Chapter 35

Lin Feng followed behind the group from the Li Feng Society, walking while secretly taking out an old book from his chest and tearing off a page to throw on the ground, leaving a mark for the pursuers from the Xuan Ji Marquis Manor to follow.

"Master, why are we sneaking around like this?" Xiao Yan asked in confusion. "Why don't you just go up and save them directly?"

Lin Feng said calmly, "Every move they make is in my sight. I'm not in a hurry to act because I want to observe and see what kind of character and willpower your new junior brother has."

"See how he performs in such a disadvantageous and dangerous situation."

Lin Feng smiled and glanced at Xiao Yan. "Even you, I have observed carefully. If you hadn't persisted and refused to give up in adversity, I wouldn't have taken you as my disciple."

Xiao Yan also smiled, nodded in agreement, and said no more.

Suddenly thinking of something, Lin Feng asked, "Xiao Yan, did the monk you encountered cultivate the Immovable Vajra Wrath?"

Lin Feng only had the first half of the Immovable Vajra Sutra. Although it could be cultivated according to the method, it had its limits and could not cultivate the supreme divine power of the Immovable Vajra Wrath.

Xiao Yan, assuming Lin Feng was gradually teaching him the method, had never been suspicious. Now, hearing Lin Feng's question, he replied, "I'm not sure. We alarmed the city patrol, and they surrounded the monk. Later, he unleashed a terrifying green flame to break through the encirclement."

"Ordinary fire-based techniques, when cultivated to the level of true fire, are usually orange-yellow. According to the Immovable Vajra Sutra, the Immovable Vajra Wrath should be pure gold." Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The flame the monk emitted was green, but the technique he cultivated is definitely the Immovable Vajra Sutra."

After a moment of thought, Lin Feng concluded, "The monk's Immovable Vajra Sutra is incomplete, and it seems to be missing the most important opening chapter."

The content of the technique naturally becomes more profound as it progresses, but the beginning of the Immovable Vajra Sutra has several key introductory texts that, though seemingly simple, form the foundation of the entire technique.

Without these key introductory texts, even if the rest of the technique is complete, it is easy to go astray during cultivation. Even if the entire Immovable Vajra Sutra is cultivated, it would be like a building without a solid foundation, unstable and precarious.

Although Lin Feng did not have the second half of the Immovable Vajra Sutra, the first half was complete and flawless, and Xiao Yan cultivated it meticulously.

The monk, who had devoted his entire life to studying the Immovable Vajra Sutra, naturally recognized that Xiao Yan's Immovable Vajra Sutra included the key introductory texts, which is why he was envious and tried to capture Xiao Yan.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan smiled and asked, "Master, the Immovable Vajra Sutra I cultivate is also incomplete. When will you teach me the second half?"

Lin Feng laughed. "Greed is a bad thing. Focus on what you have for now."

After dismissing Xiao Yan, Lin Feng thought to himself, "Touching my disciple and stealing my technique? We'll see who ends up stealing from whom."

The group from the Li Feng Society had clearly been hiding in the heart of the Great Zhou for a long time. They were familiar with the terrain and had many hidden supports, with a well-planned escape route.

But with Lin Feng continuously guiding the way, their trail was exposed clearly. In less than three days, the pursuers from the Xuan Ji Marquis Manor had caught up to them.

Although they had not been pinpointed, the pursuers were closing in from all directions, trapping the Li Feng Society group in a mountain range and gradually tightening the encirclement.

Lin Feng, with his two disciples, became increasingly cautious, hiding their presence to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

In the forest, a group of people moved swiftly. The leader was a bald old man with a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, resembling a vulture.

The bald old man suddenly stopped, and the others behind him also halted. The old man's cold gaze scanned the surroundings but found nothing.

One of the people behind him whispered, "Old Vulture, is something wrong?"

The old man's eyes flickered, and he remained silent. Suddenly, a white bone flew out from his sleeve.

It seemed to be a large animal's thigh bone, as white as jade, crystal clear, and extremely thick at one end, resembling a hammer.

The bone flew into the air, growing from a foot long to over ten meters long and as thick as a barrel. A heavy aura of malevolence burst from the bone, terrifying all the creatures in the forest.

The old man waved his hand, and the bone flew up, whistling like wind and thunder, and struck a small hill in the distance.

A loud "boom" echoed as the massive hill was shattered into pieces, and countless rocks rolled down the mountain, dust and debris filling the sky.

The bone returned to the old man's head, shrinking back to a foot long and slipping back into his sleeve.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the old man grunted, "I felt someone was watching us just now, but it seems I was being paranoid. Let's go."

The group resumed their journey, disappearing into the dense forest.

On a nearby mountain, Lin Feng and his disciples concealed their presence. After the bald old man and his group left, Xiao Yan sighed in relief. "That old ghost is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, right?"

Lin Feng nodded. He wasn't worried about being discovered, but Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian could easily expose their presence.

"But even if we are discovered, it won't matter much," Lin Feng chuckled.

The bald old man didn't know that they were already very close to the Li Feng Society group. His actions would definitely alert the others.

Sure enough, a short while later, a powerful magical fluctuation came from the valley ahead.

Lin Feng and his disciples approached and saw a dry riverbed where the old man's group was fiercely battling a gray-robed man.

The old man's bone staff had grown to over ten meters long, sweeping up and down. With him as the main force, various cultivators used different spells to attack the gray-robed man.

Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian exchanged glances and whispered, "Master, that gray-robed man is the monk who intercepted us!"

Lin Feng focused his gaze. The gray-robed man had short, spiky hair, and faintly visible on his head were six burn marks.

Although at a disadvantage, the man remained calm, with a pale green flame burning around him.

Any spell that touched the green flame was immediately consumed. Even fire-based spells from other cultivators were burned as fuel by the green flame.

The group attacked for a long time, but the gray-robed monk's green flame grew stronger and more intense.

Only the old man's bone staff could pose a threat, even the green flame could not withstand it, forcing the monk to dodge.

The old man, controlling the bone staff, tried to disrupt the monk's mind. "Great monk, the Li Feng Society left you behind to be cannon fodder. Only a fool would believe their words."

The monk, Hui Ku, was growing increasingly angry. He had volunteered to stay behind to show his skills, but now he was trapped, which would not earn him the trust of the Li Feng Society.

Hui Ku thought, "After this, I must capture that boy I met. If I could cultivate the true Immovable Vajra Wrath, it wouldn't be so difficult."

As he was thinking, a sword beam suddenly flew from a distance, striking Hui Ku. The green flame could not block it.

Hui Ku was startled and dodged, but the sword beam cut through a mountain behind him, causing a massive landslide and a deafening roar, as if an earthquake had struck.

The mountain's cut surface was smooth as a mirror, and Lin Feng frowned. "A powerful sword cultivator, with Foundation Establishment cultivation and a high-quality flying sword."

A black-robed swordsman appeared on the scene, his eyes cold and menacing, staring at Hui Ku.

Hui Ku, though focused on the black-robed swordsman, glanced to the side and saw a white-robed middle-aged man, dressed like a scholar, but with a vast aura of power, indicating he was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Who would have thought that a remnant of the Great Thunder Sound Temple would be mixed with the Li Feng Society," the white-robed scholar said, examining Hui Ku. He raised his hand and shot several white beams into the sky, forming a light curtain that enveloped the surrounding mountains.

Hui Ku looked at him coldly. The white-robed scholar smiled. "This area is sealed by my array. You can't escape."

He and the black-robed swordsman and the old man formed a triangular position, surrounding Hui Ku, while other Qi Practitioners spread out around them.

Lin Feng frowned. These three were on par with Hui Ku. Three against one, Hui Ku would be hard-pressed to escape, and even if he managed to take one down, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.

The most likely outcome was that he would be captured alive.

As Lin Feng was thinking, he saw a sinister smile on Hui Ku's face, completely out of character for a monk.

The gray-robed monk chuckled. "The ones who can't escape are you." As he spoke, Hui Ku raised his hands, and twenty-four light points flew into the air, forming a strange array.

Lin Feng's expression changed. He sensed an extremely powerful force from the array, a threat that touched the soul, similar to what he had felt from the Golden Core cultivator of the Fiery Sword Sect.

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