The Spoils: A Green Jade Pendant and Xiantian Cultivation Methods

Chen Feng did not dare let his guard down in the slightest against a Xiantian expert. If he could kill his opponent, he had to strike to kill.

No one knew what trump cards his opponent might have left. Emptying the magazine was a precaution.

Chen Feng unfastened his clothes. The bulletproof vest underneath had caved in.

It was thanks to this vest that he had been able to block Jiang Xiao's Gang Qi attack.

Without it, his opponent's Gang Qi would have gone straight into his body.

Once Gang Qi entered his body, even if it didn't kill him, it would leave him crippled.

The money had been well spent.

Chen Feng searched Jiang Xiao and put away everything he found, then dragged his injured body down the mountain.

The Xingfeng Sect's mountain bandits had vanished without a trace.

Only a few corpses remained.

Wang Hu sat on the ground, his face deathly pale. When he saw Chen Feng coming, he immediately crawled toward him.

"Sect master!"

Wang Hu was in even worse shape than Chen Feng. His blood had nearly been sucked dry, and his head was a little flattened.

If he hadn't been a martial artist, he would probably have died long ago.

"Are you all right?" Chen Feng asked with concern.

Chen Feng hadn't expected Wang Hu to get dragged into this after all. He had seen everything clearly through his scope just now.

The kid really was quite loyal to him.

"I won't die. I'll be fine after some rest. But are you all right, sect master?"

"I'm fine."

Chen Feng then looked at He Sandao, who lay on the ground in the distance.

Only then did he discover that He Sandao was still breathing, his eyes open as he watched him.

Chen Feng had shot him through the chest with a sniper rifle, yet he hadn't died. His vitality was extraordinarily strong.

He Sandao spoke weakly:

"I was careless. I underestimated you by far!"

Chen Feng ignored He Sandao and took out his sniper rifle, aiming it at his head.

He Sandao immediately burst out laughing.

"Chen Feng, I'll be waiting for you down below. You killed Jiang Xiao, and the Jiang Household won't let you off. You won't live more than a few days."

He Sandao didn't beg for mercy. He knew it would be useless.

Although he had only dealt with Chen Feng for a short time, judging by Chen Feng's actions, he was clearly someone who wouldn't leave himself exposed to any threats.

At this moment, his heart held only hatred and regret. He regretted underestimating Chen Feng.

If only he had been a little more careful and waited in hiding before coming out, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

What he hated was that, if his men had been a little more united, Chen Feng couldn't have won either.

But it was too late to say anything now.

He had been too brutal, leaving few of his subordinates loyal to him. The moment something went wrong, they had all run away.

Chen Feng's sniper rifle had also frightened the mountain bandits. The unknown was what people feared most.

Ignoring He Sandao's words, Chen Feng pulled the trigger. At such close range, He Sandao's head was blown apart, leaving him thoroughly, irreversibly dead.

After killing He Sandao, Chen Feng searched him as well.

"See which of these can treat injuries."

Chen Feng took out the things he had found on the two Xiantian experts.

There were plenty of bottles, jars, and the like.

He knew little about the pills and such in this world.

Wang Hu picked up several jars containing pills and sniffed them, then said:

"These bottles contain pills for treating injuries. The others are all for assisting cultivation." Wang Hu picked out a few bottles.

Chen Feng poured the pills out of the bottles and gave some to Wang Hu, then took a few himself.

As soon as the pills entered his mouth, he felt the pain in his body ease considerably.

He had bought quite a few pills in the Painting Scroll World and even sold some in the modern world.

But none of them had taken effect like this, as if a pole had been set upright and its shadow appeared at once.

The possessions of Xiantian experts were extraordinarily valuable.

Chen Feng noticed that Wang Hu was holding the pills without taking them.

"Why aren't you taking them?" Chen Feng asked.

Wang Hu said weakly:

"Sect master, these pills are used by Xiantian experts. They're incredibly precious. Ordinary pills will do for me."

Wang Hu clearly seemed reluctant to use them.

Chen Feng's face hardened.

"Just take them. Won't you even listen to me anymore?"

Hearing Chen Feng say that, Wang Hu finally took the pills. His complexion improved at once.

Chen Feng began counting the things he had obtained from the two Xiantian experts.

Besides the pills, there were also some Cultivation Methods.

Two of them were Xiantian Cultivation Methods: the Blood Demon Saber Art and the Mystic Yellow Art.

The Blood Demon Saber Art was a Devil Cultivation Method that increased the Qi within the body by sucking people's blood. The Mystic Yellow Art was much more normal, a cultivation method based on breathing exercises.

However, those breathing exercises also required a foundation as a martial artist.

Chen Feng planned to try it later and see whether he could cultivate it. What he really wanted, though, was an immortal's method.

Wang Hu said:

"Sect master, the Mystic Yellow Art is the Cultivation Method that made the Jiang Household of Liuyang Town famous. It can be cultivated all the way to Late Xiantian."

Wang Hu evidently recognized the Cultivation Method.

Chen Feng tossed the Mystic Yellow Art straight to Wang Hu.

"Take it and cultivate it first. As for the Blood Demon Saber Art, forget it. It goes against humanity."

"This..." Wang Hu was stunned.

This was a Xiantian Cultivation Method. Every Xiantian Cultivation Method was incredibly precious.

For a Rogue Cultivator like Wang Hu, reaching the Ninth Layer of the Acquired Realm in his lifetime was already considered the limit.

Reaching Xiantian was practically impossible, and the most important reason was the lack of a Xiantian Cultivation Method.

"What, are you worried about the Jiang Household's retaliation?" Seeing Wang Hu stunned, Chen Feng asked.

Wang Hu immediately shook his head.

"Sect master, I'm not afraid of the Jiang Household's retaliation. It's just that this Cultivation Method is too precious. I..."

For a moment, Wang Hu didn't know what to say.

Chen Feng had given him such a precious Cultivation Method so casually that he felt a little dazed.

"It's fine. Focus on your cultivation. If you can reach Xiantian, you'll be able to help me more."

Chen Feng patted Wang Hu on the shoulder.

After this incident, Chen Feng could be said to have truly come to trust Wang Hu.

"Thank you, sect master. I, Wang Hu, will certainly live up to the trust you've placed in me." Wang Hu didn't refuse again.

Chen Feng noticed a jade pendant among the pile of items.

The pendant had come from Jiang Xiao.

The pendant was dark green all over and about the size of a palm. It was covered in patterns that looked rather peculiar.

"What is this?" Chen Feng asked Wang Hu.

"I don't know, sect master." Wang Hu didn't recognize the pendant either.

Chen Feng examined it carefully. He found that there was nothing inside the pendant except a pale blue light.

Chen Feng put the pendant away, intending to study it again after returning to the modern world.

Chen Feng said to Wang Hu:

"Find somewhere to heal. Don't show yourself for the next few days, in case Black Wind Stronghold retaliates."

There was no one left in the Xingfeng Sect now. Almost all the martial artists had been killed, and even those who had survived had run away.

Only the two of them remained in the entire Xingfeng Sect, and both were injured.

If the mountain bandits of Black Wind Stronghold came for revenge, staying here would be no different from waiting to die.

Chen Feng had only one grenade left, and not much ammunition either.

"Sect master, are you leaving? Aren't you coming with me?"

Wang Hu hadn't expected Chen Feng to tell him to go heal on his own.

"I need to leave for a few days. I'll come back and find you then."

Chen Feng was preparing to return to the modern world. Although he had taken the pills, he still wasn't at ease.

With broken ribs, he certainly needed to go to the hospital and have them checked.

If he hadn't taken many pills to strengthen his physique over the past year or so, the pain from his broken ribs would surely have knocked him unconscious.

"All right. I'll heal nearby and wait for you to return, sect master!" Wang Hu didn't press him further.

He had never been one to question Chen Feng's decisions too closely.

After agreeing with Wang Hu on a time and place for their next meeting, Chen Feng returned to the secret room and then went back to the modern world.