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

The demonic cultivators behind them also entered the city lord's mansion.

The door to the side hall was kicked open with a bang.

The man in black robes stepped inside and saw a person sitting in the room, dressed in a magnificent and solemn purple-gold robe.

He was holding several high-grade spirit stones in his hand, but there was no spiritual power in his body.

"you--"

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

Boom!

Without warning, lightning struck from the sky, blowing the roof off the entire side hall!

The lightning bolt pierced through the roof beams and struck Lin Feng directly on the head!

His face contorted instantly, his brows furrowed tightly, veins bulged on his hands, and soft groans escaped his throat.

His entire body shone brightly, and his purple robe fluttered wildly in the turbulent air pressure.

"Bang—"

The demonic cultivator was instantly blasted away by the aftershocks of the lightning tribulation, and lightning bolts continued to strike down throughout the city lord's mansion.

Dozens of heart-wrenching wails echoed from afar, only to be muffled and shattered by the thunder.

The power of the heavenly lightning intensified.

The second course...

The tenth course...

Lin Feng gasped for breath and swallowed a top-grade healing pill.

His golden core in his dantian shattered and was rebuilt one by one.

Two incense sticks later, a burst of intense white light suddenly emanated from his body.

Breakthrough.

The clouds of calamity had mostly dispersed, and the last few thin bolts of lightning struck down without causing any real damage.

Half of the city lord's mansion has collapsed, and all the lanterns hanging under the eaves have gone out.

Lin Feng stood up, cast a cleansing spell to remove the dust from his body, and picked up the Frost Sword from the ground.

Dozens of demonic cultivators lay on the ground outside the hall, their cheeks twitching uncontrollably, their bodies charred black from being cleaved.

He glanced around, his brows furrowing.

He then grabbed a demonic cultivator from beside him and demanded sharply, "Where is that Nascent Soul demonic cultivator?"

"He...he ran away..." the demonic cultivator said weakly.

Lin Feng looked at the cracked round shield on the ground, his expression slightly furrowed.

"You still got away!"

He stood up, cast a spell, and a communication scroll flew away into the air.

He picked up the storage bag and took out five Earth-grade Healing Pills.

These demonic cultivators in the late Golden Core stage still had a breath left, but they were already ruined.

Lin Feng fed them healing pills.

"Why do you kill people with special physical conditions?"

"I can't say."

"I have a top-grade healing pill here. If you tell me, you can live for another year after taking this pill." Lin Feng took out a white pill.

"Heh..." The demonic cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Feng then asked the same question to a different target.

"Don't you have any family or friends to spend time with? Don't you want to live another year?"

"You're insane!" the demonic cultivator roared.

Lin Feng wiped his face.

Let's just kill them all.

One hour later.

A head peeked out furtively from outside the gate.

Then Chu Lingyan and a middle-aged man in a dark green official robe walked in, followed by more than a dozen servants.

"Ouch, this... my city lord's mansion!" the middle-aged man cried out in pain.

Chu Lingyan gracefully stepped forward and bowed deeply, sincerely saying, "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist!"

The middle-aged man realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to bow.

Lin Feng raised his hand: "No need."

"If you want to thank me, then you should now become my disciple."

Chu Lingyan scratched her head, looking troubled. "But I already have a master now. Should I discuss it with him first? Don't worry, I absolutely, positively won't break my promise to you!"

"That's fine, I don't want to be rumored to be someone who forcibly took away my apprentice."

"We've reached an agreement. Come find me at Qingyun Palace. I am Lin Feng, the peak master of Xiaozhu Peak."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Lin Feng flew away from Yunyang City on his sword.

The sky was turning a pale white, and a cold wind blew in my face.

He sat cross-legged in the cave and began practicing the sect's internal cultivation method.

Nascent Soul Realm. Although only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, with his own spiritual sword and defensive magic weapon, he can still be considered a powerful figure.

Speaking of powerful figures, he thought of the Qinglan family. The elder in charge was only at the Golden Core stage, yet he allowed the gangsters of Qingxi Town to run rampant.

Just as I was lost in thought, the communication talisman lit up again.

Master Xuanqing's voice rang out: "Lin Feng, I've heard about what happened in Yunyang City. You've broken through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

"Yes."

There was a two-second silence on the other end, followed by a short laugh: "Okay. Come here, I have something for you."

Side hall of the main peak.

Master Xuanqing took out a yellowed scroll from the jade box and handed it to Lin Feng.

"I found this in the depths of the cave a couple of days ago, and only then did I realize that this thing had been sitting there for more than ten years."

"A map of an ancient ruin. Located on the coast of the East Sea, it's said to be related to the Water Element inheritance. Since you've taken in two prodigy disciples, it would be good to take them there for some training."

Lin Feng unrolled the scroll and glanced at it; the marked location was indeed deep in the eastern sea.

"Thank you, Master."

Lin Feng suddenly remembered something and took out a red pill from his storage bag: "This is a top-grade antidote pill, which I obtained at an auction during my travels. I don't know if it will be effective against the toxins in your body, but please accept it."

As I walked out of the main hall, dusk was falling.

He flew back to Xiaozhu Peak on his sword and saw the three of them sitting together eating from afar.

Liu Yushu sat in the middle, holding a bowl of porridge in her hands, listening to Chi Yao tell stories with great enthusiasm, her eyes shining.

"Was the entire audience truly shocked?"

"Why would I lie to you!" Chi Yao looked up and saw Lin Feng approaching, then immediately exclaimed happily, "Master, you're back!"

"Hmm." Lin Feng sat down, poured himself a bowl of soup, and casually asked, "How's your cultivation progress lately? Any questions?"

Both of them shook their heads.

Wang Xiao raised his hand and said, "Boss, there are two particularly useful cultivation techniques among the ones you gave me."

He took out two books, which were titled "The Demonic Skill of Getting to Know Each Other Without Fighting" and "The Vengeful Spirit's Gossiping Skill".

"The Unfamiliar Skill of Getting to Know Each Other Through Fighting": The more you are beaten, the stronger you become. When you are beaten, you automatically absorb 5% of the opponent's attack power and convert it into your own strength.

"The Talkative Soul Technique": After practicing, you can collect 10 weak, chattering vengeful spirits. When fighting an enemy, release these chattering ghosts, who will surround the opponent, constantly complaining, reopening old wounds, and disturbing your Daoist mind.

Lin Feng chuckled, "That's quite interesting."

Two days later, an outer disciple came forward to report.

"Peak Master Lin, a person named Chu Lingyan wishes to see you."

"Bring it in."

Chu Lingyan followed her disciple in. She had changed into a pale yellow dress and had a thin sword hanging at her waist, looking neat and tidy.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, she didn't waste any words, immediately clasping her hands in a respectful bow: "My benefactor, my master has already agreed. He said that since you saved my life, it means we are destined to be together, and he won't stop us. However…"

She paused, then pulled a letter from her sleeve: "He asked me to bring this to you."

Lin Feng took the letter, unfolded it, and glanced at it. The handwriting on the letter was strong and powerful, and the gist of it was: Since we are both masters of the Spirit Smoke Sect, we are destined to meet. Let's have a drink sometime. The letter was signed "Elder Ye Qiu of the Xuan Yang Sect".

"Your master is quite sensible." Lin Feng put away the letter, looked up at Chu Lingyan, and asked, "So, what's your opinion?"

Chu Lingyan grinned: "Why not learn the techniques of another sect?"