Chapter 10

" Hmm? " Suddenly, Shifeng's expression turned cold. Just now, he sensed that the snow-white long sword he had marked and left outside the door had been touched by someone.

" Some people are asking for death. " Shifeng said in a deep voice. With a thought, his shadowy body sank into the earth, and the ground beneath his feet became like water. The shadowy figure slowly sank, and then the entire person disappeared into the earth, leaving no trace on the surface.

Shifeng turned his head to look at the still sleeping Shiling and Bai Yue'e, and then walked out the door. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The moon was high in the sky, and the pale moonlight shone down, casting a bright white glow over Xiuling Village.

From a distance, it looked peaceful and harmonious.

" Bang! "

" Bang! "

" Bang! "

" Bang! "

Suddenly, the earth trembled, "Go! Go! Go! Go! " A group of horsemen appeared on the mountain path not far from Xiuling Village, stirring up a cloud of dust.

There were three leaders at the front: one was a young man in a white robe, with a face as beautiful as a jade crown, and a handsome and elegant demeanor.

Another was a middle-aged man in a green robe, carrying a long sword on his back, with a resolute and steady face.

The third was an old man in gray clothes, with white hair.

Behind them, all the horsemen were dressed in martial attire, each with an extraordinary aura, and the lowest among them were at the Warrior level.

" Ha ha, I really don't know what Father was thinking. It's just capturing a Martial Disciple, yet he sent so many experts from our Hai family, even Uncle Ren and Butler Yue. " The young man in the white robe laughed loudly, showing no concern. This young man was the third son of the Hai family, Hai Batiang's third son, Hai Ming, at the Third Rank Warrior level.

" Although a Martial Disciple is not a threat, this matter is of great importance, concerning the survival of our Hai family. The family head does not want any unexpected incidents to happen. This person must be brought alive, or his body must be seen dead. " The middle-aged man beside Hai Ming, Hai Ren, said. He was at the Fifth Rank Martial Master level, a younger brother of Hai Batiang, and a well-known expert in Cangyue City.

" Pfft, Uncle Hai is exaggerating a bit, isn't he? It's just the death of a Tianfeng Sect disciple. If Tianfeng Sect blames us, we can just pay some money or treasures. After all, we have plenty of those things in the Hai family, enough for several lifetimes. Butler Yue, don't you think so? " Hai Ming said with disdain.

Hearing Hai Ming's words, Hai Ren shook his head inwardly and said no more. Although Hai Ming had good martial cultivation talent among the young generation in Cangyue City, he was the least capable and useless of Hai Batiang's three sons, spending his days idly with some dubious friends in taverns and brothels. He was like a frog in a well, having no idea how vast the outside world was, or the terror of Tianfeng Sect, or the nobility of a Second Rank Alchemist.

A Second Rank Alchemist was something even the Hai family could not obtain by exhausting all their wealth.

" This matter is of great importance. Young Master, you should not be so complacent. " The old man in gray clothes, Butler Hai, said with a serious expression. He was the butler of the Hai family, managing all the big and small affairs of the family, and was at the Ninth Rank Peak Martial Master level, the highest cultivation level in the Hai family besides Hai Batiang. Even the direct descendants of the Hai family treated him with respect.

" The older one gets, the more timid one becomes. " Hai Ming muttered to himself, but he did not dare to say it out loud. Although he was Hai Batiang's son, if Hai Batiang knew he disrespected Butler Yue, he would not let him off.

The group of horsemen entered Xiuling Village and, led by a member of the Hai family, headed for Shifeng's house. From a distance, they could see the snow-white long sword Shifeng had planted outside his door.

Hai Ming's eyes immediately lit up. He whipped his horse and broke away from the group, galloping forward. He stopped in front of the sword, bent down, and grabbed it with his right hand.

He examined it closely, and his face was full of joy. He could not help but laugh loudly, "Ha ha ha, it's a Second Rank Mystic Weapon. I didn't expect it to be a Second Rank Mystic Weapon."

Mystic Weapons, like martial cultivation levels, were divided into nine ranks from First to Ninth.

As Hai Ming spoke, he could not help but raise the sword high, turned his horse, and looked at the group of Hai family members who had followed him, a look of satisfaction on his face.

At that moment, a clear voice rang out from behind Hai Ming, very inappropriately: "Who are you, you ungrateful dog? My sword is something your dog paws can touch?"

" Looking for death! " The joy and satisfaction on Hai Ming's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a twisted and ferocious expression. He roared and immediately turned his horse to look at the source of the voice.

In Cangyue City, who did not treat him with utmost respect? From a young age, no one had ever dared to insult him like this.

In Hai Ming's line of sight, a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in rough clothes, was walking slowly towards him. This kind of attire clearly indicated a poor and lowly person. How dare he insult me? I was insulted by such a lowly person?

The more Hai Ming thought about it, the angrier he became, especially seeing Shifeng's leisurely and carefree gait. Hai Ming wished he could rush over and tear him apart. He roared again, "You are that dog bastard called Shifeng, right? Today, I will make you regret ever being born."

Hai Ming's mind was already filled with countless cruel methods to torture Shifeng. He gritted his teeth, his face twisted, and he slapped his horse's back. The horse, in pain, galloped forward.

" I will make you taste what it's like to be worse than dead! " Hai Ming roared with all his might.

At this moment, the group of Hai family members had also arrived. Some of them broke away from the crowd to help Hai Ming deal with Shifeng.

At this moment, Butler Yue extended a hand to block the person's path and said, "No need to go over. He's just a Martial Disciple. Let the young master have his fun. You just do your job."

" Yes! " the person replied.

The Hai family also knew that the other party was just a Martial Disciple, but they had sent so many people because the matter was too significant, and they feared any unexpected incidents.

On the way, Butler Yue had already made arrangements to ensure that the other party could not escape.

Now that they had reached their destination and seen the murderer the family head wanted to capture, the twenty-three Hai family martial artists spurred their horses, gradually spreading out to form a large circle, surrounding Shifeng in the center. In the minds of the Hai family members, that bold and daring Martial Disciple who dared to offend the Hai family was already a bird in a cage, unable to escape.

Shifeng seemed to ignore the actions of the Hai family martial artists. He stopped, raised his head slightly, and watched Hai Ming, who was riding a horse and charging towards him, with a disdainful smile, as if looking at a clown. His right hand formed a sword gesture, and suddenly a pale white light appeared at his fingertips. Shifeng let out a low cry, "Netherworld Sword Qi!"

With the low cry, he pointed his sword gesture forward.

A pale white sword qi instantly shot out from Shifeng's fingertips, the pale white light cutting through the dark void, flying towards Hai Ming, who was riding a galloping horse.

At this moment, the faces of the Hai family martial artists changed dramatically, "Releasing yuan force to form sword qi, this... this is something only a Warrior can do! Could this young man have hidden his true cultivation level?"

" This person must not be left alive! " Butler Yue said to Hai Ren beside him in a deep voice. As a Ninth Rank Peak Martial Master, he could clearly see that Shifeng was only at the Sixth Rank Martial Disciple level. For a Martial Disciple to be able to release yuan force, it was a sign of extraordinary talent, one in ten thousand. Such a person, if not cut down in their prime, would undoubtedly become a dominant force in the Tianheng Continent.

Hai Ren nodded silently in agreement, understanding the importance. Since this person was an enemy of the Hai family, they must eliminate him to avoid future troubles.