Spirit Beast Rampage

"You still have a chance to regret it before the pen touches the ground," Ma Feifei said in a deep voice, gazing at the withered back.

To be honest, Ma Feifei didn't really want Feng Yiming to become Carrying Book Slave. It wasn't that he had a problem with Feng Yiming, nor that he didn't want to save Feng Yiming. It was just that Feng Yiming was different from Li Bieli. He had too many honors on his head, and becoming Carrying Book Slave would be a stain that he could never wash away.

Of course, this will definitely benefit the Mysterious Bookstore. Even Saint Chu, who is recognized as the strongest in the continent, is willing to become Book Slave. At that time, its reputation will surely rise even higher.

Ma Feifei felt that this way of increasing reputation was unnecessary; he wasn't the type to show off.

"Please, shopkeeper, begin writing!" Feng Yiming's voice was steady and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Ma Feifei stopped trying to persuade him and gestured for Zhang Yunji to stand beside him with the spatial bag containing Spirit Crystal. He then took a deep breath.

'Call'

A gust of Dafeng blew up, and Zhang Yunji, dragging his spatial bag filled with Spirit Crystal, began to release wisps of gaseous Spirit Crystal, which poured into the Ballpoint Pen in Ma Feifei's right hand.

'Boom'

A muffled clap of thunder suddenly echoed in the sky, and the once clear weather instantly turned into a dark cloud formation, with the clouds churning and roaring incessantly.

'Boom!'

The rumble of thunder sounded again. Ma Feifei opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and pointed it at Feng Yiming's back.

'Puff'

The pen pierced straight through Feng Yiming's back. Ma Feifei could clearly feel the pen tip encountering resistance, indicating that it had directly struck the bone.

Unlike Li Bieli, Feng Yiming's body aged naturally. Over 3,500 years had long since exhausted his bodily functions. In fact, under normal circumstances, the lifespan of a cultivator at the Ninth Stage of Spirit Saint realm should be between 2,500 and 3,000 years. Feng Yiming was able to Sheer Force for 3,500 years, which clearly indicates that he used some kind of method.

While this method could prolong Feng Yiming's lifespan, it couldn't alter his bodily functions; his body was no different from a dried-up corpse.

"Hoo," Ma Feifei exhaled softly, calmed his mind, and began to inscribe the entire "Eight Formations Diagram" on it.

Throughout the process, Feng Yiming did not make a sound, even as his skin was pierced, his perseverance was extreme.

The strange weather in August puzzled the cultivators in Dubian Town, but when they saw lightning flash across the Mysterious Bookstore, they suddenly understood.

"Another person has become Carrying Book Slave '," sighed a cultivator who was watching a copy of Journey to the West ten miles outside the Zhenbei.

"I heard that Li Bieli has already arrived in the Yan State, and none of the people he has encountered along the way can withstand a single blow from him," a cultivator beside him couldn't help but say.

How high is Li Bieli's cultivation level? He was originally just a cultivator at the Spirit Ancestor Stage Five, but after becoming Carrying Book Slave, his strength became unfathomable. He even killed a powerful figure like the Spirit Emperor with a single palm strike.

"If the price weren't so high, I'd be willing to become Carrying Book Slave," another cultivator said enviously.

"Yes... to gain power but lose freedom, the price is too high." Everyone sighed.

Just as everyone was marveling at the newly emerged Carrying Book Slave, several blood-covered figures suddenly ran out from the outer perimeter of Nine Heavens Mountain.

"Help!"

"Whoosh"

No sooner had one of the cultivators finished speaking than a giant claw suddenly shot out, grabbed his leg, and dragged him back.

"Ah!"

The pitiful and desperate Growl startled all the cultivators outside the Zhenbei. Everyone turned their gaze from the Mysterious Bookstore and looked at everything with suspicion.

"What's going on?"

"That claw was terrifying!"

"That cultivator must have been at the Spirit Venerable level, yet he was dragged away without being able to resist."

"This is the outer perimeter of the Nine Heavens Mountain!"

"Brother, what exactly happened?" A cultivator covered in blood, who had successfully escaped, was asked by other cultivators on the roadside.

This cultivator possessed the cultivation level of the Spirit Venerable Sixth Stage, which was considered above average in Dubian Town. However, his face was filled with terror and despair. His entire right arm was severed, and his clothes were covered in dark red blood.

"I don't know why, but the spirit beasts in Nine Heavens Mountain suddenly went berserk. Many high-level spirit beasts ran out and killed people indiscriminately. Many people have already died." The cultivator's face was full of fear and lingering dread. He spoke tremblingly, clearly having just experienced a scene that terrified him.

"A spirit beast uprising?" Everyone looked at each other in surprise. This was a rare occurrence! In the past 30,000 years on the Azure Dragon Continent, there had never been a case of a high-level spirit beast uprising. These high-level spirit beasts possessed extremely high intelligence and had their own territorial consciousness. They wouldn't wander off to the outer reaches of the Nine Heavens Mountain, let alone their own First Heaven Mountain. They would stay obediently in their own territory. As long as you didn't provoke them, there was no danger to you.

"Could it be that someone deliberately provoked them?" one cultivator speculated. Such a situation, where high-level spirit beasts leave their territory, only occurs when they are Taunt.

"Didn't the Mysterious Bookstore release a quest to hunt spirit beasts and obtain Orange Fragment? Maybe someone's trying to take advantage of the situation," the group discussed.

But the one-armed cultivator shook his head with a bitter smile, "How can we try to fish in troubled waters? They're all dead. I've seen four Spirit Emperor die at the hands of those spirit beasts, not to mention the Spirit Venerable and Spirit King. Anyone who was slow to run is dead!"

"Hiss!" Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock. Even a powerful figure at the Spirit Emperor realm couldn't escape this calamity and died inside the Nine Heavens Mountain!

Before they could react, a long roar suddenly echoed from within the Nine Heavens Mountain: "Roar!"

A powerful figure flew swiftly towards them. This figure had already reached the Spirit Emperor Ninth Stage, but at this moment, he was covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, his hairpins had fallen off, his hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.

"Call out"

A gigantic hand emerged from the Nine Heavens Mountain, reaching out to grab the important figure with incredible speed, about to seize him in the blink of an eye.

"It's over!" Everyone who saw this felt a chill in their hearts, thinking that he had no way to escape this grasp.

But at that moment, the important figure put his hands together and recited a spell, and an auspicious cloud instantly condensed beneath his feet.

"Whoosh"

The auspicious cloud caught him, instantly turning into a Phantom Organization and widening the distance between him and the hand.

"Soaring Cloud Riding Mist!" the crowd exclaimed in surprise. This important figure, on the verge of death, had actually used Divine Abilities and Spells to successfully escape death!

"Roar!"

The important figure successfully escaped the Nine Heavens Mountain range, and the palm had no choice but to give up the Pursuit. A unwilling roar came from the depths of the Nine Heavens Mountain, and with a 'whoosh' the Pursuit palm withdrew.