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Chu Feng shook his head, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

"Alright, enough of the nonsense."

"My time is precious; it costs around a thousand spirit stones for an incense stick to burn. I don't have time to waste with you."

The voice just fell.

Deep within his dantian, the two small infants sitting cross-legged opened their eyes simultaneously.

Pure Yang divine fire surged around the Crimson Gold Nascent Soul, while the Blade Intent of the Azure Black Nascent Soul also surged.

Two ultimate forces, though originating from the same source, were completely different and merged together in his meridians.

This is not a killing move like the Soul-Severing Technique; it merely activates the internal energy within the Golden Core.

In short, it's pure power.

If I had to give this move a name, it would be...

The power of numbers!

Du Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt that the aura emanating from the kid opposite him suddenly surged to an exaggerated level.

"This...this isn't the power of someone in the early Nascent Soul stage!"

He instinctively tried to unleash his power to withstand the pressure.

late.

Chu Feng didn't even raise his sword; he simply touched his brow, sending out an invisible sharpness.

That was a divine soul blade formed by the pure Yang divine fire and the soul-severing blade intent.

It crossed ten zhang of void without a sound and directly entered Du Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"puff."

A muffled thud exploded in Du Yuan's mind.

His mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, protective demonic energy, and natal magic weapon all failed to stop him.

It was as if my soul had been struck by lightning; my mind went completely blank, and I couldn't remember anything.

His body froze stiffly in mid-air, unable to move even a single finger.

next moment.

A blood-red longsword was already pressed against his brow.

The blade was icy cold.

Du Yuan struggled to regain his senses from that blank space.

The first thing that caught his eye was a knife.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and cold sweat trickled down his gaunt cheeks and into his collar.

"You...how could you..."

"One move?"

Chu Feng tilted his head and chuckled, "Old man, I'm all too familiar with cross-border brawls."

"You think you've gained a significant advantage, but..."

With a gentle press of the knife tip, a bead of blood seeped from Du Yuan's brow.

"You're too greedy, so greedy that you can't see I already have something to rely on!"

……

The Xia family hall below was completely silent.

Xia Zhensheng stared with his mouth agape, the empty teacup still held in mid-air, forgotten to be put down.

Elder Du, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

one move.

He only used one move before someone held a knife to his forehead.

His mind was buzzing.

What kind of monster is this kid?

Xia Qiming collapsed onto the bluestone bricks, his face pressed against the ground, his lips trembling.

Just now, he was mentally shouting, "Die, Chu Feng!"

Now, he can't shout anymore.

The powerful figure he painstakingly recruited was someone he believed could sweep away the Xia family.

Now someone has a knife pointed at his head.

"No...it's impossible..."

He kept repeating those three words to himself.

Xia Hanyan tilted her head back, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

She bit her lower lip, forcing back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.

This man.

It certainly didn't disappoint at all.

……

In mid-air, Chu Feng sheathed his sword and looked at the living Buddha in front of him with a smile.

"Elder Du, do you still remember the oath we made?"

Du Yuan felt a shiver run through his body.

A vow of faith.

Those who break their oaths will be given storage rings.

What was his purpose in cultivating to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

All they care about is money!

If we were to give it to him, it would be no different from killing him outright.

But if you don't give it to them, Heaven won't play games with you.

"You...you're here to carry on the legacy, aren't you?"

Du Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Here, take it all!"

"Hey, what are you saying?"

Chu Feng waved his hand, his face full of earnestness.

"You lost those things to me, you didn't give them to me."

"Come on, remove the brand, and hand over the ring."

Du Yuan closed his eyes, his old face filled with humiliation and utter despair.

He raised his hand shakily and probed his storage ring with his divine sense.

Little by little, he personally wiped away the divine mark that had followed him for hundreds of years.

The ring slipped off his withered finger and floated to Chu Feng's feet.

Chu Feng reached out and caught it, weighed it in his hand, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"That felt great!"

"Damn, no wonder he's a respected elder of Wanzhen Pavilion, his family is really well-off."

When he scanned the area with his divine sense, his mouth stretched almost to his ears in a wide grin.

There was a large pile of high-grade spirit stones, a full compartment filled with fifth and sixth-grade pills, and several Nascent Soul level magic artifacts of decent quality.

This looting haul is much richer than Jian Wuhen's last one.

"It's here! It's here!"

Chu Feng couldn't hold back his smile any longer. "Now that's what you call getting something for nothing! You don't even need to put up any capital. It really is these illegal methods of making money!"

Du Yuan watched as his family's wealth was pocketed by someone else, and his vision blurred; he almost fainted.

Chu Feng put the ring into his sleeve and returned to the hall.

He walked slowly over to Xia Qiming, who was still lying on the ground, with his hands behind his back.

"This...is this Young Master Xia?"

Xia Qiming trembled like a leaf, and scrambled backward to hide.

"Chu, Holy Son of Chu, I, I was wrong..."

"Wrong?"

Chu Feng squatted down, looking at him with a smile, "You used your own cousin as bait to sell to that old lecher, risking the entire Xia family as a gamble, and you're even betraying the Liuyun Sect and the Xia family."

"This is not something that can be covered up with a simple 'mistake'."

Xia Qiming's face turned deathly pale, his lips moved but he couldn't say anything.

Xia Zhensheng watched from the side, his old face turning pale and then red, before finally letting out a heavy sigh.

That unfilial son of his has truly pushed the Xia family into a pit of fire.

Chu Feng was pondering what to do with this cargo.

Suddenly, Hongxiu's footsteps came from behind.

"Young master."

Chu Feng turned around.

Hongxiu approached with small, quick steps, holding a jade slip in her hand.

Her expression was a little strange, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Young Master, it's a message from Master Su, it just arrived."

"Oh?"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, casually took the jade slip, and infused it with a trace of spiritual power.

The next moment, a lazy yet alluring voice floated out from the jade slip.

"Hongxiu, please tell Young Master Chu."

"Kill the people from Wanzhen Pavilion for me, and our Jubao Tower will offer 100,000 spirit stones."

Chu Feng's eyes lit up.

Wow, when you're hungry, someone brings you a pillow; when you're sleepy, someone brings you food.

They just finished taking advantage of one elder, and now someone else is chasing after them.

He was happily planning how to spend the 100,000.

The voice in the jade slip paused for a moment.

"If he feels it's not enough..."

"I can pay more!"