Chapter 47

The young man in the straw hat emitted a dangerous aura that made Lin Feng feel extremely threatened. A voice in the depths of Lin Feng's heart kept shouting.

"Run! Run! Run!"

This was purely an instinctive reaction, a biological warning when faced with a potential mortal threat. Lin Feng had to constantly force himself to stay in place, rather than immediately turn and flee.

The unhidden fluctuations of magical power from the young man in the straw hat told Lin Feng that he was facing a Golden Core cultivator. Moreover, this was a Golden Core cultivator even stronger than Elder Li of the Blazing Sword Sect.

Lin Feng bitterly smiled in his heart: "Although I pretend to be a great master in front of my disciples, it's out of necessity. In the end, I'm still just a small shrimp at the Qi Condensation stage. Don't keep sending me Golden Core opponents; I really can't handle it!"

The flying swords of the disciples of the Sword Sect of Shu Mountain each had different appearances, but the sword sheaths were all engraved with the same landscape pattern, just like the flame robes of the Blazing Sword Sect, which were symbols of identity known to all.

Lin Feng naturally recognized it at a glance and thought with a bitter smile: "Yan Mingyue, Huiku, and now this guy. I didn't expect to encounter disciples from all three of the greatest holy lands in the world in just a few months."

Although his calves were already cramping, Lin Feng still secretly held the relic in his palm, ready to fight to the death. He would never surrender without a fight.

Liu Yang finished the fine wine in the white jade cup in one gulp, jumped off the large rock, and tilted his head to look at Lin Feng: "Didn't you say you were with a child? Where is he?"

Lin Feng was originally preparing to use the Twenty-Four Heavenly Arhats Formation, but upon hearing Liu Yang's question, he suddenly had a better idea. After carefully considering and feeling that there were no major flaws, Lin Feng began his performance.

"Child? What child?" Lin Feng showed a respectful and obedient expression, looking bewildered.

Liu Yang frowned: "Don't pretend. It's the three or four-year-old child you had with you when you fought the people of the Blazing Sword Sect."

Lin Feng looked surprised: "Although I have limited knowledge, I have heard of the Blazing Sword Sect, one of the Nine Heavens Sword Alliance and one of the few great sword sects in the world. How could a small, wandering cultivator like me dare to provoke them?"

Liu Yang looked him up and down suspiciously: "That's the right attire, isn't it?"

Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "I'm just a cultivator at the tenth layer of Qi Condensation. How could I have the nerve to provoke the Blazing Sword Sect?" As he spoke, Lin Feng released his own magical power fluctuations and casually shattered a rock with a palm strike.

Such a level of magical power was naturally nothing to Liu Yang, but it clearly revealed Lin Feng's cultivation level.

But he was still puzzled: "When you didn't move, I couldn't see through your cultivation level?"

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly: "I accidentally obtained a small item that can hide my cultivation level." He swallowed and showed a respectful, fawning smile, taking out a silk ribbon from his chest and handing it to Liu Yang: "Please, Immortal, take a look."

The silk ribbon was actually a very common item, but after Lin Feng took it out, he actively released his magical power, making Liu Yang believe that the ribbon was indeed the reason he couldn't see through his cultivation level.

Liu Yang took the ribbon, felt no array running within it, and found that he couldn't hide his cultivation level with it. He looked at Lin Feng suspiciously, but at this point, Lin Feng had no secrets left before him, clearly being at the tenth layer of Qi Condensation.

"Why doesn't it work for me?" Liu Yang asked.

"Maybe because my cultivation level is low," Lin Feng said sheepishly. "It's just a small trick, not worth the attention of an Immortal from the Sword Sect of Shu Mountain."

Liu Yang smiled: "You know I'm from the Sword Sect of Shu Mountain?"

Lin Feng glanced at the sword sheath on Liu Yang's waist and smiled: "The Sword Sect of Shu Mountain, the greatest sword sect in the world, is renowned. Even someone as ignorant as me knows that."

Liu Yang pouted, losing all interest in Lin Feng: "Boring." He paused and then asked: "Have you seen a young Daoist with the same attire as you, carrying a three or four-year-old child, in this underground palace?"

Lin Feng shook his head in confusion, and Liu Yang asked: "Then why are you here in this underground palace?"

"I... I came here to train and accidentally entered this underground palace," Lin Feng answered, somewhat nervously.

Liu Yang sneered, and an overwhelming killing aura spread, making Lin Feng tremble all over.

"Immortal, please calm down, Immortal, please calm down," Lin Feng hurriedly said. "I... I actually heard that there's a treasure in this underground palace, so I came to try my luck and see if I could find it."

"A treasure?" Liu Yang was somewhat surprised. "What treasure?"

Lin Feng answered honestly: "It's said that a thousand years ago, this was the cave of the wandering cultivator Black Cloud True Man. After Black Cloud True Man died in the Blood River, his life-bound magical tool, the Black Cloud Banner, remained in this cave."

Liu Yang pouted: "Black Cloud True Man? Never heard of him. He seems to be a Golden Core cultivator? A Golden Core magical tool isn't that impressive."

Lin Feng smiled and said: "Immortal, with your great powers, it's naturally not important. But I heard that the Black Cloud Banner has the ability to teleport through space, which is extremely rare. So I came to try my luck."

"Teleport through space?" Liu Yang's interest was piqued. Spells and magical tools that could teleport through space were very rare and incredibly useful, even for him.

Liu Yang carefully sensed for a moment and frowned: "I don't feel any treasure here."

Lin Feng glanced at the Blood Lake beside him, unable to speak.

Liu Yang noticed his action and laughed: "The treasure is in the Netherworld Blood River? The true water of the Blood River indeed makes it difficult to probe with magical power, but..."

He looked at Lin Feng with a half-smile: "How do I know you're not lying to me? How about this, you go down and look for it first."

"I was originally determined to find the treasure, but when I learned it was in the Netherworld Blood River, I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't dare to go down," Lin Feng shook his head. "With my limited cultivation, how could I withstand the corruption of the Netherworld Blood River? I would be reduced to ashes in a moment."

He looked at the Netherworld Blood River below with fear, as if avoiding a snake.

Seemingly to stay as far away from the polluted blood as possible, Lin Feng quickly climbed onto a stone beam extending from the cliff above the Blood Lake, looking down at the surging Netherworld Blood River with terror.

Liu Yang laughed: "The true water of the Blood River is the most evil and polluted substance in the world, capable of corrupting all magical power and magical tools. It's indeed very dangerous, but it can't stop me!"

"Even if the treasure is really below the Netherworld Blood River, it doesn't matter. It will make things less boring. But..." Liu Yang looked at Lin Feng coldly: "There had better be something down there, or I'll make you regret being born!"

Lin Feng showed a sincerely admiring expression: "The treasure belongs to the capable. Immortal, you obtaining this treasure is the will of heaven. I'm already fortunate to be able to watch from the side!"

Liu Yang laughed triumphantly, and Lin Feng smiled along, but in his heart, he was sneering: "I'll be watching, but I'll be watching how you die!"