CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 333: LOVESTRUCK

Gazing at the shattered leaves, Luo Feng stood up, unsheathed his Fury Flame Knife, and looked towards the pool beside him.

"Break!"

With a quick swing of the Fury Flame Knife, it moved so fast that the naked eye couldn’t see the body of the blade.

SHH!

Only a fleeting glimpse of the blade’s shadow was visible before the fiery red edge stopped above the water’s surface.

A soft sound echoed. The turquoise pool parted in response, only to swiftly close again, causing the waters to surge and crash into waves several yards high.

WHOOSH...

L Luo Feng exhaled a turbid breath, returned the knife to its sheath, and looked at the endlessly oscillating water while giving a slight smile.

Just as he had speculated, Sword Intent and Grand Momentum had many similarities. His comprehension of the Sword Intent from Ji Wufa, when integrated into the Grand Momentum, had improved the latter slightly. Previously, he had to harness Gang Qi to part the pool. Now, with the advancement in Grand Momentum, even a simple blade’s aura was enough.

"Rumors about the true Grand Momentum suggest it can split a hundred-yard mountain peak with a single stroke or force a river to flow upstream for ten thousand miles. I wonder when I’ll reach that realm."

After musing briefly, Luo Feng shook his head and chuckled wryly, putting aside his wild thoughts.

Compared to those who spend their entire lives barely scratching the surface of understanding Grand Momentum, he was already highly fortunate. Greed and impatience were the major taboos of cultivation. As long as he practiced diligently and accumulated understanding bit by bit, he would inevitably reach that realm one day.

Collecting his thoughts, Luo Feng stowed the Fury Flame Knife away and looked up at the sky.

The moon was shining amid scattered stars; it was already nightfall.

"It’s time to head to Dayang City."

Luo Feng took out the invitation to Duanmu Xiao’s 40th birthday and, looking at the names on it, a cold flash passed his eyes. He quickly got ready, closed the courtyard doors, and stepped out.

In the plaza outside the academy’s main gate, several lively and cheerful female students aged about fourteen or fifteen were chatting animatedly.

"Senior Brother Luo Feng."

Upon spotting Luo Feng approaching, the young girls instantly fell silent, all eyes turning to him adoringly, their cheeks slightly red.

Luo Feng acknowledged them with a nod. Seeing that the scars he had left were still there, he asked, "Why haven’t these blade marks been repaired yet?"

A few of the girls looked at the blade marks, and the one with large eyes plucked up the courage to respond, "The elder said these blade marks represent the glory of our Purple Sun School and should always be preserved."

"Is that so?"

Although Luo Feng’s face showed no change, he felt a small wave of happiness inside. In this way, even if he left the academy in the future, there would still be traces of him here.

The few girls all nodded in response. The girl with large eyes, her face reddening, said to Luo Feng, "I’ve also seen the duel between you and Ji Wufa, Senior Brother. Your knife strike was so powerful! Many elders say they’re not as good as you. Senior Brother, will you teach me your Saber Technique when you have time?"

Looking at the slender young girl in front of him, Luo Feng was a bit embarrassed. He scratched his nose and responded with a smile, "Alright. But I have some matters to deal with right now, so we’ll do it next time. You girls should also go back and rest soon. I’ll take my leave now."

With that, Luo Feng leapt, quickly disappearing into the night sky after a few jumps.

"Senior Brother Luo Feng’s cultivation is outstanding, and he’s so humble. He’s so nice."

"HEE HEE, do you guys think Senior Brother Luo Feng was blushing just now?"

"Xiaoling, be careful! If Senior Brother hears you say that, he will spank you!"

"HMPH, Senior Brother Luo Feng would never do that."

"I wouldn’t mind being alone with Senior Brother Luo Feng, even if it means getting spanked..."

"Hopeless romantic..."

As the girls teased each other, a delicate figure emerged from the school’s main gate— it was Bing Ruolan, her short, faint blue hair reflecting the moonlight, looking quite beautiful.

"As expected, he has left..."

Bing Ruolan looked in the direction Luo Feng had disappeared to, her eyes flickering slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she turned towards the stables.

A short while later, the sound of horseshoes echoed across the academy square.

Riding a Six-leg Demon Horse, Bing Ruolan dashed off into the vast night.

After leaving the academy, Luo Feng immediately performed his Teng Dragon’s Step, speeding off in the direction of Dayang City.

His advanced cultivation gave him mastery over Teng Dragon’s Step, allowing him to cross a distance of 150 meters in one stride. He was not the least bit slower than the Six-leg Demon Horses.

Three nights later, Luo Feng entered the vicinity of Dayang City.

Instead of entering the city, Luo Feng took a detour to the west side of Dayang City.

WHOOSH!

In the darkness of the night, a figure was constantly leaping up and down the mountain paths. It was as fast as lightning, reminding one of a large bird soaring in the sky.

Upon reaching an untouched valley, Luo Feng stopped.

The place was over a hundred Baili from Dayang City and surrounded by vast mountains. No signs of human habitation were visible, just darkness, save for distant roars of wild animals—it felt deserted and desolate.

"This is the place."

Luo Feng stood atop a mountain peak and looked around him. He gave a nod of approval. His sharp gaze focused on the end of the mountain pathway to the west.

Duanmu Ji and his group were on their way from the Duanmu Family—this place was on their inevitable path. There were two days left until Duanmu Ji and Duanmu Xiong’s planned meeting. Those people must pass through this road. If a fight were to take place in Dayang City, it would definitely stir up a storm. Luo Feng wasn’t prepared for a full-scale war with the Duanmu Family yet, so he decided to wait here and ambush Duanmu Ji and his group en route.

In the menacing range of mountains, devoid of any human traces, Luo Feng crossed his legs and sat down, taking out Yuan Stones from his storage ring to cultivate.

His consciousness entered the Yuan Stone, and a tremendous rush of Yuan Qi immediately came surging in, washing over his muscles and organs.

The Yuan Qi charged into his body. The speed of the rotation of the Yuan Qi seed in his Dantian gradually increased. A trace of primary Yuan Qi belonging to experts of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, merged with the Yuan Qi of the Yuan Stone, and integrated into his flesh and blood.

Luo Feng could clearly feel that his body’s Yuan Qi was growing rapidly.

It was only now that Luo Feng understood why so many people coveted Yuan Qi seeds. Yuan Qi seeds are the primary Yuan Qi of Spiritual Rotation Realm experts. They act as a key, unlocking all barriers to the Spiritual Rotation Realm. With a Yuan Qi seed inside the body, Martial Artists have zero bottlenecks when cultivating; everything flows as smoothly as water carving a channel. Their cultivation speed is a thousand miles in a day, far superior to that of ordinary people. Luo Feng’s internal Meridian Wheel was twice as large as others’. Additionally, he practiced the Condensation Yuan Technique, which made breaking through a realm even more difficult for him. This was like other people’s bodies being small streams, while his body was a large river, requiring much more Yuan Qi to fill up. So far, aside from his powerful Soul Power, another reason for Luo Feng’s rapid cultivation was the presence of the Yuan Qi seed. This caused Luo Feng to feel even more grateful to Cang Nanyue from the bottom of his heart. The fact that Cang Nanyue was willing to damage her own cultivation in order to plant the Yuan Qi seed for him was a favor as vast as the heavens, never to be forgotten.

HMM...

Strange fluctuations rippled inside Luo Feng’s body. As Yuan Qi was continuously injected into his blood and Meridian Wheels, the internal Yuan Qi began to stir. The two Meridian Wheels in the Heaven Gate Point became slightly hot, and he felt as if something was about to rush out.

Joy sprouted in Luo Feng’s heart. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling. It was a sign that his cultivation was about to break through.

CRACK!

Just as Luo Feng was about to try to break through his limits fully, a slight cracking sound rang out. When he opened his eyes to look, the Yuan Stone in his hand had completely shattered into a fine powder.

"It’s exhausted so quickly..."

Looking at the shattered Yuan Stone, Luo Feng shook his head slightly.

In the past few days, he had consumed nearly a hundred Yuan Stones. If this rate of consumption were to get out, it would certainly make many jaws drop.

Letting out a breath, Luo Feng was about to take out another piece of Yuan Stone for cultivation when he suddenly furrowed his brow. His palm touched the ground as he carefully sensed the surroundings.

The ground was vibrating slightly!

WHOOSH!

He swiftly got up. Luo Feng’s sharp gaze fixed on the end of the distant mountain road.

In the night, dozens of fierce horses were galloping towards them like a Black Cloud, their momentum overwhelming!

At the forefront were two horses, exceptionally tall and fast, and they had six legs. They were Six-leg Demon Horses!

Narrowing his eyes, Luo Feng looked at the figures on the Six-leg Demon Horses, an icy gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Duanmu Ji, you’re finally here! One is a mid-level Martial Artist of the Nine Heavenly Court Realm, the others are all high-level experts of the Eight Hell Realm, just like the message from Duanmu Xiong."

Luo Feng whispered softly, his eyes icy, appearing somewhat frightening in the night.

If it weren’t for the information from Duanmu Xiong this time, the strength of these people would be enough to doom the entire Luo Family to eternal damnation! These people... all deserve to die!

BOOM BOOM BOOM...

Nearly a hundred cavalry rushed forward, the noise thunderous, and the earth shaking.

In front of the line, riding a Six-leg Demon Horse, the young man with a cold, stern face was Duanmu Ji.

"Manager Fang, how far are we from Dayang City?" Duanmu Ji looked at the middle-aged martial artist riding a Six-leg Demon Horse by his side.

The middle-aged man had a square face and thick lips. A sharp glint occasionally flashed in his eyes, and he exuded a fierce and brutal aura. He said, "We will be there in two hours."

Duanmu Ji nodded and said coldly, "My second uncle should have arrived. Once we meet up, we will immediately head to Panlong City! Luo Feng dared to destroy the Green Wood Trading Co. and kill people from my Duanmu Family. I won’t let a single dog or chicken from the Luo Family survive!"

"What about the brothers Luo Feng and Luo Xiao?" the square-faced martial artist frowned and said. "They are in the Four Academies, and it’s difficult to act against them."

"There’s nothing to fear from Luo Xiao; just find an opportunity to kill him. As for Luo Feng..." Duanmu Ji let out a few cold, sinister laughs, his gaze turning savage. "He severed my second brother’s arm, dared to provoke me, and destroyed my Duanmu Family’s enterprises. I won’t let him die so easily!"

The square-faced martial artist felt the strong murderous aura coming off Duanmu Ji. A cold chill crossed his heart, and he laughed, "Young Master, leave this matter to me when the time comes. I, Fang Xiong, will let him taste the methods of our Duanmu Family and let him know what hell tastes like..."

Fang Xiong was about to say more when his expression suddenly turned grave, and he squinted at the mountain road ahead.

In the night, a figure could be dimly seen standing in the middle of the mountain road.

"So late, and there’s still someone here," Fang Xiong muttered, his brow furrowing slightly. He looked at Duanmu Ji and inquired, "Young Master, what shall we do?"

Duanmu Ji pursed his lips and snickered coldly, "I’m not in a good mood right now. It’s his misfortune to appear at this moment."

Understanding, Fang Xiong turned his head to point at several Duanmu Family Martial Artists, "You! You! And you! Go teach this oblivious fellow a lesson."

"Yes!"

Three Martial Artists spurred their horses forward. Without a word, they drew their weapons with a clank and accelerated towards the figure.

Duanmu Ji scoffed, "Daring to block my path? He doesn’t know life from death!"

Saying that, he licked his lips, looking forward, wanting to see the other party’s struggle on the verge of death.

SHH!

Before his voice fell, a red saber light suddenly split the night.

SPLAT!

The three martial artists who had rushed out suddenly jolted. Their bodies were cut in two at the abdomen, blood gushing out!