Chapter 36

As the man in blue finished speaking, several people behind him chimed in, "We are disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy in the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty. Although we ourselves are not strong, soon powerful Heaven Martial Realm and even Divine Martial Realm seniors from our academy will descend here. At that time..."

At this point, their intentions were quite clear.

They were weak in strength and had their storage spirit rings stolen by the mercenary group. Now, seeing that Ye Feng had obtained their storage spirit rings, they wanted to get them back from him.

Moreover, these few people emphasized their identity as disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy in the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, a prestigious academy that could rival the Sword Sect.

They used this as a threat, wanting Ye Feng to hand over the storage spirit rings.

However, Ye Feng continued drinking, ignoring them.

Seeing this, the first man in blue's expression turned somewhat gloomy, and he couldn't help but say, "Friend, please return our storage spirit rings. Otherwise, when our seniors arrive..."

"Then wait for them to arrive."

Ye Feng suddenly spoke, interrupting the group.

"You...!"

Hearing Ye Feng's response, the disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy all changed their expressions, looking extremely displeased.

The man in blue wanted to say something more.

"Boom!"

But a massive aura suddenly erupted from Ye Feng, instantly sending the man in blue flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Feng looked at their shocked and angry expressions and calmly said, "Do you really think I won't kill? What I have taken belongs to me. You want it back? That's a huge joke. I didn't expect the disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy to be such cowards."

"You...!"

The young men's faces turned red with anger, but they didn't know how to respond.

Because,

Ye Feng's words were not wrong. They didn't dare to confront the brutal mercenaries, yet they used the Imperial Martial Academy to threaten Ye Feng, which was indeed the act of cowards.

These young men were actually aware of this, but they had tried, thinking that perhaps Ye Feng would be intimidated and hand over the storage spirit rings.

But the result was that Ye Feng directly took strong action, making their faces burn with shame and anger.

"Go! We'll deal with this guy when our seniors arrive!"

The man in blue, who had been thrown back, got up in a wretched state and whispered to his companions, his eyes full of malice.

"Then you die first."

Suddenly, Ye Feng's cold voice echoed in the tavern.

"Run!"

The man in blue immediately dashed towards the tavern door.

"Pfft!"

But at that moment, Ye Feng just flicked his finger, and a sword aura tore through the air, piercing the man in blue's body.

"Thud!"

He hadn't even run out of the tavern when he fell to the ground, dead, his blood staining the entrance red.

Seeing this, the remaining disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy were all filled with dread.

"This was all his idea!"

The few people pointed at the dead man in blue on the ground, their voices full of pleading.

Ye Feng waved his hand, not bothering to waste words with these cowards.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you for sparing our lives!"

The young men and women, feeling as if they had been granted a reprieve, immediately fled the tavern in a panic, disappearing in a moment.

The tavern owner was a burly middle-aged man with a scar on his rugged face.

He now came out from behind the counter, giving Ye Feng a thumbs up and said, "Young brother, your martial arts are impressive. I admire you. These disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy think they are noble and act tyrannically, ordering people around. They should have been taught a lesson long ago."

As he spoke, the tavern owner called two waiters to carry away the body of the man in blue, clean up the blood, and the tavern quickly returned to its usual calm.

Clearly, the residents of the small town were long accustomed to the violent confrontations between martial artists.

"I've heard that in the Demon Blood City, there is a treasure vault storing the enormous wealth plundered by the Demon Blood Sect over the years. It is said that there is also a powerful Demon Lord's legacy inside, attracting many powerful figures, even from outside the Great Yan Dynasty. They will launch a total assault on Demon Blood City in three days."

The tavern owner suddenly sat opposite Ye Feng, poured him a cup of wine, and spoke.

Demon Blood Sect's treasure vault?

Demon Lord's legacy?

Total assault in three days?

Ye Feng looked at the tavern owner, feeling that he was not an ordinary person, and said, "Uncle Scar, how do you know these things?"

"Uncle Scar?"

The tavern owner's lips twitched, and he was quite displeased with the nickname, saying, "Young man, I'm not called Uncle Scar. You can call me Senior."

Ye Feng ignored him and said, "Uncle Scar, you're telling me this because you see potential in my strength and want to team up with me to seek treasure?"

Uncle Scar nodded and said, "That's right. Your strength is very strong, and you are skilled at concealing your aura. Even I can't discern your true cultivation, so you are very suitable."

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly realized that he couldn't see through Uncle Scar either.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "How can I trust you?"

Uncle Scar chuckled and pulled out a piece of animal skin from his pocket. It was covered with dense routes and annotations.

"Is this a map of Demon Blood City? How did you get it?" Ye Feng's eyes widened in surprise.

"I raised a hunting eagle and had it circle the sky over Demon Blood City every day, and that's how I drew this precious map of Demon Blood City." Uncle Scar smiled.

"Why choose me?" Ye Feng asked.

"Because you are strong enough, and you dared to kill the disciples of the Imperial Martial Academy, showing that you have the courage I like. I also find those self-righteous young people very annoying. Besides, I really need a powerful ally to fight together in Demon Blood City and take advantage of the chaos." Uncle Scar gave his reasons.

"I'll join." Ye Feng took the map of Demon Blood City from Uncle Scar and began to study it.

"It's too complicated. You don't need to look at it. Just follow the map when the time comes." Uncle Scar said.

"I have a good memory. In these three days, I'll memorize the map, so we won't need to look at it, saving time and effort."

Ye Feng knew that when the major forces launched a total assault on Demon Blood City in three days, it would be chaotic. They needed to find the treasure vault quickly and couldn't afford to waste any time.

"Memorize the entire map?"

However, Uncle Scar was shocked, staring at the young man in white in front of him, wondering if he was joking.

After all, this map took him over a month to draw, and it was extremely complex. Even he, the one who made the map, didn't want to look at it again, let alone memorize the tens of thousands of lines on it.