Song Feng stepped over the broken wooden frame, his blue outer disciple robes sweeping across the dirt threshold. A sharp steel sword gleamed in his right hand, reflecting the cold morning light filtering through the storehouse shutter.Behind him, ten patrol guards clad in heavy leather armor spread across the yard, leveling their iron-bound spears directly at Lin Feng's chest."Lin Feng!" Song Feng barked, his voice carrying the heavy weight of internal Qi. "You have broken the laws of the Qingyun Sect by assaulting patrol members and disturbing the peace of the servant division. By order of Elder Liu, accept your execution on the spot!"Da Zhuang stumbled forward, spreading his broad arms between the armed guards and Lin Feng. Sweat washed through the black soot on his cheeks as he shouted, "Senior Brother Song, please listen! Zhao Wei brought Gao Wu here first to extort Low-Grade Qi Stones! Brother Lin was only defending himself!"Song Feng did not even turn his gaze toward Da Zhu

Gao Shan reached his right hand toward the thirty-five-pound black iron sword.Lin Feng stepped into the open space between the anvil and the rack, placing his left hand directly over Gao Shan's wrist. The physical grip stopped the disciple's arm mid-air."Take your hand off the steel," Lin Feng ordered coldly.Gao Shan twitched in rage, attempting to channel blue internal Qi into his forearm to overpower Lin Feng's hold. "Impudent trash!" Gao Shan roars, driving a straight left punch toward Lin Feng's jaw at a speed of six feet per second.Lin Feng tracked the shoulder alignment instantly, shifting his head two inches to the right. The heavy leather fist passed through empty air above his collarbone.Simultaneously, Lin Feng drove his right thumb into the pressure point located at the base of Gao Shan's left collarbone.CRACK.A sharp popping sound echoed through the hot forge as the nerve cluster collapsed under forty pounds of concentrated pressure.Gao Shan screamed in agony, his

Without waiting for a response, Lin Feng turned on his heel and walked calmly down the central aisle. The crowd of five hundred servants parted instantly, staring at his retreating back with a mixture of awe and terrifying anticipation.Da Zhuang hurried behind him, his heart pounding violently against his ribs as they left the central square toward the lower mountain path."Brother Lin!" Da Zhuang stammered, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "You accepted a death match against three Outer Disciples! They will send Third Layer Sword Meridian experts armed with high-grade weapons!"Lin Feng reached into his inner pocket, feeling the cold, smooth surface of the copper key he had recovered from Gao Wu's pocket earlier."Three days is enough time," Lin Feng said quietly, his eyes fixing on the dense, fog-covered woods of the rear mountain peak ahead. "I need to open the third spinal node before the sun rises on the fourth day."Suddenly, a dark, hooded figure dropped silently from a hi

The crowd of eight hundred parted, creating a ten-foot-wide path as Lin Feng walked toward the four-foot stone platform. Whispers rippled through the onlookers while outer disciples stared at the thirty-five-pound black iron sword resting across his right shoulder.Elder Liu Tianba stood at the edge of the stage, channeling blue internal Qi into his throat as his voice echoed across the square."You actually dared to show your face, cripple, so step onto the stage and meet your execution!"Lin Feng placed his left hand on the marble edge, leaping upward with a single physical thrust that landed his leather boots silently on the wooden stage floorboards. He lowered his thirty-five-pound black iron sword to the wooden surface with a heavy metallic thud."I came to collect the nine hundred Qi Stones you stole from the servant division."Supervisor Hu Lang of the Canglan Sword Sect folded his arms, his golden-trimmed red robes remaining still as his amber eyes scanned Lin Feng's physical

Lin Feng froze his stance instantly as the name Lu Chen vibrated through the air, causing the silver Divine Sword Qi along his three unlocked spinal vertebrae to hum with intense, lethal resonance.The armored envoy stood in the center of the shattered flagstones, holding the blood-red sealed decree aloft as four hundred pounds of physical aura pressed outward from his Fourth Layer cultivation base. Dusty grey stone powder drifted through the air, settling onto the surrounding crowd of silent, terrified servants.Sect Master Ye Cang took two heavy steps forward, placing his left hand onto the wooden railing of the platform to support his frame. His carotid artery pulsed with healthy arterial blood flow as the dark ice toxin remained temporarily neutralized in his upper chest."The Qingyun Sect has guarded the Fallen Sword Valley for three hundred years under the founding charter of the Seven Sect Alliance, so an external envoy holds no unilateral authority to force a territorial surre