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After bidding farewell to Zhao Wan, Ye Feng did not dare to delay and quickly left Mount Luoshen, where the Dragon Tiger Sect was located, entering Luo City at the foot of the mountain.
Luo City was merely a small border town in the Northern Jin Kingdom, with a permanent population of less than ten thousand households. However, it had a significant flow of visitors, serving as a crucial passage for entering and exiting the Northern Jin Kingdom from the west.
Ye Feng had no mood to appreciate the scenery of Luo City. After hastily preparing provisions and horses, he headed straight north towards Silvermoon City.
With only half a month left until the Clan Meeting began, although the horses Ye Feng purchased were decent, if he traveled along the main road, he would likely be cutting it too close. Fortunately, he managed to buy a relatively detailed map of the north at the market in Luo City. After studying it carefully, he decided against taking the main road and opted for a shortcut instead.
This way, by traveling day and night, he could arrive at Silvermoon City two or three days early, allowing him ample time for preparation.
Although the shortcut was faster, it was far less safe due to crossing some remote forests, so there were not many people on this path.
Ye Feng was skilled and bold; he urged his horse onward and soon entered a forest.
The foliage in the forest was dense, blocking out sunlight and casting deep shadows on the narrow path. For an ordinary person, they would have likely dismounted and walked.
"Whoa!" Ye Feng suddenly pulled on the reins and stopped by the roadside, frowning as he looked down.
Not far from him on the ground lay a thick rope covered with dust, blending almost seamlessly with the ground; an ordinary person would hardly notice it.
"Hey! This pretty boy actually spotted us?" A rough voice came from one side of the path.
This group of highway robbers usually set up tripwires on narrow paths and hid in tall grass nearby. When passing travelers' horses tripped over these wires, they would rush out to kill and rob. Even if they encountered some well-trained young disciples from prominent families, they would often fall victim before they could even use their Martial Techniques due to surprise attacks.
"What audacity! You dare to disregard the Dragon Tiger Sect and rob here!" Ye Feng's expression turned cold as he scanned both sides of the road.
Ye Feng had just left Luo City not long ago; although this place was remote, it was still within the jurisdiction of the Dragon Tiger Sect.
"Dragon Tiger Sect?" A Black-Clad Man swaggered out from the grass with a two-meter-long steel knife slung over his shoulder. Behind him followed dozens of men with various expressions, each wielding different weapons.
Ye Feng's gaze swept over them one by one and immediately discerned their levels of cultivation.
The one with the highest cultivation was naturally the burly man wielding a knife at the front, possessing a cultivation level of Eighth Level of Strength Realm. The other bandits had varying levels of cultivation, with the lowest being at the third level of Martial Realm.
These individuals gathered together formed a force not to be underestimated, which explained why there had been frequent reports of Dragon Tiger Sect disciples suddenly disappearing while on errands outside the city.
However, in Ye Feng's eyes, these people were nothing to worry about.
"What's so special about the Dragon Tiger Sect? Looking at your attire, you're just an Outer Sect Disciple from your sect. You’re just a clueless kid. Do you want me to kill you and search your body, or will you obediently hand over your valuables? I'm in a good mood today; perhaps I might spare your life!" The Black-Clad Man sneered and threatened loudly.
"Seeking death!" Ye Feng was in a hurry and didn't bother to waste words with them. While riding his horse, he casually struck out with one hand.
"Tide Sound Palm!" The power of Three Heavy Sea surged forth like crashing waves.
The immense palm force shook the Black-Clad Man's mind, filling his face with fear and unease.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Black-Clad Man's first instinct was to flee, but under Ye Feng's overwhelming aura, he could barely stand, let alone escape.
"Hero, spare me! Hero, spare me! I, Jiang Xiong, have treasures to offer. Please spare my life!" Since he couldn't stand or escape, the Black-Clad Man simply knelt down.
"Hmph, what a useless coward. Killing you would only dirty my hands!" Ye Feng grunted and shifted his palm aside. The Three Heavy Sea power swept over the man's head and crashed into a sturdy tree behind him.
Bang! Wood chips flew as a large hole shaped like a palm appeared in the trunk of the tree that three men could embrace.
The burly man glanced back and his face turned even uglier as he repeatedly bowed his head. The other dozens of bandits also knelt down and began to bow their heads in surrender alongside him.
"What treasure do you have? If it’s useful to me, I might let you go this once. But no matter what, don’t let me see you again!" Ye Feng shouted sternly.
"Yes, yes! I see that you're in a hurry. Recently, I obtained a fine horse. As they say, good horses are gifted to heroes!" Jiang Xiong grinned and waved towards the back. Soon after, a clear neigh echoed from deep within the forest, followed by an unremarkable little henchman leading a tall horse out from the woods.
Ye Feng focused his gaze and saw that the horse was completely red like fire, with no mixed hairs at all. Especially the mane on its back, which danced in the wind like flickering flames. The horse stood eight feet tall and was ten feet long, seeming quite dissatisfied with the bandit leading it, snorting and roaring, exuding extraordinary majesty.
"Good horse!" Ye Feng was taken aback; he never expected to encounter such a fine steed in such a desolate place.
"This horse is called Blazing Steed. I acquired it from... a friend... It can travel a thousand miles a day, only a master like you is worthy of this Blazing Steed!" Jiang Xiong tried to flatter him, but Ye Feng was not impressed. After dismounting, he walked directly to Blazing Steed and reached out to touch it.
"Be careful, this horse hasn't been fully tamed yet!" Jiang Xiong exclaimed in surprise. However, the scene before him left him once again speechless in shock.
The fiery temperament of the Blazing Steed, which was difficult for strangers to approach, showed no signs of aversion to Ye Feng's touch. Instead, it neighed softly and nestled its massive head against Ye Feng's chest.
"Remember, get out of Dragon Tiger Sect's territory and don't let me see you again!" After leaving this remark, Ye Feng mounted the horse and lightly patted its head.
The horse understood and let out a joyful snort before transforming into a streak of fiery red light, swiftly charging out of the thicket.
"Good horse, good horse, hahaha!" Ye Feng felt the exhilarating speed and couldn't help but laugh heartily.
In the forest, the Black-Clad Man Jiang Xiong pondered for a while, gripping the hilt of his knife. He had carefully raised Blazing Steed for over a month, yet it wouldn't even let him touch it. Why did its temperament suddenly change upon meeting this young man?
"Let's go!" Jiang Xiong shouted to his men behind him.
"Boss, where to?"
"Don't be stupid! With such a person around, forget about doing business in Dragon Tiger Sect's territory. Anywhere is fine as long as we don't run into that little ancestor again!" Jiang Xiong glanced at the hole in the tree trunk and involuntarily shivered before speaking loudly.
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Blazing Steed could travel a thousand miles a day, much faster than any ordinary horses Ye Feng had ridden before—two or three times quicker. If it galloped at full speed, they could reach Silvermoon City in just four or five days.
With that in mind, Ye Feng was no longer in a hurry to travel. After taking out the map and calculating the distance, he would occasionally pause at appropriate moments to stabilize his internal cultivation.
After consuming fifty Essence-Enhancing Pills, some of the medicinal power still lingered in his body and had not been completely refined. Ye Feng was refining the medicinal power while stabilizing his cultivation, gradually approaching the peak of the Ninth Level from the mid-stage.
A week passed quickly, and Ye Feng was getting closer to Silvermoon City. At this point, he was no longer anxious; after all, there were still several days left. He could fully prepare before returning to his family, which would increase his chances of winning at the Clan Meeting.
As he passed through a small town called Linyue Town, Ye Feng's provisions and water ran out. He rode into the town, intending to find an inn to rest.
The Blazing Steed was magnificent and soon attracted a lot of attention. However, most of the townsfolk were simple locals who marveled at the impressive horse but also recognized that Ye Feng was not someone to be trifled with.
At the entrance of a relatively clean inn, Ye Feng dismounted. A young attendant quickly approached him with a smile, ready to take the reins of the Blazing Steed.
The Blazing Steed snorted loudly, startling the attendant who stumbled back repeatedly.
"Prepare some good horse feed and tell me where the stable is; I will lead the horse myself!" Ye Feng chuckled lightly, not taking offense. He patted the Blazing Steed beside him to comfort it.
"What a fine horse! Truly a rare steed! Look at its fiery coat, strong yet not overweight. Just lifting its hooves gives it an appearance as if it could soar into the clouds. Its neighing sounds like thunder! Who would have thought that in this remote little town, I would encounter such a magnificent horse!"
Although hearing praise for his horse should have pleased Ye Feng, he felt no joy. Turning around, he discovered that the one commenting on his horse was a well-dressed young nobleman.
This person wore a silver-white robe and held a white jade folding fan, followed by a group of similarly dressed young men whose status seemed quite significant.
"Young Master Zhao's ability to recognize horses is said to be second in the Northern Jin Kingdom; no one dares claim first!"
"Indeed! What a pity that such a fine horse is being ridden by a poor wretch. What a shame!"
The group of young nobles discussed among themselves, completely disregarding Ye Feng.
Ye Feng scoffed and had no desire to engage with them; he turned to leave.
"Hey there, Brother! I wonder if you would consider selling your horse? As for the price, we can negotiate!" The leading young nobleman closed his fan and pointed at Ye Feng loudly.
"Buying a horse?" Ye Feng suddenly turned around and said calmly, "You can't afford my horse!"
"Impudent!" a Yellow Robed Young Master shouted, "Do you know who this is? If he can't afford it, then no one in the Northern Jin Kingdom can!"
"Oh, and who are you?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and scrutinized Young Master Zhao, realizing that although he appeared weak, his cultivation had already reached the second level of the Origin Martial Realm!
"Hmph, this young master is an Inner Sect Core Disciple of Wudu City’s Fengyu Holy Institute, and he ranks third among the top ten young talents in the Northern Jin Kingdom—Zhao Yuanxin, the younger brother of Miss Zhao Qingyang!" another follower quickly boasted.
"Is that so? Zhao Qingyang? I don't know her!" Ye Feng turned to leave without showing any mercy.
"You're bold!" The Yellow Robed Young Master was the first to strike, throwing a punch.
"Tiger Fist!" Ye Feng immediately recognized the origin of the opponent's martial technique and sneered inwardly. He didn't even need to use a martial technique; he simply struck out with one palm.
His recent training had increased his strength by another two hundred pounds, allowing him to unleash a casual strike with a force of fifteen hundred pounds, nearly matching that of a second-level Origin Martial Realm expert.
The overwhelming palm force swept over, and the Yellow Robed Young Master let out a scream as he was sent flying, crashing to the ground without a sound, leaving his fate uncertain.
"What? Can't afford my horse? Are you resorting to robbery?" Ye Feng rubbed his palms together and glanced at Zhao Qingyang and the others, saying proudly.
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