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With his fifth move, Wu Feng swept his blade horizontally, and Murong Fu, unable to dodge in time, suffered another wound on his left rib.

The seventh move: the blade slices across the shoulder, flesh and blood ripped apart.

By the ninth move, Murong Fu's swordplay was in disarray, his breathing became rapid, and his steps faltered.

Despair welled up within him. This was no opponent he could possibly contend with. Was he destined to die in this nameless alley today?

The tenth move. Wu Feng slashed down with his sword, the force of which was unparalleled.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth, his longsword slashing diagonally, his inner energy surging wildly. The stars shifted!

He wanted to use the opponent's force against them and reverse the power of that strike.

The moment the swords clashed, Murong Fu felt an unimaginable force surge through the blade.

His Star Shift technique was indeed activated, and it did indeed draw in that force.

But it simply won't budge, like an ant trying to move an elephant.

"Bang!"

Murong Fu was sent flying backward, crashing into a wooden door at the end of the alley, which shattered with a loud crash.

He stumbled through the threshold, spitting out blood, and the longsword flew from his hand, embedding itself in the wall and vibrating with a buzzing sound.

Wu Feng stepped over the broken wooden door and walked up to him.

Murong Fu lay supine amidst the splinters of wood, his white robes stained with blood, his face deathly pale. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Wu Feng didn't give him a chance. The knife fell.

Blood spurted from Murong Fu's neck, his eyes quickly became unfocused, and his head rolled to the side.

[System Notification: Defeat Murong Fu (Level 42, Second-Rate Martial Artist), gain 620000 experience points and +150 reputation points.]

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your level has increased to 41! Strength +1, Constitution +1, Agility +1.]

A white light rose from the corpse, and several halos of light floated in place.

Wu Feng sheathed his sword and bent down to pick up the orbs of light.

A thin booklet titled "The Secret Manual of Star Shift".

A jade pendant, its surface warm and smooth, with the characters "Murong" engraved on the front.

Several bottles of pills. And a bloody head, Murong Fu's severed head, eyes wide open, his face frozen in disbelief.

[Murong Fu's Head (Quest Item): Deliver this item to Helian Tieshu to receive a generous reward. Note: If any other member of the Murong family sees this, they will become your mortal enemy.]

Wu Feng glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This was an unexpected surprise.

He stuffed everything into his backpack, turned around, and walked out of the alley.

The alleyway was quiet, and no one noticed the commotion.

He identified the direction, used his lightness skill to chase after Helian Tieshu in the direction he had left.

After chasing for two blocks, they heard the sounds of fighting ahead.

Wu Feng sped up, leaping several times to land at a street corner, where he peered out.

Ahead lay an open field, where Helian Tieshu was on horseback, directing his men to surround and attack several people.

The group surrounded consisted of Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and several NPC guards from the Murong family.

There were already seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, some from the Murong family and others from Yipintang.

With an arrow stuck in his shoulder, Bao Butong continued to fight to the death, wielding his sword and cursing under his breath.

Feng Bo'e was limping on one leg, his swordsmanship was in disarray, and he was only able to keep going with sheer grit.

Helian Tieshu watched with great interest from his horse, shouting "Catch them alive!" from time to time.

Wu Feng turned out from the street corner, and after a few leaps, landed in front of Helian Tieshu's horse, clasped his hands in a salute.

"General."

Helian Tieshu looked down at him, recognizing him as the centurion who had brought the message earlier, and raised an eyebrow: "What brings you here? Where are the pursuers?"

Wu Feng took the severed head out of his backpack and presented it with both hands.

"General, this man resisted arrest and was killed by my men."

Helian Tieshu looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Murong Fu's head.

Although his face was covered in blood, the air of a noble young master was still there.

Although Helian Tieshu did not recognize Murong Fu, he could tell from this head that it was no ordinary martial arts practitioner.

"Good, good, good!" Helian Tieshu took the head, examined it several times, and his face lit up with a smile. "You did a good job. I'll give you credit when we get back!"

He held the severed head and swung it triumphantly. The Empress had been furious last night, and today he had caught the thief who had broken into the palace.

Whether or not he was a real traitor who broke into the palace is not important, but taking his head will at least satisfy the matter.

In the battle, Bao Butong stabbed down a guard of the First-Class Hall with his sword. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the severed head in Helian Tieshu's hand and froze.

"Young—Young Master!" he shouted hoarsely, his eyes instantly turning red.

Feng Bo'e turned around at the sound and saw the human head. His face turned deathly pale.

"You despicable Western Xia traitors! We will not let you get away with this!"

Bao Butong roared, and his sword flashed, instantly repelling the three guards who were attacking him.

Feng Bo'e also went berserk, cleaving down the two people blocking his way with a single blow.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously leaped into the air and flew towards the distant rooftops.

"Chase them! Chase them!" Helian Tieshu shouted, "Don't let a single one escape!"

The guards behind him responded with a roar and chased after him.

Wu Feng stood still, watching Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e's figures disappear over the rooftop.

Helian Tieshu turned to look at him, a smile still on his face: "You did well. I'll go back and report to the Empress, and then I'll reward you. May I ask your name?"

Wu Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Your subordinate is Wu Feiyu."

"Alright, I've got it." Helian Tieshu stuffed Murong Fu's head into the bag on his horse, clapped his hands, and said, "Go back and wait for your promotion."

After saying that, he spurred his horse and, with the remaining guards, galloped towards the palace.

Wu Feng stood there, watching him disappear around the street corner.

He raised his hand and pressed down the brim of his straw hat.

Helian Tieshu may seem reckless, but he's not stupid.

Will my identity be checked when I get back? That centurion's waist tag was dropped by a player, and Wu Feiyu, who was registered, is a deputy.

But it doesn't matter anyway.

The objective has been achieved. Murong Fu is dead, the Shift of Stars and Moon technique is in our hands, and the rewards are guaranteed.

If Helian Tieshu really becomes suspicious, then we'll come up with an explanation. If we can't fool him...

Then kill him too, and withdraw from Yipintang immediately.

Wu Feng turned around and walked slowly back towards Shunlai Inn along the path he had come from.

The door closed behind me, the latch clicked softly into its groove.

Wu Feng walked to the table and lit the oil lamp.

A dim, yellowish light spread from the lamp, illuminating the rough wood grain on the table.

He sat down on the stool and took out the book "The Shifting Stars" from his backpack.

The cover was blank; the inner pages were only revealed when the book was opened. The ink was handwritten, with neat strokes and a deliberately restrained sharpness.

He flipped through two pages, and the techniques for circulating energy, exerting force, and using an opponent's force against them came into view, line by line.

Should we study "The Shifting Stars" (a top-tier martial art)?

Yes.

The book transformed into a stream of light, flowing in from between my brows. A flood of information spread through my mind, like a basin of warm water poured over me, permeating every corner.

The path of true qi circulation, the timing of force guidance, and the subtle balance of "sticking" and "turning" when borrowing force are all contained within it.

[System notification: You have learned "Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations" (a first-class Qimen Dunjia technique).]

A new line of text appeared in the skill bar: 【Star Shift (Beginner 0/200000)】.

He sat on the stool, closed his eyes, and digested the information for a moment.

Then, with a slight thought, the true energy within his body began to circulate according to the path of the Lesser Formless Technique.

Two mental techniques simultaneously unfolded in his consciousness. The world shifted, the opponent's force was used against him, and his own methods were used against him.

The Lesser Formless Skill simulates all martial arts in the world, without being bound by form.

He tried to make them intertwine.

The nearly transparent, crimson-gold vortex in his dantian slowly rotated, splitting off a strand of true energy that traveled along the path of the shifting stars, while the other strand followed the meridians of the Lesser Formless Skill.

The two streams of vital energy met at the Tanzhong acupoint. There was no conflict.

He twitched his brow slightly and continued to urge it on.

True Qi flowed through the meridians, and the combination of the Shifting Stars and the Lesser Formless Skill began to probe and merge with each other.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He opened his eyes, a very faint light flashing in them.