Sword Subdues Thunder and Yellow Springs

Sword Subdues Thunder and Yellow Springs

Ever since the upper ranks of the Pill Tower had left, Han Feng had not stopped moving.

At a place outside the city known to no one, he directly tore open space.

With one step, his figure vanished into the twisted spatial rift.

Dou Venerables could tear through space for long-distance travel. It was incredibly fast, far quicker than ordinary flying Dou Skills or flying mounts.

At that moment, Han Feng desperately wanted to go home.

Aunt Xuan's words had confirmed his worst suspicions.

Something had happened to his teacher.

Although he knew his teacher would not die easily, Han Feng understood the Soul Hall's methods better than anyone.

Falling Star Pavilion was an organization founded by his teacher. After his teacher's disappearance, it would certainly become a target for others. Uncle Feng had been under immense pressure alone.

Within the spatial passage, Han Feng streaked forward like a beam of light, his face icy.

About half a day passed.

When Han Feng stepped out of a spatial rift, he had already arrived outside the space where Falling Star Pavilion was located.

Before he could enter, violent waves of energy came surging madly from the direction of Falling Star Pavilion, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Something had happened!

Han Feng's pupils contracted. Without hesitation, he flashed forward, broke through the spatial barrier, and forcibly entered Falling Star Pavilion's territory.

The sight before him nearly made his eyes burst from their sockets.

The once peaceful floating islands above Falling Star Pavilion had collapsed in several places, becoming massive boulders that fell from the sky. The mountain-protecting formation's light had dimmed, on the verge of collapse. Countless disciples fled in panic, and screams rose one after another.

At the center of the battlefield, three people were locked in a deadly battle.

One of them moved with graceful ease, his green Dou Qi turning into invisible wind blades that sliced through space. He was Falling Star Pavilion's pillar, the four-star Dou Venerable Feng Xian!

Yet his situation was far from good.

Though Feng Xian was powerful, with his Wind's Ultimate Dao appearing and vanishing unpredictably, the two people besieging him were also renowned Dou Venerables of the Central Plains.

One was wrapped head to toe in dazzling silver lightning. Every strike carried the force of thunder, broad and domineering.

The other was shrouded in yin energy, surrounded by strange Yellow Springs death aura. His Dou Skills were insidious and vicious, constantly eroding Feng Xian's protective Dou Qi.

Thunder Venerable of the Wind-Lightning Pavilion, and Yellow Springs Venerable of the Yellow Springs Pavilion!

"Feng Xian, how long will you keep resisting? That old bastard Yao Chen no longer has any trace of life. He probably died outside! If you know what's good for you, hand over Falling Star Pavilion's treasury, and the two of us may even leave you with an intact corpse!"

Thunder Venerable burst into laughter. Countless lightning serpents formed a massive thunder hammer and smashed it toward Feng Xian.

"Hmph, a pack of rats taking advantage of another's misfortune!"

Feng Xian's expression was grave, but he showed no fear. After forming seals with both hands, an enormous green tornado shot into the sky and forcibly shredded the thunder hammer apart.

Then Yellow Springs Venerable's sinister voice came from behind him.

"Wind Venerable, your reputation is well deserved, but in the end, you are only one man!"

A Yellow Springs underworld river condensed from pure death aura silently eroded the tornado's foundation, transforming into countless skeletal ghost claws that reached for Feng Xian's back.

Feng Xian retreated violently, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but a ghost claw still grazed his shoulder. A patch of green cloth instantly turned to ash, and several black finger marks were left on his skin as wisps of death aura crazily burrowed inward.

Facing two enemies alone, he had ultimately fallen into a disadvantage.

Seeing Feng Xian injured, the killing intent in Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable's eyes intensified. They immediately unleashed their strongest attacks.

Lightning and death aura merged into a terrifying pillar of light capable of destroying mountains and rivers, blocking every path of retreat for Feng Xian.

Seeing this, the disciples below Falling Star Pavilion all closed their eyes in despair.

Just then.

A cold, indifferent voice filled with killing intent rang out from above the nine heavens, echoing through all of Falling Star Pavilion.

"Who gave you dogs the nerve to touch my Uncle Feng?"

As the words fell, a jade-green longsword flew down from the sky and appeared at the center of the battlefield.

Golden patterns on the sword flickered between bright and dim, ancient and mysterious.

This sword was called Green Lotus. It was the final gift the system had given Han Feng when he transmigrated—a life-bound sword capable of growing alongside him.

Green Lotus Sword Song!

With a soft chant, the Green Lotus Sword gave a humming tremor, and countless dazzling streaks of sword light burst forth. Every streak resembled a blooming green lotus, beautiful and deadly.

The sword light fell like rain, striking later despite being unleashed later. In an instant, it collided with the terrifying pillar of lightning and death.

There was no great explosion, only silent annihilation, like lotuses blooming.

An attack capable of severely wounding a four-star Dou Venerable was dissolved layer by layer by the sword lotuses filling the sky, vanishing into nothingness!

"Who is that?!"

Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable were horrified. They hurriedly retreated, staring in shock at the Green Lotus Sword floating in the air.

Feng Xian also seized that fleeting opportunity. Looking up, he saw a man in white step out of the sky and reach out to grasp the Green Lotus Sword's hilt.

Frost cold enough to freeze a person had gathered upon that young face.

"L-Little Feng?"

Feng Xian's lips trembled. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing.

Han Feng nodded at Feng Xian in greeting.

Then he turned, his cold eyes burning with Red Lotus Karmic Fire settling on Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable.

"You joined forces to bully my teacher's elder while my teacher was absent. Very well. Are you two from the Wind-Lightning Pavilion and Yellow Springs Pavilion planning to be erased from the Central Plains?"

"A one-star Dou Venerable? You are Yao Chen's disciple, Han Feng?"

Thunder Venerable had been watching Han Feng. Once he sensed Han Feng's aura, his expression turned ugly.

Hadn't this brat been stuck at the Dou Ancestor realm all this time? When had he broken through to Dou Venerable?!

"Uncle Feng, I'll deal with the lightning wielder. The other one is yours!"

Han Feng did not waste words and spoke directly to Feng Xian.

"Good!"

Feng Xian's spirits soared. With a long howl, endless wind blades gathered once more as he took the initiative to charge Yellow Springs Venerable.

"Arrogant brat, you're courting death!"

After being singled out by a junior who had only just advanced, Thunder Venerable flew into a rage. Lightning around him surged as he transformed into a bolt of thunder and lunged at Han Feng.

Han Feng flicked his wrist, and the Green Lotus Sword gave a clear ring.

He did not meet the attack head-on. Instead, he used an exquisite movement technique, his body like a wisp of green smoke as he weaved through the lightning.

Twin-Sleeve Green Snakes!

With a twist of his body, the sword light from the Green Lotus Sword abruptly became strange and unpredictable, like two entwined green venomous snakes. From an unexpected angle, it pierced through the lightning net before Thunder Venerable and stabbed toward his shoulder.

"Not good!"

Thunder Venerable was greatly alarmed. He had not expected Han Feng's swordsmanship to be so bizarre.

He flew backward, crossing his arms before his chest as lightning Dou Qi formed armor around him.

Clang! Clang!

Two sharp sounds rang out as the sword tip struck the lightning armor, sending sparks flying. Thunder Venerable felt a soft yet sharp force pierce through his armor. Pain flared in his arm, and he was forced back a hundred meters.

On the other side, Feng Xian's pressure greatly diminished, and he unleashed his full strength.

When Yellow Springs Venerable was distracted by Han Feng's appearance, Feng Xian seized the opportunity and pressed his palms together.

Wind-Thunder Divine Finger!

A visible green thread of wind appeared out of thin air, ignoring the distance of space and instantly winding around Yellow Springs Venerable's waist.

Splat!

Yellow Springs Venerable screamed. His protective death aura was immediately severed, and a wound deep enough to reveal bone opened at his waist, blood gushing out.

The situation changed at once!

"Retreat!"

Yellow Springs Venerable was shocked and enraged. He knew there was no chance today. He grabbed Thunder Venerable, who was likewise beginning to retreat, crazily circulated his Dou Qi, and tore open space without looking back to flee.

"We'll leave it at this for today! Han Feng, the Wind-Lightning Pavilion and Yellow Springs Pavilion will never let this matter rest!"

"Trying to leave?"

Han Feng sneered but did not pursue them.

He slowly raised the Green Lotus Sword in his hand and lightly swung it toward the spatial rift through which the two had escaped.

"Leave you a little lesson."

An extremely thin golden thread of sword light silently slipped into the spatial rift that was about to close.

Immediately afterward, even more miserable, terrified screams from Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable came from the other side of the rift.

Only after the danger had completely passed did Feng Xian fly over. Countless complicated emotions filled his face as he looked at this disciple who was both familiar and unfamiliar. After a long while, he heavily patted Han Feng's shoulder.

"Little Feng, you... have grown up."

There was relief in his voice, but even more unconcealed grief and indignation.

"Your teacher... has disappeared."

Seeing the bloodshot veins in Feng Xian's eyes, Han Feng felt a pang of sorrow. He forcibly suppressed his anger and reached out to support Feng Xian instead.

"Uncle Feng, I already know the situation. But I don't believe anything has happened to Teacher," he said in a deep voice. "So what if it is the Soul Hall? Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find Teacher and bring him back! Right now, the most urgent matter is stabilizing Falling Star Pavilion."

Feng Xian nodded heavily, the worry in his eyes replaced by a fierce resolve.

"You are right. The Soul Hall will repay every last bit of what it owes us!"

"Uncle Feng." Han Feng stared at him brightly. "I am now an eighth-tier alchemist."

That single sentence made Feng Xian's eyes widen, his face filled with disbelief.

Han Feng gave no further explanation. Looking around at their ruined home, his voice was not loud, yet every person in Falling Star Pavilion could hear it.

"I will let everyone in the Central Plains know that Medicine Venerable's disciple is someone they can never hope to look up to."

"Those who touch Falling Star Pavilion must be prepared to suffer utter destruction!"

Seeing the young man before him, brimming with fighting spirit, decisive in killing, and filled with confidence, the heart Feng Xian had sunk into despair after Yao Chen's disappearance ignited with the fire of hope for the first time.

Perhaps this boy really could hold up the heavens.