I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

Zhang Tong was completely stunned by what he saw, his mind went blank, and he felt like he was in a nightmare.

More than ten cultivators of the same level joined forces to besiege him, including a Foundation Establishment Level 6 expert. It should have been an absolute crushing defeat.

But the outcome was completely different; it was their side that was crushed and slaughtered.

Looking at the blood and mangled corpses scattered on the ground, and then at Lin Feng, whose aura was violent and who resembled a ferocious beast.

Zhang Tong's legs went weak, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground hard.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life!"

"I was blinded by greed and bewitched; I will never do it again!"

He kept kowtowing, the dull thuds echoing one after another, and blood seeped from his forehead in a short while, but he still dared not stop.

"Da da—"

The sound of light footsteps stopped in front of me.

Zhang Tong subconsciously looked up and met Lin Feng's expressionless face. Her heart trembled and her face turned even paler.

His mind raced, and he hurriedly shouted, trying to gain a chance at survival.

"Fellow Daoist, you wish to enter the interior of the Cangxuan Ancient Ruins, right? I have a way to help you enter smoothly!"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Speak!"

"If I can help you, fellow Daoist, could you spare my life?"

A glimmer of hope for survival ignited in Zhang Tong's eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Since you have shown remorse, and if your plan is effective, I can let you escape a hundred feet first."

"Should we escape a hundred paces first?"

Zhang Tong was overjoyed and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

The attack range of ordinary martial arts techniques used by Foundation Establishment cultivators is only a few dozen feet, and a distance of a hundred feet is enough for him to escape perfectly.

As long as he can escape to the bustling market ahead, the other party will definitely not dare to make a move in public.

"To enter the Cangxuan Ancient Ruins, one must join a top-tier sect to gain the qualification."

"Nonsense!" Lin Feng frowned, making a gesture as if to raise his hand and kill him with a single blow.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down! Let me finish speaking!"

Zhang Tong was terrified and hurriedly said, "Three days from now, the Hundred Refinements Sect will publicly recruit inner disciples. If you are successfully selected, you will have the opportunity to enter the Cangxuan Ancient Ruins!"

"The Hundred Refinements Sect?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly and murmured softly.

Zhang Tong quickly recounted the details, not daring to omit anything.

"The Hundred Refinements Sect is a top-tier physical cultivation sect in Xuanhuang Prefecture. It specializes in body tempering techniques and emphasizes the unity of the physical body and spiritual power."

"When a cultivator achieves mastery in their cultivation, they can shake mountains and rivers with their strength, possessing boundless power, and their physical body is comparable to indestructible armor."

"Ordinary magical artifacts and treasures cannot even cause the slightest damage."

"Furthermore, the Hundred Refinements Sect possesses its supreme martial art, the 'Hundred Refinements Vajra Body,' a technique of extremely high quality. Upon mastering it, one can achieve physical sainthood, making it incomparably powerful!"

Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly, his mind racing as he weighed the pros and cons.

He looked up at Zhang Tong and said calmly, "You seem to know quite a bit about the Hundred Refinements Sect."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tong gave an awkward smile, looked at Lin Feng, and pleaded hopefully, "Fellow Daoist, I have already told you the method to enter the Void, can you let me leave?"

Go!

Lin Feng waved his sleeve and said in a calm tone, "I'll allow you to escape a hundred feet before I make my move."

Having received permission, Zhang Tong dared not delay, and his spiritual power surged dramatically.

His figure transformed into a blur, suddenly darting out and rushing swiftly towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Who on earth is this person? He's absolutely terrifying!"

"What a monster! Luckily, I reacted quickly and bought myself a hundred feet to escape!"

"I survived!"

Zhang Tong unleashed his full spiritual power, his figure flashing as the bustling market came into view.

But just as he was about to escape, everything suddenly went black.

A head flew into the air, and blood gushed out.

In the courtyard, Lin Feng remained standing still, his figure motionless.

He raised his hand and gestured, and a dagger swept through the air and landed steadily in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred feet in an instant, a sword falls and a head flies away!

Lin Feng has never been a kind-hearted person.

He has climbed back from the abyss to the human world, and his heart has long been hardened like ice. How could he be so soft-hearted as to be a woman?

The dagger in his hand came from Murong Xue's storage ring; it was a Heaven-rank spiritual weapon, truly extraordinary.

Then he bent down to pick up the storage ring that had fallen to the ground and took stock of his spoils.

"Sixty-seven spiritual herbs, thirty thousand spirit stones, more than ten bottles of pills, more than a dozen earth-rank spiritual artifacts... Hmm? There's even a heaven-rank spiritual artifact!"

A hint of joy flashed across Lin Feng's eyes.

Zhang Tong and his group were merely low-level cultivators in Xuanhuang City, yet they were unexpectedly so wealthy. It seems they had committed many evil deeds in their daily lives.

With the acquisition of numerous treasures, his savings instantly increased several times over.

After storing all the spoils in his storage ring, Lin Feng pondered the "method" Zhang Tong had mentioned before his death.

"The only option now is to go to the Hundred Refinements Sect and give it a try."

Not long after Lin Feng left, a figure slowly walked out from the bustling market and stood in the open space in front of the courtyard.

Looking at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground, a deep sense of dread surged in the depths of his eyes.

"Zhang Tong, I will definitely avenge you!"

The visitor was none other than Zhang Hengshan, Zhang Tong's elder brother, who had narrowly escaped death.

He knew that his cultivation was far inferior to Lin Feng's and that he was powerless to resist him. If he wanted to avenge his brother, he could only rely on his master.

Fortunately, before his death, Zhang Tong inadvertently led Lin Feng to the Hundred Refinements Sect, which gave him a pretext to beg his master for help.

Immediately, Zhang Hengshan began collecting the remains and erasing all traces from the scene…

In the southern suburbs of the city, a magnificent pavilion stands.

Inside and outside the building, servants stood in rows, all holding their breath and focusing their attention on a tightly closed, quiet room.

The stone door to the quiet room was tightly closed, and an increasingly powerful aura permeated the air, like a mountain pressing down, making everyone present breathless.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the stone gate burst open, and a violent shockwave swept in all directions. A young man with a powerful stride stepped out.

The young man's blood surged, powerful and domineering, like a tiger that had been lying dormant and was about to be unleashed.

"Greetings, Master!"

All the servants present bowed down, prostrated themselves, and respectfully kowtowed.

"Get up!"

The young man's voice was calm, but his aura was incredibly powerful, and there were faint arcs of lightning flashing in his pupils.

"Master, you have broken through to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm? Are you going to participate in the Hundred Refinements Sect assessment?"

Zhang Hengshan stood up, his eyes filled with eagerness and anticipation.

The young man's lips curled into a proud smile.

"Indeed! The Hundred Refinements Sect once invited me to join, but I refused on the spot, intending to enter based on my own strength."

"Now that my cultivation has reached the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, even among the inner disciples of the Hundred Refinements Sect, I am among the top. This is the best time for me to join the sect."

"Zhang Hengshan, how many days are left until the sect assessment?"

Zhang Hengshan was overjoyed and quickly bowed, replying, "Reporting to Master, there are only three days left."

The servants on the field were bound to their master's honor and disgrace; if their master successfully entered the Hundred Refinements Sect, their status would rise accordingly.

Seeing the young man nod slightly, Zhang Hengshan steeled his resolve, knelt down again, and cried out, "I beg you, Master, to avenge my brother who died a tragic death!"