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Wu Feng hummed in agreement, then turned and walked out of the front hall.

Walk through the corridor, around the screen wall, and head towards the backyard.

The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard, and Li Qinglu and the others were still sitting in the pavilion.

Wu Feng didn't go over; he went straight back to his room.

He closed the door and sat down on the bed.

He took the Divine Wood King Cauldron out of his backpack and held it in his palm.

The cauldron was not large, and its entire body was black, with a faint fishy smell emanating from it.

This is the remaining poison from practicing the Toad Technique these past few days. Although it's not much, it's better than nothing.

Wu Feng closed his eyes, his mind stirring slightly.

The true energy of the toad surged out from the dantian and flowed slowly along the meridians.

The true energy of the toad is fiery, venomous, and insidious, like a venomous snake covered in thorns, which burns as it travels through the meridians.

The poisonous power within the Divine Wood King Cauldron was drawn out and gradually merged into the true energy.

After circulating his true energy for one cycle, the poison was further refined.

[Toad Skill Proficiency +396]

Wu Feng was immersed in cultivation, his breathing steady.

The light outside the window moved slowly, from bright to dim yellow, and then from dim yellow to dark red.

When Wu Feng opened his eyes again, the room had already darkened.

He glanced at the system time—it was a little past seven in the evening.

He put away the Divine Wood King Cauldron, stood up from the bed, and stretched his wrists.

Pushing open the door and stepping outside, I saw that dusk was falling in the courtyard, with only a last glimmer of dark red light remaining on the horizon.

The lights were already on in several rooms, and the sound of stir-frying could be heard coming from the kitchen.

Wu Feng didn't go to the pavilion to eat; instead, he walked straight through the courtyard and out of the governor's mansion.

The guards at the gate saw him and immediately straightened their backs and saluted.

Wu Feng waved his hand and walked along the main street toward the city gate.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street; a few late-night vendors hurried past pushing their carts. Shops on both sides began to close their doors, one by one turning off their lights.

At the city gate, several soldiers guarding the city saw him and quickly saluted.

Wu Feng nodded and walked out of the city gate.

Once outside the city, he quickened his pace and used his lightness skill to dart northward.

He activated the Lingbo Weibu technique at full power, his figure becoming a flowing shadow on the official road.

The night breeze was cool on my face. A few stars hung in the sky, and the moonlight, though not bright, was sufficient.

After running for less than half an hour, a patch of fire appeared in the distance.

Wu Feng slowed his pace, turned off the official road into the roadside bushes, and crouched down to feel his way forward.

The firelight drew closer, and the outline of the camp became clearer in the field of vision.

The fence formed a large circle, inside which hundreds of tents were arranged neatly.

There was a watchtower on each side of the camp gate, with lanterns hanging on them, their lights swaying in the night wind.

A sentry stood on the watchtower, holding a spear in his hand and a knife at his waist, his eyes scanning the direction outside the camp.

Two rows of guards stood at the camp gate, dressed in iron armor, holding spears in their hands, and with swords hanging at their waists, standing ramrod straight.

Inside the fence, you could see patrol teams moving around, carrying torches, in twos and threes.

Wu Feng lay in the grass and watched for a while, squinting.

The camp was heavily guarded, making a successful raid quite unlikely.

Li Hu was right; the Liao general leading the troops this time was indeed not an incompetent fool.

The location, layout, and defense of the camp were all impeccable.

Seeing the layout of the military camp, Wu Feng lay still in the grass.

The fences, watchtowers, patrol teams, and guards at the camp gate were all arranged in an orderly manner.

As he was observing, he caught a glimpse of the grass moving slightly to his left.

Wu Feng squinted, staring in that direction.

A dark figure peeked out from the bushes, dressed in dark, close-fitting clothes, with his face smeared with black ash, making him almost undetectable without close inspection.

He was a scout.

The man was looking in Wu Feng's direction, his gaze sweeping over the bushes before pausing for a moment.

Right.

The scout immediately reached behind his back and opened his mouth to shout.

With a light tap of his foot, Wu Feng activated the Lingbo Weibu technique at full power, his figure transforming into a flowing shadow in the night, covering the three-zhang distance in an instant.

The scout had barely opened his mouth to utter a single syllable when Wu Feng's hand had already gripped his neck.

"Click."

The sound of the neck bone breaking was very faint and was carried away by the night wind.

The scout's body went limp, a flash of white light appeared, and a ball of light was left on the ground.

Wu Feng bent down and picked it up; it was a dagger and a few taels of silver, which he casually put into his backpack.

He looked up and glanced in the direction of the military camp.

The sentry on the watchtower was still dozing off, his head nodding, unaware of the commotion on their side.

The guards at the camp gate stood ramrod straight, their eyes scanning the official road directly in front of them; no one looked toward the bushes.

Wu Feng's lips curled up.

This army is indeed well-equipped, with scouts, spies, and a tight defense.

Unfortunately, I ran into him.

Since we're already here, let's try out the effects of the Toad Kung Fu.

He stood up from the grass, took a deep breath, and with a light step, his body rose into the air.

With a few light steps in the air, she gracefully crossed the fence and landed behind a tent on the edge of the military camp.

It landed silently.

He stood close to the tent for a while, listening to the sounds around him.

There were footsteps to the left; two sentries were patrolling and heading this way.

It was quiet on the right; there was no one there.

Wu Feng came out from behind the tent and ran into a sentry.

The man had just turned the corner when he saw another person suddenly appear in front of him. His eyes widened, and he reached for the hilt of his knife.

Wu Feng slapped him on the head, unleashing his inner force, and the man instantly turned into white light.

The second sentry heard the noise and turned around. Before he could see what it was, Wu Feng's second palm strike had already arrived.

A flash of white light appeared, and two orbs of light appeared on the ground.

Wu Feng didn't pick it up and continued walking inside.

The military camp was very large, with rows of tents, some lit up and some dark.

He chose an open space between the tents and stood there. There were no sentries within a dozen feet around him, and the sound of snoring could be heard from the nearest tent.

Wu Feng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

With a slight thought, the true energy of the Vermilion Toad in his dantian surged.

The fiery and venomous true energy surged through his meridians to his limbs and bones. He suddenly opened his eyes and shook his arms.

Red mist emanated from his body, spreading outwards like a tide.

The fog was so thick it was almost tangible, glowing with a dark red light in the night, and the air around it tasted sweet and pungent.

woo-

A muffled groan came from the first tent shrouded in mist.

Then came the second and the third.

The soldier awoke with a start, clutching his neck, his mouth agape but unable to breathe, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, his face turning from red to purple, then from purple to black.

Someone crawled out of the tent, but froze as soon as half of their body was exposed. Blood flowed from their seven orifices, a flash of white light, and they were gone.

Wu Feng stood still, watching the fog continue to spread.

At the edge of the field of vision, kill notifications started flooding the screen.

[You have killed a Liao soldier and gained 1200 experience points.]

[You have killed a Liao soldier and gained 1200 experience points.]

[You have killed a Liao soldier and gained 1200 experience points.]

The prompts kept popping up one after another, so fast that they were impossible to see.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes.

This toad-shaped martial art is indeed quite potent.

This area of ​​effect is indeed incredibly powerful; using it to kill minions is like a game-changer.

He sighed inwardly, releasing his true energy continuously, and the poisonous mist from the toad spread outward from him.

Ten zhang, twenty zhang, thirty zhang.

Within the area shrouded in fog, not a single soldier could last three breaths.

Some died in their tents without even knowing what had happened.

Some ran out and took a few steps before collapsing to the ground, followed by a flash of white light.

Some knelt on the ground, clutching their own necks with both hands, their eyes bulging out, and foaming at the mouth.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene.

This poisonous mist from the toad is truly deadly.

The ultimate skill is indeed terrifying.

Once such a skill is unleashed, even a large number of soldiers around will be rendered useless.