Chapter 56: The Sword Ends Ye Yunqi's Grudge

Chapter 56: The Sword Ends Ye Yunqi's Grudge

Within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, there were no stars, no moon, and no sun—no alternation between day and night. Yet, the realm was lush with dense vegetation, rolling mountains, rushing rivers, and an abundance of spiritual energy.

"Truly worthy of a secret realm that opens only once every hundred years. Astonishing," Chen Feng sighed as he uprooted a herb emitting faint rays of multicolored light.

Such a phenomenon had already surpassed the level of rare herbs—it was a spiritual herb.

During his year in the Huntian Sect, Chen Feng had not only made rapid progress in his cultivation and swordsmanship but had also gained a more comprehensive understanding of all aspects of cultivation. He now knew the classifications of weapons and medicines.

The lowest tier was common herbs, which were useful to ordinary people but held little value for martial artists. Above them were rare herbs, suitable for those in the Body Forging Realm.

Beyond that were spiritual herbs, possessing unique properties and effects far surpassing those of rare herbs. Among them, the Foundation Establishment True Pill and the Blood Coagulation True Pill required spiritual herbs as a primary ingredient—though these were the lowest-tier spiritual herbs.

The spiritual liquids Chen Feng had absorbed while cultivating the Huntian Sword Body were brewed from various spiritual herbs.

Above spiritual herbs were saint medicines.

Martial cultivation began with the Body Forging Realm, followed by the Aperture Opening Realm, Meridian Forging Realm, Qi Sea Realm, Divine Wheel Realm, Condensing Truth Realm, Return to Origin Realm, Rebirth Realm, Transcendent Realm, and Dao Integration Realm. Beyond that lay the Saint Realm.

Saint medicines corresponded to the Saint Realm.

The legend of the elixir of longevity within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm had been passed down since ancient times, but no one had ever found it. Over time, it became a mere myth.

However, the experts of various major factions firmly believed the legend to be true.

It was simply that saint medicines were exceedingly rare and difficult to obtain.

Finding one required the right timing, luck, and personal strength—all indispensable and crucial.

Chen Feng swiftly stored the spiritual herb into the Huntian Space Ring bestowed upon him by the sect. The ring contained its own spatial dimension, as vast as a grand hall, capable of holding many items.

Most in the Body Forging Realm did not enjoy such privileges. Even those who possessed spatial rings rarely had one with such ample space.

As for the spiritual herbs and other treasures found in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, upon leaving, seventy percent had to be surrendered to the sect, leaving only thirty percent for personal retention.

"With only three days, I must spare no effort in searching for the saint medicine," Chen Feng thought to himself, his eyes sharp as blades.

Having been accepted into the Huntian Sect and taken under his master's guidance, he had advanced by leaps and bounds. Now, with a chance to repay his master, he could not afford to miss this opportunity.

Even if he ultimately failed to find the elixir of longevity, at least he would have tried his utmost.

And if he truly failed, there might still be other opportunities in the future.

No matter what, he could not let any chance slip by.

Just as Chen Feng was about to continue forward, his footsteps suddenly halted, his gaze sharpening as a cold glint flashed deep within his pupils. Without hesitation, he turned around.

Three figures were rapidly closing in at an astonishing speed, their powerful auras locking onto him.

"Ye Yunqi!"

Chen Feng's slightly furrowed brows relaxed—this was within expectations.

"Chen Feng, this is where you will meet your end." Ye Yunqi's gaze was icy to the extreme, no longer holding back. His long blade unsheathed, his Tidal Bloodline activated, waves of power surged around him, his aura climbing layer by layer to its peak. "Senior brothers, lend me your strength."

"As fellow disciples of Tiancang Peak, it is only right." Zhao Guangji smiled, but his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness as they locked onto Chen Feng. He had not forgotten the humiliation Chen Feng had inflicted upon him aboard the Sky Patrol Giant Ship.

"Chen Feng, don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being too arrogant." The third young man looked at Chen Feng with a trace of pity, sighing softly.

"And who the hell are you?" Chen Feng remained expressionless, his response unhurried.

In truth, Chen Feng knew him—Lin Han, a former true disciple of Tiancang Peak, at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

The pity on Lin Han’s face vanished, replaced by cold ruthlessness.

"Since you’ve chosen to kill me, then be prepared to die here." Chen Feng wasted no more words. He still had to search for the elixir of longevity and seize opportunities—time was limited, and he couldn’t afford to waste it.

"Kill!"

Ye Yunqi roared, leaping forward in an instant, covering over a dozen meters in a single bound. His blade, wreathed in dense Blood Light, slashed down with the force of a thousand crashing waves, holding nothing back.

Zhao Guangji and Lin Han activated their Innate Divine Traits but did not attack directly, instead positioning themselves to support Ye Yunqi from the flanks.

Chen Feng’s right hand gripped his sword hilt, his eyes growing sharper. The immense Huntian Sword Force surged within him, pouring into the scabbard and filling the blade. The moment Ye Yunqi’s killing strike descended, Chen Feng drew his sword.

The sword light condensed into a single thread, a straight line that seemed to sever heaven and earth, dividing the world with absolute clarity.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

The terrifying, bone-chilling killing intent locked onto Ye Yunqi, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. His powerful blood seemed to freeze, and the flow of his Force slowed, becoming sluggish.

The overwhelming momentum of his blade strike faltered as if obstructed.

Unbeknownst to him, though Ye Yunqi had made significant progress in cultivation and strength over the past few months, Chen Feng’s improvement had been far more astonishing.

Even if Chen Feng had not yet fully mastered the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art, his understanding of it had deepened, and its power had more than doubled compared to three months prior.

Back then, even Li Wuji had been severely wounded—or even killed—by a single strike.

And Ye Yunqi’s current strength was still inferior to Zhao Kuang’s from three months ago.

The thread-like sword light pierced through the air, striking terror into Ye Yunqi’s heart.

Yet, he could not evade in the slightest.

The sword light slashed through. Before Ye Yunqi’s full-powered blade could even descend, it froze in place—never to complete its strike.

Thud.

Ye Yunqi’s head rolled to the ground, blood gushing from his neck. His face was frozen in shock and confusion.

"Chen Feng! You dare kill a fellow disciple?!" Zhao Guangji and Lin Han’s expressions twisted in horror. They had never expected Ye Yunqi to be slain so effortlessly.

"Today, the two of us will capture and suppress you!" Lin Han snarled.

The two erupted with their full power, attacking from both sides.

"Seeking death!"

Chen Feng’s eyes turned utterly merciless.

These two, had they not colluded with Ye Yunqi to deal with me, might have lived. But now, having chosen the path of death, I shall grant them their wish.

The Flowing Cup Sword gleamed brilliantly, like autumn water spanning the sky, cold and desolate.

In an instant, a sword strike tore through the air, carrying unparalleled sharpness and overwhelming killing intent—a strike meant to claim lives and seize souls.

It was one of the Eight Lethal Strikes.

This top-grade sword technique, wielded by Chen Feng, was executed with deadly precision, each strike aiming to kill, terrifyingly fierce and ruthless.

Fighting one against two!

Yet, Chen Feng did not falter in the slightest.

Zhao Guangji and Lin Han were utterly shocked.

Chen Feng's one-strike kill of Ye Yunqi had partly been due to Ye Yunqi's lack of preparedness. Moreover, both of them had cultivated longer than Ye Yunqi and believed their strength surpassed his.

Yet, even joining forces, they couldn't suppress Chen Feng?

How could a mere Mortal Body possess such power?

Their fear deepened.

Chen Feng effortlessly wielded various sword techniques—Wind Demon Hundred Strikes, Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon, and other movements seamlessly interwoven. Such mastery was leagues beyond Zhao Guangji and Lin Han, despite their extra year or two of cultivation.

For a time, the two struggled to keep up with Chen Feng's rhythm, instead finding themselves suppressed.

Another flash of sword light, like a line splitting the sea and sky, cleaved through the void and slashed through Lin Han's body with unstoppable force.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

The might of this supreme sword technique was truly horrifying—among peers, almost no one could withstand it.

Lin Han was bisected at the waist, his body split in two, blood and organs spilling across the ground. The overwhelming stench of gore struck Zhao Guangji, turning his face deathly pale.

"Chen Feng, there's no enmity between us. This was all Ye Yunqi's fault!" Zhao Guangji cowered. He had delayed breaking through to the Aperture Opening Realm for the sake of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm's opportunities. Helping Ye Yunqi had been incidental—never had he imagined it would lead to this.

He didn't want to die!

"Speaking of this now is far too late," Chen Feng replied indifferently, thrusting his sword toward Zhao Guangji.

"Chen Feng... no, Senior Brother Chen! I can swear to follow you!" Desperate to live, Zhao Guangji was willing to pay any price.

But the only response he received was a sword light.

A peerless sword light, cutting through everything, severing all in its path, carrying an incomparably terrifying sword might—it descended upon Zhao Guangji.