Chapter 468: Chapter 466: Blood Roar Wasteland

Zi Hongyuan and Zi Yuan were both quite surprised.

It had only been a month since he had obtained the Secret Manual in the Secret Realm, yet Luo Feng had already cultivated the Shocking Thunder Saber Technique to the third level, condensing Wind-Thunder Saber Intent! Such Martial Arts talent could only be described as monstrous.

It must be understood that the Shocking Thunder Saber Technique was a Profound Level Mid-Grade martial art. Ordinary Martial Artists might not achieve much even if they spent three to five years on it. Zi Hongyuan himself had taken several months just to scratch the surface of a Profound Level Mid-Grade martial art.

Zi Hongyuan took a breath and looked at Luo Feng with a smile. “Very good, Luo Feng. I’m looking forward to your performance in the Golden Palace Examination this time. Strive to make it onto the Martial Champion list; there will be rich rewards then.”

“Mm. Thanks, Headmaster.” Luo Feng nodded. He had heard of the Martial Champion list too; only the top ten students in the Golden Palace Examination results were qualified to enter it.

Zi Hongyuan glanced at Luo Feng and asked, “Are you leaving the Purple Sun School?”

“Yes, I need to make a trip to Dayang City.”

Zi Yuan, standing beside them, frowned slightly. “There’s only a little over a month left until the Golden Palace Examination, and you still want to go to Dayang City now?”

Luo Feng touched his nose. “I have some urgent matters to attend to; I have no choice.”

Zi Hongyuan waved his hand, looking at Luo Feng. “We’ll set off for Tianyuan Mountain in half a month. Don’t miss the date.”

“Alright. I’ll hurry back as soon as possible.” Luo Feng promised and immediately took his leave.

The journey from the Purple Sun School to Dayang City was only about ten days, so the timing wasn’t an issue.

After leaving the Purple Sun School, Luo Feng headed straight for Qingfeng Town. The town was bustling as usual, with Martial Artists carrying sabers and swords coming and going.

When Luo Feng arrived at the Medicine Ding Store, he suddenly sensed an unfamiliar gaze and glanced sideways to its source. Across the street was a restaurant, and in a window seat sat a young man. The young man had a small golden sword embroidered on his chest and sleeves. It was Xin Chong, whom Luo Feng had encountered once in the Red Chain Mountain Range. However, Chen Qi and the other Sky Sword Pavilion Disciples were not present.

After glancing at Xin Chong, Luo Feng paid him no mind and turned to enter the Medicine Ding Store.

This kid actually didn’t die! Xin Chong watched Luo Feng enter the Medicine Ding Store, his eyes ablaze with rage. CRACK! The wine cup in his hand was crushed to powder.

At this moment, Xin Chong was furious. He had risked the scorn of his peers to guide the Demon Sect Disciples, all to kill Luo Feng. He never anticipated that Luo Feng would appear alive before him.

What in the world is Xuekui doing? Did he lose him? His expression was ferocious, emotions churning within him. Xin Chong seethed with resentment towards Luo Feng, partly due to the disdain he faced from Chen Qi and the others. He wished he could hack Luo Feng to pieces.

Hmph, Demon Sect Disciples are indeed a bunch of unreliable fools. It seems I’ll have to take matters into my own hands! Xin Chong stared at the entrance of the Medicine Ding Store, his eyes flashing with an incredibly sinister light.

As Luo Feng walked into the Medicine Ding Store, he noticed there were no Martial Artists buying pills as usual. Elder Zhuang and Shopkeeper Lan were sitting beside the counter, chatting.

Hearing the footsteps, Elder Zhuang looked up, saw Luo Feng, and immediately stood up, smiling. “Luo Feng, you’ve finally come.”

Seeing Elder Zhuang’s expression, Luo Feng felt a surge of joy. “Elder Zhuang, has the Qingling Pill been successfully refined?”

“Yes. This time, the pill refinement was very smooth. A total of two Qingling Pills were successfully made. They’re all here.” Elder Zhuang took out a jade box, his face beaming. As a Fourth Grade Alchemist, successfully refining a Fifth Grade pill gave him an immense sense of accomplishment.

Hearing this, the heavy weight in Luo Feng’s heart finally lifted. For the past few days, he had been worried that the pill refinement would fail.

“Let me see.” Luo Feng walked over and took the jade box from Elder Zhuang’s hand.

Upon opening the box, two thumb-sized green pills lay within. The pills were crystal clear, like perfectly formed crystals. A green light pulsed across their surfaces, making them seem almost alive. An intoxicating fragrance wafted to his nostrils. Luo Feng took a deep breath, and a cool, refreshing sensation flowed from his nose down to his abdomen, spreading throughout his entire body.

Closing the jade box, Luo Feng exhaled slowly and looked at Elder Zhuang. “Elder Zhuang, thank you for this.”

Elder Zhuang shook his head. “I should be the one thanking you. I’ve long desired a Fifth Grade pill formula, but I never had the opportunity. This time, you allowed me to refine the Qingling Pill, and I’ve gained considerable insight. It shouldn’t be long before I can advance to become a Fifth Grade Alchemist.”

This was no exaggeration from Elder Zhuang. For an Alchemist, a pill formula was their lifeline. A single Fifth Grade pill formula was something an Alchemist might risk their entire fortune to obtain.

Luo Feng smiled, then glanced at the empty pharmacy. “Shopkeeper Lan, why are there no customers today?”

Shopkeeper Lan, who was beside them, said, “I have some matters to attend to. I need to make a trip to Dayang City.”

“Oh?” Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, put away the jade box containing the Qingling Pills, and smiled. “What a coincidence, I’m also going to Dayang City.”

“Really?” Shopkeeper Lan’s face lit up with pleasant surprise.

“Yes,” Luo Feng nodded.

Shopkeeper Lan stood up from his seat and smiled. “That’s wonderful! Would you mind if we traveled together? The roads to Dayang City have been rather unsafe lately, and I’ve been worried about what to do.”

The journey from Qingfeng Town to Dayang City spanned over thirteen thousand li. It passed through three cities and the Blood Roar Wasteland. The cities posed little danger, but the Blood Roar Wasteland was an extremely perilous place. The Blood Roar Wasteland was vast, its environment complex. It teemed with Demon Beasts, bandits, and countless ruthless figures from the Jianghu. Shopkeeper Lan, merely a Martial Artist at the Seventh Stage of the Essence Storage Realm, dared not travel alone.

“Certainly. How about we set off now?” Luo Feng agreed.

“Excellent!” Shopkeeper Lan nodded.

Elder Zhuang also wanted to return and digest the experience he had gained from this recent pill refinement, so he rose and bid them farewell.

A moment later, Shopkeeper Lan closed the doors of the Medicine Ding Store. He and Luo Feng mounted their horses, preparing to depart. After mounting his horse, Shopkeeper Lan frowned as he glanced towards the restaurant across the street. He rode his horse closer to Luo Feng and said softly, “Luo Feng, it seems someone in the restaurant across from us has been watching you. They appear to bear you ill will.”

“I know.” Luo Feng nodded. With his perception, how could he not sense Xin Chong’s murderous gaze? However, his Shocking Thunder Saber Technique had advanced further, and he had even comprehended Wind-Thunder Saber Intent. He had no need to be concerned about Xin Chong.

“Well then, let’s go.” Seeing Luo Feng’s indifference, Shopkeeper Lan didn’t press further. The two of them rode off.

Watching Luo Feng’s departing figure, Xin Chong gritted his teeth, his gaze fierce and savage. Luo Feng! Let’s see how you’ll escape my grasp this time!

“Waiter, the bill!” Leaving a silver ingot on the table, Xin Chong retracted his gaze, turned, and strode out of the restaurant.

Luo Feng and Shopkeeper Lan left Qingfeng Town, immediately galloping towards Dayang City.

「After riding for two days, Luo Feng and Shopkeeper Lan entered the Blood Roar Wasteland.」

The sky was clear, a golden sun hanging high above, baking the air of the wasteland until it shimmered. The scorching wind carried a heavy, palpable killing intent.

In the wasteland, dozens of riders had surrounded Luo Feng and Shopkeeper Lan, their drawn sabers and swords reflecting a chilling light. These men had vicious faces and eyes brimming with killing intent; they were ruthless bandits of the Blood Roar Plains, accustomed to killing without a second thought.

“Hehe, riding Black Mane horses, are we? Looks like you’re wealthy,” a burly bandit leader sneered, eyeing Luo Feng and Shopkeeper Lan with ill intent.

Shopkeeper Lan frowned. They had only been in the Blood Roar Plains for two days and had already been ambushed by bandits.

“Gentlemen, we are from Dayang Mansion in Dayang City. We left in a hurry and didn’t bring much silver with us. Could you please do us a favor and let us pass?” Shopkeeper Lan rode his horse forward a couple of paces and cupped his fists, saying. With his discerning eyes, he could naturally tell that these bandits were no ordinary figures. The weakest among them possessed cultivation at the Seventh Stage of the Essence Storage Realm, while their leader was an expert at the late-Ninth Stage of the Heavenly Court Realm. Their strength was not to be underestimated. Although Luo Feng was strong, they were outnumbered. A fight would be extremely dangerous.

A bandit pointed his saber at Shopkeeper Lan and cursed, “Pah! Do you take us for three-year-olds, trying to scare us with Dayang Mansion? Listen up! If you know what’s good for you, leave your valuables behind. Otherwise, you’ll meet your end here today!”

Before he could finish his sentence, a blade flashed. SWISH! The head of the bandit who had spoken flew high into the air, blood gushing several meters from his neck.

This scene startled everyone present.

Luo Feng, his face impassive, shook the blood from his Rage Flame Knife and looked at the remaining bandits. “Too much nonsense. I’ll give you one chance: disappear from my sight immediately. Otherwise, no mercy!”

The bandit leader’s facial muscles twitched violently. In his many years as a bandit, he had never encountered someone so arrogant as to strike first in their presence. A savage grin spread across his face as he waved his hand and roared, “Well now, aren’t you an arrogant whelp! Kill them!”

“Kill!” The surrounding bandits’ eyes glinted with ferocity as they spurred their horses, charging towards Luo Feng and Lan Congfeng.

“Courting death.” Luo Feng shook his head slightly, a sharp glint in his eyes. Still seated on his horse, he threw a punch.

BOOM!

A punch imbued with his full power sent shockwaves through the air. A colossal fist of flame, like an enraged dragon, roared forward.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG…

In an instant, screams filled the air. The bandits charging at Luo Feng, along with their horses, were blasted into a bloody mist in mid-air, without the slightest ability to resist. Nearby bandits caught in the aftershock of the punch immediately spat blood and fell dead.

Lan Congfeng, following behind Luo Feng, was utterly stunned by this scene. He had heard of Luo Feng’s prowess before but had never witnessed it firsthand. He hadn’t expected Luo Feng to be this overwhelmingly powerful! Merely one punch had killed nearly ten bandits!

“You bastard!” Seeing his men perish one after another, the bandit leader could finally no longer remain still. His eyes filled with ferocity. With a long roar, he swung his great saber. It cut through the air, unleashing a massive blade gleam aimed straight for the back of Luo Feng’s neck.

It was as if Luo Feng had eyes in the back of his head. Without turning, he pressed a palm down on his horse’s back.

BOOM!

The Black Mane horse’s body sank, its four legs buckling heavily to the ground, narrowly dodging the blade gleam.

“Die!” Evading the attack, Luo Feng spun around and slashed out with his saber. The brilliant blade gleam shot through the air like a bolt of lightning.

PFFT!

The blade gleam streaked across the bandit leader’s neck and flew out from behind him.

The bandit leader froze, a look of confusion on his face, as if he didn’t understand what had just happened. Then, his neck lolled to one side, and he collapsed, dead.

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