Wei Xuanfeng's Predicament

After bidding Wen Shihan farewell, Wei Xuanfeng headed straight into the forest.

After a night's rest, the side effects of the Strength Pill had grown weaker and weaker.

With Reed Crossing the River unleashed, it felt as though he were treading on the wind, his body more than half as light as before.

The shadows of trees on either side sped backward, while the wind rushing head-on poured into his collar. A chill shot from his neck all the way down his spine, yet it felt so refreshing that he wanted to shout.

Half an hour later, he landed on a branch. His chest rose and fell, and his calves were faintly sore, but his spirits were higher than ever.

This lightness skill was truly miraculous.

He looked back along the path he had taken, estimating the distance and time.

Conservatively speaking, at full speed, one hundred meters took no more than five seconds.

In his previous life, that had been a threshold no number of drug-fueled world-record chasers could touch. And now, he had merely learned a secret manual and practiced for less than half a night.

Wei Xuanfeng looked down at his own legs. "If this were my previous life, Bolt would have to call me Dad."

After indulging in his self-satisfaction for a while, he began carefully observing the jungle.

Before long, he finally found his target.

Tracks left by a Xuanlan Wolf Demon.

Ever since his battle with the wolf demon, he had been unable to forget that state in which he had unleashed blade aura.

Wei Xuanfeng had a feeling that if he wanted to master blade aura proficiently through nothing but painstaking cultivation, it would take at least five years.

He could not wait that long, so he chose a shortcut.

That was...

Battle!

Following the tracks, Wei Xuanfeng tailed the wolf demon all the way.

He did not conceal his own trail. If anything, he even deliberately made some noise.

In Wumeng Mountain, even rabbit demons did not avoid people, let alone wolf demons.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, he came face-to-face with the owner of those tracks—a Xuanlan Wolf Demon three meters long and two meters tall.

"Uh... is it still too late to regret this...?"

Wei Xuanfeng stood on a branch, looking down at the wolf demon below as he swallowed.

He had to admit that before seeing the wolf demon, he had talked a little too big...

Why the hell was this wolf demon so huge?!

"Awoo!"

The wolf demon's eyes held nothing but mockery. It lightly swept its tail across the ground.

The force sent shattered stones shooting toward the prey in the tree like bullets.

"Holy shit, it can attack at range too?!"

Wei Xuanfeng hastily used Reed Crossing the River, darting to another branch and barely evading the hail of stones.

But before he could steady himself, another fierce gust came whistling at him.

Wei Xuanfeng had never expected that one day, he would be kited by a wolf demon.

What a damn niche experience.

Still, he had to marvel at it—the intelligence of the demonic beasts in this world was absurdly overpowered.

"Are you done yet? Come on, then! If you've got the guts, face me head-on!"

He had always been the one shooting others. This was his first time getting shot at, and it pissed him off.

Wei Xuanfeng drew his embroidered spring saber, cleaved apart the stones, then leaped down to land before the Xuanlan Wolf Demon.

The wolf demon tilted its head at him, the mockery still lingering in its gaze.

"You beast, you even know psychological warfare."

Wei Xuanfeng knew it was deliberately trying to provoke him. He did not rush in, instead slowly calming his mind.

At the instant his heart became still as water, he stepped into Reed Crossing the River and rapidly closed the distance between them.

Only then did a trace of gravity enter the Xuanlan Wolf Demon's eyes.

Neither man nor wolf erupted with their full strength from the start. Instead, they continuously tested one another.

The same thought arose in both their minds...

They could win, but the price would be steep.

In Wei Xuanfeng's eyes, the Xuanlan Wolf Demon was a truly perfect weapon of war.

Its fangs were sharp, its claws poisonous, and its tail agile.

All three posed an enormous threat to him in their own way.

After only a few breaths of trading blows, he had already felt enormous pressure.

Yet inwardly, he was ecstatic.

Yes, this was the feeling!

The Embroidered Spring Saber danced ever more wildly in his hand, the moves of the Grand Progenitor Saber Art linking together with increasing precision.

Often, before one move had fully run its course, the next was already upon his opponent.

Man and wolf fought for a full ten-odd minutes, each leaving several wounds on the other.

The sounds of battle startled countless birds into flight. Several Soft-Boned Rabbit Demons were directly frightened into playing dead by the lingering shockwaves of their clash.

By this point in the fight, Wei Xuanfeng's stamina had been severely drained, but his will to fight only burned more fiercely.

Soon, it was coming soon!

Just as he was about to enter that mystical state, a whistling sound interrupted him.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of arrows shot down like meteors, blanketing both man and wolf.

Wei Xuanfeng reacted swiftly, immediately pulling back and dodging.

The Xuanlan Wolf Demon was no slow responder either, but its massive frame worked against it.

Though it also dodged in time, it was still struck by more than a dozen arrows.

Most of the arrows were stopped by its fur, which was comparable to refined steel. But several struck, dead on, the wounds Wei Xuanfeng had left on its body.

"Woo, woo, woo..." the Xuanlan Wolf Demon growled low.

The wolf demon clan prized honor above all else. Toward Wei Xuanfeng, its eyes held only fighting spirit and the desire to conquer.

But when it looked at those ambushers, all that remained in its gaze was venomous hatred and killing intent.

"Brothers, kill this beast, and we'll be able to enter the Demon Suppression Directorate!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and a second rain of arrows came flying.

Unfortunately for them, the Xuanlan Wolf Demon was prepared this time. Why would it sit still and await death?

With a sweep of its wolf tail, countless pebbles soared into the air, instantly knocking down the entire volley of arrows.

Under its deliberate control, several of the most forceful stones even shot straight toward the archers in the crowd.

A flash of satisfaction crossed the Xuanlan Wolf Demon's eyes before it swiftly fled into the distance.

After several flickering leaps, it vanished into the forest.

"Boss, don't let that beast get away! Let's chase it!" a saber-wielder in the crowd said.

"No rush. That beast is injured; it can't escape. Besides..." the leader of the crowd spoke up, "compared to that wolf demon, there's someone I want dead even more right now..."

With that, he looked toward Wei Xuanfeng, who was hiding behind a tree.

Wei Xuanfeng looked back at him, his eyes dark.

Fuck, his rhythm!

Watching the wolf demon's retreating figure, his anger surged at once.

"You'd better have some good news for me. Otherwise..." Wei Xuanfeng said icily.

Among the crowd, he spotted a familiar figure.

Wei Zhaoting.

Hadn't this guy been kicked by him? Even if he wasn't dead, he should have been bedridden for half a year recovering.

How was he here?

"Heaven truly favors me, letting me run into you here! Wei! Xuan! Feng!!" Wei Zhaoting snarled, his face twisted viciously.

"And then?"

"Kneel, then obediently accept death!"

Wei Xuanfeng: ...

Fuck your mother. If he'd said kneeling meant he could live, Wei Xuanfeng might have considered it.

Death either way—only an idiot would kneel.

"Was that really necessary? I only slept with your fiancée, but I also taught her how to roll her tongue. Honestly, you came out ahead..." Wei Xuanfeng took a deep breath and said, forcibly suppressing his anger.

The other side outnumbered him, and he had just gone through a grueling battle.

Only such circumstances made Wei Xuanfeng choose to speak nicely.

"Wei Xuanfeng, you're fucking courting death!" Wei Zhaoting roared as he drew his saber and swept out an arm. "You really think putting on the Demon Suppression Directorate's doghide makes you transform into someone above others? Too bad this is Wumeng Mountain. Even if you die here, no one will collect your corpse!"

The moment his words fell, more than a dozen martial artists instantly drew their sabers, surrounding Wei Xuanfeng with hostile expressions.

"I merely made a mistake every man makes. Setting aside the fact that I slept with your fiancée, don't you bear even a little blame..." Wei Xuanfeng glanced around, his tone softening. "Fine, fine. If I apologize, will that make you feel better?"

"Brothers, chop him into mincemeat!"

At the command, more than a dozen martial artists charged at Wei Xuanfeng as one.

"I always act with courtesy first and force second. You apologized, yet you still insist on exterminating me..." Wei Xuanfeng flashed aside to evade the attack from behind, then slashed backhandedly. "You really don't know when you've been shown a favor. Since you want to die, come on, then!"

Splat!

With a single slash, the martial artist who had ambushed him was cleaved in two—head and blade alike.

This was the Embroidered Spring Blade, sharp enough to slice through iron like mud.

This was Wei Xuanfeng: he only killed, never spared.

Wei Zhaoting and his group had never expected that Wei Xuanfeng, who looked so refined and scholarly, would strike with such vicious, life-stealing moves.

Before the battle had even begun, they were already afraid.

"Witness my strongest move—the final stance of the Taizu Saber Art: Heaven and Earth Share the Same Lifespan!"

Wei Xuanfeng caught the fear in the surrounding martial artists' eyes and immediately shouted.

His gaze abruptly turned resolute, the veins on the hand gripping his blade bulging as though he truly intended to perish together with them.

They had witnessed his ruthlessness, and upon hearing the name of the technique, instinctively assumed this fellow had gone mad and wanted to drag someone down with him before he died!

So each of them guarded themselves closely and retreated half a step.

In that very instant, Wei Xuanfeng turned and fled.

With One Reed Crossing the River unleashed to its fullest, he raced away from the group without once looking back.

What a joke. Dying together with a bunch of mud-legged nobodies? Wasn't that just sick in the head?

He could settle the score after finding somewhere to heal his wounds!

But just then, his vision blurred, and a figure abruptly appeared before him.

"Trying to leave? It won't be that easy!"

The newcomer was Wei Zhaoting. Gripping his saber with both hands, he brought down a sweeping strike that could rout a thousand armies upon Wei Xuanfeng.

He couldn't retreat!

In that flash of lightning and flint, Wei Xuanfeng made his decision.

If he fell back and was surrounded by that group again, then not even wings could carry him to safety!

"Within an inch lies the end of the world!"

Wei Xuanfeng muttered the saber art's mnemonic. His body moved with his will as he lowered his stance and drew his bow-step, thrusting his blade straight out. It was so fast that the blade arrived before the sound of its edge.

The sixth stance of the Taizu Saber Art: Within an Inch, the End of the World.

Shock filled Wei Zhaoting's eyes. If he continued his swing, he could cut the other man in half at the waist.

But he himself would surely lose both head and body as well!

Left with no choice, he withdrew his strike and defended.

Clang!

The two sabers collided, scattering sparks. Wei Xuanfeng instantly seized the opening, took a sidestep, and slipped past him.

Then Wei Xuanfeng swung his saber backhandedly, intending to behead him in a single blow.

Wei Zhaoting reacted just as swiftly, kicking Wei Xuanfeng squarely in the chest.

Slash!

Thud!

One sound of fabric tearing, one muffled impact.

A bloody line appeared across Wei Zhaoting's chest, while Wei Xuanfeng was sent flying backward.

"Damn it, I fell for it!"

When Wei Zhaoting saw that the other man had borrowed the force of his kick to break away and flee, he immediately gave chase.

Following the other's retreating figure, he had only taken a few steps when he casually pushed aside a cluster of branches and leaves.

A voice suddenly rang out from deep within his mind.

"Careful!"

Wei Zhaoting had no idea what it meant when he felt a fierce gust of wind rush at him.

His body twisted into an exceedingly bizarre posture, narrowly avoiding the dagger by a hair's breadth.

Splat!

The dagger struck one of the people who had come to reinforce them.

The man did not even manage a scream before foam began spilling from his mouth...

Blood-sealing poison!

What vicious poison!

For a moment, cold sweat drenched Wei Zhaoting's back. Fortunately, there was an old fellow inside him to warn him.

Otherwise...

As Wei Xuanfeng fled into the distance, he saw that Wei Zhaoting was still alive, and a cold smile surfaced on his face.

He had sabotaged his cultivation, led people to gang up on him, kicked him once, and even stolen his precious dagger.

One grievance after another, one score after another.

Wei Xuanfeng was especially vindictive.

"Once I recover, I'll definitely kill you all... all of you!!"