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By the seventh day, Xu Feng could barely use the Flying Sword, and Yang She took him to Xianxia City.
It was not far from Peach Blossom Village to Xianxia City, only about thirty to forty thousand miles. At Yang She's speed, they could reach it quickly. However, due to Xu Feng's severe injuries and Yang She's intention to prevent him from fully recovering, Xu Feng had to stop to rest every thousand miles, taking breaks that lasted half an hour each time.
Yang She was aware of his condition and did not rush him. While Xu Feng rested, he tried various methods to extract valuable information from him. Xu Feng complied, and each time Yang She asked a question, he gained something. For every magical artifact Xu Feng handed over, he needed to rest again. At times, he would rest seven or eight times, and in the short span of over thirty thousand miles, they had barely covered half the distance.
During this journey, Yang She managed to extract thirteen Medium-Grade Magical Artifacts, ten Superior Magical Artifacts, and five million spirit stones from Xu Feng. If Xu Feng hesitated to give them up, Yang She would find excuses to make his life difficult. Although he wouldn't take Xu Feng's life, suffering was unavoidable.
This time, Xu Feng had killed seven Late Stage Nascent Soul members of the Purple Cloud Sect, and all the treasures he obtained were taken by Yang She, including his Earth Element Superior Magical Artifact, Yan Wang Zhan.
On the ninth night, as they were nearing Xianxia City, the two flew side by side in the sky when Yang She suddenly stopped and said, "There's a gambling house in Xianxia City where my luck is usually quite good. Why don't you give me another ten million? I can try my luck there; who knows, I might hit it big and pay you back double."
Xu Feng sighed and replied, "I only have a little over ten million left. You've taken so much from me already; where would I find more spirit stones? Please don’t make it harder for me."
Yang She stroked his beard and asked, "You really don’t have any left?" For someone at Xu Feng's level to possess ten million spirit stones was already considered wealthy. Adding in a pile of magical artifacts made it hard for Yang She to believe otherwise.
The items Yang She had extracted from Xu Feng were worth more than twenty million spirit stones. He estimated that aside from the Sorrowful Technique, Xu Feng probably had nothing else of value left.
"Since you have none," Yang She said with a sinister smile, "then what use is your life?"
Xu Feng was alarmed and stammered, "Y-you don’t want the Sorrowful Technique anymore?"
Yang She replied coldly, "I do want it; if you give it to me now, I will take it. But if you refuse... heh heh..."
Xu Feng was terrified and began to back away step by step. However, his speed was no match for Yang She’s; he didn’t take him seriously at all. As Xu Feng retreated, he exclaimed, "So you were just tricking me into going to Xianxia City! You’re a fraud!" He shook his head like a lovesick woman who had been deceived.
Yang She said, "Stop pretending. You are cunning and unpredictable; whether you can obtain the Sorrowful Technique is uncertain. Even if you do get it, with your training speed, you would surpass me in less than a hundred years. At that time, how could you let me go? No matter how foolish I am, I wouldn’t leave such a hidden danger for myself. Besides, I've already extracted quite a bit from you; I'm satisfied enough without needing the Sorrowful Technique."
Yang She revealed his true intentions and decided to abandon the Sorrowful Technique while taking away the artifacts he had obtained. Before leaving, however, he naturally intended to end Xu Feng's life. With Xu Feng still heavily injured and without the Wings of the Strange Dragon, escape was impossible.
At this moment, Xu Feng was only ten zhang away from Yang She; with just an outstretched hand, Yang She could easily crush him.
Xu Feng drew the Blazing Blade, preparing for one last fight. Yang She saw this and laughed heartily, saying, "Are you trying to commit suicide? Do you really think you can kill me?"
Halfway through the sky, Yang She's fist glowed with Spirit Light as the Great Strength King Fist quickly condensed. He intended to punch Xu Feng to pieces, lest the night drag on with more troubles. At that moment, he noticed Xu Feng's strange smile, and a chill ran down Yang She's spine; something was off—this guy still had tricks up his sleeve.
Xu Feng raised the Blazing Blade, the blade resembling a full moon. As he turned the blade, eighteen sword lights suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Gale Sword Formation, attack!"
Yang She was filled with despair as he watched the eighteen Medium-Grade Spirit Swords swoop down. He shouted, "Impossible! How can you still use such a spirit-consuming Sword Formation? It can't be… it can't be…" The rain of swords came fast and furious, leaving him no escape. Yang She could only brace himself and swung his fists to strike at the incoming swords.
The Great Strength King Fist was indeed powerful; he knocked away the first eight swords. The next four swords were avoided thanks to his quick movements. Unfortunately, the eighteen spirit swords sealed off all angles, and even if Yang She had three heads and six arms, he would still be injured.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Six swords struck home. Yang She's formidable body managed to block the swords from piercing through completely, but he stared wide-eyed in anger like a dazed hedgehog.
Six Medium Quality Swords pierced into Yang She's body from six different angles, embedding deep to the hilt. He stood there dazed in the sky as the glow on his fists slowly faded away.
"You..." Yang She began to speak but coughed up a mouthful of blood and could say no more. He fell from the sky and died on the spot.
Xu Feng did not dare approach him directly. He took out Diablo and fired three arrows, creating several holes in Yang She's body. Seeing that Yang She was truly dead beyond recovery, he flew over and sliced apart Yang She's body with one strike.
Yang She's Yuan Ying emerged, attempting to seize control in that moment. Xu Feng would not give him a chance; he grabbed it and instantly sealed it away. Then he collected Yang She's Spatial Ring and retrieved the Wings of the Strange Dragon from it. With a flap of his wings, he vanished from sight.
Poor Yang She had worked so hard to dig up so many treasures from Xu Feng, only to have them all returned to Xu Feng in the end. Little did he know that after Xu Feng improved his Sword Formation technique, it was primarily controlled by Soul Power and required only a small amount of spirit energy to activate. During that brief time, Xu Feng used Wood Element Technique to recover from his injuries and had already met the requirements to activate the Sword Formation.
Xu Feng never intended to trade in Xianxia City; even if Yang She hadn’t attacked that night, Xu Feng would have struck first.
All of this was to buy time to enhance his Soul Power and ensure he had enough spirit energy for support. Xu Feng feigned weakness, diverting Yang She's attention with numerous treasures and spirit stones until he finally struck back successfully and escaped death.
Xu Feng flew less than a hundred miles before landing in a village, slipping into a tavern run by mortals to recuperate. The mortals, seeing he was a cultivator, did not dare to disturb him and respectfully provided him with a private room.
The Gale Sword Formation had high demands on Soul Power and also consumed physical strength. Xu Feng, still recovering from serious injuries, nearly depleted his spiritual energy after activating the Sword Formation once. To quickly leave the scene of the incident, he used the Wings of the Strange Dragon, which left him without sufficient spiritual energy even after flying a hundred miles, forcing him to land and rest.
The next morning, Xu Feng had regained some strength but did not dare to linger in the tavern. He tossed a spirit stone on the counter and took off on his Flying Sword.
Along the way, Xu Feng continuously consumed pills. The Flying Sword was not a burden for him; he flew at the edge of the Sky while healing his injuries. After four hours, Xu Feng safely entered Xianxia City.
Upon entering the city, Xu Feng went straight to the New Dragon Gate Inn and requested a top-tier room.
The cities and counties in Zheguo were managed by powerful cultivators, who had established unchanging rules for thousands of years: no grievances were allowed to be settled within the city. Any disputes could be resolved through negotiations with the cultivators responsible for management in the city. These managers were all incredibly powerful, mostly above the Great Perfection Stage, and in some well-known cities, there were even Transcendence Period cultivators overseeing matters.
As for what these "city managers" looked like, very few had seen them because no one dared to cause trouble in the city; those who did were simply "not in" the city anymore.
The rent for Xu Feng's room was twenty thousand per day, with exceptional conditions. He chose this room primarily for a safe environment to cultivate; other services were secondary.
Rooms at this price came with dedicated attendants who stood outside waiting for orders. This was Xu Feng's third stay at this inn; from room 957 to 007, this time he was assigned room 1860.
The attendant responsible for Xu Feng's room found it to be the easiest job since Xu Feng entered and did not come out again, clearly entering seclusion. Secluding oneself in a guesthouse that charged twenty thousand per day was not something an ordinary person could afford.
The attendant stood guard outside the door without any tasks to perform and could chat with other Female Cultivators during work hours. This guest was quite good; he had good character.
Once inside his room, Xu Feng began healing his injuries. Yang She’s punch had damaged his internal organs and even injured his Golden Core. He relied on pills along the way and forcibly activated the Gale Sword Formation, risking a relapse of old injuries at any moment.
Xu Feng had plenty of pills on hand; after swallowing hundreds of them and using Wood Element Technique to stimulate recovery, his condition improved rapidly. Even so, it took half a month to fully heal his damaged body. It wasn't until twenty days later that Xu Feng's injuries completely healed.
Surviving great calamities often brings great blessings. Xu Feng took out the Spatial Ring he had seized and began to enjoy his "blessings."
In this battle, Xu Feng killed seven Late Stage of Nascent Soul experts from the Purple Cloud Sect and collected their Yuan Ying and possessions. The most important one among them was naturally Yang She himself.
The items in the first seven rings were quite similar, with a total value of around three million. Those high-quality swords were just ordinary goods, incomparable to Xu Feng's branded items. Xu Feng organized all the items neatly before finally opening Yang She's Spatial Ring.
Yang She, the miser, was indeed exceptional. Aside from what he had previously swindled from Xu Feng, his total number of spirit stones exceeded twenty million. It seemed that his years as a Guardian were not in vain; he had accumulated quite a fortune.
Surprisingly, Yang She only had one magical artifact, a pair of dark gold gauntlets. These gauntlets were taken from Yang She by Xu Feng; they had caused Xu Feng a lot of trouble. The first punch sent Xu Feng flying, and the second punch shattered the Blackstone Shield, nearly costing him his life.
This was a Superior Magical Artifact, and in terms of quality, it was considered high-grade among Superior Magical Artifacts—definitely a good item!
Of course, what Xu Feng looked forward to the most was Yang She's Great Strength King Fist Cultivation Method. An ancient bronze Martial Arts Manual was placed on the shelf; it was indeed the Great Strength King Fist.
With the Cultivation Method along with the gauntlets and Yang She's insights from his Yuan Ying cultivation, mastering the Great Strength King Fist seemed just around the corner.
However, when Xu Feng opened it, he was dumbfounded. Just like the Gale Sword Formation he encountered before, the minimum cultivation requirement for the Great Strength King Fist was: Late Stage of Nascent Soul.
The hard-earned Great Strength King Fist turned out to be merely a decoration. Xu Feng felt that Yang She had played a rather cruel joke on him; this punch felt like it was taken for nothing.
Late Stage of Nascent Soul—who knows how long it would take to reach that level?
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