A hundredfold return! My unfilial disciples are all reincarnations of the Empress.

Su Wanqing's gaze fell on Lin Feng's purple and gold robes, and a look of amazement flashed in her eyes.

"Peak Master Lin's robes are truly extraordinary," Su Wanqing exclaimed sincerely.

The two apprentices stared wide-eyed, seeing their master in other colors for the first time, and he looked even stronger!

Su Wanqing looked at Chi Yao and smiled, "Congratulations on gaining such a talented disciple."

My reason for coming here is that there has been a new development regarding the matter of the men in black.

Lin Feng nodded: "Please speak, Peak Master Su."

Su Wanqing frowned, her tone grave. "Last night, the sect's monitoring array showed unusual activity, detecting a faint trace of demonic energy within Qingyun Mountain."

"Based on the matter of the Jade Pendant of the Silent Realm, it can be inferred that the other party is most likely a remnant of the demonic path who escaped from the net ten years ago, and has secretly colluded with local forces, lying dormant in the Qingxi Town area."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

The demonic cultivator... He hasn't even avenged the loss of his spiritual root, yet he still dares to come knocking on our door!

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Su Wanqing left Xiaozhu Peak.

Xiaozhufeng has returned to its tranquil state.

Lin Feng looked at his two disciples in front of him, and the chill gradually subsided.

"Yu Shu, today I will teach you the Earth-grade cultivation technique, the Water Moon Heart Sutra. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed, and a ray of spiritual light flew into Liu Yushu's mind, instantly imprinting a vast amount of cultivation techniques and incantations into her soul.

Liu Yushu said happily, "Thank you, Master."

Lin Feng then turned to look at Chi Yao, who was eager to try, and said, "Three days later, I will personally inscribe fire attribute runes on your sword and then teach you the fire-based cultivation techniques."

Chi Yao's eyes instantly lit up like starlight, and she replied firmly, "Thank you, Master!"

In the days that followed, the atmosphere of cultivation was at its peak on Xiaozhu Peak.

Because their cultivation efficiency increased by 10%, the two of them enjoyed cultivating more and more.

With the help of the new cultivation technique, Liu Yushu broke through to the seventh level of Qi Refining; Chi Yao was even more talented and quickly advanced from the first level of Qi Refining to the third level.

On the weapon-refining platform, Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, a Heavenly Grade Spirit Sword floating in front of him.

After three days of enchanting, the sword was covered in layers of crimson flame patterns, and its aura surged!

Lin Feng raised his hand and handed over the longsword, his tone languid: "Keep it safe."

Chi Yao accepted the sword with both hands, her eyes filled with reverence, and her tone was joyful: "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this treasure!"

"Ding! Disciple Chiyao's favorability has increased to 50."

"Triggered a 20x critical hit!"

"Reward: Disciple's cultivation efficiency +5%, host's weapon forging success rate +10%"

A glint of light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Get up.

Lin Feng reached out to help Chi Yao up, and was about to say a few words of advice when a rapid transmission talisman suddenly came from the sky.

"Peak Master Lin! A large number of demonic cultivators have been discovered in Black Wind Valley in the western suburbs. Please send reinforcements immediately!"

The transmission talisman was sent by the sect's elder on duty, and the tone was urgent and anxious.

Lin Feng's eyes darkened; this perfectly matched what Su Wanqing had said about the strange movement of demonic energy!

Black Wind Valley in the western suburbs is located several hundred miles west of Xiaozhu Peak.

The next instant, Lin Feng's purple robes fluttered as he rode the Frost Sword straight towards Black Wind Valley.

……

A foul wind blew through Black Wind Valley.

The entire valley was shrouded in dark demonic flames, and the ground was covered with dense, blood-red runes, within which countless phantoms wailed.

Dozens of black-robed demonic cultivators stood in the formation, led by an old man with a sinister face.

The old man's lips moved a few times, his voice extremely hoarse, as he said to Lin Feng, "Hand over Liu Yushu, or your Qingyun Palace will face a bloody battle today!"

Lin Feng's face darkened, a rare sight for him.

This old man is truly wicked; he deliberately made such a big fuss, shouting at him in front of everyone and putting him on a moral high ground.

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a chilling light as he coldly retorted, "Wishful thinking. You dare to take my disciple?"

The old man in black smiled sinisterly, raised his hand, and shouted, "Make your move! Kill as many as you can!"

Dozens of demonic cultivators suddenly sprang into action, their sharp demonic blades slamming towards the Qingyun Palace disciples.

The two sides started fighting, and soon screams began to echo across the field.

The demonic cultivator must have used some forbidden technique to cultivate, as his demonic power was strangely strong, compounded by the negative effects of the formation.

The disciples of Qingyun Palace were no match for the vicious demonic cultivators' attacks.

Upon seeing this, the elders from the sect who had rushed to provide support turned pale instantly and took up their weapons to enter the fray.

In just half an hour, dozens of people have been killed or injured.

Lin Feng's aura grew increasingly cold. He didn't reveal his full strength at the beginning, but simply wanted to see how strong his opponent was.

The opposing force consisted of dozens of demonic cultivators. The elder in charge was at the late Golden Core stage, while the others ranged from the early Golden Core stage to the Foundation Establishment stage.

They really don't have good intentions.

The old man in black coldly surveyed the group from Qingyun Palace, and spoke again, exerting pressure: "Lin Feng, this is your last chance!"

"Hand over Liu Yushu! If you dare refuse, our demonic path will attack us daily, and we will not rest until we have done so!"

The successive casualties completely wore down the elders' patience, and they all turned to look at Lin Feng, their tone threatening.

"Peak Master Lin, please think of a solution!"

"Sacrificing one person can prevent dozens of wars; this is the only way!"

The elders were only thinking about solving the problem in the simplest way, completely disregarding Liu Yushu's life or death.

Lin Feng's expression was cold and indifferent as he swept his gaze over the crowd.

After a moment of silence, Lin Feng slowly spoke, his voice calm and even: "Okay."

An elder on one side hurriedly urged his disciple, "Quick! Go to Little Bamboo Peak and bring Liu Yushu here!"

Before long, Liu Yushu, her face full of doubt, was brought over.

She stared wide-eyed at the devastated battlefield, her face filled with terror, instinctively searching for Lin Feng.

"My disciple."

Lin Feng stepped forward, grabbed Liu Yushu, and walked towards the dozens of demonic cultivators.

Liu Yushu looked puzzled, but still held her master's hand tightly.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's figure flashed, and the next second a purple-clad figure appeared ten meters to his left, carrying Liu Yushu and running wildly.

The group of demonic cultivators were dumbfounded.

They thought Lin Feng was going to compromise and hand over the people, but they didn't expect him to run away with them!

"Chase them! All of you, keep up! We can't let them get away!"

The old man in black roared, and all the demonic cultivators surged forward, chasing after Lin Feng in the direction he had fled.

In the mountains and forests, Lin Feng flew at great speed on his sword, carrying Liu Yushu through the mountains.

He found a secluded cave at the bottom of a cliff, its entrance hidden by dense vines and forest.

"Stay here and don't make a sound no matter what you hear."

After settling Liu Yushu in, Lin Feng turned and walked out of the cave.

He pulled a rather long pillow out of his storage bag.

Lin Feng scratched his head and decided to make do with it.

He then took out a black cloak and wrapped it tightly around the pillow, thus transforming it into a dummy.

He wrapped one arm around the mannequin's waist, deliberately slowed down, and sped off into the opposite direction into the depths of the desolate mountains.

The pursuing demonic cultivator sensed the aura and chased it all the way into a deserted valley.

Lin Feng stopped and turned his back to them.

The old man said in a low voice, "You are only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Hand over Liu Yushu now, and I might spare your life."

"Alright, I'll hand her over to you."

Lin Feng turned around and tossed the dummy onto the old man's head.

As the night deepened, the old man raised his hand to catch Liu Yushu.

When "Liu Yushu" was only two meters away from him, he realized that it was actually a pillow with a cloak hanging on it.

He snorted coldly, and with his raised hand, he unleashed several wind blades that shattered the pillow into pieces.

"You're asking for it!"

Lin Feng drew his Frost Sword, and the chilling sword aura made the air feel colder.

Dozens of demonic cultivators rushed forward.