I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 380 Something's fishy (Seeking monthly votes)
Lei Jingming stepped onto the summit of Yunmiao Peak and saw a layer of condensed, persistent mist, like a transparent veil, covering the area surrounding the lake.

The Yunye Residence by the lake was hidden in the mist and could not be seen clearly.

Just as he was about to strain his eyes to get a closer look, suddenly there was a muffled thud, and a figure was thrown out of the mist as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, landing solidly on the grass a dozen feet away.

The figure rolled on the spot and sprang up with exceptional agility; it was none other than Chu Feng!

Chu Feng's hair was disheveled, his robes were covered with grass clippings and dirt, and there were several scorched sword marks. A trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, but his face showed an astonishing excitement.

"Come again!"

With a mad flame burning in his eyes, Chu Feng ignored his disheveled state and plunged headlong into the mist once more.

A dozen or so breaths later, another similar muffled thud was heard!

Chu Feng was once again thrown out of the mist, this time rolling twice on the ground before stopping.

"Cough cough..."

Chu Feng coughed up a small mouthful of blood, but he wiped it away with the back of his hand without caring, and instead burst into an even louder burst of maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha! That's the feeling! Do it one more time, and I'll get it!"

This time, he didn't even pause. As soon as he regained his footing, he burst into the mist with a wild laugh.

Lei Jingming: …………

Chu Feng was knocked out again, a hideous, bleeding sword wound on his chest, still burning with heat, which made Lei Jingming's eyes twitch.

But Chu Feng seemed unaffected, and stubbornly got up to continue charging.

"Again! I was so close just now!"

Lei Jingming was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Is this still the same Chu Feng junior brother he knew, full of vigor and arrogance as an elite disciple of Guiyi Sword Pavilion?

This guy is clearly a madman who's addicted to getting beaten up!

His laughter contained no humiliation, no pain, only a perverse excitement and obsession.

Chu Feng isn't here to bully anyone.
What exactly is inside this fog formation? Looking at the wounds on Chu Feng's body, they are all sword marks. Could this be some kind of composite formation that combines illusion and sword formation?
Lei Jingming suddenly realized something at this moment. Perhaps the reason why Songtao Sword Master was here was not because of personal grudges, but because Jiang Heying had unique skills, which was why they came to challenge him and broaden their horizons.

At this moment, after Chu Feng was thrown out again, the air at the edge of the mist distorted slightly. Chu Feng crashed headfirst into the transparent yet incredibly flexible wall, bounced back, and staggered a few steps before regaining his balance.

"Eh? Eh hey hey?"

Chu Feng stared in astonishment at the mist he had been able to freely enter and exit just moments before. The fervent smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by deep anxiety and resentment.

"Why is it turned off?"

Chu Feng was so anxious that he jumped up and down. He rushed to the edge of the fog array and frantically groped around in the air, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through or squeeze in.

He panicked and, disregarding his image, shouted at the fog.

"Let me in! I haven't had enough! Really! I feel like I could go another three hundred rounds! Please, let me in!"

"That move just now! Fire melts into metal, metal borrows the power of fire... I was so close to understanding the key to that final step of power generation! I was really just one step away from mastering it!"

"Brother, you can't be so heartless! Open the door, please open the door, I know you're in there."

He wailed and pounded on the invisible barrier, crying even more miserably than the sword cultivators of the Burning Heart Pavilion who had been abandoned by the female cultivators of the Joyful Union Sect.

Lei Jingming was completely petrified. He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Junior Brother Chu... what... what are you doing?"

Chu Feng turned his head sharply upon hearing the sound, only to find Lei Jingming standing not far away.

In that instant, a flash of extreme vigilance crossed Chu Feng's eyes! He instantly switched to a proper and serious demeanor, "Senior Brother Lei, what brings you here? This Jiang Heying, her formation is quite sophisticated, very powerful, not easy to break, not easy to break!"

He spoke rapidly, his eyes darting around, clearly trying to give a perfunctory answer.

"I was careless and hasty today, I wasn't prepared! I'll come back tomorrow and I'll definitely break it! It's no big deal!"

Lei Jingming frowned. "Oh? The formation is powerful? Then I..."

He stepped forward, wanting to test the depth for himself.

"Don't!"

Chu Feng reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly stretching out his hands to block Lei Jingming, his violent reaction startling Lei Jingming.

"Senior brother, didn't you see they've 'closed' the door? That means they're resting inside! We have to be polite, right? It's not good to force our way in, let's go, let's come back tomorrow."

While spouting high-sounding words, Chu Feng pushed Lei Jingming away without saying a word.

"Let them get some rest! I'll come back tomorrow to scout things out, figure it out thoroughly, and take it down before you come back!"

Chu Feng practically dragged Lei Jingming down the mountain, constantly emphasizing his words.

"It's settled, senior brother. Since I won, none of you are allowed to come before I take this place. Otherwise, you're disrespecting me and not treating me like a brother..."

As Lei Jingming was being pushed around, he glanced back at the now quiet mist. Instead of dispelling his confusion, his curiosity turned into a strong sense of wonder.

There must be a ghost!
Lei Jingming outwardly went along with Chu Feng's shoving and walked down the mountain, but he had already made up his mind.

He'll find an opportunity tomorrow to investigate in person.

*
As the sun set, Hua Gu carried Jiang Yi back to the summit of Yunmiao Peak.

Within the grand formation, Zhaoming held the Yaoling Sword, his body moving with the sword as he concentrated intently on practicing his swordsmanship.

The sword technique he was using at that moment was none other than the 'Flowing Light and Shadow' sword technique that Chu Feng had painstakingly cultivated.

When Zhaoming used it, not only was it flawless, but the flow of his sword intent was even more refined and swift than the original owner's, clearly showing that he had completely mastered the essence of this sword technique.

As Zhaoming's practice pace quickened, the swordplay framework that originally belonged to Chu Feng was broken through by a powerful instinct.

Zhaoming's movements became increasingly elusive, no longer a simple blur, but naturally incorporating the myriad sword intent variations he had honed in the Cloud Sea of ​​the Sword Tomb at Youxian Ferry.

The sword broke free from its shackles in Zhaoming's hands.

A completely new sword technique prototype flowed from Zhaoming's sword. It retained the sharp edge of Chu Feng's sword moves, but also became more agile and profound due to the integration of diverse sword intents. It was a perfect creation, without any trace of others.

This sword technique seemed to flow from Zhaoming's heart, and it suited him perfectly.

Jiang Yi watched quietly, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes. Zhao Ming's characteristic of 'sword heart clarity' was simply a talent that all sword cultivators in the world dreamed of. In this respect, she herself was not as good as Zhao Ming.

The unconventional and ever-changing talent that Zhaoming is displaying at this moment, from imitation to originality, is very much in line with the Wuxiang Pavilion's philosophy of "the sword has no fixed form".

Jiang Yi didn't disturb Zhao Ming. She went directly into her master Yun Ye's residence and found a wooden board and an empty wine jar.

Jiang Yi quickly wrote a line of words on the wooden board, made it into a wooden plaque, and inserted it at the entrance of the formation. The wine jar was placed under the wooden plaque.

the next day.

When Lei Jingming secretly slipped up to Yunmiao Peak while Chu Feng was still meditating in the room, he was stunned when he saw the words on the sign.

[Challenge Jiang Heying, one spirit stone per attempt, please pay to join.]

[Affordable prices, fair and honest service, you won't be cheated, first come, first served, maximum of three people per day]

Lei Jingming's lips twitched. Just who exactly is this Jiang Heying?

　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)