“Swish!”
A cold, icy light streaked past with terrifying speed, instantly landing on Lian He's neck, and blood gushed out.
Lian He desperately clutched his neck, staring fixedly at the young man before him.
He staggered back a few steps.
“Feng… Feng…”
Lian He’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
He seemed unable to believe how a mere mine slave could dare to kill him?
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.
He delivered another sword strike, sending him on his way.
Anyone who has killed before knows that the human heart's position is full of uncertainty; decapitation is the most reliable method.
“Why run? You can’t run faster than me.”
Feng Yuan thought to himself.
The importance of speed goes without saying; the difference between a Douzhe and a Dou Di is essentially that of a horse.
He then rolled up his sleeves and thoroughly searched Lian He’s body.
Killing and looting were done in one smooth motion.
A few taels of red gold, and a black booklet.
The black booklet, once in hand, didn't feel like paper, but rather like human skin, cold and smooth.
Upon opening it slightly, a figure in black flickered and moved within, practicing martial arts moves one by one. At the same time, a faint sound emanated from the booklet, explaining the various mysteries and energies of this palm technique.
“Goodness, it even has video and audio?”
Feng Yuan saw that this palm technique was called Pili Palm, and it was also Lian He’s signature skill.
As expected of a Xuanhuan world.
Even a small leader like him possessed such a treasure.
After consuming the tiger wolf pill, his Physical Body was already full, skipping the first stage of Nourishing Life and reaching the second stage of Forging Strength, which is the most basic yet most crucial part of the entire Cultivation process.
Now that he had the Pili Palm.
He could Cultivate to the limit of Forging Strength; the more refined his strength, the greater his future achievements would be.
But he was not in a hurry to Cultivate now.
Having just killed the overseer, Feng Yuan was not so carefree as to act as if nothing had happened.
“Lian He supervises hundreds of mine slaves. Once this matter comes to light, the army from Shabei City will intervene immediately tomorrow. This place can no longer be stayed in.” Feng Yuan began to flee overnight.
This mine was in a valley, and there was only one entrance.
One man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot open it.
With Lian He, a Physical Body Fourth Realm martial arts master, stationed there, ordinary mine slaves simply couldn't escape.
Now that he had killed him, the biggest obstacle was removed.
There were only a dozen or so Physical Body First or Second Realm soldiers guarding the valley entrance, completely unable to stop the current Feng Yuan.
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Looking northwest, yellow sand filled the sky.
The Blue Moon Kingdom was a Dynasty built upon the desert, and at the center of the Han Hai Desert lay the Blue Moon Kingdom’s capital, Blue Moon City.
The closer one got to the center, the more populous and prosperous the cities became.
“Why is this map so big?”
Feng Yuan now had a taste of a corner of the Profound Yellow Great World.
He had trekked for an entire day, traveling eight hundred li, yet he hadn't even reached the closest city to Shabei City.
The map was ridiculously vast.
After a day, he was quite exhausted and dispirited.
The most disgusting things were some of the scorpions in the desert, big and vicious.
They came out at night to move around, absorb dew, and hunt. They were extremely venomous; people in the desert would not survive a bite.
During the day, there were some fox-wolves.
Like hyenas, they would relentlessly stalk from behind unless severely hurt, like cunning hunters.
Feng Yuan dared not let his guard down.
It was late night again.
As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of desert.
The moon in the sky was also large and round.
Cool light spilled down, making the desert appear as if it were coated in mercury.
After a day of exhaustion.
Feng Yuan finally caught his breath and chose a relatively safe spot to light a bonfire.
The night was too cold, and he was only a Physical Body.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Large desert scorpions, each the size of a fist, were dug out of the sand by Ling Shuang Sword, then stabbed to death. Strung together on the long sword, they were roasted over the bonfire, gradually emitting an enticing aroma.
“Little Ling Shuang, our conditions are tough right now, so you’ll have to suffer a bit. When we become successful in the future, I won’t forget you.”
Feng Yuan comforted the restless Ling Shuang Sword.
Speaking of which, Ling Shuang Sword’s spirituality had indeed grown stronger after drinking blood.
Fortunately, the Golden Finger was bound.
Otherwise, this Divine Sword might have tried to slay its master on the spot.
“Indeed, the taste isn’t bad.”
Feng Yuan tore off a scorpion leg; it tasted like chicken and was crunchy.
His face was filled with satisfaction.
Life after Transmigration was certainly exciting. He had killed five people right off the bat, and then embarked on a desert survival journey.
It was too Xuanhuan!
Compared to his muddled days in his previous life, it was a bit tiring, but strangely comfortable.
He couldn't help but recite, “The Myriad Mortal World is a riot of colors, the path through the clouds and waters is long and distant. At this moment, the splendor returns to heaven and earth, not surpassing the bright moonlight in the water.”
Wonderful, interesting!
Just then, a red Spiritual light descended from the sky.
“I didn’t expect a mere Mortal like you to have such a profound understanding of the Mortal World. You seem to have some affinity with me.”
The red light swirled, and a graceful figure appeared in the Void Realm.
The young woman wore a simple white gauze dress, with blood-colored mandalas subtly embroidered into the fabric. When she moved, she was like mist and smoke, untainted by dust.
Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, loosely gathered with a single white bone hairpin. A few strands fell, accentuating her snow-white skin, picturesque features, and eyes like autumn water. When she looked up, she had a half-smile, both pure and captivating, yet alluring beyond measure.
Her voice was gentle when she spoke, yet each word was like an icy needle piercing the bone, utterly contradictory.
“Divine Power Realm?”
Feng Yuan’s heart trembled. He hadn’t expected to encounter such a high-level expert.
What was the Divine Power Realm?
It meant that the Physical Body had been Cultivated to its extreme. A powerful physique and heart could supply the brain with massive nutrients, causing the brain to gradually unlock its potential. After special Cultivation methods, this potential would transform into a mysterious magical power. With this mysterious magical power, one could manipulate lightning, fire, float in the air, or kill with a sword… In the secular Dynasty, such a person was an Immortal.
Even if he held a Spiritual Artifact, he would be no match.
But the newcomer did not seem to be an enemy.
Feng Yuan immediately realized this was an opportunity. “Immortal, touch my head, and grant me eternal life. I am Feng Yuan, and I hope Fairy can teach me the Immortal Path. I have no way to repay you, but I am willing to be your servant, to serve Fairy by your side.”
He really wanted to Cultivate Immortality!
Since this mysterious woman had spoken of affinity, he might as well seize the chance.
“Feng Yuan? You do have some of the demeanor of someone from my Demonic Path.”
The white-clad woman revealed a faint smile.
She flicked her fingertip. “This is an assessment token from my Red Dust Demon Sect. If you can become a True Disciple, why not take you as a Disciple?”
A token shot out, landing before Feng Yuan.
It bore only two seal characters, and the essence of the Mortal World washed over him, as if making him recall thousands of lifetimes ago.
By the time Feng Yuan came to his senses.
The white-clad Fairy before him had already dispersed like mist, leaving only the bright moonlight.