a pitiful seven in total.
Fortunately, there were also one or two small porcelain bottles containing several pills capable of advancing Magic Power. They were better than nothing.
"What a pity. There still isn't any follow-up cultivation method for the Evergreen Skill!"
Han Feng couldn't help feeling disappointed.
However, in the next moment, his spiritual sense swept across the miscellaneous items in a corner and landed on a thin booklet.
He took it out.
Four archaic characters were written on the cover.
[Lin He's Records]
Upon opening it, he found that it was a collection of notes recording various strange tales and unusual events from the Immortal Cultivation World.
It seemed to be the personal biography of a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator—in other words, a diary by modern standards!
Han Feng's spirits lifted, and he quickly began reading through it.
The contents of the booklet gave him a much better understanding of the Immortal Cultivation World in Yue Country.
More importantly, he learned the locations of two cultivator markets!
One of them was the market belonging to Spirit Beast Mountain.
It was located in a large mountain five hundred li outside a mortal city in southern Lanzhou called "Shuili City."
At the same time, from the "diary" added to the final few pages of the records, Han Feng deduced the identities of the two cultivators he had just killed.
They had actually come from a demonic organization called the Black Fiend Cult!
This organization specialized in capturing solitary rogue cultivators throughout Yue Country and bringing them back to be blood-sacrificed through a Secret Method, thereby increasing their cultivation.
No wonder the two of them had displayed such undisguised hostility toward him despite never having met before, merely running into each other!
They had regarded him as prey.
Seen from this perspective, those two had actually become an opportunity for him.
If not for them, he would probably still be wandering aimlessly through these remote mountains and ancient forests like a headless fly.
His journey to seek immortality had finally yielded a definite result.
However, before going to the market, he still needed to improve his strength a little further.
Cultivator markets were full of all kinds of people and were certainly no safe places.
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