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Wu Feng stood on a horizontal branch of an old tree at the edge of Wanjie Valley, his gaze calmly sweeping over the deep valley below, shrouded in pale green miasma.

The valley entrance is narrow, with steep rock walls on both sides, entwined with vines.

The valley is filled with exceptionally dense trees, their canopies overlapping to almost completely block out the sunlight, making it appear dark and gloomy even during the day.

The air had that strange, cloying smell mixed with a rotten odor; the environment was just as terrible as before.

"If the Four Evils really hid Duan Yu here..." Wu Feng pondered. "Wanjie Valley is quite large, with complex terrain and poisonous insects and miasma everywhere, making it a good place to hide people. But they have just succeeded in their attack, so their vigilance is at its highest. Their hiding place must be extremely well hidden, and there must be people taking turns guarding it."

He recalled the terrain he had roughly explored when he ventured deep into the valley in search of the Mangku Zhuha:

To the northeast lies a stone forest, with jagged rocks that make it easy to set traps; to the west, near the stream, are several natural caves with concealed entrances; to the southeast, the trees are densest, making it almost impossible to walk through.

"Should we start searching from the southeast? That's the hardest place to go, but also the least likely to be thought of." Wu Feng tapped his fingers unconsciously on the rough bark of a tree as he pondered.

Faint sounds of conversation drifted on the wind, interrupting his thoughts.

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately concealed his aura and listened carefully.

The sound came from a forest path not far from the valley entrance below. It was the voice of several players, their tone carrying a hint of curiosity and nonchalance.

"...Strange screams, I don't know what happened."

"Screams? Is there something interesting to see?"

"I wanted to know too, but when I went to look, I only saw a dark shadow and nothing else."

A dark figure? A scream?

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. In the depths of this Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities, besides poisonous insects and strange beasts, there were also vicious villains like the Four Evils.

The screams and shadowy figures mentioned by the players might be the targets he's looking for.

Without the slightest hesitation, he silently slid down from the treetop, landing like a falling leaf without making a sound.

Having discerned the approximate direction from which the voices were coming, I unleashed the "Lingbo Weibu" footwork, combining it with the exquisite leaping and bounding of the "Tiyun Zong" technique, transforming myself into a pale blue streak as I swiftly sped toward the source of the sound!

The sound of clothes rustling through the air was extremely faint. With a few leaps and bounds among the trees, they had already covered a distance of dozens of feet, leaving the players who were still looking around and discussing far behind.

"Look, there it is! A dark shadow flew straight past!" A sharp-eyed player exclaimed, pointing in the direction where Wu Feng disappeared.

The others looked around quickly, but all they saw were swaying trees and misty mountains; there was no sign of anyone.

"This place is full of trees, it's making me paranoid," someone muttered, shrinking back. "Let's hurry up and move on, it feels really creepy."

The group quickened their pace and headed out of the valley, never looking back.

Meanwhile, Wu Feng had already followed the direction in which the black shadow disappeared, pointing out by the player, and ventured deep into the dense forest on the southeast side of Wanjie Valley.

The trees here are exceptionally tall, their canopies blocking out the sun. The ground is covered with a thick layer of dead branches and fallen leaves that have been rotting for countless years. They feel soft underfoot and emit a strong smell of humus.

Despite the dim lighting and limited visibility, Wu Feng's perception was heightened to its peak.

He slowed down, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding tree trunks, ground, and bushes like a hawk's.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a blurry mark on a horizontal branch of an ancient tree that was so thick that it would take two people to hug it—a slightly messy footprint with some fresh mud on the edges.

Beside the footprints, there was another set of lighter, more disordered marks, as if they had been hastily wiped away.

Wu Feng squatted down, his fingertips lightly pressing on the mark, feeling the subtle differences within.

The clear footprints, the firm stomping, and the precise footsteps indicated that they were left by someone with considerable skill in light-footed martial arts, and who left with composure.

The messy trail of marks looked more like the marks left by someone being dragged and struggling in a panic.

"Drag..." A cold glint flashed in Wu Feng's eyes.

Duan Yu, being a scholar who knew no martial arts, was captured and brought along, leaving behind these marks, which is perfectly reasonable.

Without further delay, he followed the direction in which the two types of footprints intersected, pushing his lightness skill to its limit, his figure moving swiftly and elusively through the dim forest like a ghost.

With light-footed skills and agile movements, he traversed this complex forest at an astonishing speed, yet with minimal disturbance.

Along the way, he kept finding more similar traces: broken twigs, trampled ferns, and very shallow footprints left on fallen leaves... The direction clearly pointed to the depths of Wanjie Valley, to a remote corner he had never set foot in before.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the trees gradually thinned out, and a small clearing appeared in the woods ahead.

At the edge of the open space, leaning against a steep mountain wall, at the base of which stands a dilapidated wooden house.

The cabin had clearly been abandoned for many years; most of the thatched roof had collapsed, and the wooden planks on the walls were rotten and blackened, covered with dark green moss and vines.

Only one crooked wooden door remained intact, slightly ajar, with a few dim lights shining through the crack.

At that moment, in front of the wooden house, a tall, thin figure paced restlessly, his back to the direction where Wu Feng was hiding.

The man was dressed in a flamboyant brocade robe, with a pair of finely crafted steel claws hanging from his waist. His movements were elusive, but his steps revealed a sense of impatience.

The scarlet ID above his head was still glaringly obvious even in the dim light—【Ruthless and vicious Yun Zhonghe】.

Wu Feng lay silently behind a thicket of bushes, calmly observing through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Yun Zhonghe stopped, glanced into the wooden house, then looked back in the direction he had come from, muttering curses under his breath.

"That old hag Ye Erniang just ran off like that, saying she was going to help the boss. Leaving me to do all this dirty and tiring work by myself. I'm exhausted, and why isn't the boss here yet? I've been waiting here for over an hour."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet forest, it was enough for Wu Feng, with his keen hearing, to hear it clearly.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

Yun Zhonghe is alone.

Ye Erniang has left to support Duan Yanqing.

"That's really good news." Wu Feng's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold arc.

He waited patiently for a while longer, then fully released his senses to confirm that within a radius of a hundred feet, there was only a faint aura without any internal energy fluctuations from the wooden house.

There were no other signs of life, and especially no dangerous aura belonging to a top-tier expert like Duan Yanqing.

Don't miss out.

Wu Feng no longer hesitated. The true energy of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill and the Harmony with the World surged within his body, and the essence of the Lingbo Steps flowed through his mind.

He watched as Yun Zhonghe turned his back to him once again, and like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time, he suddenly pounced from his hiding place!

There were no shouts, no warnings, only the sharp, short whistling sound of clothes tearing through the air, and a deep blue figure so fast it was almost a blur, carrying a chilling killing intent, rushing straight for Yun Zhonghe's back!

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) away, covered in the blink of an eye!

Yun Zhonghe was a seasoned veteran who had fought many battles. The moment Wu Feng rose up, he felt a sense of alarm and his scalp tingled. Without thinking, he twisted his waist strangely and slid three steps to the side as if he had no bones. At the same time, he drew a pair of crane claw steel claws from his waist and swung them with a cold light to protect his back!

"Who goes there?! You brat, how dare you ambush your Grandpa Yun Zhonghe? You're asking for death!"

He shouted sharply, his voice filled with shock and anger.

After realizing that the attacker was just a young man wearing a bamboo hat and ordinary clothes, and that he did not have the aura of those famous masters, they realized that the attacker was just a young man wearing a bamboo hat and ordinary clothes.

The initial fear subsided, replaced by a furious and aggressive anger at being offended.

Yun Zhonghe unleashed his movement technique, as swift and unpredictable as a ghost. Instead of retreating, he advanced, wielding his steel claws and unleashing several sharp claw gusts as he actively met Wu Feng's attack!

He had been famous for many years, and his lightness skill and this Crane Claw Kung Fu were indeed unique. At this moment, he attacked in anger, and his moves were vicious and ruthless, targeting the lower body and vital joints with great speed.

However, Wu Feng's expression remained unchanged.