Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"clang!"

A clear, metallic clang echoed through the forest.

A faint dark green halo appeared on Shen Feng's body, and a faint, ancient black tortoise phantom could be seen flashing by.

The powerful flying wheel was actually bounced away by this thin halo of light, without even tearing the hem of Shen Feng's clothes.

Xuan Turtle Spirit Armor!

It is a life-saving item sufficient to withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Refinement Spirit cultivator.

"What?!"

Liu Yun and the two rogue cultivators, who were about to escape, were both stunned.

Before they could react, Shen Feng made his move.

"wind."

He uttered a single word.

In the palm of his hand, a swirling gray-blue vortex suddenly formed. This vortex, though seemingly insignificant, carried a strange fluctuation that pierced the soul.

The prototype of Samadhi Divine Wind!

"call!"

Shen Feng raised his hand and waved it, causing the vortex to swell in the wind and transform into a violent, strange wind that instantly enveloped the two rogue cultivators.

"Ah! My eyes! My...!"

The two rogue cultivators screamed in agony, as the wind not only blew against their physical bodies but also directly struck their souls.

They felt an unbearable pain in their sea of ​​consciousness, and the magical artifacts in their hands instantly lost control and crashed to the ground.

"Riding the wind, drifting through the clouds."

Shen Feng's figure blurred, leaving only an afterimage in his place.

The next moment, he appeared behind the banner-bearing rogue cultivator.

A mid-grade flying sword with a chilling light had appeared in his hand without him noticing; it was the Azure Wind Sword.

The sword light, as thin as silk, silently glided past, following the patterns of the wind.

"puff!"

A head flew into the sky, its blood swept up by the wind, leaving Shen Feng completely untouched.

Another rogue cultivator, enduring excruciating pain, was about to beg for mercy when he saw a gray shadow turn back like a ghost.

The sword pierced his throat and emerged through his neck.

Two ruthless rogue cultivators at the early stage of Spirit Refinement died within two breaths.

The forest fell silent instantly.

All that remained was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Shen Feng flicked the blood off his sword, slowly turned around, and looked at Liu Yun, who was standing not far away, dumbfounded.

At this moment, Liu Yun's heart was filled with turmoil.

What kind of menial disciple is this? This is clearly a ferocious beast in human skin!

His grasp of the situation, his uncanny wind magic, and his ruthless and efficient killing methods were all unmatched, even by his own senior brothers.

"Junior Brother...you have impressive skills!"

Liu Yun swallowed hard, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. He unconsciously took a step back. "I never expected that Junior Brother would be such a hidden master. I am so grateful to Junior Brother for saving my life today. Those two storage bags are yours, Junior Brother. As for me... I won't share them."

As he spoke, he secretly slipped a talisman into the ground.

This boy is ruthless and must not be allowed to live! As long as he escapes back to the sect, we must accuse him of practicing evil arts!

"Where are you going, senior brother?"

Shen Feng's voice drifted on the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, making it impossible to decipher.

"Naturally, we should return to the sect to request merit for our junior brother..."

Before Liu Yun could finish speaking, he suddenly activated the Earth Escape Talisman, transforming into a streak of yellow light as he prepared to burrow underground.

however.

"Certainly."

Chen Feng stepped on his foot and pointed at the object!

An invisible current spread along the earth's veins in an instant, turning the originally soft soil into something as hard as iron.

Liu Yun crashed headfirst into the ground, bleeding profusely, and his escape technique was interrupted.

He looked up in alarm, only to find Shen Feng already standing in front of him, looking down at him.

"Junior brother! Don't kill me! I'm a formal outer sect disciple. If you kill me, the Enforcement Hall will investigate! I have magical artifacts and elixirs; you can have them all!"

Liu Yun completely broke down and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically.

Shen Feng remained expressionless, slightly raising the Azure Wind Sword in his hand.

"Senior brother, that sword strike you used just now to lure the monster was almost killing me!"

Shen Feng spoke calmly, as if stating a fact, "Moreover, your eyes tell me that if I let you go back, I will be in endless trouble."

"No... Pfft!"

A flash of sword light.

Liu Yun clutched his throat, the life in his eyes quickly fading, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.

Even in death, he couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of a menial disciple he would never have given a second glance.

Shen Feng skillfully put away the three people's storage bags, flicked out three spiritual flames, and burned the corpses into ashes, which were scattered by the wind.

After doing all this, he straightened his slightly disheveled gray robe and resumed his cautious demeanor.

"Once this Xuan Turtle Spirit Armor is damaged, it needs to be nurtured for ten days before it can be used again."

Shen Feng touched his chest, thinking to himself.

He deliberately used the Spirit Turtle Armor to block that attack, also to test the defensive capabilities of this close-fitting spirit armor.

He was quite satisfied with the result, although it also consumed most of the spiritual power stored in his spirit armor.

He looked up at the sky.

"It's time to go back."

"The Spirit Essence Pill that Steward Tian bestowed upon me will be just what I need to help this clone break through to the Refinement of Spirit stage."

After a moment's thought, Shen Feng found a secluded spot and began to search through each of the group's storage bags.

Aside from some low-level magical artifacts, there wasn't anything particularly interesting inside. However, the storage bag of Liu Yun, an outer disciple, provided Shen Feng with some unexpected information.

……

On the outskirts of Longevity Mountain, in a secluded mountain valley, Shen Feng held a communication jade slip he had taken from Liu Yun's storage bag, his expression indifferent.

The message in the jade slip was simple: "After it's done, meet at the usual place. I only want the head of that servant."

The signature is Zhao.

"really."

Shen Feng exerted force with his fingertips, crushing the jade slip into powder, which then drifted away in the wind.

At the Wuzhuang Temple's miscellaneous service post, he had already thoroughly investigated the interpersonal relationships around him. Although Liu Yun was an outer disciple, he was of mediocre talent and had no powerful backing. However, he usually maintained close contact with Zhao Yuan, who had been expelled from the sect.

As for the Zhao family...

They are a small cultivation family that lives on the outskirts of Longevity Mountain. Although there are no great masters in the family, they are still a powerful force in the mortal world and low-level rogue cultivator circles within a thousand miles, thanks to the incense offerings of several generations of people who have been sent to Wuzhuang Temple as disciples.

The Zhao family acts domineeringly and secretly specializes in handling dirty work for some outer sect managers in exchange for cultivation resources.

He had just killed Zhao Teng and five other members of the Zhao family not long ago, and now Zhao Yuan had colluded with Liu Yun to take his life.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze."

Zhao Yuan has repeatedly made things difficult for him and tried to kill him. Since that's the case, Shen Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light, so why should he let him go?

Since the cause and effect have already been established, let's put an end to it completely.

……

Qingliu Slope, under a withered old willow tree.

Zhao Yuan paced back and forth anxiously, his hands behind his back.

After being expelled from Wuzhuang Temple, his status in the family plummeted, and his once handsome face was now filled with gloom and ferocity.

This time, he spent a lot of money to bribe Liu Yun, and also begged his brother Zhao Teng, who was on good terms with him in the clan, to help him. With the help of both inside and outside, he wanted to intercept and kill the servant named Shen Feng.

In his mind, this double arrangement should ensure that everything would be foolproof.