Retirement begins with summoning Yuan Tiangang

Lin Feng jumped back in fright, his hand already on the hilt of the knife at his waist. Although the knife was in his storage ring, he was used to this action.

The dark figure was splashing in the stream.

The water wasn't deep, only up to the knees, but the man seemed to be badly injured, struggling for a long time before he could barely sit up.

It's a woman.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and his black clothes were tattered, revealing his fair skin and several gruesome wounds.

The blood stained the surrounding water red, spreading out in wisps, only to be diluted by the flowing water.

Her hair was disheveled and wet, sticking to her face.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were completely bloodless.

She raised her head, looked at Lin Feng on the shore, and her lips moved slightly.

"Help...help me..."

Her voice was weak and intermittent. After saying this, she closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell back into the water.

Lin Feng paused for two seconds, then quickly jumped into the stream. The water was icy cold, making him shiver.

He rushed to the woman and pulled her out of the water.

The woman was very light, or rather, Lin Feng is now stronger, and she felt as light as a leaf.

He carried the woman ashore and placed her on a dry patch of grass.

The woman had completely lost consciousness; her chest was rising and falling weakly, and blood was still seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Lin Feng knelt down to check her injuries.

There were many wounds, the worst one on my left shoulder, so deep that the bone was visible, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, and blood was still gushing out.

The rest were scratches and bruises, but there were quite a few.

"Master," he cried out in his heart.

"What should we do?"

Master Yu Yuan did not answer immediately.

A few seconds later, a voice rang out: "Stop the bleeding first. Do you have any wound medicine in your storage ring?"

Lin Feng then remembered that Qinglong had given him a small medicine packet containing some commonly used medicinal herbs.

He quickly took it out of his storage ring, rummaged around for a while, and found a small bottle of wound powder.

He tore open the woman's clothes on her left shoulder, his movements clumsy and his hands trembling.

The wound was exposed, and it looked even more gruesome.

He gritted his teeth and sprinkled the powder evenly on the surface.

As soon as the powder touched the wound, the woman's body trembled violently, and she let out a suppressed groan of pain, but she did not wake up.

Lin Feng tore off several clean strips of cloth from his undershirt and used them to bandage the wound.

After doing all that, he breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the ground.

But before they could even catch their breath, a whooshing sound came from the sky.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Several figures flew across the forest on flying swords, then circled and landed.

The four people were all dressed in blue long robes, with a uniform style, like the uniform of a certain sect.

The leader was a man in his thirties, tall and thin, with a long, narrow face and narrow eyes that squinted when he looked at people, like a venomous snake.

After landing, his gaze swept around the room, finally settling on the unconscious woman.

"So this is where it is," he said, his voice high-pitched and unpleasant to hear.

The other three also gathered around.

One fat man and two thin men, both in their twenties or thirties.

The four people's positioning was very deliberate, subtly forming an encirclement.

Lin Feng stood up and stood in front of the woman.

The leader looked at Lin Feng, sized him up, and forced a fake smile.

"Young master," he said, bowing slightly.

"Could you hand this demoness over to us?"

Lin Feng didn't move: "Who are you?"

"We are righteous people," said the leader.

"She is not a bad person. This woman stole our sect's most valuable treasure and injured our disciples; her crimes are heinous. We beg you, young master, to do us a favor."

He spoke politely, but Lin Feng still felt something was off.

But he glanced at the woman behind him. She was still unconscious, her face deathly pale.

"How...how do I know what you're saying is true?"

Raymond Lam tried his best to keep his voice steady.

The leader's smile faded: "Young master, don't meddle in other people's business. This woman is cunning and ruthless. If you protect her, you might get yourself into trouble."

Lin Feng still didn't move.

The leader's face slowly darkened.

He stared at Lin Feng, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his narrow eyes.

Lin Feng suddenly felt... that this person's face seemed to be distorted?

It wasn't a distorted expression; something was wriggling under the skin, making the face bulge.

Is it just an illusion?

I'll say it again.

The leader spoke, but his voice changed, becoming sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against a stone slab.

Give her to me!

The last three words were almost shouted out, hysterically.

Lin Feng was terrified.

He instinctively took a step back, but the woman was right behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

The four people moved.

Without any preamble or warning, the four attacked simultaneously.

The fat man clenched his fists, which glowed with an earthy yellow light. One of the two skinny men drew his sword, and the other drew his knife. The leader was the most strange; he formed a hand seal, and wisps of black energy emerged from his fingertips.

The four men attacked from four directions, blocking all escape routes.

Lin Feng's mind went completely blank.

He was at the second level of the Acquired Realm, and through Jade Yuan True Person, he learned that the weakest of the four people opposite him was at least at the Innate Realm!

That ability to fly through the air—while only grandmasters can briefly fly, their ability to manipulate objects and use the air to their advantage is controlled by the Yuan power of the Innate Realm!

It’s over.

The moment this thought arose, the voice of Master Yu Yuan echoed in my mind.

This wasn't casual conversation or advice; it was serious and somewhat urgent.

"Little Lin, I'll borrow your body for a bit!"

"what?"

Before Lin Feng could react, he suddenly felt his body lighten.

No, it's not light.

It means we've lost control.

He was like a bystander, watching helplessly as "himself" began to move.

First, the eyes.

He saw a faint, grayish-white mist rising at the edge of his field of vision. It was very faint, but there was definitely some.

Then his body floated up, three feet, ten feet, twenty feet above the ground... and finally stopped about ten meters above the ground.

He looked down and saw "his" own hands.

Open your palm, clench your fist, and then open it again.

The movements were slow, as if the body was getting used to its new form.

The four people opposite were clearly stunned.

They hovered in mid-air, using their Innate Realm abilities to control their flying swords. To hover like this was effortless; they must have been at least at the Grandmaster Realm!

The fat man's expression changed, and the two skinny men exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

The leader squinted, staring at Lin Feng in the air, the strange writhing on his face becoming even more pronounced.

"Grandmaster?" he said softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Little Linzi,"

The voice of Master Yu Yuan resounded directly in Lin Feng's mind. Lin Feng could hear it, but he couldn't control his body.

"Watch closely. Let me show you what the real 'Limitless Jump' is."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Raymond Lam moved.

Instead of attacking directly, he first threw a few punches at the air.

The movements were slow: one punch, two punches, three punches.

With each punch, the surrounding air vibrates and makes a soft buzzing sound.

After the three punches, the air around him changed noticeably, forming a visible vortex with grayish-white air swirling within it.

The expressions of the four people opposite them changed completely.

"Attack!" the leader shouted.

The four of them simultaneously took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out the pills, and put them into their mouths.

The pills melted instantly upon entering their mouths, and the next moment, a violent aura erupted from the four of them. The blood-red aura, like burning blood flames, distorted the surrounding air.

Their cultivation levels are soaring.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of the Innate Realm... the last few stabilized at around the first level of the Grandmaster Realm, with the leaders possessing even stronger auras.

However, it was very unstable, with a volatile and chaotic aura, and the blood-red flames flickered on and off, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Secret Elixir,"

Master Yu Yuan's voice was tinged with disdain.

"Overdrawing potential in exchange for temporary improvement is a foolish approach that kills the goose that lays the golden eggs."

The four flew to the same height as Lin Feng and surrounded him.

The fat man was on the left, the two thin men were one in front of the other, and the leader was on the right.

"Little Linzi," said Master Yuyuan.

"Watch closely. First move: Borrowing the wind."

Lin Feng raised his left hand and made a feinting grab at the fat man on his left.

The airflow around the fat man suddenly became turbulent.

He was about to throw a punch when he felt as if his fist had hit a mud pit, and his speed suddenly decreased.

Not only that, but a sliver of the yellowish-brown light on his fist was forcibly pulled out and floated toward "Lin Feng".

Lin Feng slid his right hand, and a short knife appeared in his hand. He pulled out the scabbard, and the movement was so fast that only a blur remained.

The moment the sword was drawn, a wisp of earthy yellow light merged into the blade.

Then he swung his sword.

There were no dazzling flashes of swords, no deafening sounds.

Only a faint, grayish-white, arc-shaped blade of air silently sliced ​​through the air.

The fat man's expression changed drastically. He crossed his arms to protect his chest, and a yellowish-brown light condensed into a shield.

The air blade collided with the shield.

"Click."

The sound of the shield shattering was clearly audible.

The fat man was struck as if by a heavy blow, and flew backward, crashing into the stream below like a cannonball.

"boom!"

Water splashed up three zhang high.

The fat man lay in the stream, a deep, bone-revealing knife wound gushing from his chest.

He tried to get up, but as soon as he propped himself up, he vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed back down.

The pupils of the other three people suddenly contracted.

"The second move,"

Master Yu Yuan's voice was calm.

"Leveraging external resources".

Lin Feng's figure flashed and appeared in front of the skinny man holding a sword on the right.

The skinny man reacted extremely quickly, thrusting out his sword with a blood-red aura emanating from its tip.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor avoided the attack; he extended his left hand and gently pinched the tip of the sword between his index and middle fingers.

"bite."

The sound of metal clashing.

The skinny man felt as if the sword had pierced into the rocks, unable to go any further.

He tried to draw his sword, but it wouldn't budge.

Lin Feng clenched his right fist, and a grayish-white aura swirled around it.

Instead of punching the skinny man directly, he threw a punch into the air.

"Bang!"

The air exploded.

The force of this punch carried the earthy yellow aura of the fat man's punch from before, as well as a trace of the blood-red aura on the skinny man's sword.

The three forces combined to form a strange, spiraling current of air that slammed into the skinny man's chest.

The skinny man didn't even have time to scream before he was curled up like a shrimp and sent flying backward.

He crashed into a pine tree as thick as a person's waist, and without slowing down, he crashed into a second, a third... crashing into seven or eight trees in a row, before finally hitting a rocky outcrop and sliding down softly.

On the rock face, there is a human-shaped depression surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks.

The skinny man lay motionless at the bottom of the pit, his fate unknown.

The remaining two, the leader and the other skinny man with a knife, finally panicked.

They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Even at the first or second level of the Grandmaster realm, they were forcibly elevated using secret pills. In the opponent's hands, they were like children, easily manipulated.

I looked at the woman who had fainted.

"Let's give it our all!"

The leader gritted his teeth and formed hand seals again.

This time, he formed hand seals extremely quickly, and black energy surged from his fingertips, transforming into tiny black snakes that slithered around his body.

The skinny man with the knife also became ruthless. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the knife.

The blade hummed, blood light shone brightly, and the blade's energy surged more than three times.

The two of them took action at the same time.

The leader pushed with both hands, and countless black snakes hissed and pounced on "Lin Feng". Wherever they passed, the air hissed and corroded.

The skinny man wielding the knife unleashed a blood-red blade aura that stretched for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), accompanied by a chilling whistling sound as it cleaved through the air, slicing down at the waist.

These two moves are their trump cards.

The combined force caused a slight tremor in the space, and the aftershocks swept through the forest below, causing leaves to fall with a rustling sound.

Lin Feng finally put away his short sword.

He raised both hands, his left hand facing the black snake, and his right hand facing the blade's energy.

The movements were very casual, like casually swatting a mosquito.

The black snake struck the left palm.

With a hiss, it turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The blade energy slashed into the palm of his right hand.

With a crisp "ding!", it was crushed!

Then he twisted his wrist.

He grabbed the leader's wrist with his left hand and the skinny man with the knife with his right.

"Click."

"Click."

Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Then came two piercing screams as the wrists of the leader and the skinny man with the knife were twisted and broken, the bone fragments piercing through the flesh and exposed, white and sharp.

Raymond Lam raised his right foot and delivered a side kick.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two were kicked away like broken sacks, crashing to the ground below.

"Boom—Boom—"

Two deep craters were blasted open in the ground, each three or four meters in diameter and about the same depth.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew in all directions.

At the bottom of the pit, the two lay there, covered in blood, with countless broken bones, only exhaling and not inhaling.

From the moment the four men made their move to the complete annihilation of the army, the entire process took no more than thirty breaths.

Raymond Lam was dumbfounded.

The fat man was still alive in the stream, but he was also coughing up blood.

Seeing the horrific state of the two people at the bottom of the pit, the last trace of color drained from his face.

He shakily pulled a round, dark ball from his pocket and threw it at "Lin Feng" in the air.

With a casual wave of his hand, "Lin Feng" sent the ball flying to the side.

"Bang!"

The sphere exploded, releasing a large cloud of white mist. The mist quickly spread, covering an area of ​​several tens of meters in radius.

When the white mist was blown away by the wind, the fat man in the stream was gone, as were the two men at the bottom of the pit, leaving only two pools of blood and a few pieces of cloth.

They ran away.

Master Yu Yuan's voice carried a hint of regret.

"But they won't live long either. Those two have broken wrists and most of their internal organs were shattered by my attack; they won't last more than three days. As for that fat guy... he was hit by my hidden force and will definitely die in seven days."

After saying this, Lin Feng suddenly felt his body sink.

Control is back.

Then he realized that he was still ten meters in the air!