I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Slaying Feng Yue! A tremendous gain!

"Amulet!"

Looking at the dark yellow, gleaming throwing knife, Zhou Ding's pupils contracted slightly, and alarm bells immediately went off in his mind.

Combined with the middle-aged man's face covered in crisscrossing, ferocious scars and his intense aura of menace, a name instantly jumped into his mind.

Madman Feng Yue!

The top expert among the Qi Refining disciples of Tianque Fortress is ruthless and powerful. In the original story, he once clashed with Han Li. If Han Li had not had the powerful weapon Tian Lei Zi, the outcome would have been uncertain!

This person is definitely more dangerous and cunning than that "treasure-loving woman"!

……

In the arena, Zhou Long, who was seriously injured by the Blood Cloud of the Soul Devouring Orb and was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes the moment the girl in white was attacked and Feng Yue's attention was focused on the harvest. He endured the excruciating pain, poured the last bit of magic power into a lightness talisman on his body, and scrambled away in the opposite direction from Feng Yue to escape for his life!

He didn't even bother to glance at his already dead sister, Zhou Xue; only one thought occupied his mind: escape! Survive!

"Huh? Trying to run away?"

Feng Yue immediately noticed, his scarred face contorting into a ferocious grin. "Kid, you saw something you shouldn't have, and you think you can just walk away? Dying at your hands, Feng Yue, would be your honor!"

His uniquely designed light gold boots flashed with a magical light, and he shot off like an arrow, leaving a trail of afterimages as he instantly caught up with the heavily injured and staggering Zhou Long.

"Die!"

Feng Yue grinned maliciously, and a blood-red spear, dark red in color and shrouded in murderous aura, appeared in his hand. The spear moved like a dragon, piercing the air with a shrill sound, and fiercely thrust towards Zhou Long's back!

Zhou Long was filled with despair and could only barely activate the cracked Earth Shield behind him.

"clang!"

The blood spear pierced the Earth Shield fiercely. The shield, which had already lost its luster, let out a mournful cry, and the cracks instantly widened and spread, on the verge of completely shattering.

Zhou Long was so shocked by the force that he spat out another mouthful of blood and fell forward, his strength completely exhausted.

Just as Feng Yue was about to deliver the final shot and end Zhou Long's life.

"call out!"

A faint, almost inaudible whooshing sound suddenly rang out from the dense forest shadows behind Feng Yue!

A blade of light, as black as ink, shaped like a crescent moon, and accompanied by a mournful, eerie wind, silently slashed towards his neck like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!

It was Zhou Ding who activated the Yin Wind Blade!

The timing was perfect; it was the moment when Feng Yue relaxed his mind and launched a full-scale attack on Zhou Long!

"What?!" Feng Yue was a ruthless character who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his intuition for danger far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Just as the Yin Feng blade was about to strike him, he was horrified. In the nick of time, he leaned his upper body back and shifted to the side with all his might!

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered!

A right arm holding a blood-stained gun was severed at the shoulder, flying into the air with a spray of hot blood!

"Ah—! Damn it!!"

Feng Yue let out a shrill scream, his body retreating several feet. He pressed his left hand tightly against the wound on his right shoulder, his face contorted even more terrifyingly by the pain and rage, his eyes like those of a wounded beast, fixed on the direction from which the attack came.

Zhou Ding, wearing a black cloak that concealed his face, slowly emerged from the shadows.

His aura was deep and composed, and his Ink Scale Armor was already activated, with a layer of dark and resilient black light covering his entire body.

The golden blade hovered beside him, emitting a sharp blue light.

"Who are you?! How dare you ambush your Grandpa Feng!" Feng Yue roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with murderous intent that was almost tangible.

He quickly took out a hemostatic talisman and slapped it on the wound. At the same time, he patted his waist with his left hand, and a small umbrella, all earthen yellow with Bagua patterns painted on its surface, flew out. It spun around and transformed into a thick yellow light screen that protected him inside.

This exquisite, top-tier defensive magic artifact was clearly his most prized possession for survival.

"Why ask so many questions of a dying man?" Zhou Ding's voice came through the cloak, cold and hoarse, devoid of any emotion.

"Arrogant! Boastful! Die!"

Enraged, Feng Yue laughed, enduring the excruciating pain of his severed arm. With his left hand forming a hand seal, the dark yellow flying knife talisman once again shone with a blinding light, transforming into a yellow lightning bolt that pierced straight at Zhou Ding's face!

The power of the talisman far surpasses that of ordinary magical artifacts!

Zhou Ding neither dodged nor avoided, but instead poured more of his magic power into the Ink Scale Armor.

The dark, shadowy light suddenly intensified!

"clang!"

The yellow throwing knife pierced the dark light with a loud, muffled thud!

As expected of a top-tier defensive magic weapon, the Inkscale Armor, with its intense black light, managed to block the talisman's fierce attack, though its radiance dimmed slightly.

Zhou Ding swayed slightly, and his blood and qi surged within him, but he was not seriously injured.

"What?!" Feng Yue was shocked again.

He knew best how powerful his flying knife talisman was; even ordinary top-tier defensive magic weapons might not be able to block it so easily!

That inner armor of theirs is definitely not an ordinary top-tier magic weapon!

Just as he was stunned by the result of the talisman's attack, and at the same time had to distract himself from controlling the Yellow Silk Umbrella for defense...

Underground, Little Gold, which had already slithered to the area directly beneath it, suddenly sprang up!

The dark gold claws covered by the Black Spirit Claw tore through the soil and fiercely scooped up at the area where Feng Yue was shrouded in the light curtain of the Yellow Silk Umbrella, but whose underground defenses were weak!

"Pfft!"

A flash of dark light, and the sturdy yellow parasol light curtain was torn apart like paper!

Next came the protective aura, and finally the flesh and blood... Feng Yue felt a chill in his waist, followed by an indescribable pain.

He looked down in disbelief and saw that his lower body had been separated from his upper body!

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Internal organs mixed with blood gushed out with a gurgling sound...

"No... impossible..." The rage, killing intent, and shock in Feng Yue's eyes were quickly replaced by boundless fear and bewilderment. He opened his mouth, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out. His consciousness quickly sank into darkness, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, dying with his eyes wide open.

He died without ever understanding where the attack came from.

The battle ended very quickly.

From Zhou Ding's sneak attack that severed his arm to Xiao Jin's underground ambush that cut him in half at the waist, only a few breaths had passed.

He went straight forward, deftly took the storage bag from Feng Yue's waist, put away the dimly lit yellow umbrella and the yellow flying knife talisman that had been restored to its talisman form, and finally, he also took off the pair of light gold cloud-stepping boots on Feng Yue's feet.

After doing all this, he launched a fireball, burning Feng Yue's mangled body and severed arm to ashes.

He then returned to the battlefield, burned the corpse of "Duobao Nu" as well, and took the storage bag belonging to the Zhou family from Zhou Xue.

As for Zhou Long, he took the opportunity to escape the moment Zhou Ding appeared.

"The debt of gratitude owed to the Zhou family is now severed," Zhou Ding murmured to himself.

Saving Zhou Long's life was a way of repaying the favor of Ancestor Zhou Yong for bestowing upon him the talisman and teleportation talisman, and it also left a seed for the Zhou family that might lead to Foundation Establishment.

From then on, he and the Zhou family were even.

Without lingering, his Cloud-Stepping Boots flashed with light, and combined with his Wind-Controlling Technique, his figure flickered like a ghost before disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

Zhou Long ran a long way until he was sure that neither the cloaked man nor Feng Yue was chasing him, then he collapsed to the ground.

Looking at her sister Zhou Xue's death, and then at her own injuries, her face showed a bewilderment and sorrow at surviving a disaster, which finally turned into a suppressed sob.

……

Zhou Ding fled dozens of miles in one breath, and finally found a naturally formed narrow crevice in a secluded mountain valley with strange rocks, twisted trees and a secluded atmosphere.

He cautiously set up several warning barriers and released Xiao Jin to guard the outer perimeter underground before entering to take stock of what he considered an astonishing gain.

First is the storage bag of "Treasure Girl".

Upon opening it, even though Zhou Ding was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be amazed by the "dazzling array" of items inside.

Azure Condensation Mirror (Azure Mist Ancient Mirror, a top-grade magic artifact, capable of freezing and weakening the spiritual light of other people's magic artifacts, with endless wonderful uses).

Devouring Magic Orb (Pink crystal ball, a top-tier, exquisite magic artifact that can spew out eerie blood clouds that corrode spiritual light and magic artifacts).

A gleaming silver top-tier flying sword, a small and exquisite silver top-tier protective mirror, two spiritually vibrant intermediate-level low-tier attack talismans called "Ice Rain Technique," an earth-yellow intermediate-level low-tier "Earth Escape Talisman," and a vibrant green intermediate-level low-tier "Wood Escape Talisman," in addition to hundreds of spirit stones and some bottles and jars of pills.

"As expected of the 'Treasure Girl,' her wealth is probably unmatched by many Foundation Establishment cultivators," Zhou Ding exclaimed.

The Azure Condensation Mirror and the Devouring Magic Orb alone are enough to make any Foundation Establishment cultivator envious, not to mention the other two top-tier magic artifacts and three precious mid-level talismans.

Next was Feng Yue's storage bag.

The contents inside were relatively "simple": the exquisite top-tier magic artifact, the Yellow Silk Umbrella, with its amazing defensive power; a dark yellow flying knife talisman; several hundred spirit stones; several bottles of healing and mana-restoring pills; and some miscellaneous materials.

The most important gain, of course, is the Cloud-Stepping Boots that I'm already wearing.

Zhou Ding took off his Cloud-Stepping Boots and examined them carefully.

The boots were a pale gold color, made of some kind of animal hide, soft yet tough, with fine cloud patterns flowing across the surface, and a faint aura of wind spirit emanating from them.

He put them back on, and the boots automatically adjusted their size to fit his feet perfectly.

He attempted to infuse a wisp of magic power, simultaneously using the Wind Control Technique, with a slight thought.

"Whoosh!"

His figure blurred instantly, appearing more than twenty feet away as if he had teleported!

It left only a faint afterimage in place, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch it!

"What speed! It's at least 50% faster than simply using the wind!" Zhou Ding was overjoyed.

With these Cloud-Stepping Boots, mobility will be greatly enhanced, whether chasing, escaping, or dodging in battle, and survivability will be significantly improved.

Finally, there's Zhou Xue's storage bag.

Inside, besides dozens of spirit stones and some ordinary pills and talismans, there was indeed the Frost Thorn, whose spiritual power had been greatly damaged, as well as a jade token identifying the Zhou family member.

Zhou Ding put away the Frost Spike and the Jade Identity Token separately, and put the other items into his usual storage bag.

Looking at the pile of treasures spread out in front of him, especially the distinctive Azure Condensation Mirror, Devouring Magic Orb, Yellow Silk Umbrella, Flying Knife Talisman, and Cloud-Stepping Boots, Zhou Ding's brows furrowed slightly.

"These things...are powerful, but they're also too conspicuous."

He pondered to himself: "The Azure Mirror and the Devouring Orb are the signature magical artifacts of the 'Two Beauties Hidden in the Moon,' the Yellow Silk Umbrella and the Flying Knife Talisman are Feng Yue's trademarks, and the Cloud-Stepping Boots are the weapons that made him famous."

If used and seen by others, it will immediately remind them of the deaths of Duobao and Feng Yue.

It's one thing for Feng Yue to be involved, but Tianque Fortress might not go to great lengths for a dead disciple.

But Duobao Nu is different. She is one of the most outstanding disciples of the current generation of the Hidden Moon Sect, and has a Core Formation stage cultivator as her backer.

She died in a forbidden area, so it was inevitable that the Hidden Moon Sect would investigate afterward.

"When using these treasures in the future, we must be extra careful. It is best to make sure that no one is watching, or... simply change their appearance and use other materials to cover up their original features."

Zhou Ding's eyes turned slightly cold: "If we really have no choice but to use it, and someone happens to see it... well, we'll have to do the thing of eliminating the root of the problem and killing the witness."

He carefully categorized and stored away the many treasures.

Zhou Ding swallowed a pill and began to meditate and regulate his breathing to recover the mana he had lost in the battle.