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Zhou Zhuan was pinned down by Xu Feng's Five Element Needle Technique, losing control as the Golden Serpent Treasure fell into the grass.
Xu Feng took a Sixth-Rank Vitality Pill to alleviate his injuries. Zhou Zhuan launched a fierce attack; although it struck Zhenzhong, Zhenzhong was connected to Xu Feng's spirit, causing Xu Feng to suffer significant damage as well. If the attack had landed on the Five Element Needle Technique, Xu Feng's injuries could have been even worse. To convince Zhou Zhuan of his condition, Xu Feng pretended to be seriously injured, risking further harm to seize an opportunity for a kill.
In the end, the careless Zhou Zhuan paid with his life.
Xu Feng resumed his old ways, collecting Zhou Zhuan's Golden Serpent Treasure and storage bag before setting Zhou Zhuan's body ablaze. After advancing to the Golden Core stage, Xu Feng's spiritual power had greatly increased; he no longer needed a Fire Talisman to burn a corpse. With just a breath of Fire Elemental Power, he could dispose of the body completely.
As the wind blew, Zhou Zhuan vanished from sight. A silver-white shimmering ring appeared where the ashes scattered.
"Ah?" Xu Feng knew this ring must be significant and quickly picked it up to keep it safe. He spread his Wings of the Strange Dragon and flew away.
Xu Feng was only ten miles away from the chaotic battle earlier; thanks to the low terrain, he had not been detected. However, the commotion caused by Golden Core cultivators would certainly attract attention. Zhou Zhuan was much stronger than Wu Yuchun, and his worth was undoubtedly high. Just that Golden Serpent Treasure alone would make various sects fight over it. In such circumstances, Xu Feng dared not linger; after collecting his spoils, he immediately fled.
He flew twenty miles in one breath and landed on an uninhabited hilltop. For Xu Feng now, twenty miles was quite close, taking only four or five minutes.
This area was relatively open, with no visual obstructions within five miles; it was nearly impossible to approach unnoticed. After observing his surroundings and confirming that no one was around, Xu Feng took out and examined Zhou Zhuan's and Wu Yuchun's storage bags.
Xu Feng had seen Wu Yuchun's storage bag before but had been too busy improving his self-defense capabilities to pay attention after refining Zhenzhong.
Wu Yuchun's personal belongings were similar to Mu Yingshan's; there were no Low-Grade Spirit Stones but several tens of thousands of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and two High-Quality Spirit Stones. There were also plenty of pills: twelve bottles of Fifth-Rank Pills and four bottles of Sixth-Level Elixirs. The only Cultivation Method was the refining method for Zhenzhong that Xu Feng had practiced before. There were no other miscellaneous items; even a Superior Spirit Sword was discarded by Xu Feng as a nail clipper and later rendered useless under Zhou Zhuan's Golden Serpent Treasure.
With Jin Liaoyuan's legacy already making him wealthy, combined with Mu Yingshan's and Wu Yuchun's stockpiles, Xu Feng feared no one in Liuxiang Kingdom could rival him. If he wished, he could easily support a sizable sect.
After stuffing Wu Yuchun's possessions into the ring, he finally opened Zhou Zhuan's storage bag. Given Zhou Zhuan's higher status and strength compared to Wu Yuchun, the treasures inside were likely even more abundant.
Sure enough, as soon as the storage bag opened, a brilliant light emerged, revealing a pile of spirit stones—entirely Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Xu Feng estimated there were at least seven or eight hundred thousand, nearly matching Jin Liaoyuan’s total. Unable to contain himself, Xu Feng broke into a silly grin.
However, this storage bag only contained spirit stones; in other words, it was just a wallet.
Xu Feng immediately focused on the silver ring belonging to Zhou Zhuan, realizing that this was Zhou Zhuan's private warehouse. The purpose of the Nine Dragon Pool's outing was to buy off various factions, aiming for a victory without conflict. The hundreds of thousands of spirit stones were likely meant to win over the different sects.
Xu Feng transferred all the spirit stones into his Spatial Ring while taking out the Low-Grade Spirit Stones from his space and placing them into Zhou Zhuan's storage bag.
Zhou Zhuan's storage bag had a larger capacity compared to Xu Feng's usual one, so Xu Feng moved all his miscellaneous items into Zhou Zhuan's storage bag.
The silver ring still retained some of Zhou Zhuan's spiritual energy, though it was very faint and not as strong as the powerful formations set by Jin Liaoyuan. Xu Feng gently wiped it, and the spiritual energy on the ring dissipated, revealing a space.
The most eye-catching items were still a pile of spirit stones, totaling only over a hundred thousand, slightly more than Wu Yuchun's. The elixirs were all Sixth-Level Elixirs, with a total of twenty-three bottles.
Like Wu Yuchun, there was only one Martial Arts Manual. Xu Feng picked it up and saw that it was titled: Golden Snake Cone.
So that treasure was called the Golden Snake Cone. Xu Feng understood that this was another ritual refinement Cultivation Method, essentially a user manual for the Golden Snake Cone.
There was nothing else in the silver ring—no ores, demon pills, talismans, or Cultivation Methods. It seemed that the requirements of Zheguo cultivators for cultivation items differed from those of Liuxiang Kingdom, with different focuses.
After quickly flipping through the Golden Snake Cone's Ritual Refinement Manual, Xu Feng took another Sixth-Level Healing Pill and began to calm himself and recuperate.
The ritual refinement of the Golden Snake Cone was somewhat more complicated than that of Zhenzhong; it required at least half a day to complete. Xu Feng had sustained injuries and could not perform the ritual conveniently, so he decided to heal first before making further plans.
After taking two Sixth-Level Elixirs, Xu Feng's injuries healed rapidly.
Xu Feng had suffered indirect injuries; his physical body was not directly harmed but rather his soul had been shaken, which in turn affected his internal organs. As someone who had crossed over, his soul was stronger than average. Coupled with his Five Elements Cultivation, he possessed self-healing abilities. After taking two Sixth-Level Elixirs, his condition improved quickly.
Within less than three hours, Xu Feng had fully recovered his strength. By this time, it was getting late, and Xu Feng rose to fly back along the same route.
Xu Feng was unaware of the battle situation between the Ten Factions and the Nine Dragon Pool. Having killed Wu Yuchun and Zhou Zhuan, Xu Feng had gained a clearer understanding of his own combat power.
After reaching the Golden Core Stage, the gap in combat power among cultivators was no longer merely a difference in cultivation level; it depended more on what magical treasures one possessed and their ability to adapt to changing situations.
Any Late Stage of Golden Core cultivator from Liuxiang Kingdom could contend with Zhou Zhuan, but once Zhou Zhuan unleashed the Golden Snake Cone, he could take on four opponents at once. The cultivators from Liuxiang Kingdom were actually losing due to their inferior Refining Tools, much like how society today suffers from technological disadvantages. If someone uses a gun while you have a knife, it's no surprise if you lose.
Now, with the Five Element Needle Technique and Zhenzhong as his two magical treasures, combined with the double effect of Arrow Meridian, Xu Feng's strength was equivalent to that of a Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivator. With Zhenzhong working in tandem with the Five Element Needle Technique, as long as his opponent was careless, killing a Late Stage of Golden Core cultivator would not be difficult. Even if he couldn't win, self-preservation was no longer an issue.
The battle with Zhou Zhuan had given Xu Feng enough confidence to contend with Late Golden Core Cultivators.
He quickly covered the thirty miles.
Xu Feng soared high in the sky with his impressive Wings of the Strange Dragon.
The cultivators from Nine Dragon Pool and Ten Factions had already scattered into groups for one-on-one duels. Those who couldn't win were fleeing, while those who could were pursuing. As long as they weren't fighting to the death, casualties were unlikely; everyone was a Golden Core Cultivator and essentially a bomb themselves. If provoked, they could retreat or fight back—if you pressed on too hard, they might just die in front of you and take you down with them.
The same applied to those from Nine Dragon Pool; armed with magical treasures, even if they couldn't defeat five opponents, escaping was easy. Anyone who dared to pursue would be met with lethal force.
Due to the lack of death orders after scattering and the absence of leadership, everything became manageable. If you attacked me, I would retreat; if you retreated, I would attack. Groups were playing hide-and-seek in the wilderness for miles around, and neither side could gain an advantage over the other.
When Xu Feng arrived, the sun had not yet set, and his enormous Wings of the Strange Dragon immediately caught the attention of both sides' cultivators.
"How is that guy still alive? If he’s not dead, does that mean Zhou Zhuan..."
"New Moon Sect's Xu Feng is indeed impressive, managing to escape from a dedicated pursuit. He certainly has some skills."
Both sides had their own thoughts, keeping an eye on Xu Feng's next move. Xu Feng's Moonchaser Bow had caused quite a stir at the Nine Dragon Pool, its power not fearsome enough to instill terror, but definitely not to be underestimated.
Xu Feng flew high in the Sky, darting from east to west, weaving through the Flower Cluster and into the woods, yet he did not descend or make a move.
The people of Nine Dragon Pool were puzzled by Xu Feng's intentions but could not ignore him; if they did, that unpredictable individual might shoot an arrow and leave them in a dire situation.
As Xu Feng continued to fly, he inadvertently exerted pressure on them; no one wanted to feel those malicious eyes watching from behind. It was no wonder that Nine Dragon Pool decided to send out Zhou Zhuan to eliminate this thorn in their side.
With Xu Feng's interference, the cultivators of Nine Dragon Pool began to feel passive. What was once a balanced exchange of offense and defense turned into a one-sided situation where they could only defend. The cultivators from Ten Factions grew bolder with each passing moment.
Finally, it was all dark.
"It's my turn to strike." Xu Feng slightly adjusted his wings and dove down.
Yang Buyao, accompanied by three cultivators, was surrounding a member of Nine Dragon Pool. This was a newly formed group since Yang Buyao had returned; originally five members strong, one had just been killed by the enemy, but they had also inflicted significant injuries on their opponent.
The besieged cultivator from Nine Dragon Pool was a stout man, not very tall, similar in stature to Zeng Zhiwei. Coincidentally, his name was also somewhat similar—he was called Zeng Zhiwei.
This was Zeng Zhiwei's first battle since arriving in the Liuxiang Kingdom, but it was proving difficult. He had just used his magical artifact, the Soul-Cutting Scissors, to kill one cultivator but had been caught off guard and injured in his left leg. A large chunk of flesh had been sliced away, exposing white bone. Although he quickly consumed a Healing Elixir, he was surrounded by enemies and unable to bandage or recuperate properly, severely affecting his mobility.
The Soul-Cutting Scissors danced before him, repelling the attacking cultivators one by one. Each time Yang Buyao attempted to break through, he narrowly avoided being hit by Zeng Zhiwei.
Suddenly, a large bell appeared out of nowhere. With a loud boom, the two-meter-high bell completely enveloped the Soul-Cutting Scissors. Inside the bell, the scissors crashed around but could not find a way out.
"Wu Yuchun, are you crazy?" Zeng Zhiwei shouted. He recognized the bell; it was a special artifact used by his fellow disciple Wu Yuchun. Its attack power was average, but its defense was impressive. No one could escape once trapped under this artifact of the same level.
Zeng Zhiwei's information was still a bit slow; he didn't know that Wu Yuchun had already died at Xu Feng's hands. It wasn't entirely his fault; the only person who knew this news, Zhou Zhuan, had also become a victim of Xu Feng.
"What a great opportunity!" Yang Buyao once again utilized her speed to rush in front of Zeng Zhiwei. With a swift motion, she struck down. Poor Zeng Zhiwei barely managed to draw a spirit sword before Yang Buyao cleaved him in half.
Blood rained down as Yang Buyao, ignoring the blood splattered on her, snatched Zeng Zhiwei's storage bag.
The other three rushed over but saw that Yang Buyao had already killed Zeng Zhiwei, and a hint of regret flashed in their eyes. They all turned to focus on Xu Feng's Zhenzhong.
Everyone knew that beneath this large bell lay another artifact: the Soul-Cutting Scissors.
Yang Buyao had fought against Zhenzhong before and knew its origins. Considering that Xu Feng had yet to make a move, she guessed that Zhenzhong must have been obtained and refined by Xu Feng.
Xu Feng stepped out from the shadows, waved his hand, and Zhenzhong flew back into his body, revealing the Soul-Cutting Scissors underneath.
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors; whoever wins gets this artifact," Xu Feng said seriously to the four of them.
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