Chapter 35 - Dusk Sword Technique!

Ling Feng had finally found the way back to the sect and was hastening along at full speed when he suddenly saw a group of people rushing toward him through the dense forest, moving very quickly.

The seven people, five men and two women, all had smirks on their faces, their eyes looking at him as if they were hunters eyeing their prey.

Ling Feng’s eyebrows slightly furrowed; he did not want to invite trouble, but if trouble came knocking, he would not retreat.

Especially since his cultivation had advanced to the peak of the Qi Condensation Seventh Stage.

Once one stepped into the seventh level, they became martial artists of the Late-stage Qi Condensation with denser and more potent True Qi, more capable of executing the True Qi Blade technique, enhancing the power of their Sword Qi a notch further.

He was confident that even if he encountered a Qi Sect powerhouse at the peak of the Qi Condensation Ten Layers like Xiao Qinggang, he could slay them without even activating the Shura Eye!

Ling Feng lifted his gaze, and his eyes first fell on the young swordsman at the forefront.

This person’s aura was concentrated and profound, like a deep pool, indeed a troublesome opponent.

As for the other martial artists behind the young swordsman, he didn’t take them too seriously.

For him, aside from Qi Sect martial artists at the peak of the tenth layer of Qi Condensation, other martial artists within the Qi Condensation Realm could be slain with a single sword strike!

In just the blink of an eye, Li Changqing stopped a hundred steps away from Ling Feng, stood with his hands behind his back, and arrogantly said, “You are, Asking Immortal Sect Disciples?”

Ling Feng’s eyebrows knitted slightly, “What if I am?”

“Hmph!” Li Changqing’s brow surged with a proud arrogance, looking down from on high as he ordered, “If so, then kneel obediently and hand over all the belongings you have!

If I’m in a good mood, maybe I’ll let you off the hook!”

“Based on you?” Ling Feng chuckled, “I advise you, you’d better not provoke me!”

“Ha ha ha ha!” A swordsman at Li Changqing’s side stepped forward and sneered, “Is your head broken, kid?

All alone, and you dare to be arrogant in front of our Senior Brother Li?”

“Begone!” Ling Feng was not interested in entangling with them unduly.

He simply uttered one word coldly, his aura becoming sharper.

“Is everyone from the Asking Immortal Sect so ignorant of their own mortality?” Li Changqing cracked his knuckles, making popping sounds like frying beans while staring coldly at Ling Feng, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s.

“Do you know that I am a genius of the Liuyun Sword Sect’s Inner Sect!

Even your Asking Immortal Sect Leader has to give way by three steps in front of our Liuyun Sword Sect Leader.

So what makes you, a mere ordinary disciple, think that you have the guts to defy me?”

Liuyun Sword Sect!

A gleam of cold light flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes, and a thread of killing intent spread from the bottom of his heart.

Back in the day, his grandfather had taken him to the Liuyun Sword Sect, only to be ruthlessly expelled and beaten up.

Today, it was time to retrieve some of that debt with interest!

“How the Asking Immortal Sect Leader conducts himself is none of my concern.

If you insist on seeking trouble with me, you will bear the consequences!”

“Hehe, this Asking Immortal Sect Disciple is a bit interesting, pretty tough bone actually!” The voluptuous female disciple teased with a flirtatious smile, and beseechingly said to Li Changqing, “Senior Brother Li, we should give him a good loosening up of his bones today, don’t we?”

Li Changqing, enticed by Lee Ruyun’s coquettish voice, immediately laughed heartily, “Of course, the worthless bones of the Asking Immortal Sect must indeed be given a good lesson.”

Ling Feng felt a slight frustration in his heart.

He had been consistently marginalized within the Asking Immortal Sect, and now to come out for some experience, he had been caught up in the conflict between the Liuyun Sword Sect and Asking Immortal Sect.

“Junior Brother Chang, you go and teach him a lesson, but be mindful of the extent; we must not lose the dignity of our Liuyun Sword Sect!” Li Changqing sneered and casually directed one of the ninth-level Qi Condensation swordsmen by his side.

In his view, a ninth level fighting a seventh level was practically a given; no need for him to lift a finger. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴo(v)elFɪre.ɴet

“Don’t worry, Senior Brother Li, I will definitely teach him well, how to respect the seniors of Liuyun Sword Sect!”

Chang Shuyang let out a weird chuckle, his face twisted menacingly as he stared at Ling Feng, as if looking at a fish on the chopping board.

“Kid, I advise you to cooperate and hand over everything valuable on you.

I might generously spare you and only break one of your dog legs,” Chang Shuyang, convinced of his advantage over Ling Feng, spoke arrogantly, full of self-importance.

Ling Feng sighed inwardly and slowly drew out a wooden sword from behind, his expression nonchalant as he said, “Defeat me first before you say that!”

Because he had exhausted his energy after activating Shura’s Eye and fell into the river, his Moon Slash Sword was likely now “in deep sleep” at the bottom of the river.

Therefore, Ling Feng had casually whittled a tree branch into a wooden sword to temporarily replace his weapon.

“Ha ha, a wooden sword?” The disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect immediately burst into laughter.

“Has the Asking Immortal Sect become so poor?

Even their disciples can’t afford a fine steel sword!”

“It’s hilarious, this guy couldn’t have gone down the mountain to drink and spend all his money, pawning his own sword, could he?

Hahaha…”

Chang Shuyang was laughing uproariously; in his eyes, Ling Feng was completely pathetic.

“You’re very brave, and stupidly naïve!

Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”

Chang Shuyang’s arm flickered, and the sword glinted and flashed, its shadow moving like a ribbon through the air, slicing across the sky.

It had to be said that the Liuyun Sword Sect truly lived up to its name as a Sword Sect, with their disciples’ swordsmanship noticeably superior to that of the Asking Immortal Sect.

However, their weakness was also obvious; the True Qi they cultivated was not as condensed and rich as that of the Asking Immortal Sect disciples.

“Draw your sword!

Otherwise, you won’t get a chance to strike!” Ling Feng angled his wooden sword toward the ground, his demeanor light and breezy.

“What hubris!” Chang Shuyang, infuriated, unfolded his movement technique.

“Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!” He struck out with several thrusts, each aimed at Ling Feng’s vital points.

The speed didn’t seem fast, but the movements were elusive, and in the flickering of the sword light, it was already bearing down on Ling Feng.

“Good!

Senior Brother Chang is truly worthy of the name—this use of the Dusk Sword Technique is simply masterful!”

The curvaceous female disciple, Lee Ruyun, also clapped her hands, laughing: “Senior Brother Chang is so impressive!”

Upon hearing Lee Ruyun cheering him on, Chang Shuyang seemed galvanized, his swordsmanship turning even sharper.

However, from beginning to end, Ling Feng remained utterly calm and composed.

He dodged the opponent’s several strikes using his movement technique, and with a concentration of the Heavenly Dao Eye, he understood everything instantly.

His own Shattering Star Sword Technique might be somewhat inferior to the Dusk Sword Technique, but it also had its merits.

Especially since, after consuming the Tianyang Red Blood Fruit, his True Qi carried a hint of the Fiery Flames attribute.

Naturally, practicing this type of Fire Element swordsmanship would increase its power.

Without drawing his sword, Ling Feng’s steps followed the Find Light movement technique, chaotic and interwoven, making it impossible for Chang Shuyang to even touch the hem of Ling Feng’s clothes.

“How can this be?”

“How is that kid’s movement technique so extraordinary?”

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciples looked at each other in dismay, finding it hard to believe that a Qi Condensation Seventh Stage martial artist could be so effortlessly evading the sword strikes of a Qi Condensation Ninth Stage expert.

Before long, Chang Shuyang’s sword techniques became repetitive, and Ling Feng finally let out a cold laugh, saying indifferently, “What, is that all the power your Dusk Sword Technique has?”

Chang Shuyang clenched his fist, his otherwise handsome face turning crimson with anger, “You little bastard, you’re courting death!”

“You can’t kill me!” Ling Feng raised a finger and waved it in front of Chang Shuyang, then said coldly, “You should watch and learn what the real Dusk Sword Technique is!”