Xue Jiuyou was, deep down, somewhat apprehensive of Su Xiaokang, one of the Ten New Dragons. He planned to kill Luo Feng and his companions and then depart.
Unexpectedly, things developed far beyond his expectations.
None of the Four Great Neophytes had died; instead, several of his underlings were lost! Enraged, he no longer held back.
An eerie blood light shone around Xue Jiuyou’s body. Everywhere he went, the air ZIZZED, and a faint smell of blood and decay filled the air.
Luo Feng was secretly taken aback as he looked at Xue Jiuyou in mid-air.
Even at this distance, the intense danger brought by the Blood Cloud made his scalp tingle.
The power of this Blood Cloud could easily obliterate an eighth-level Hell Realm Martial Artist.
"This is the Ten Thousand Illusion Blood of the Blood Demon Sect. It is extremely powerful and has a corrosive effect. Ordinary people touched by the Blood Cloud will dissolve into blood!" the Heavenly Fragrant Woman, He Qin, said solemnly.
Luo Feng nodded, but his eyes remained calm.
Seeing Luo Feng’s calmness, He Qin looked surprised. "You don’t seem to be afraid?"
Luo Feng smiled faintly. "We can’t intervene in this level of battle. Worrying won’t help."
He Qin nodded. I didn’t expect Luo Feng to see things so clearly, she thought, surprised.
Luo Feng once again fell silent, looking up at the rare sight of a battle in the sky.
Zi Hongyuan and the others looked at Xue Jiuyou in mid-air, their faces very gloomy.
They had all heard about the power of the Ten Thousand Illusion Blood.
They were Martial Artists at the ninefold Heavenly Court Realm, seen as exceptional grandmasters in the eyes of ordinary people. But in front of a Spiritual Rotation Realm powerhouse, they were still insignificant.
Looking at Xue Jiuyou, whose blood light was growing stronger, Zhou Zhiyun’s face turned frosty, her eyes sharp. "Su Xiaokang, let’s attack together!"
"You don’t have to make a move. I will deal with him," Su Xiaokang said, a faint smile still on his face, appearing unruffled. His figure transformed into a streak of cyan light, blocking Xue Jiuyou’s path.
When Xue Jiuyou heard Su Xiaokang’s words, a subtle anger flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Stinking kid, I see you’re one who won’t weep until you see the coffin!"
As his voice fell, the blood-colored light around Xue Jiuyou became increasingly intense. In a moment, the strong blood light even vaguely outshone the setting sun.
Feeling the formidable power emanating from Xue Jiuyou, Luo Feng slowed his breath and whispered, "It’s about to begin."
At this moment, the blood-colored light surged like a giant wave, the eerie light shrouding the entire sky over the plaza.
"Ten Thousand Illusion Blood!"
The blood-colored light churned violently, changing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into an army of thousands, charging towards Su Xiaokang with a ghastly killing intent.
The entire martial arts plaza filled with ghostly cries and howls. The sounds alone made people shiver down their spines; some with weaker cultivation even screamed in fright.
"What a terrifying attack," Luo Feng muttered, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. The army of thousands formed by blood qi seemed alive. Its mere momentum could intimidate anyone; he had already gained the upper hand without even making a move.
Facing the charging army, Su Xiaokang’s expression turned serious for the first time. He withdrew his iron fan, his brocade robe billowing. A faint emerald light flickered on his right hand as he struck out with his palm.
"Green Wind Cold Moon Palm!"
As Su Xiaokang’s soft shout fell, crisp sounds echoed in the space around him. The moisture in the air instantly turned into snowflakes, and the temperature of the entire martial arts plaza plummeted!
A palm shadow exuding waves of cyan light emerged out of thin air, trailing terrifying cyan afterimages as it burst forth, illuminating half the sky.
Wherever the blood light and the cyan palm shadow passed, the space vibrated violently.
The two collided instantly. The sound was like summer thunder, shaking the entire Yunlan Peak with subtle tremors. The sky turned into a mix of green and red, and snowflakes as large as goose feathers began to fall.
The moment the blood light and the cyan palm shadow touched, the army formed by the blood light was instantly frozen and then shattered into nothingness. The cyan palm shadow, with devastating momentum, charged onward, finally striking Xue Jiuyou.
Xue Jiuyou, struck hard, spat a mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air, his cheeks turning deathly pale.
"You actually cultivated the Azure Blood Cong Cloud Skill to the fifth level, the realm of Ice Gang Qi!" Xue Jiuyou glared fiercely at Su Xiaokang as his body suddenly retreated, turning into a twisted blood light. After several flashes, he disappeared into the horizon.
"Su Xiaokang, I will remember this blow! One day, I will make you pay tenfold!" Xue Jiuyou’s cold voice drifted from the distance.
"I’m afraid you won’t get that chance," Su Xiaokang chuckled coldly, preparing to give chase. Suddenly, he remembered something and turned to look at Luo Feng. Waving his hand, he sent a streak of azure light toward him.
Luo Feng raised his hand and caught the streak of azure light—it was a green-colored Spirit Pill.
The pill emanated an aura of Yuan Qi. When held, it throbbed as if it had a life of its own. The immense power it contained was astonishing.
"This is a top-tier fourth-grade Spiritual Medicine, the Qinggang Pill. It’s a secret medicine from my Su Family, and it can save you half a year’s worth of grueling cultivation. You saved me once, so consider this pill a thank-you gift. Your Qinggong is quite interesting. However, I’m on a mission now, so I must leave. We shall meet again if fate allows."
After saying this, Su Xiaokang transformed into a streak of azure light, pursuing Xue Jiuyou, and disappeared without a trace.
After Su Xiaokang’s figure vanished, all the Martial Artists around looked enviously at the Qinggang Pill in Luo Feng’s hand. Thɪs chapter is updated by N0veI.Fiɾe.net
The most valuable thing for a Martial Artist is time. Even if one was dull-witted, given enough time, they could still become an expert.
A Spirit Pill that could save half a year’s worth of grueling cultivation aroused the interest of even Zi Hongyuan and the others.
However, while they were interested, none of them dared to covet the pill.
This Qinggang Pill was a gift from Su Xiaokang to Luo Feng.
The Imperial City’s Su Family was a monolithic entity that even the Four Great Academies dared not provoke. Consequently, none of them wished to sacrifice their lives over a single pill.
"Luo Feng, Su Xiaokang is from the Imperial City’s Su Family. You saved him this time. After entering the Golden Palace, there will surely be great benefits for you," He Qin said, looking at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng smiled faintly without replying. He had saved Su Xiaokang not expecting anything in return. Whether Su Xiaokang was from the Imperial City’s Su Family or one of the Ten New Dragons, it had nothing to do with him.
This Qinggang Pill can save me half a year’s worth of grueling cultivation. This pill is just right for me, Luo Feng thought. Only after witnessing the power of Su Xiaokang and Xue Jiuyou did he truly realize that there were always people stronger than himself, and heavens beyond heavens.
My strength might be considered top-tier among the Four Great Academies. But in the Flowing Cloud Region, the Four Great Academies are only considered average forces. The Canglang Dynasty has twelve great domains, and the Flowing Cloud Region ranks near the bottom in terms of strength. The Canglang Dynasty itself is just a small country in the Hundred Nations Territory. Not to mention the other four major domains; there are countless geniuses on the entire True Martial Continent.
It seems I must work hard on my cultivation so I can leave the Flowing Cloud Region...
With Xue Jiuyou defeated and fled, the remaining two ninth-rank Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artists were killed in moments under the siege of the four academy deans.
Zhou Zhiyun began arranging for the academy elders to lead the remaining Martial Artists down the mountain to treat the injured.
The appearance of the Blood Demon Sect disciples this time caused heavy casualties in Tianlan School. Not only were several elders lost, but more than a dozen students were also killed or injured. As for the martial artists from the pugilistic world and members of other factions who came to watch the battle, casualties exceeded one hundred!
The entire martial arts plaza was in chaos for a while before order was gradually restored.
The deans of the Four Great Academies stood together, looking at the unrecognizable martial arts plaza, their expressions quite grim.
Due to the intense exertion from the fierce battle, Zhou Zhiyun’s face was somewhat pale, adding a touch of delicate charm to her appearance. She looked at the scarred plaza and sighed lightly. "Who could have imagined that disciples of the Demon Sect would cause trouble at this year’s Neophyte Competition. If Su Xiaokang hadn’t arrived, our Four Great Academies might have been severely weakened."
Hearing this, Zi Hongyuan and the other two nodded slightly. Zi Hongyuan said in a serious tone, "My senior sister brought news from Red Maple Lead before that the Demon Sect is resurfacing in the Hundred Nations Territory. I didn’t expect things to develop so quickly. Even Xue Jiuyou, one of the one hundred and eight Blood Demon Generals, appeared."
Huo Tianqing said, "The great war more than a decade ago severely weakened the Demon Sect. Its strength shouldn’t be that formidable now."
"Their purpose in appearing this time is the Four Great Neophytes. If I’m not mistaken, their current focus is on accumulating strength. They shouldn’t dare to directly provoke the major powers of the Hundred Nations Territory for the time being."
"In the next few years, nothing major should happen. But in a few more years, I’m afraid what happened more than a decade ago will reoccur."
Hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
More than a decade ago, several major Demon Sects from the West Desert Demon Realm invaded the Hundred Nations Territory, and dozens of dynasties were annihilated! That catastrophe was deeply ingrained in their memories.
Bing Ruolan, Zi Yuan, and the others had sustained light injuries. After Luo Feng sent them to get treated, he returned to the martial arts plaza.
"Feng Er, over here," Yang Qing called out, waving from the crowd.
Luo Feng walked over. He and Yang Qing stood together, surrounded by many people.
"Feng Er, this is Uncle Han Shan from Tianbi Commercial House. He was once a fellow student with me at the same school. And this is..." Luo Tian said, pulling Luo Feng toward them with a broad smile as he made the introductions.
"Hello, Uncle Han..." Luo Feng responded to each of them one by one. These people were all prominent figures. Now that the Luo Family was in charge of the Panlong City Lord Mansion, they would definitely need to interact with these people in the future.
Han Shan was a middle-aged man with a kind face, fair skin, and a slightly portly build. He looked Luo Feng over and praised, "Indeed, heroes emerge from the young. At such a young age, you are able to comprehend the Grand Momentum and become the first of the Four Great Neophytes. Your future achievements are boundless!"
The people around him all nodded in agreement.
"Uncle Han, you’re too kind," Luo Feng replied modestly with a smile.
Suddenly, Yang Qing pulled Luo Feng to one side and pointed at a figure behind Han Shan, smiling. "Feng Er, this is Uncle Han Shan’s daughter, Han Lin."
Luo Feng looked behind Han Shan.
Only then did he notice a young girl standing there.
The girl had a waterfall of black hair and wore a light green short skirt. She had a graceful figure and a soft, beautiful face, appearing very serene.
Han Lin noticed Luo Feng looking at her. She lowered her gaze, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, and secretly peeked at Luo Feng from the corner of her eye.
"Feng Er, what do you think of her?" Yang Qing asked with a slight smile, her voice soft.