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Chu Feng sat down at the table and took out the animal skin scroll with its ancient luster from his pocket.

That was the divine power of the Sky-Shattering Slash, a treasure that Blood Rakshasa was willing to risk his life to deliver to him.

Although it was only a fragment, the sword intent contained within it made his heart tremble at just one glance.

If he were to face the assassins hired by Liu Ruoxue, that iron knife alone probably wouldn't be enough.

You should at least learn this first move.

Chu Feng calmed his breathing, collected his mind, and probed in with his divine sense.

boom!

The moment his consciousness made contact, Chu Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and he was sucked into a boundless starry sky.

There is no sky or earth here, no sun or moon, only countless stars shining with a cold light.

Not far in front of him, a blurry, unreal figure sat cross-legged with its back to him.

The phantom figure was tall and imposing, exuding an ancient aura that was difficult to define.

It was as if the entire starry sky would revolve around him simply because he was sitting there.

"senior……"

Chu Feng tentatively called out.

The phantom ignored him and simply stood up slowly.

As he stood up, a terrifying suction force erupted, and the starlight from billions of miles around began to converge on him.

Chu Feng felt his breath catch in his throat, and even his soul trembled.

"this……"

This aura, though not as oppressive as that of Feng Jiuyou at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

But in terms of pure killing intent, it is even more so!

A long sword appeared in the phantom's hand at some unknown time. The blade was as black as ink, and the edge was not visible. It only had an extreme sharpness that seemed capable of cutting through everything.

He faced the boundless sea of ​​stars and raised the knife in his hand.

The movements were very slow, so slow that Chu Feng could see the movement of every muscle in his body and feel the trajectory of the spiritual energy flowing within him.

But it was precisely this slowness that gave Chu Feng the illusion that he couldn't escape it.

It was as if this slash would cut anyone, no matter where they fled to, in two.

"cut!"

The phantom uttered a cold word.

Immediately afterwards, the jet-black longsword, carrying an aura capable of cleaving the heavens, crashed down upon the sea of ​​stars!

A flash of light.

Chu Feng was stunned.

The glint of the blade wasn't very bright; in fact, it was somewhat dim.

But the moment it fell, the once calm sea of ​​stars seemed to have been torn open with a huge rift.

Countless stars shattered instantly under the flash of the blade, turning into a sky full of meteors.

Heaven and earth collapsed, and all things perished!

Chu Feng was stunned, completely immersed in that breathtaking scene.

He subconsciously followed the movements of the afterimage, mimicking the trajectory of that slash in his mind.

He swung his sword and brought it down.

He swung his sword again, and slashed down once more.

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...

Chu Feng felt as if his soul had transformed into that knife, repeating that simple action over and over again in the starry sky.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

With each swing of his sword, the sword comprehension he inherited from Feng Jiuyou flowed away from his mind like water.

That was his most treasured possession!

Since Feng Jiuyou is not a sword cultivator, that insight is all the more precious.

Now, this Sky-Shattering Slash is like a bottomless pit, devouring his insights.

"Stop, stop, stop! Use it sparingly, bro!"

Chu Feng screamed in his mind, trying to stop what he was doing.

But the phantom seemed to possess a magical power, drawing his soul to continue wielding the sword, making it impossible for him to stop.

"Holy crap, my realization! My precious realization!"

As Chu Feng watched his insights into the Dao of the Sword transform from a small river into a mere trickle, and finally to a pitiful single drop, his heart bled.

"This isn't cultivation, this is just burning money!"

And it's burning non-renewable resources!

Finally, after unleashing what seemed like the umpteenth strike, Chu Feng felt the pulling force on the illusory figure disappear.

The blurry figure turned its head. Although it had no facial features, Chu Feng seemed to see an approving look in its eyes.

"The first move... is complete."

The phantom's voice echoed in his mind before dissipating into starlight.

The entire starry sky collapsed, and Chu Feng's consciousness abruptly returned to reality.

"Huff... huff..."

Chu Feng suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

He felt dizzy and extremely weak, as if Feng Jiuyou had drained him again.

But when he sensed the deep imprint of the knife in his mind, a look of wild joy appeared on his tired face.

Become!

Although it was only one move, this strike already possessed three-tenths of the charm of that illusory image!

If he could unleash his full power, he was confident that he could cut a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage in two with a single strike!

"Hehe, although I lost some insights this time, it wasn't a complete loss."

Chu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little better.

"If you lose your insights, you can find a female cultivator to help you regain them. As long as your technique is good, this kind of thing is endless."

"Ahem, of course, she has to be a female cultivator who knows swordsmanship."

……

In the early morning, the thin mist had not yet dissipated in Yunze City.

Chu Feng got up from the soft couch in the Tianzihao Inn and stretched lazily.

Last night I was so tired from forcing myself to comprehend the "Sky Destruction Slash" that I slept like a log.

He washed up and changed into the moon-white robe of an inner disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

With that blood-red longsword hanging at his waist, he was quite the handsome young master.

"Waiter, the bill is due."

Chu Feng pushed open the door and walked out, casually tossing out a piece of broken silver.

The waiter jingled the silver in his hand, his back almost touching the ground, and smiled obsequiously, "Young master, please take care. Next time you come, I'll reserve this top-class room for you!"

Chu Feng waved his hand, strode out of the inn, and headed straight for the city gate.

Once we leave Yunze City and return to Liuyun Sect, this trip will be considered a complete success.

But just as he reached the bottom of the tall city gate, a gust of wind carrying a rich, fragrant scent suddenly blocked his way.

"Young Master Chu is leaving already? Without even saying goodbye to my sister."

Su Qingyi, dressed in a long blue dress, stood gracefully in the middle of the city gate.

She changed her hairstyle today, her black hair was styled into a simple bun, with a few strands hanging down beside her fair neck.

That mature woman's charm is enough to make most men weak in the knees.

Behind her followed a maid in red, her head bowed, looking very obedient.

Chu Feng paused, his heart skipping a beat.

Why did that old hag chase after us?

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and smiled, "Building Manager Su, why did you come to see me off in person?"