Chapter 27

Continuously sending several people from the Dalu Academy flying, Ye Feng no longer dodged, and punched straight toward the sword light.

"Boom!"

The sword light completely disintegrated. What was just a vibrant sword aura was instantly shattered by the merciless fist wind. With the wind at his feet, Ye Feng's body rushed forward, and another punch landed on the long sword.

"Clang!"

The long sword of Hei Wuchang emitted a mournful sound, as if crying, and it flew out of his hand, having been struck by Ye Feng's punch.

"Shattered into pieces!"

How could he let him off? True qi mixed with strength created an unparalleled fist might, piercing through the air and breaking through resistance, landing a punch on Hei Wuchang with incredible speed.

Terrifying waves of qi spread out layer by layer, and the people standing around involuntarily took a step back to avoid the impact of the qi waves.

"Bang!"

Hei Wuchang's body was thrown out, flying through the air. The long sword in his hand drew a semicircle in the air and then fell back into his hand.

With disheveled hair and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the long sword pointed to the ground, his eyes emitting a crimson bloodlight, Hei Wuchang glared at Ye Feng, wishing he could drink his blood and eat his flesh.

"Boy, who are you? I haven't heard of any such young genius appearing in the Tianling Academy."

Hei Wuchang's tone was icy cold. Being defeated by Ye Feng in one move shattered his sword technique and his glory, but he had no memory of when such a monstrous genius appeared in the Tianling Academy, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, at the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage, able to break through the Ninth Level of the Later Heaven stage in one move.

"He is our internal competition champion, 'Ye Feng.' How could you, mere dirt and straw, know about him?"

The Tianling Academy side was boiling, starting to cheer. Ye Feng had avenged them, otherwise they would have been humiliated by the Dalu Academy.

"Is that so? Boy, I indeed underestimated you. I was careless just now and was ambushed by you. There won't be such good luck next time."

Hei Wuchang emitted a cold killing aura, believing that Ye Feng had ambushed him. Otherwise, how could he have broken his sword technique? The long sword pointed at Ye Feng, and several sword flowers appeared, cutting through the air with a hissing sound.

"Stubborn and unyielding!"

Faced with the overwhelming sword qi, Ye Feng's body moved, and with a powerful leap, he disappeared from his original position. A fierce aura shot out from the top of Ye Feng's head, scattering the sword qi. In the face of absolute strength, any change was so fragile.

Eighteen sword shadows, Hei Wuchang fully unleashed the Eighteen Whirlwind Swords, forming eighteen waves of qi that locked onto Ye Feng's vital points. This advanced martial technique was indeed different, with more intricate changes and more cunning angles of attack.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of collision sounds echoed through the space. Facing eighteen long swords, Ye Feng's fist turned into a blur, and his body formed several shadows. Each shadow disappeared, and a sword qi was shattered.

After eighteen punches, all the sword light disappeared, and the air produced a violent friction sound. Ye Feng's speed reached the point of friction with the air, and another punch, even more massive and fierce.

"Die!" The furious punch landed on Hei Wuchang's body. This time, Ye Feng did not hold back. In the Divine Martial Continent, the weak were preyed upon by the strong. If he did not defeat him, he would die. Ye Feng could not be merciful and dared not be merciful.

"Crack!"

Hei Wuchang's body flew out like a broken kite, flipping several times in the air, and finally landed heavily on the ground, with large areas of his bones shattered and blood gushing from his mouth, clearly severely injured.

"Cough, cough!" After landing, Hei Wuchang coughed violently, each cough bringing up a large mouthful of blood, his face pale, his chest heaving.

Ye Feng wanted to kill him, but with so many people watching, he did not do so, to avoid leaving a handle. He did not want the two academies to engage in a conflict. Ye Feng considered the situation comprehensively and only injured him.

Everyone from the Dalu Academy helped Hei Wuchang up, and someone took out a spirit medicine to help him recover. After swallowing several pills, his complexion improved, and his eyes looked at Ye Feng with a mix of respect and a cold killing intent.

"This time, our Tianling Academy will have seven spots, and your Dalu Academy will have only three spots. If you do not agree, you will have none."

Ye Feng was extremely domineering, directly securing seven spots for the Tianling Academy and only three for the Dalu Academy, making a total of ten.

"You are too overbearing!" A disciple from the Dalu Academy stood up, thinking Ye Feng had gone too far.

"What, are you不服 (unconvinced)?" A sharp gaze pierced the man, scaring him into stepping back, not daring to face Ye Feng's eyes.

"Fine, we agree!" After taking the pills, Hei Wuchang, after a period of rest, stopped his injuries and rapidly recovered, agreeing to Ye Feng's terms.

"Brother..."

"No need to say more. This matter is settled. This time, I will lead two people, and you all go back first."

Hei Wuchang stopped them from speaking. Continuing the conflict would benefit neither side. Even he was not a match for Ye Feng, so he knew they had definitely suffered a loss this time.

No one spoke further. Since Hei Wuchang had said so, they had to comply, leaving the two strongest disciples behind, and the rest had to leave the Chen family.

The matter was finally resolved satisfactorily, and everyone in the Chen family breathed a sigh of relief, especially since they feared a fatal incident, but fortunately, nothing serious happened.

"Welcome, young heroes, to the Chen family. I believe you all know why you are here. It's not early, so let's set off as soon as possible. What do you think?"

An old man in his fifties walked out from the back hall, followed by a man and a woman, both in their twenties, likely his children. The man was imposing, and the woman was graceful. It was unexpected that the Chen family, known for their business, had such a pair of children. Both had strong cultivation, around the Ninth Level of the Later Heaven stage, which puzzled everyone.

"Let me introduce you. These two are my son and daughter. You may not know them, but you must have heard of the Liuli Valley. They are elite disciples of the Liuli Valley. You can get to know them better in the future."

The old man was very proud. The Chen family had always focused on business, but in recent years, they had been constantly oppressed, with martial artists often extorting and threatening them. Out of necessity, the Chen family turned to martial arts, teaching their children from a young age to protect their business, which was understandable.

"Chen Yiming greets everyone. This time, my sister and I will lead everyone into the Qiyang Mountains to gather medicinal herbs. We hope for your cooperation along the way."

The man, Chen Yiming, stepped forward, bowed to everyone, and spoke appropriately.

"Brother Chen, it's our duty to take on the task. We will set off as soon as possible."

A disciple from the Dalu Academy bowed and said politely.

Ye Feng did not speak. He was there to earn spirit stones and would leave once the task was completed, perhaps never to see them again. When Chen Yiming looked at him, Ye Feng merely smiled.

After a while, the group set off. This time, the Chen family dispatched thirty guards, ten herbalists, and ten people including Ye Feng, forming a large team heading toward the Qiyang Mountains.

Gathering herbs was a specialized skill. Without the knowledge, one could not identify the age of the herbs, and even if they were collected, they would be useless. Therefore, the Chen family employed a large number of herbalists.

This herb-gathering trip would last about three days. Ye Feng's task was simple: to help resolve any dangers. If no dangers arose, the Chen family would still pay them.

Walking through the dense forest, the ground was covered with dead leaves, dark and damp, with strange insects flying around, some even poisonous. If bitten, the skin would become very itchy.

"Brother Ye, this is insect repellent. Apply it to your body to prevent insect bites."

A young man in his twenties addressed Ye Feng as "Brother." In the Divine Martial Continent, there was no distinction by age, only by strength, so calling Ye Feng "Brother" was normal.

"Thank you!"

Ye Feng took the insect repellent and thanked him. He had not considered this, and after applying the repellent, the strange insects stayed away from him.

"Brother Ye, be cautious of the people from the Dalu Academy. I felt a killing intent from them, and they might take action in the dark," the young man warned.

"I am well aware. If they dare to harm us, I will not hesitate to kill them," Ye Feng replied.

After a few hours, they reached an open area where countless rare flowers and herbs were blooming, emitting a faint fragrance.

"This is the Lingxue Grass, a rare medicinal herb. Each plant is worth several spirit stones, and if refined into a pill, its value could increase by hundreds of times," the young man explained to Ye Feng.

The Chen family began to gather the herbs, but only the herbalists could determine which were suitable for collection and which were not. If it were Ye Feng, he would collect everything.

However, the Chen family was different. They only collected the older plants, leaving the younger ones for future harvests, a scientific approach to avoid depleting the resources.

Ye Feng and the others dispersed to patrol, forming several groups to search the area. The Qiyang Mountains were even more dangerous than the Hengduan Mountains due to the presence of zombie ghosts, which were more terrifying than beasts.

The Chen family's martial artists helped tie and load the herbs, and everyone had clear roles, indicating that they had done this before, frequently entering the Qiyang Mountains to gather herbs.

"Brother Hei, where are we going?"

Hei Wuchang led two people away from the group, turning a corner and heading toward a hidden cave.

"You'll see. I'm going to make them all die here."

Hei Wuchang's voice was cold and filled with killing intent.

An hour passed, and the herbs were almost fully gathered. Just as everyone was about to leave, a rustling sound came from all around, and a cold, chilling aura enveloped the area.

"Bad, we are surrounded by zombie ghosts."