Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques

Chapter 364: A Piece Of Cake

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Boom!”

Xu Yanxin had no resistance at all and crashed forcibly onto the ground, leaving a deep crater. Xu Yanxin was embedded in it, blood and flesh mangled.

In one move, heavily wounded and near death, he couldn’t even put up a decent resistance.

Xu Yanxin’s consciousness was now blurred. He looked up at Chen Fei, attempting to speak but was choked by the blood in his mouth. He couldn’t utter a word.

Chen Fei stood before Xu Yanxin, effortlessly lifted him, and with a flash, returned to the dense forest where they had been before.

Hong Yuanfeng was pinned to the ground by the Dragon Elephant Formation, and blood continued to trickle from his mouth and nose. He had completely lost consciousness.

Chen Fei was determined to kill Hong Yuanfeng. Repaying evil with good was not something he considered. However, the question was how to kill him.

Within the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, they might have some kind of blood mark for members at the aperture tempering realm. It was hard to say for certain. If Chen Fei killed Hong Yuanfeng and ended up imprinted on his body with a blood mark, he might never be able to return to the Primordial Sword Sect.

The strength of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect remained top-notch. Even if it wasn’t about the Aperture tempering realm, just the peak Aperture tempering realm alone was enough to overpower the Primordial Sword Sect. Chen Fei wouldn’t stand a chance.

Therefore, for the sake of caution, Chen Fei couldn’t directly kill Hong Yuanfeng.

“Kill him!” Chen Fei tossed Xu Yanxin in front of Hong Yuanfeng.

Xu Yanxin struggled to open his eyes, and upon seeing Hong Yuanfeng at his feet, he was slightly surprised. It suddenly dawned on him what Chen Fei intended.

“Hahaha, I’m about to die, why should I help you!” Xu Yanxin laughed manically. He didn’t believe that helping Chen Fei would earn his freedom.

If that were the case, why should he follow Chen Fei’s wishes?

Chen Fei remained silent, merely pointing his finger forward slightly. Before Xu Yanxin could react, he suddenly found himself unable to move. Then, a sword pierced directly into Hong Yuanfeng, who was on the ground.

Xu Yanxin’s eyes widened as he desperately tried to stop his own actions. However, his heavily injured body had little strength left, making it impossible for him to resist.

Xu Yanxin could only watch in horror as his spiritual sword stabbed into Hong Yuanfeng’s head, and Hong Yuanfeng’s body quivered slightly before falling completely motionless.

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, a blood-red mark floated out of Hong Yuanfeng’s body and, at lightning speed, entered Xu Yanxin’s body. Xu Yanxin barely had time to react before feeling a searing heat in his arm.

“A blood mark…”

Xu Yanxin sensed the mark on his arm, and a mad smile appeared on his face.

Chen Fei’s expression shifted slightly, realizing that there was indeed a blood mark. However, this blood mark seemed rather rigid, instantly shifting blame onto someone else.

But that was to be expected, as Hong Yuanfeng was currently unconscious and lacked the ability to control the blood mark. So, whom would the blood mark choose?

“Sss…”

A sword bead pierced through Xu Yanxin’s forehead, and his manic laughter finally came to a halt as his body collapsed limp on the ground.

Chen Fei gestured with his right hand, collecting some elemental stones, elixirs, and three spirit swords. There was one low-grade spirit sword and two middle-grade spirit swords among them.

However, these spirit swords were not fit to be seen by others and would ultimately have their spiritual essence extracted by Chen Fei and infused into the Qianyuan Sword.

Tonight, the Qianyuan Sword had already absorbed the spiritual essence of three cultivators, including two in the middle stage of the Aperture tempering realm, which greatly enhanced the sword’s spirituality.

After extracting the spiritual essence from the remaining spirit swords, the Qianyuan Sword would likely reach the pinnacle of middle-grade spirit swords. After nurturing it properly for a few years, there would probably be a chance to break through to the level of a top-grade spirit sword.

It was only because of the Slaughter Spirit Technique, which allowed him to kill and absorb spiritual essence, that Chen Fei could achieve this. Otherwise, the amount of spiritual materials required to upgrade a middle-grade spiritual weapon to a top-grade one was staggering.

With that kind of financial strength, the first thing Chen Fei would do was to improve his cultivation level. Only then would he consider the issue of spiritual weapons.

Fortunately, with the Slaughter Spirit Technique, Chen Fei was spared this headache.

The black sword radiance flickered, completely erasing all traces in the vicinity, including Hong Yuanfeng and Xu Yanxin. Only the remnants of a battle were evident in this place, but the specific details of the fight were impossible to discern.

Chen Fei turned his gaze toward Qinhai City. The matter was not yet over; there were still several aperture tempering realm cultivators from the Yashan Sect who were alive.

Since the Yashan Sect had agreed to set up this trap with Hong Yuanfeng to wait for Chen Fei, they needed to be prepared to accept all consequences.

Killers must be killed without exception!

However, the Yashan Sect probably didn’t anticipate that Chen Fei would actually come knocking on their door to retaliate all by himself. After all, in the information they received, Chen Fei was considered a genius, but this genius had only broken through to the Aperture tempering realm three years ago.

What could he accomplish in three years?

Chen Fei’s figure flashed, turning into a shadow and disappearing from the spot. The night wind blew, leaving behind devastation everywhere. Who could have imagined that in this small area, three cultivators who appeared god-like to ordinary people had died?

In the barracks of Qinhai City, Cheng Hengzhong lay on his bed. Several visceral tempering realm generals were stationed outside, ready to follow Cheng Hengzhong’s orders at any moment.

Cheng Hengzhong manipulated his elemental energy, trying to heal his injuries. Chen Fei’s sword had nearly killed him on the spot, and one could imagine the severity of his injuries.

According to Cheng Hengzhong’s estimation, it would take at least half a year to completely recover from these injuries. During this half-year period, he couldn’t engage in combat, or it would trigger a recurrence of his injuries.

Furthermore, whether these injuries would cause problems in his future cultivation was uncertain.

Thinking about all of this, Cheng Hengzhong’s heart was filled with a desire for revenge. However, he took solace in the fact that Chen Fei was about to be killed by Liang Zhongpu and Hong Yuanfeng shortly, which eased his mind.

Even though he was severely injured, at least he was still alive.

No matter how strong Chen Fei’s combat prowess was or how talented he was, in the end, once he died, it would be over. Thinking about this, a smile appeared at the corner of Cheng Hengzhong’s mouth.

“But something’s not right!”

Cheng Hengzhong’s eyes suddenly opened wide. Why was it so quiet around him? Where were the sounds of patrols that should have been there? And the auras of several generals outside the door, where had they all disappeared to?

Just as Cheng Hengzhong was about to reach for the spiritual sword by the bed, a sharp pain exploded in his sea of consciousness, and a sword light directly pierced through his spiritual consciousness, creating a huge hole.

This was almost like cleaving Cheng Hengzhong’s spiritual consciousness in two, a pain worse than physical agony, making Cheng Hengzhong instinctively try to cover his head.

However, before he could make that move, Cheng Hengzhong felt a coolness at his neck, his consciousness trembled, and then it dissipated into nothingness.

Chen Fei’s figure, like a phantom, appeared in the room, collecting Cheng Hengzhong’s spiritual sword and elemental stones, erasing Cheng Hengzhong’s presence, and then disappearing from the room.

Several miles away, Chen Fei’s figure flickered as he looked at the Lord’s Mansion in the distance. Inside the Lord’s Mansion, Chen Fei sensed the aura of a mid-level aperture tempering realm cultivator.

This aura should belong to Qi Yuanlu, the head of the Yashan Sect, who was injured while besieging Shang Wu City and was recuperating in the Lord’s Mansion. Besides Qi Yuanlu, Chen Fei didn’t sense any other Aperture tempering realm-level auras.

Chen Fei’s expression changed slightly. There should be more Aperture tempering realm cultivators in the Yashan Sect. Three at the mid-level and possibly six at the initial level.

However, based on the current situation, it seemed that the other four initial-level Aperture tempering realm cultivators were on other missions and were not currently in Qinhai City.

Chen Fei concealed his aura and entered the Lord’s Mansion effortlessly.

As soon as he entered, Chen Fei sensed the powerful formation within the Lord’s Mansion, radiating an imposing presence.

This is the Lord’s Mansion’s own formation, but unfortunately, it didn’t stop the Yashan Army back then and has now become the Yashan Army’s asset.

If Chen Fei had come to the Lord’s Mansion for information or to rescue someone instead of going to the barracks earlier, he might have fallen into this formation.

At that time, it would have been very difficult to say who would win. The presence of a formation could make a significant difference. Just like how very few people would directly attack someone else’s mountain gate because there were generations of formations established there. Those of the same level who came would easily be trapped and might never return, unless their strength far exceeded their opponents.

Of course, the Lord’s Mansion’s formation was not as exaggerated as that, but it was more than enough to trap people.

Chen Fei floated quietly, a wound opened on his arm, blood mist emanating as it began to corrode the formation in front of him.

A quarter of an hour later, the entire Qinhai City heard a loud noise coming from the Lord’s Mansion. However, soon after, these sounds gradually disappeared, and the Lord’s Mansion became calm again.

All the people in Qinhai City locked themselves in their homes. Even the major families dared not inquire about the situation at the Lord’s Mansion. They could only pray that the situation wouldn’t affect them. Apart from this, they couldn’t do anything.

Inside the Lord’s Mansion, several courtyards had collapsed, and Qi Yuanlu, the head of the Yashan Sect, had already lost all his vitality and lay lifeless on the side.

After gaining partial control of the formation and using his sensing abilities, Chen Fei directly destroyed the formation’s core, causing the formation, which had been connected to an area several miles in radius, to collapse.

Qi Yuanlu was a formidable cultivator, but he was already injured. With the formation destroyed by Chen Fei, his fate was sealed.

Inside the city lord’s mansion, there were many maids and servant girls, but at this moment, they all hid in the corners of the mansion, not daring to show themselves, let alone make any noise, fearing that they would be affected by the disaster.

Chen Fei collected the elemental stones and spirit swords from Qi Yuanlu, and with a swift movement, he entered the main hall. After a moment, Chen Fei arrived at a room that was protected by a formation.

Chen Fei slashed several swords, directly breaking the formation, and entered the room.

As soon as he entered the room and saw everything before him, a smile involuntarily appeared on Chen Fei’s face.

Numerous neatly arranged wooden boxes filled the room. Chen Fei waved his right hand, and all the wooden boxes were opened, revealing their contents in a dazzling display. Chen Fei extended his hand, and silver coins flew towards him.

After a while, Chen Fei retracted his hand.

Although there were many boxes, the amount of silver coins was not extremely extravagant. According to the records on the panels, there were a little over seven hundred thousand taels of silver coins.

In addition to the silver, there were also dozens of bottles of spirit pills, various types of spirit materials, elemental stones numbering over six hundred, and even three spirit weapons. Although they were all low-grade spirit weapons, selling them could still fetch a substantial number of elemental stones.

All of these were resources belonging to the Yashan Sect.

But now, they all belonged to him!