Chapter 1334 - 1331: Shock and the Strange Insect

Stellar Spin, the night swiftly passed.

Buzz!

In the morning, a strong wave of True Yuan spread from Luo Feng’s body, with faint dragon roars echoing in the sky, lingering for a long time.

Xuelian, who was refining the Blood Essence Yuan Pill, was shocked, looking at Luo Feng with astonishment. Without further thought, she dashed out of the training grounds, her beautiful eyes showing residual fear.

The air around Luo Feng vibrated slightly, seemingly influenced by an invisible force, converging into a Qi Dragon, with a domineering and wild demeanor, slowly coiling around his body.

What frightened Xuelian was not the ethereal dragon figure, but the terrifying pressure transmitted from the void.

Luo Feng hadn’t unleashed the Grand Momentum, yet the aura he emitted just now was even more terrifying, Xuelian almost thought she would be annihilated, which was why she fled.

"Could it be the effect of the Blood Essence Yuan Pill? No, it should be related to the cultivation technique he’s practicing. What kind of cultivation technique possesses such suppressive force, I have no power to resist; perhaps even the Blood Demon, or the Blood Demon King that appears once in a thousand years, couldn’t withstand this pressure."

Xuelian’s face was slightly pale, shocked internally, realizing for the first time that this halfway master might not be so simple, possessing unfathomable secrets.

At that moment, the dragon-shaped Qi Force disappeared into Luo Feng, the chaotic Yuan Qi between heaven and earth calmed down, and the mysterious pressure that frightened Xuelian also vanished.

"Mid-stage of True Yuan Realm’s fourth level! The effect of this Blood Essence Yuan Pill exceeds my expectations."

Luo Feng opened his eyes, feeling the changes in True Yuan within him, his gaze intense.

With the aid of the Blood Essence Yuan Pill, his cultivation proceeded smoothly; within one night, his level directly advanced from early stage to mid-stage of the True Yuan Realm’s fourth level, ahead of his previous forecast by several days.

After one night’s consumption, the Blood Essence Yuan Pill had dimmed a bit in color, Luo Feng put it away, seeing Xuelian standing outside the training ground, he said:

"Xuelian, why are you standing so far away?"

Xuelian snapped out of it, looking at Luo Feng, her eyes flickering, shaking her head: "It’s nothing. Congratulations on breaking through the realm, Master."

Luo Feng glanced at Xuelian curiously.

Overnight, Xuelian’s attitude towards him seemed to change considerably, with more respect and a touch of fear in her demeanor and speech.

Unclear why there was such a change, Luo Feng decided not to dwell on it, as long as she held no treacherous intentions, he wouldn’t mind too much.

"Today we will leave Dayang City, usually when others are present, you shouldn’t show yourself." Luo Feng stood up and said.

"Yes."

Xuelian nodded in agreement, asking: "Master, where are we headed?"

"Sword Tomb."

"Sword Tomb?"

Xuelian frowned, pondering, searching her thoughts for clues, but after a moment she gave up, "Master, where is this?"

From the memories of those she had killed, there was no information about the Sword Tomb.

"The Sword Tomb is not in the Canglang Dynasty, it stands alongside the Nine Great Sacred Lands as a mysterious power. Even I don’t know much, once we reach the Sword Tomb, you will naturally understand."

"Is Master traveling to the Sword Tomb this time, passing through here?" Xuelian pondered something and asked.

Luo Feng saw through her thoughts, smiled: "That’s right, I’m just passing by here. Bad luck for you to come out and create chaos at this time."

Hearing this, Xuelian’s eyebrows twitched with some regret.

If she hadn’t encountered Luo Feng, she wouldn’t have fallen into her current predicament. As long as she absorbed enough essence blood and transformed into a Blood Demon, she could traverse the vast world freely.

After preparing a bit, Luo Feng walked out of the courtyard.

Yue Haitang, Jiang Fengfeng, and Su Zhuyun were already waiting in the square, Yang Dingtian was also there.

"Recovered from the injuries?" Luo Feng looked at Jiang Fengfeng and asked.

Jiang Fengfeng pursed her lips, "My injuries are not heavy, want to spar a few moves?"

"Playing tough, if it weren’t for the Qingling Revitalizing Pill from Luo Feng, would you recover so quickly." Su Zhuyun glared at Jiang Fengfeng unpleasantly.

Jiang Fengfeng’s face reddened but she didn’t speak further.

Luo Feng smiled: "Since everyone is here, let’s set out."

As they walked out of Dayang Mansion, Yang Dingtian handed a Spirit Mirror to Luo Feng.

"Son-in-law, Waner asked me to give this to you."

"Yang Wanyi?" Luo Feng glanced at the Spirit Mirror, finding only two words: Thank you.

With a bitter smile, Luo Feng put away the Spirit Mirror; it seemed Yang Wanyi knew about what happened in Dayang City, including his killing of Blood Fiend and saving Yang Dingtian and others.

"Outside Canglang Dynasty, danger could appear anytime during your training. Last time you obtained the map of Demon Sect’s base, causing Blood Demon Sect heavy losses, many Demon Sect experts have their eyes on your life, be very careful, I hope to see you return unharmed, Waner wishes the same." Yang Dingtian patted Luo Feng’s shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Thank you, father-in-law, I will be careful."

Luo Feng bowed, sensing Yang Dingtian’s genuine concern.

After bidding farewell to Yang Dingtian, the group immediately set off.

According to Jiang Fengfeng, the journey from Canglang Dynasty to Sword Tomb spans tens of thousands of miles, passing through Dali Dynasty, Out Cloud Country, Black Dragon Dynasty, and more than ten other dynasties, as well as several dangerous grounds. Even for a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist, to travel at full speed would take at least a month or two, and longer if encountering danger.

Luo Feng was concerned about Shui Linglong’s mention of the Nine Great Sacred Lands selecting disciples in a few months. During the journey, he practiced Divine Dragon Nine Changes and various martial arts tirelessly, aiming to reach a new level of strength before returning, to smoothly enter the Nine Great Martial Arts Sacred Lands for training.

Entering the Nine Great Sacred Lands for training, besides being a martial arts sanctuary in countless Martial Artists’ hearts, held a very important reason for Luo Feng.

In a year, he would need a status to enter the waters of the North Sea and meet Bing Ruolan. As the First New Dragon status, once out of the Canglang Dynasty, no one would know, clearly insufficient. But as a distinguished disciple of the Nine Great Sacred Lands, it would be different.

Even a behemoth like North Sea’s Ice Palace couldn’t ignore the existence of the Nine Great Sacred Lands.

Seemingly influenced by Luo Feng, Yue Haitang, Jiang Fengfeng, and Su Zhuyun also spared no effort in their cultivation.

They traveled during the day and cultivated at night, continuing this pace for two days, leaving Canglang Dynasty to enter the Red Flame Desert.

The boundless desert, a blazing sun hung high, scorching the air into distortion, looking across, the entire desert was like a sea of fire.

Slash!

Sword light flashed, a Firebird descending from the sky to attack was sliced in half by Sword Qi, its carcass falling into the desert, blood raining down.

With a finger, Jiang Fengfeng instantly killed the Firebird, her aura retracted, she moved downwards, smiling at Luo Feng and Yue Haitang: "Our first meeting was here."

Luo Feng glanced at the desert, nodding.

If memory served, this was where he met Jiang Fengfeng and Su Zhuyun.

At that time, he and Yue Haitang were being hunted by Corpse Ghost Taoist, one of the one hundred and eight Demon Generals of Blood Demon Sect; their lives hung by a thread, only to be saved by Jiang Fengfeng and Su Zhuyun.

With the passage of time, unexpectedly, the four had returned here together, heading to the Sword Tomb, and the once dismissive Jiang Fengfeng had become a friend, such was the unpredictable nature of life.

Swish!

Figures tore through the air as the four swept across from mid-air.

At this time, the blood and flesh of the dead Firebird in the desert squirmed, an ugly worm, blood-red and covered in eyeballs, emerged from within.

The eye atop the worm’s head spun, finally locking onto the direction where Luo Feng’s group departed, narrowed slightly, unfolded its wings, transformed into a streak of blood light, and flew off swiftly, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.