The smoke from Gu Yanfeng’s Purple Lightning Tiger explosion slowly thinned, but the hope that had briefly risen in the hearts of the Cloud Sword Sect disciples instantly plummeted to the bottom of the abyss.Up ahead, the long-haired man who should have been gravely injured was standing tall. Two other men in similar robes now stood at his left and right, their hands still outstretched after repelling the remnants of the blast."Damn it... he has reinforcements," Yan Huo cursed, his face pale.Gu Yanfeng narrowed his eyes, attempting to scrutinize the aura radiating from the three opponents before him. Instantly, his heart felt as if it had stopped beating. "Level nine... peak Marrow Refinement!""What?! Level nine?!" Han Jian almost dropped his sword. "Senior Brother, you yourself are only level six. How can we possibly win?""Everyone, take a step back!" Gu Yanfeng ordered with a trembling voice. "Do not scatter!"The crow controller who had just survived the explosion wiped the du

Lin Feng blinked several times. The ceiling of the room where he lay was made of old wood, and the surrounding air carried the scent of herbs and dry earth. The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the window, feeling both warm and blinding.He tried to get up, but every muscle in his body screamed in protest. It felt as if his entire body had just been crushed by a giant horse-drawn carriage."Argh..." Lin Feng hissed, clutching his head, which was still throbbing intensely."Eh? You are finally awake?"The sound of footsteps approached from the door on the right. Gu Yanfeng stepped in, carrying a clay bowl that emitted a plume of bitter steam. Upon seeing Lin Feng sitting up on the bed, the usually stiff smile of his Senior Brother now spread wide."Rest first, Feng. Do not push yourself too hard," Gu Yanfeng said while placing the medicine bowl on a small table.Lin Feng turned with a confused face. "Senior Brother, where are we? And... what happened? How long have I been

Lin Feng remained frozen behind the thick bushes, his eyes unblinking as he stared at the figure in the middle of the river. The light blue aura enveloping Cen Linxi gradually became denser, yet at the same time, Lin Feng realized something was wrong.The girl's forehead was covered with beads of cold sweat. Her lips, which were usually pink, now appeared pale and trembling violently. Her hands resting on her knees clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Lin Feng could feel waves of unstable soul energy, rising and falling like a storm trapped in a bottle."What kind of method is she using?" Lin Feng muttered softly. "Soul cultivation should be about tranquility and unity with nature, but she... she looks like she is being tortured from within."Lin Feng was about to call out to her, but he quickly abandoned the intention. Disturbing someone at the peak of soul meditation could have fatal consequences; the person's soul could crack or even shatter permanently. Finally, Lin

Before her, the woman in white robes gazed at him with intimidating elegance. A mysterious gentle breeze played with strands of her black hair, creating a sight so beautiful yet simultaneously holding such deep mystery."My name is Qiao Mulan," the woman's voice rang clear, echoing throughout every corner of Lin Feng's dream realm. "I am part of a past that even history has forgotten. For a child your age, my identity at this moment would be very difficult for you to comprehend."Lin Feng cared nothing for such pleasantries. He stepped forward, his chest rising and falling as he held back the flood of questions that had been dammed up. "I don't care who you are for now. Just answer one thing, was it really you who gave me the memory of that rune? The Twin Koi?"Qiao Mulan nodded slowly, a very calm movement. "Correct. Your soul at that time was on the brink of destruction, if I had not stepped in to lend that knowledge, you and your friends would have become ash in the hands of the

The roar of the waterfall behind the Scholar Hall became the only music accompanying Lin Feng's intense training that afternoon. His body moved nimbly, feet stepping firmly on the slippery rocks, while his right hand held a silvery gleaming sword. However, what made this training different was his left hand.The fingers of Lin Feng's left hand gripped a black brush that moved swiftly in the air, painting complex rune lines amidst his sword swings."Damn, still not synchronized!" Lin Feng hissed.He had just tried to practice one of the Scholar Hall techniques, the Scholar's Sword. A high-level technique that combined sword sharpness with rune seal power simultaneously. It was said that only Master Ye Jingshi could truly master it to perfection. The seniors often gave up because this technique demanded an extremely extreme division of consciousness."Once more!" Lin Feng drove his Qi.His sword slashed horizontally, creating a sharp wind, while his left hand tried to complete the fina