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The forest was too dense for Xu Feng to see what lay ahead, but he immediately recognized the arrogant voice of the Silver-Haired Cultivator from the Great War of the Six Major Sects.
Xu Feng was less than two hundred meters away from the Silver-Haired Cultivator, with numerous trees scattered in between. The Silver-Haired Cultivator couldn't see him, and given how close they were, it seemed that his injuries were indeed severe.
After circling around, Xu Feng finally found a gap through which he could see the figure of the Silver-Haired Cultivator.
In a patch of bushes about ten meters square, the Silver-Haired Cultivator leaned against a tree, holding a Superior Spirit Sword. Several trees around him were toppled over, cut down by his sword. Opposite him, a Fifth-Level Venomous Python stared at him with its blood-red eyes.
This python was twenty meters long, and there was barely enough space for its body around the Silver-Haired Cultivator; more than half of it remained in the forest, with its tail continuously attacking the Silver-Haired Cultivator in an irritating manner. The Venomous Python was an anomaly among pythons; while most pythons relied on brute strength and lacked venomous fangs, this one possessed both a powerful physique and deadly venom.
The Fifth-Grade Monster posed no threat to Xu Feng now, but he did not dare to be careless. He quietly hid behind a tree, waiting for the outcome. The Silver-Haired Cultivator had indeed been severely injured by Lu Xianhe's palm strike and was struggling against even a Fifth-Grade Monster. A Fifth-Grade Monster equated to someone at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage; in other words, the Silver-Haired Cultivator was no longer capable of defeating a Foundation Establishment Practitioner.
What a fortunate opportunity! Xu Feng felt ecstatic. This Silver-Haired Cultivator was powerful and had once wielded a Golden Needle Treasure against the leaders of the Six Major Sects and Half-Dead Bao. If he weren't so arrogant, he could have easily retreated unscathed.
A treasure like that was something even the leaders of the Six Major Sects did not possess.
Suddenly, the Venomous Python turned its head toward Xu Feng's location, its purple forked tongue flicking in and out as it searched for Xu Feng's scent.
"Not good, I've been discovered." Xu Feng took out his Moonchaser Bow; if the Venomous Python turned to chase him, he would shoot it dead with an arrow.
However, the Venomous Python did not turn to attack Xu Feng. It likely considered him just an easy meal and did not want to lose sight of the Silver-Haired Cultivator right in front of it.
The Silver-Haired Cultivator also noticed the movement of the Venomous Python and shouted loudly, "Which fellow Daoist is passing by? If you can lend me a hand, I will be sure to reward you generously." This proud and arrogant Silver-Haired Cultivator was actually seeking help.
Hearing this plea for help made Xu Feng extremely happy. Call all you want; even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you. He chuckled to himself.
Xu Feng continued to hide, not revealing himself, observing from the sidelines.
Venomous Python seemed to sense danger and, fearing an unexpected turn of events, decided to deal with Silver-Haired Cultivator first. Its massive, deep black tail had been relentlessly harassing Silver-Haired Cultivator for a while, preparing to wear him down before launching a fatal strike. With fierce beasts surrounding in the Beast Wasteland, Venomous Python did not want to take too many risks and needed to conserve its strength; otherwise, if another predator appeared, it would become the prey.
The tail attacks from Venomous Python grew increasingly ferocious, shifting from thrusts to sweeping strikes. Silver-Haired Cultivator found it extremely difficult to block even one hit. The scales on Venomous Python's tail were comparable to spiritual artifacts, and Silver-Haired Cultivator's Superior Spirit Sword could hardly injure it.
Realizing that Xu Feng would not come out to save him, Silver-Haired Cultivator felt utterly disappointed. He shouted at Venomous Python, "You beast! Given the chance, you refuse to leave and insist on seeking death. I can only grant you your wish."
Suddenly, Silver-Haired Cultivator trembled violently as a powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body. With a gentle swing of his sword, crack! Venomous Python's tail was severed in two.
Letting out a strange cry, Venomous Python was taken aback by Silver-Haired Cultivator's sudden surge in strength. With its tail cut off, it lost its sanity. Its massive body coiled tightly as it spewed forth a jet of pitch-black venom and then opened its enormous mouth—three times the size of its head—lunging down to bite. If it managed to bite down, its body would quickly constrict and suffocate its prey.
Silver-Haired Cultivator swiftly dodged the venom attack, but the light on his spirit sword dimmed momentarily. Gritting his teeth, Silver-Haired Cultivator's face turned pale as golden light burst forth; Five Golden Needles shot out from his body.
These were the legendary Golden Needle Treasure from the time of the seven great masters during the Great War.
The Golden Needles did not linger but directly pierced into Venomous Python's neck. The creature let out a mournful scream as its body went limp and fell backward.
However, the Five Golden Needles, once embedded in Venomous Python, did not emerge immediately. Exhausted, Silver-Haired Cultivator collapsed onto the ground, desperately trying to summon back the Golden Needle Treasure, but he could not retrieve them; he had already drained nearly all his spiritual energy.
"What an opportunity; I've been waiting for this moment." Xu Feng sneered coldly. His prolonged absence was due to fearing that Silver-Haired Cultivator might have one last strike left in him. Until now, with the absence of the Golden Needle Treasure, he dared not reveal himself.
The tightly coiled body of Venomous Python softened; only half of its severed tail remained writhing on the ground. Parting the leaves, Xu Feng stepped into view before Silver-Haired Cultivator.
"Friend, lend me a hand and I'll give you a hundred thousand spirit stones," said Silver-Haired Cultivator. He knew that Xu Feng meant trouble but pretended otherwise. "My fellow disciples have already received my message and will arrive within an hour. If you help me out, I assure you won't be at a loss."
Silver-Haired Cultivator tried to deceive and distract Xu Feng.
"What do you want me to do for you?" Xu Feng continued walking without stopping.
"There is a demon pill inside the head of that Venomous Python. As long as you retrieve it for me, it would be a great help," Silver-Haired Cultivator said bitterly. "You can see that I have exhausted my spiritual energy and have no strength left to retrieve the demon pill, while for you, it would be a simple task."
"If I get close to the head of that Venomous Python," Xu Feng chuckled foolishly, "and you suddenly use the last of your spiritual energy to activate that treasure hidden inside the Venomous Python's head, wouldn't I die a terrible death?"
"Uh." Silver-Haired Cultivator's scheme was seen through by Xu Feng. He had no idea that Xu Feng had long been eyeing that treasure and certainly wouldn't forget the whereabouts of the Five Golden Needles.
"I am from Nine Dragon Pool, and you cannot afford to provoke me," Silver-Haired Cultivator threatened. "On the contrary, if you are willing, I can ensure your admission into Nine Dragon Pool. You have excellent talent and could definitely become a true disciple of an elder."
Silver-Haired Cultivator, who referred to himself as a peer of Xu Feng, was already filled with anger and now was trying to flatter him, making his voice tremble with rage.
"You lost four out of your six subordinates to me; what does one more matter?" Xu Feng raised his Moon Chasing Spirit Bow.
"Ah? It was you? No, no, this can be discussed..." Before he could finish his sentence, a Spiritual Arrow pierced through his throat, instantly severing his neck.
Silver-Haired Cultivator's eyes widened. He had never thought he would die at the hands of a mere Foundation Disciple, especially after having looked down on the Six Major Sects. With his spiritual energy depleted, he couldn't even self-destruct his golden core in his final moments.
The Five Golden Needles, still pulsating within the brain of the Venomous Python, ceased their movement with Silver-Haired Cultivator's death.
Xu Feng cleaved open the python's head, and a greenish Fifth-Grade Demon Pill rolled out, accompanied by five gleaming golden needles.
Xu Feng stored the demon pill and the Golden Needles in his Spatial Ring. The Golden Needles, being a magical treasure, were difficult for someone at Xu Feng's level of cultivation to refine, so he could only keep them temporarily.
The Silver-Haired Cultivator was dead beyond any doubt. Xu Feng unleashed a burst of Fire Elemental Power, quickly reducing the Silver-Haired Cultivator to a pile of ashes.
With the physical body gone, the Silver-Haired Cultivator's belongings became visible: a storage bag, a piece of high-quality Armor, and a Superior Spirit Sword.
Xu Feng collected everything and spread his Wings of the Strange Dragon, swiftly flying away. The Beast Wasteland was not a place for Xu Feng alone; such acts of killing and looting could attract other cultivators. Xu Feng decided to leave this dangerous place while he still could.
After flying for over ten miles, the surrounding beasts grew stronger, with almost all of them being Fifth-Grade Monsters. Continuing further could lead to encounters with Sixth-Level Monsters, so Xu Feng stopped on a giant tree.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Feng let out a long howl towards the depths of the forest. This was the signal he had agreed upon with A Qi; as soon as he returned to the Beast Wasteland, he would use this howl to notify A Qi to come and assist him.
The howl echoed through the silent Beast Wasteland, attracting several nearby Fifth-Grade Monsters that rushed over, eager to hunt down this intruding human. Xu Feng shot several arrows in quick succession, scaring them off in all directions.
Once he had driven away the beasts, Xu Feng began to inspect the Silver-Haired Cultivator's storage bag. This was the highest-level cultivator Xu Feng had ever killed; although it did not contain a Spatial Ring like Jin Liaoyuan's, it surely held many items.
The Superior Spirit Sword and Superior Spirit Armor did not pique Xu Feng's interest anymore. Upon opening the storage bag, he found no dazzling Spirit Light as he had imagined. Instead, within the thirty-square-meter space lay twenty thousand spirit stones, all Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to two million Low-Grade Spirit Stones. This amount was reasonable for someone at his level as a Golden Core Cultivator.
The shelf contained few items: no Spirit Talismans, ores, or herbs; however, there were four or five bottles of elixirs, all Sixth-Level Elixirs—definitely a considerable gain.
Next was a Martial Arts Manual. Xu Feng picked it up and saw it was titled: Five Element Needle Technique. This was clearly a cultivation method related to the Five Golden Needles. Since Xu Feng had no immediate use for it, he set it aside without further examination.
Aside from that, there was only an identity token and a map.
The identity token resembled Song Li's but had a different name: Mu Yingshan.
Xu Feng couldn't help but sweat; despite having silver hair, they insisted on calling him "Silver Shirt." This old man had taken his beauty obsession all the way to his name.
The Jade Tablet had no special markings or positions, indicating it was likely from a common sect of High-Level Cultivators.
What was left was a map made from the skin of a spirit beast. The edges were neat, and the fur was bright, suggesting it was hastily made.
The map marked a White Light Spot. Xu Feng looked at it for a while and found it somewhat familiar. After careful comparison, he suddenly realized that this was clearly a map of the Beast Wasteland, which explained why it felt so familiar.
Xu Feng compared the location on the map again and discovered that the route taken by the Silver-Haired Cultivator, Mu Yingshan, was heading directly towards that White Light Spot. Calculating the distance, there were still over a hundred miles from Xu Feng to that light spot.
Over a hundred miles—that was already within the territory of Sixth-Level Monsters. This bastard actually intended to venture into the territory of Sixth-Level Monsters; did he have a death wish?
A cry came from afar as a yellow figure flew in from a distance.
A Qi had arrived.
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