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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Killing Kuang Yun
The primeval forest was blanketed in a thick layer of white snow, appearing as if draped in silver. Many ferocious beasts were hibernating in their caves, but some, undeterred by the cold, roamed the forest in search of food.
Lin Feng walked over the snow, making crunching sounds with each step. Having spent more than half a year in the borderlands, he had lost count of how many ferocious beasts he had slain, ranging from third to fourth tier. The Ancient Cauldron was covered with images and inscriptions of these beasts; due to the sheer volume, they intertwined and obscured each other’s original forms.
The Ancient Cauldron was merely a shell. As Lin Feng continued his Medicinal Bath, soaking it in Beast Blood, it gradually began to exude a faint aura. However, this aura was very subtle; only those with an exceptionally powerful Divine Consciousness could perceive it.
Suddenly, Lin Feng found himself thinking of Miaomiao. It had been half a year; he wondered how she was doing and how much progress she had made in her cultivation.
Lin Feng abruptly stopped and called out to the vast expanse of white snow ahead of him, “You’ve been following me for two hours; you can come out now.”
With a creaking sound, Kuang Yun stepped forward. He looked at Lin Feng with hatred, recalling the day Sima Shangshan had executed him. Not only did this person fail to plead for him, but he also allowed Sima Shangshan to leave him with a complete corpse.
Lin Feng turned to face Kuang Yun with a calm expression. “If you want to kill me, you should at least provide a reason.”
Kuang Yun snorted coldly. “First, you come from Solitary Moon City. Second, you’re rising too quickly. The bird that sticks its head out gets shot; you’re just asking for death.”
“Are you here to kill me on your own accord or at Shen Jiahe's orders?” Lin Feng asked.
“Does it make a difference?” Kuang Yun retorted.
“Looks like I asked a very foolish question,” Lin Feng replied.
Kuang Yun slowly approached Lin Feng and said, “I heard from my subordinates that you often come to this primeval forest. I found it puzzling—this desolate forest is teeming with ferocious beasts; what are you doing here?”
“So you followed me for two hours just to see what I was up to?” Lin Feng inquired.
“Correct, but there’s another very important reason. This place has crossed into Yang Prefecture territory; it can be considered part of the next state. Killing you here is quite a good choice.” Kuang Yun revealed a smile, anticipating the look of fear or pleading on Lin Feng's face.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng remained calm and said, “That’s also the only reason I’ve been wandering around for two hours.”
"Oh? You deliberately lured me here to kill me?" Kuang Yun said, somewhat incredulous.
"I think we've had enough pointless chatter," Lin Feng replied as he drew a sword. The blade was rusty and thin, unmistakably the Moon City Sword.
Kuang Yun suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard an incredibly ridiculous joke. He pulled out a knife, its blade a striking blue, looking rather extraordinary.
"Nurturing Origin Realm Cultivation, wielding a shabby Iron Sword forged by mere mortals, preparing to ambush a peak Mid-Life Realm Cultivator?" Kuang Yun intentionally raised his voice at the end, then continued, "I forgot to tell you, the knife in my hand is of average quality, a Sixth-Grade Magical Treasure."
"By the way, the reason I've been wasting time talking to you is that I can't bear to kill you. You're so arrogant that I wish you could neither live nor die. Unfortunately, with the Governor's important matters at hand, taking you back for some slow torture is too risky; even the slightest danger cannot be allowed."
"Oh really? I forgot to mention that the Broken Sword in my hand has no rank. But dealing with your sixth-grade knife will be effortless," Lin Feng retorted.
"Stubborn until the end; it's time to go."
Kuang Yun stood firm, gripping his large knife. As his internal techniques unfolded, he slowly swung forward. Vital Energy gathered and resonated with his Five-Tiered Magical Artifact, creating a massive fire-red blade shadow that stretched ten feet long and descended upon Lin Feng.
The blade shadow contained immense power, distorting the void and producing sizzling sounds as it scorched the air. Compared to that terrifying blade shadow, Lin Feng appeared like a fragile sapling.
As Lin Feng formed seals with his hands, his cultivation surged unimaginably and broke through to the Mid-Life Realm.
Lin Feng looked up calmly at the fire-red blade shadow above him. Then, gripping his sword in his right hand, he swung it casually upward. His movement seemed effortless, and no dazzling light emanated from the Iron Sword.
"An ant is just an ant," Kuang Yun scoffed disdainfully.
Clang...
The Iron Sword sliced through the blade shadow with a sharp and piercing sound. This noise reverberated outward, causing the surrounding white snow to swirl violently. Then, that fearsome massive fire-red blade shadow was cleaved in two, falling onto the white snow in front and behind him.
Lin Feng stood exactly at the point where the crimson blade shadows intersected.
The crimson blade shadows fell upon the white snow, which instantly melted into water. The water evaporated in an instant, revealing the forest soil beneath, which then turned to charred black earth. From a high vantage point, one could see a black path emerging amidst the vast expanse of white in the forest.
Seeing that Lin Feng was unscathed, Kuang Yun displayed a look of astonishment. When he realized that Lin Feng's cultivation had broken through to the Mid-Life Realm, his surprise deepened slightly.
Kuang Yun couldn't help but say, "Your talent is indeed remarkable, but it's a pity you chose the wrong sect. In your next life, remember to inquire more thoroughly before making such a choice."
Lin Feng replied, "Your strength is pathetic; not only have you embarrassed yourself, but you've also shamed the Fire Departure Sect. In your next life, when you decide to kill someone, make sure to gather more information; otherwise, you won't even know how you died."
"You think entering the Mid-Life Realm qualifies you to challenge me? I am still several levels above you."
Kuang Yun was enraged by Lin Feng's words and began to swing his large blade repeatedly, unleashing waves of fiery blade shadows. These blade shadows surrounded Lin Feng on both sides, continuously stacking until they formed a raging firestorm.
This firestorm towered over a person in height, completely engulfing Lin Feng's figure.
The firestorm was incredibly powerful; as it spun relentlessly, the white snow within a ten-zhang radius vanished completely, and trees were reduced to dust.
In just a moment, the area around Lin Feng was scorched black.
"Boy, this should be enough to burn you to ashes," Kuang Yun said with a smug smile.
However, Lin Feng suddenly flew out from within the firestorm, holding his sword in his right hand. His speed was astonishing and left everyone in awe as he instantly appeared before Kuang Yun.
Kuang Yun was momentarily stunned. When he regained his senses and saw that Lin Feng had escaped from the firestorm without a single burn mark on him, he found it hard to believe.
"This kid must have some incredible protective treasure," Kuang Yun concluded inwardly.
Lin Feng had relied solely on his physical body to withstand the firestorm and had no intention of giving Kuang Yun another chance to speak. He swung his sword and thrust it toward Kuang Yun's chest.
The cultivators often overlooked the physical body. Thus, within a radius of ten feet around them was a forbidden zone, not to be entered by anyone. However, Lin Feng's speed was too great; by the time Kuang Yun noticed, he was already within striking distance.
Seeing the cold glint of a sword thrusting toward him, Kuang Yun immediately raised his blade to block. He planned to withstand this attack first and then flip Lin Feng over, putting him to death.
Lin Feng's Iron Sword struck against the blade of Kuang Yun's large sword and then, as if unstoppable, pierced through it directly into Kuang Yun's chest.
Kuang Yun looked down at the Rusted Iron Sword embedded in his chest, watching as blood dripped down. He felt an excruciating pain throughout his body. Stunned, he realized that he held a Sixth-Grade Magical Treasure in his hands—sixth grade! How could it be that a mere Iron Sword had easily pierced through it?
Blood dripped steadily onto the black earth, telling the grim truth.
Lin Feng withdrew his sword, thrusting again and again. Each strike pierced through the large sword and into Kuang Yun's body.
When Kuang Yun died, his eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.
"Since you're dead, there's no need to look so frightening."
Lin Feng stepped on Kuang Yun's face. The ground had been scorched black by Kuang Yun's Divine Ability. Lin Feng's shoe sole was dark, leaving an imprint on Kuang Yun's face that looked somewhat comical.
"This is much better."
Lin Feng left and found a safe place to begin his cultivation anew. The old, yellowed book in his hand once again emitted a wondrous golden light. All the characters flew into the void, disassembling into individual strokes. Then these strokes pieced together new characters that settled onto the pages.
Three words appeared on the book: The Unconfused Chapter.
The first sentence read: "What is seen is not what is seen."
Lin Feng pondered this sentence carefully but could not grasp its meaning. Sometimes it was blue, sometimes gray, sometimes red. What else did "what is seen is not what is seen" convey?
He continued reading: "The soul and spirit are named; they arise from form and energy; when form and energy differ, the soul and spirit are distinct. The spirit attached to form is called 'po', while the spirit attached to energy is called 'hun'. The spirit attached to form refers to the initial moment of birth—sight and hearing, consciousness and movement, crying as sound; this is the spirit of po. The spirit attached to energy refers to gradual awareness of spiritual consciousness; this is the spirit of hun."
Upon seeing the words "soul" and "spirit," Lin Feng's heart raced. This was because the Divine Consciousness cultivation technique gifted to him by the Sword Saint Senior involved these very concepts.
"I finally understand why my cultivation feels ineffective; it turns out I need to reach the Mid-Life Realm before I can engage with the soul," Lin Feng thought.
He felt that this yellowed book was incredibly valuable, undoubtedly a treasure of the Cultivation World. After all, even the Sword Saint Senior had not discerned its profound significance.
Lin Feng continued to read, reciting the text back and forth, gradually gaining some understanding.
Most practitioners regard the Mid-Life Realm merely as a foundation. Very few know its original meaning. Foundation Establishment is about forging the roots of cultivation, while cultivation itself nurtures the Primordial Spirit. The Mid-Life Realm is aimed at cultivating the soul. Only when the soul and Primordial Spirit reach a certain level of power, working in tandem, can one perceive the path of the earth and ascend to the pinnacle of the Mid-Life Realm to attain Fate.
The latter half of the book detailed methods for cultivating the Mid-Life Realm. Lin Feng pondered over it seriously and found that it resonated with the Divine Consciousness cultivation method given to him by the Sword Saint Senior in some ways.
At the end of the book were two lines: "To cultivate the soul and reach ultimate unity with the Primordial Spirit, refer to the Human Scroll and Ghost Scroll."
Lin Feng mused: What are the Human Scroll and Ghost Scroll? To cultivate to such an extent that one could be akin to a deity is quite incredible. It seems that this book serves as a general outline for a certain method.
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