Chapter 37

However, Yefeng ignored the scar-faced uncle and, while staring at the map, said, "Don't disturb me."

"Alright, take your time, I'll have a drink." The scar-faced uncle drained the hot wine in his cup in one gulp.

Under the dark sky, heavy snow fell.

In the dilapidated small tavern, a young boy and an uncle were plotting to raid the entire treasure of the Heavenly Demon City...

In the following days, Yefeng neglected sleep and meals, memorizing the extremely complex map of the Heavenly Demon City.

On the afternoon of the second day, after Yefeng had completely memorized the entire map, the scar-faced uncle was almost in awe of him.

"Yefeng, what kind of brain do you have?" The scar-faced uncle was clearly very shocked.

But Yefeng just smiled slightly and said, "I was born this way, there's nothing I can do about it."

The scar-faced uncle could only twitch his lips and put the carefully made map back into his pocket.

Yefeng had already memorized the entire map, and when they entered the Heavenly Demon City, they would almost not need the map.

However, the scar-faced uncle was still very pleased. Meeting Yefeng, this little demon, made him even more confident that they could enter the treasure vault of the Devil Blood Sect.

That night, several uninvited guests came to the tavern.

There were three of them, two men and one woman, all wearing the noble attire of the Great Yan Dynasty's Royal Martial Academy, with cold expressions.

Among the three, a young man in blue, with a handsome and refined appearance, approached the counter and, looking down, asked a tavern boy, "Where is the white-robed youth who killed a disciple of our Royal Martial Academy that day?"

The tavern boy, with a fearful look in his eyes, said, "Sir, I really don't know."

"Boom!"

At that moment, a massive martial aura rose from the blue-robed young man who was asking the question.

He was a powerful cultivator at the Sixth Level of the Heavenly Martial Realm!

"What a powerful aura, it seems that

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the true genius of the Great Yan Dynasty's Royal Martial Academy has arrived."

"These three give me a very profound feeling; they are true young geniuses. They must have come to settle the score from a few days ago."

The commotion here attracted the attention of many passersby.

The three young geniuses of the Heavenly Martial Realm from the Royal Martial Academy stood in the tavern, with several lower-ranking disciples who had been scared away earlier following behind them, clearly here to demand an explanation.

The blue-robed young genius who was asking the questions was very domineering. He stared at the tavern boy in front of him and said coldly, "You'd better answer me honestly."

The tavern boy, with a fearful look in his eyes, said in a panic, "Sir, I really don't know."

"Slap!"

The blue-robed genius slapped the tavern boy, sending him flying.

"Ah!"

The tavern boy let out a惨叫, his head almost shattered, spitting out a mouthful of blood, barely alive.

A strike from a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator was naturally terrifying, capable of taking a life with ease.

"Who is causing a ruckus in my tavern?" The scar-faced uncle came out from the back of the tavern, his eyes filled with anger upon seeing his tavern boy beaten.

He stared at the blue-robed genius not far away and said, "Was it you who hit him?"

"Yes, it was me."

The blue-robed genius was very arrogant, looking down at the scar-faced uncle, preparing to say something.

But at that moment, Yefeng came out from the back of the tavern. He had also heard the commotion in the main hall and knew that the geniuses from the Royal Martial Academy had come.

Yefeng stared at the three of them, sensing a powerful aura.

These three were all very powerful, at the Sixth Level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, true geniuses.

"You finally showed up."

The blue-robed genius's eyes turned cold. His two companions behind him also had icy expressions as they walked toward Yefeng.

"I will cripple you and take you back to the Royal Martial Academy for trial." The blue-robed genius spoke, his tone filled with an imperious and domineering air, as if pronouncing Yefeng's fate.

"Brat, you hit my tavern boy, and you think you can just get away with it?"

The scar-faced uncle's massive and tall figure blocked the path of the three geniuses.

"Brat?"

Upon hearing the scar-faced uncle's address, the blue-robed genius's eyes immediately turned dark.

He came from the Royal Martial Academy and was a powerful cultivator at the Sixth Level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, with a noble identity and formidable strength. Who had ever dared to call him such a vulgar term as "brat"?

"Ridiculous!"

The blue-robed genius suddenly stared at the scar-faced uncle, his voice cold and piercing, "A lowly commoner from a remote town dares to address me like this. Congratulations, you have successfully provoked my anger. I will fulfill your wish and send you and the white-robed youth behind you to your deaths."

"Die!"

The blue-robed genius roared, his palm extended, and true qi burst forth, forming a massive true qi hand that seemed capable of crushing a mountain, instantly reaching in front of the scar-faced uncle.

"Really daring to make a move?"

The scar-faced uncle's eyes widened in surprise, but he immediately pulled out a kitchen knife from his belt.

"What? He's going to use a kitchen knife against this Sixth Level Heavenly Martial Realm blue-robed genius?"

The surrounding crowd was stunned.

Yefeng, standing behind, also had a strange expression. The scar-faced uncle was truly a peculiar character.

If he were to face this blue-robed genius, he would have to take it seriously, after all, this was a Sixth Level Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator.

But the scar-faced uncle's response was a kitchen knife.

"Crack!"

What shocked the surrounding crowd even more was that the scar-faced uncle suddenly slashed his kitchen knife, actually splitting the blue-robed genius's true qi hand in two.

"What?"

The surrounding crowd was utterly shocked.

This tavern owner was not simple at all.

Yefeng's eyes also flickered, but he had long known that the scar-faced uncle was extraordinary, just hiding his strength.

"What? Senior Brother Lan Wangyou's attack was actually split by this commoner?"

"His weapon is... a kitchen knife?"

The two companions behind the blue-robed genius were dumbfounded.

They knew that their senior brother Lan Wangyou was one of the top ten disciples in the inner court of the Royal Martial Academy, with immense strength.

But they never expected that in this dilapidated town, in a broken-down tavern, they would encounter an opponent.

"Didn't expect you to be a hidden expert."

Lan Wangyou's eyes also widened in surprise, but the next moment, his face was filled with a cold and cruel expression, "That attack was just a casual one. Now, it's time for you to know that the background and means of geniuses from noble academies are not something you commoners can resist."

"Green Dragon Claw!"

Lan Wangyou roared, and a massive aura suddenly rose from his body. A green dragon soul appeared as a shadow on his body, roaring to the sky, its power overwhelming.

"Green Dragon Claw? This is a powerful martial art!"

"It is said that this is one of the academy's signature martial arts, a Heaven-level martial art!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, their eyes filled with awe.