Chapter 7

Lin Feng led the three people, including Murong Yanran, to the outskirts of the stone village. The place where they had previously fought had not been cleaned up yet, and the ground was littered with desiccated corpses, making the scene look like a hell on earth.

Even Murong Yanran, who had seen the gruesome sight, almost vomited. Ye Ge and the young man in the white robe also frowned, feeling nauseous.

At the village entrance, the old peach tree, with its scorched and withered trunk, contrasted sharply with the bright and blooming peach blossoms, creating a discomforting sensation.

The more vibrant the peach blossoms were, the more eerie they seemed in this hellish environment.

Just as Lin Feng was about to speak, a commotion broke out in the stone village. The shouts of adults and the cries of children echoed together, and everyone from different directions rushed out of the village, trying to escape from the old peach tree at the village entrance.

Lin Feng strained his eyes and saw that between the houses, the bright red peach petals were flying in the air, chasing after the villagers.

Those who were hit by the petals were immediately drained of their life essence, turning into desiccated corpses.

Seeing the little boy, who was bravely protecting others and fleeing with the crowd, Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief, feeling fortunate.

Fortunately, he had met Murong Yanran and the others; otherwise, if the old peach tree had acted so quickly, he would have had no way to deal with this old demon.

Facing the peach blossoms chasing out of the village, Lin Feng shouted and fled, covering his head as if he were greatly frightened.

Murong Yanran and the young man in the white robe, seeing Lin Feng's retreating back, sneered in unison, "Coward."

Lin Feng didn't know that his behavior was being despised, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

Of course, he had to run. If the little boy and the old village chief saw him like this, how could he pretend to be a transcendent master?

Moreover, Lin Feng needed to quickly get out of the sight of the three people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect to prepare for his own move.

No matter who won, Lin Feng would intervene.

If the old peach tree won, Lin Feng would naturally be unhappy. Now, it wasn't just about the little boy's safety; he also had to ensure that Murong Yanran and the others, though defeated, could escape with their lives. At least, Murong Yanran must not die.

Otherwise, who would go to the Xiao family to break the engagement?

But if Ye Ge and the others won too easily, that wouldn't be good for Lin Feng either. Who knew if they would see the little boy's potential and take him into the Flowing Light Sword Sect?

That would be a disaster for Lin Feng.

A mutual defeat was what Lin Feng most wanted to see.

Thus, he carefully found a place to hide, took out the Northern Polar Magnetic Sword, and closely watched the battle.

The young man in the white robe had already drawn his sword and engaged the old peach tree.

Although his cultivation at the tenth level of Qi Condensation was remarkable, he managed to cut down a few peach blossoms but was far from a match for the old peach tree.

Just as the young man's sword light was about to strike the tree trunk, the old peach tree suddenly changed. The peach blossoms on the branches emitted a pink mist, which formed a cloud covering the old peach tree.

The young man's sword light, upon striking the pink mist, became stuck as if in quicksand, unable to advance.

"Vile creature, how dare you?" The young man's face changed, and he tried to recall his flying sword, but it was sucked into the red mist, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't retrieve it.

Moreover, the red mist began to erode him, attacking his own body. The young man's face turned red, as if he were drunk, and he could only struggle to hold on.

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse, and both Ye Ge and Murong Yanran were greatly alarmed. Murong Yanran wanted to help, but Ye Ge stopped her: "This tree demon is strange; don't interfere."

Ye Ge stretched out his hand and drew a line in the air, emitting an invisible sword qi that severed the connection between the young man and the old peach tree, saving the young man and handing him over to Murong Yanran: "You two retreat; I will deal with this demon."

Saying this, he drew his sword and thrust forward, emitting a golden sword light.

Ye Ge's sword light was much more powerful than the young man's, like a white rainbow in the sky, the dazzling sword light slashing towards the old peach tree.

The old peach tree used the same trick again, the red mist becoming even denser, blocking Ye Ge's sword light. The red mist rippled like water, and the force of Ye Ge's powerful strike was neutralized.

Lin Feng secretly thought, "Fortunately." The old peach tree, able to withstand a strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Ye Ge, indeed had the strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Fortunately, he had not been rash before; otherwise, even with the Northern Polar Magnetic Sword, challenging the old peach tree alone would have been a one-way trip.

Ye Ge coldly snorted, and the bright sword light turned into a cloud, expanding with a loud boom. The sword qi soared, forming a towering cloud pillar.

The cloud pillar expanded to its limit, and the cloud burst, transforming into a rain of sword qi, thousands upon thousands flying in all directions.

The old peach tree remained calm, and the peach blossoms on its branches all fell, turning into a shower of flowers that shot towards Ye Ge.

Unlike the previous light and insubstantial petals, these petals were like arrows, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks.

The shower of flowers and the endless sword qi met in the air, creating a stunning collision.

The petals shattered, and the sword qi dissipated, intertwining and creating a hazy scene.

Hiding in the shadows, Lin Feng watched with excitement: "This is the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Indeed, they have some skills."

While watching, he pondered how he would deal with a Foundation Establishment cultivator if he encountered one.

Avoiding a confrontation would be best, but if he had to fight, he would first set up the Nine Heavens Thunder Attraction to ambush, then use the Northern Polar Magnetic Sword to attack from both sides while the opponent was dealing with the thunder.

Success or failure would depend on these one or two moves. If such an attack couldn't defeat the enemy, he would immediately run as fast as he could.

In general, with careful planning, an ambush could be attempted, but the chances of success were still low.

While Lin Feng was thinking, the battle had intensified.

The collision of sword qi and flower rain seemed to favor Ye Ge. After shattering hundreds of peach blossoms, the sword qi continued to strike the old peach tree.

The dense sword qi rained down on the old peach tree, which was enveloped in a layer of bright red demonic light, brilliantly dazzling, and withstood the sword rain.

Like raindrops on water, the red demonic light rippled, and while a single sword qi might not penetrate the old peach tree's defense, the continuous and dense attack made the old peach tree feel like it was in a storm.

Murong Yanran and the young man in the white robe cheered loudly.

The stone village residents, who had fled far away, also stopped to watch the battle. Seeing Ye Ge gain the upper hand, they cheered together.

Only Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, feeling uneasy: "Something's not right."

He wasn't worried about the old peach tree but sensed that it was holding back.

Seeing the old peach tree only defending and not counterattacking, the cautious Ye Ge became confident. He changed his sword technique, merging with his sword, and soared into the sky.

The mist-like sword qi instantly turned into a brilliant sword light, and with man and sword as one, he slashed down at the old peach tree.

This strike abandoned the mist's unpredictable nature and focused all its power on destruction. Ye Ge's full magical power surged, forming a massive, board-wide sword light, powerful and invincible.

But at that moment, a soft laugh echoed in Lin Feng's ears.

It was the same low, hoarse female voice, filled with disdain and contempt.

Lin Feng's eyes widened as he saw the bright red demonic light around the old peach tree suddenly contract into a small, fist-sized light ball.

The light ball seemed insignificant, but Lin Feng felt his soul tremble as he looked at it.

It was a force compressed to the extreme, with destructive power reaching its peak. Lin Feng even saw the air around the light ball distort, and the space seemed to be collapsing inward.

Ye Ge's face changed: "What a cunning demon!"

But his move was already committed, and he couldn't change it. He had no choice but to attack.

Ye Ge's sword light collided with the old peach tree's light ball, emitting a blinding light that made everyone unable to open their eyes.

For a moment, there was no sound, but then a deafening explosion echoed.

A massive shockwave spread out, and the stone village residents, far away, were blown around like straw.

Lin Feng, even from a distance, felt a tightness in his chest, and the breath he was about to exhale was forcibly suppressed.

At the center of the explosion, a figure was thrown back and fell heavily to the ground—it was Ye Ge.

At this moment, Ye Ge no longer had the initial air of a transcendent master; his white robe was stained with blood.

Murong Yanran and the young man in the white robe were shocked and quickly helped Ye Ge up. Before they could speak, Ye Ge interrupted them, shouting urgently: "Run, quickly!"

As he spoke, the old peach tree's branches swayed in the wind, preparing for another attack.

The three people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect didn't hesitate, supporting each other as they fled in a panic. At this moment, they had no thoughts of slaying demons; their only thought was to run.

But at this moment, Lin Feng raised the Northern Polar Magnetic Sword, pointing it at the old peach tree.

"Right now!"