You call this the way of the sword?

Over the next two days, Bai Xiaoxing made full use of her abilities.

Cultivating one's character and alleviating the boredom of the journey.

To act as a guide.

Infiltrate the demon stronghold to gather intelligence.

She didn't need Yang Qingfeng to give orders to lead the charge and bravely venture into the battlefield. She simply took a step and transformed into a skeleton, blending in with a group of sword spirits without looking out of place at all.

It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful.

They explored three more battle scars, but none of them revealed anything like the Long Abyss Lotus.

The ancient power within it was in a chaotic state. Yang Qingfeng didn't know the intricacies of it, but he could clearly sense that it was mottled and mixed, as if it had been polluted and lost its original magical power.

The most obvious point is that the bronze pieces did not react to these ancient powers.

In addition, information regarding underwear has also come to an abrupt halt.

Bai Xiaoxing made inquiries from various sources and discovered that most demons and ghosts did not recognize underwear. Later, when he encountered other bat demons, they were also completely unaware of it.

Yang Qingfeng was not surprised by this, so he simply left it to Bai Xiaoxing to investigate slowly, while he headed to the Lingyu instance according to the original route.

The Spirit Feather instance is located in the northwest of the central part of the Plains Battlefield. Various races have outposts in this area, making it a high-incidence zone for friction and conflict.

Yang Qingfeng, alone with his sword, traversed the battlefield, only to find the atmosphere amiss as soon as he arrived.

There were more than a dozen human teams surrounding the dungeon entrance, but none of them went inside. They were divided into two camps, one large and one small, and both seemed to be wary of each other.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out they were from the same clan but different lineages.

Besides Yu Xia's team, the other side was composed of people of different races.

This was Yang Qingfeng's first time meeting foreigners, but some characteristics he had heard about helped him to accurately distinguish them at first glance.

Examples include the United States, the island nation, the queen nation, and the romantic nation. The most eye-catching one is the Indian brother picking his toes while holding a weapon.

Yang Qingfeng thought that must be the most poisonous weapon in the world, and quickly looked to the other side, whereupon his mental world was immediately cleansed and purified.

In comparison, the people of Yuxia have a naturally sunny and upright spirit, and there are two familiar faces among them that look very friendly.

As Yang Qingfeng walked towards them, Yu Xia's teams immediately became alert. But as Yang Qingfeng removed his mask and revealed his true face, two surprised voices rang out at the same time.

"Senior Brother Yang!"

"Junior Brother Yang!"

After several days apart, Qin Hongru and Lin Miaoyu returned to the battlefield.

They had both been looking at the foreign team next door with long faces and hostility, but when they saw Yang Qingfeng, their eyes lit up and their demeanor changed instantly.

Just like seeing the most beautiful rainbow after the rain, one's mood instantly brightens, allowing all pretense to be shed, revealing a radiant smile and a captivating charm.

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and in the blink of an eye, two beautiful figures appeared before her.

Yang Qingfeng casually put his mask back on and asked with a smile, "Senior sisters, why aren't you going into the dungeon?"

Lin Miaoyu countered, "Why are you wearing a mask? Are you trying to avoid your enemies?"

As she spoke, she grabbed Yang Qingfeng's sleeve, looking around with a fierce yet endearing expression.

Qin Hongru ignored all of that, but she pulled Yang Qingfeng along and led him into the camp, saying, "You came at the wrong time. The situation is completely deadlocked now. Going into the base might mean death."

As they approached the campfire, the captains of Yu Xia's various teams cast curious glances their way.

"Why are you alone, fellow Daoist?"

"That's strange. Qin Hongru calls you junior brother, and Lin Miaoyu calls you senior brother. What should you call me?"

"Brother, would you like to drink?"

"Hey, you guys all have different ways of addressing him, are you testing me or something? Uh... bro! Sit down!"

Perhaps because they couldn't run dungeons for the time being, these team leaders were putting all their effort into talking.

Yang Qingfeng was left speechless, having received six different nicknames after walking only a few steps.

In order to avoid being listed too quickly, he took off his national religion brooch, changed his clothes, and wore the pig head mask given to him by Bai Xiaoxing, which was a bit strange and impolite.

However, these team leaders were quite quirky and interesting. Sitting among them, Yang Qingfeng suddenly felt that the world was vast and that politeness was just a cliché.

Moreover, masks have a special kind of magic; once you put one on, it's as if you've been reborn.

Even though Yang Qingfeng was usually not very talkative, he joined in the banter and said, "Gentlemen, you can just call me Pig Monster."

A captain wearing a Taoist robe pinched his chin, clicked his tongue, and shook his head, saying, "Pig Monster is no good. It makes people think of experience points, which sounds a bit like asking for a beating. It would be better to call him Pig Hero."

"Ew~~~"

The female captain standing nearby shivered. "Can you please stop using reduplicated words so formally?"

Lin Miaoyu interjected shyly, "I think 'Swordsman' would be fine."

Qin Hongru, who was also a team leader, pursed her lips into an impressive expression and nodded, saying, "I agree. Junior Brother Yang deserves the title of swordsman."

She then recounted how she and Lin Miaoyu had been rescued from their predicament. The team leaders listened with great interest, and in the end, they all bowed to Yang Qingfeng.

"I was blind to your greatness, my apologies."

"I've mistaken a hero for a joke, please forgive me."

"Because I am in the midst of this mountain, what can I do?"

"So it's Guan Yu selling tofu, I've heard so much about you."

"...I'll tell on you, I...I was blind, I deserve to die!"

Puchi~

Even the most aloof female cultivators couldn't help but laugh, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

Lin Miaoyu quietly moved behind Yang Qingfeng, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Senior brother, have I caused you any trouble?"

If he weren't wearing a mask, Yang Qingfeng would almost certainly be overwhelmed by all the compliments, but now that he's wearing a mask, he accepts them with equanimity.

"It's no trouble. If this mask can really intimidate demons and monsters in the area, that would be great."

Yang Qingfeng was just speaking casually, but everyone present was embarrassed and silent. Only Lin Miaoyu, who was standing behind him, had her eyes shining, as if she was moved.

Yang Qingfeng looked at Qin Hongru thoughtfully, "Senior Sister just said the situation was at a stalemate, what happened?"

Qin Hongru immediately looked worried. "We were attacked here before, and that's how we met you. To put it simply, a group of demons and ghosts have been targeting the Lingyu dungeon, specifically targeting us when we leave the dungeon. Many teams have suffered as a result."

Speaking of what happened here, all the cultivators present were filled with resentment and indignation.

The Taoist captain sighed, "It's all the result of the seeds sown last year."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a female cultivator sneered, "A bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails, daring to call themselves imitators of Li Qingxuan. They're giving them too much face. Sooner or later, we'll drag them out and kill them all."

After listening to everyone's account, Yang Qingfeng quickly learned the whole story.

The reason for this was the Pingchuan Grand Competition last year. After being terrified by Li Qingxuan and others, this year's new demon and ghost talents entered the competition nearly half a year earlier and have grown up considerably after their training.

About half a month ago, they started to take advantage of their numbers to attack various dungeons. Qin Hongru and her group were caught off guard and almost died.

Shortly before Yang Qingfeng arrived, the demons launched an attack, killing and injuring many people. Some of the Yu Xia teams went to pursue them and have not yet returned.

Qin Hongru and the others did not enter the instance for two reasons: firstly, they were afraid of being ambushed again, and secondly, they were guarding the entrance for those solo players who insisted on entering the instance despite being advised against it. But in fact, they were also worried.

If the demons suddenly launch a counterattack, their few teams alone might not be able to stop them.

"And what about them?"

Yang Qingfeng looked at the next room. Several foreign teams showed no intention of entering the dungeon and had been staring at them the whole time. They all seemed to have ill intentions.