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

Lin Feng gripped the Frost Sword, his purple-gold Zhen Gang Robe concealing his aura, leaving only a provocative figure facing the crowd.

"How dare these mere remnants of the demonic path act so recklessly in the Qingyun territory?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng's figure vanished!

He activated the Illusory Shadowless Step, leaving only a faint afterimage in his place.

The two demonic cultivators at the forefront, both in the early stages of the Golden Core realm, had no time to react. They only saw a flash of purple before their eyes, and then felt a bone-chilling cold on their necks.

With two soft thuds, heads fell to the ground, and the demonic energy instantly dissipated!

fast!

Extremely fast!

All the demonic cultivators in the valley froze instantly, their pupils shrinking. They hurriedly huddled together in a circle to prevent Lin Feng from launching another sneak attack.

"How is that possible?! Wasn't he a Foundation Establishment waste who had been crippled for ten years?!"

"This speed... it should be at the Nascent Soul level?"

The black-clad elder at the head of the group trembled violently, his heart filled with turmoil, and his previous contempt turned into a chilling fear.

He stared intently at Lin Feng, roaring fiercely, "Everyone, form the Demonic Array! Traps and kill him!"

Upon hearing the sound, more than twenty demonic cultivators instantly took their positions, and the pitch-black demonic energy gathered together, transforming into a ferocious demonic tiger.

The giant tiger opened its mouth and lunged at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng remained calm, twirling his sword with one hand, and the Frost Sword was drawn from its sheath in mid-air.

A chilling frost instantly swept across the entire valley, and frost seemed to freeze into the air.

"Frost falls on a thousand rivers!"

A white sword aura, condensed to its extreme, slashed down with a deafening roar, like the collapse of a celestial river.

Several large and small gashes suddenly appeared on the Demon Tiger's body!

Those demonic cultivators who were closer to the sword had no time to dodge and their bodies were torn apart by the sword energy.

Half of the players were killed or injured in an instant!

The old man in black, his eyes wide with shock and rage, demanded, "Just what is your strength?!"

Ten years ago, during the great war between immortals and demons, Lin Feng's cultivation level dropped to the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

When did he recover his cultivation? Why haven't we heard a thing?!

No one answered his question.

Lin Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure shot out again, his sword shadows flying, each move deadly.

After a few moves, the Demon Tiger was completely destroyed.

Screams rang out one after another as the broken formation caused backlash against the demonic cultivator, who collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

Only the old man in black remained standing on the field.

The old man was tense all over, his back already soaked with cold sweat, staring intently at Lin Feng who was approaching step by step.

He was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator and considered himself a powerful figure, yet he couldn't gain the upper hand against Lin Feng at this moment.

The old man said sternly, "We've been targeting Liu Yushu on the orders of a powerful figure! By killing one of my disciples today, you've completely offended him!"

"An important person?"

Lin Feng chuckled lightly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Anyone who dares to touch my disciple, even if they have the Heavenly King himself behind them, will be killed without hesitation."

As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer held back. With a flick of his wrist, the Frost Sword, imbued with deadly sword energy, pierced straight into the old man's heart!

The old man's pupils constricted sharply, and he frantically channeled his demonic energy, summoning a protective demonic shield in an attempt to escape.

"Want to leave? Did you ask me first?"

A flash of cold light, and the magic shield was directly severed by the sword energy.

The next second, the longsword pierced through his chest.

The old man in black coughed up black blood, and his demonic energy rapidly dissipated. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

He probably never imagined that he would die today, at the hands of Lin Feng.

After eliminating the last demonic cultivator, Lin Feng sheathed his Frost Sword and turned to fly towards the cave at the bottom of the cliff.

At that moment, a system notification suddenly sounded in his mind.

"The system has detected that the host has stepped forward to protect the disciple's safety."

"Disciple Liu Yushu's current favorability rating: 90"

"Critical hit bonus triggered!"

"The critical hit rate this time is 42 times."

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained a top-grade magic weapon—Attack Puppet."

Lin Feng clicked on the detailed information of this magical artifact.

[Attack Puppet (Heavenly Grade): Equivalent to a peak Golden Core cultivator, usable only for attacking and can only be used once a day for 15 minutes. Master: Lin Feng (Cannot be changed)]

Inside the cave, Liu Yushu obediently curled up in a corner.

She could hear the sounds of fighting and roaring outside clearly.

A familiar figure in purple robes appeared at the cave entrance, and the girl's tense mind instantly relaxed.

"Master, are you alright? Are the people who came from the group that wiped out our entire family back then?"

Lin Feng reached out and ruffled her hair, saying, "Let's go back first; it's not safe here."

Lin Feng took Liu Yushu on his sword and returned to Xiaozhu Peak in a short while.

At the summit, Chi Yao had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the two return safely, she finally felt relieved.

Lin Feng looked at his two disciples, a slight thought stirring within him.

With the enemy in the shadows and us in the open, we must quickly strengthen our two apprentices in order to protect ourselves.

He decided to gather more items for his apprentices in the near future to trigger a critical hit and boost their cultivation efficiency.

Lin Feng's gaze turned serious as he opened his attribute panel.

[Character: Lin Feng]

[Identity: Peak Master of Xiaozhu Peak]

Life expectancy: 39 years

[Appearance: 98/10]

[Cultivation Level: Early Golden Core Stage]

[Constitution: Metal Spiritual Root]

[Qualification: Excellent (4/10)]

[Cultivation Techniques: Myriad Spirits Devouring Heaven Dao (Mid-Tier Heavenly Rank), Illusory Shadowless Step (Upper-Tier Heavenly Rank), Spirit Control Heart Sutra (Lower-Tier Heavenly Rank), Nine Revolutions Reversing Spirit Technique (Mid-Tier Heavenly Rank)]

[Magic Items: Flowing Cloud Frost Sword (High-Grade Heavenly), Mountain-Suppressing Glazed Shield (Mid-Grade Heavenly), Purple-Gold Suppressing Robe (Sacred Item)]

[Apprentices: Liu Yushu, Chi Yao]

He believed that his current magical artifacts were sufficient, but his cultivation level was still too low.

Just then, a disciple in green robes knocked on the door and entered. The visitor was a disciple of Master Xuanqing.

He bowed to Lin Feng and said, "Peak Master Lin Feng, the Sect Leader requests your presence in the main hall for a meeting immediately."

Lin Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he had already guessed the purpose of their visit.

The demonic cultivators' sudden attack today, coupled with their public demand for Liu Yushu, must have aroused suspicion in the sect leader.

"Understood."

Lin Feng casually agreed and rode the wind straight to the main hall of Qingyun Palace.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony is bright and solemn.

Master Xuanqing sat upright in the main seat, his brows furrowed with a hint of solemnity.

Upon seeing Lin Feng enter the main hall, Master Xuanqing cut to the chase and asked, "Lin Feng, the demonic cultivators from Black Wind Valley attacked just now, specifically demanding your disciple Liu Yushu. What is your explanation for this?"

"What exactly is Liu Yushu's background?"

Lin Feng, with a calm expression, slowly said, "Reporting to the Sect Leader, Yu Shu is a descendant of the Su family of the Great Chu."

"The Su family was once one of the four great families of the Great Chu. Ten years ago, they were all wiped out overnight. Only she survived by chance and went into exile."

"I met her by chance when I came down the mountain. Seeing that she had a pitiful background and exceptional comprehension, I took her as my disciple."

After hearing these words, Master Xuanqing's expression grew even more grave: "It seems that the Su family may possess some priceless treasure, or perhaps they have offended a demonic cultivator."

Now that she is the only one left in the Su family, and the demonic cultivators are still coming to kill her, they will likely not let the matter rest.

He looked troubled.

As long as Liu Yushu is in Qingyun Palace, the demonic forces will be targeting Qingyun Palace.

The foundation of Qingyun Palace has not yet been restored, but if Liu Yushu is expelled, it would violate the code of the immortal sect.

For a moment, Master Xuanqing was caught in a dilemma.