Chapter 8

The confrontation between the two Foundation Establishment cultivators ended with the old peach tree emerging victorious.

First, it feigned weakness to lure Ye Ge into a rash advance, then decisively countered with its full strength, leaving the Flowing Light Sword Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator with a face full of blossoms.

However, the old peach tree also paid a significant price. Its once vibrant red protective aura had now vanished, and it could only form a new offensive with red mist and flower rain.

Even so, the heavily injured Ye Ge and his two companions could not withstand it, and they hastily fled.

At this moment, a powerful surge of mana erupted from another direction, lightning and thunder surging, creating a breathtaking scene.

Lin Feng’s face was pale, and he was drenched in sweat.

Above his head, the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword hovered in mid-air, its blade covered in lightning arcs, sparks jumping and crackling with intense electrical sounds.

Lin Feng, holding a spell gesture, felt bitter in his mouth: “This thing consumes too much mana, but it’s still far from enough.” He felt as if all his mana was being drained by the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword.

Lin Feng had few opportunities. With the old peach tree severely weakened by Ye Ge, this was the best chance to defeat it. Once this opportunity passed, it would not come again.

Suddenly, inspiration struck Lin Feng: “Right, how could I forget that thing?”

He quickly took out the Heavenly Thunder Jade Core and attempted to draw lightning essence from it.

This nearly caused trouble. The lightning essence within the Heavenly Thunder Jade Core was so pure and vast that it surged into Lin Feng’s body in an instant, almost turning him into charcoal.

Lin Feng was completely enveloped in lightning, his entire body covered in dense, bluish-purple lightning.

Not only did sparks fly from his eyes, nose, and mouth, but even his pores could not contain the excess lightning essence, which spewed out.

At the critical moment, Lin Feng pushed his Nine Heavens Thunder Law to its极限, mentally connecting with the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword above his head.

The vast lightning essence finally found an outlet, surging into the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword like a flood breaking through a dam.

Lin Feng carefully controlled the flow of mana and essence within his body, making himself a bridge between the Heavenly Thunder Jade Core and the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword.

With the substantial boost from the Heavenly Thunder Jade Core, the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword became even more powerful. The lightning on its blade became more condensed, eventually turning into a pure white light, transforming the sword itself into a light sword.

At the tip of the light sword, a ball of lightning formed, growing larger and larger, exuding a destructive power that rivaled the heavenly lightning Lin Feng had summoned with the Nine Heavens Thunder Law, if not surpassing it.

The terror of this lightning ball was comparable to the light ball condensed by the old peach tree.

The commotion from Lin Feng’s side had already caught the attention of everyone in the battle. Both sides stopped their attacks, uncertain and wary, though they could not see Lin Feng, they were all watching his movements.

But before they could react, Lin Feng had already made his move.

A beam of overwhelmingly powerful and fierce lightning streaked across the sky, striking the charred old peach tree.

Northern Polar Sky Magnet Light!

The branches of the peach tree trembled violently, and endless red mist and flower rain surged toward the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Light.

The lightning and the flower rain and red mist met in mid-air, time seeming to freeze, becoming infinitely slow. What should have been an instant felt like a hundred years.

Everyone watching could clearly see the flower rain and red mist shattering bit by bit, turning into dust, and then being devoured by the lightning.

The alluring branches of the peach tree, inch by inch, foot by foot, all crumbled like ash.

Finally, the old peach tree, standing over eight meters tall with a diameter of over ten meters, cracked like a broken porcelain, shattering into countless pieces of charred wood that fell to the ground.

The old peach tree, which had already been struck by lightning once before, could not withstand this second lightning strike.

Seeing the result of his attack, Lin Feng let out a long breath, feeling a surge of relief and weakness. He had no strength left to repeat it.

The massive amount of lightning essence that flowed through his body into the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword had placed a tremendous burden on him, especially his heart, which felt numb.

But he quickly regained his composure, as he vaguely saw a white figure flash by after the old peach tree was shattered.

Though it was just a fleeting glimpse, Lin Feng’s face changed dramatically.

It was a woman with bare feet and snow-white clothes, her beauty unmatched by anything Lin Feng had ever seen.

Muyan Yanran could be considered a beauty, but she was still slightly inferior to this woman.

The woman’s beauty was flawless, breathtaking, and mesmerizing... almost inhuman.

But Lin Feng did not feel the usual excitement he felt when seeing a beautiful woman.

Instead, he felt a bone-chilling cold, his back drenched in cold sweat.

The woman had long, loose hair and no adornments, yet she exuded a naturally alluring beauty.

Lin Feng felt her gaze on him, and he heard her low, hoarse voice in his ear.

“My name is Longye. Please remember, because...”

Unlike her clear and beautiful appearance, her voice was extremely low, yet it had a unique charm that made one willingly sink into it.

But Lin Feng did not have any romantic thoughts, as her next words were:

“...because I remember you!”

With those words, the white figure vanished, leaving only the shattered remains of the old peach tree.

Lin Feng touched his nose, and if he could, he would have said, “Sister, I hope your memory isn’t that good.”

Being remembered by a beautiful woman was usually a good thing, but not by this Longye.

At this moment, the others finally snapped out of their daze.

The villagers of Stone Village, who had been cheering when Ye Ge had the upper hand, were now in a panic as the three Flowing Light Sword Sect cultivators were beaten and fled. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning from the sky directly killed the tree demon.

The dramatic turn of events was too fast. When the villagers came to their senses, many were so overjoyed that they wept, kneeling in the direction from which the lightning had come.

The fleeing Ye Ge and his two companions were also stunned. The young man in white said angrily, “This guy is really good at taking advantage of others. He only acted after Elder Ye and the tree demon were both weakened.”

Ye Ge shook his head. “Judging by the power of that lightning, the opponent is at least as strong as I am.” He did not know that Lin Feng could only release one Northern Polar Sky Magnet Light.

Muyan Yanran hesitated and said, “Should we go back and check?”

As she spoke, a wave of hostility and a surge of mana came from the direction of the lightning.

Ye Ge and his companions all looked grim. The young man in white said angrily, “How dare they provoke us in front of the Flowing Light Sword Sect?”

Muyan Yanran shot him a glance. “Elder Ye is injured, so we can only let them be arrogant.”

“Let’s go. At least the tree demon is dead,” Ye Ge sighed, looking at Muyan Yanran. “But it will delay your trip to Wuzhou Xiao Family to break the engagement. We’ll have to wait until the old man recovers.”

Muyan Yanran quickly replied, “Of course, Elder’s recovery is the most important.”

After scaring off Muyan Yanran and her companions, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the crowd in the distance, his heart warmed: “After all this effort, it’s finally time for the harvest.”

As for the future troubles brought by Longye, Lin Feng could only put them aside for now. His mind was filled with the thought that he was finally going to have his first disciple.

He quickly changed into his Daoist robes, once again appearing as a high-ranking cultivator with a feathered robe and star crown. Lin Feng sneaked back to the old village chief’s house, found the most comfortable position, and sat in the courtyard, waiting for Little Point and the others to return.

A short while later, a group of people, including the village chief and Little Point, entered the courtyard. They had originally planned to discuss the aftermath.

But when they entered, they saw Lin Feng sitting cross-legged, a spell sword resting on his knees, the lightning arcs on the sword flashing and dazzling their eyes.

Little Point was the first to react. “Daoist, was it you who killed the old tree demon?”

Lin Feng smiled faintly but said nothing.

Recalling the talisman he had given Little Point to summon heavenly lightning, and seeing the Northern Polar Sky Magnet Sword on Lin Feng’s knees, the villagers immediately cheered, remembering the lightning that had shattered the old peach tree like a miracle.

Everyone looked at Lin Feng with reverence, and a large group of them knelt down, thanking him for saving their lives.

Even with Lin Feng’s thick skin, he felt a bit embarrassed, but he had to continue playing the role of a high-ranking cultivator, so he had to tough it out.

The old village chief also came forward to thank Lin Feng. After his thanks, he seemed to have something to say, his gaze shifting hesitantly between Lin Feng and Little Point.

On the surface, Lin Feng remained calm, but his eyes were always on Little Point, his heart calling out.

“Little Point, Little Point, come to your master’s bowl.”

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