Chapter 65

"Who are you?!" Wu Qian looked at Huang Xiaolong, who was approaching, and asked in panic and fear.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Huang Xiaolong continued to walk forward with a cold expression, indifferent to who he was, as there would be no further interaction between them.

Wu Qian sensed the killing intent in Huang Xiaolong's words and suddenly turned around, spinning like the wind, and fled toward the underground cave entrance.

However, just as he started to run, a figure suddenly blocked his path, and a fierce aura surged toward him, scaring him into dodging in a panic.

When he retreated to his original position, he saw that the one who had blocked him was actually the little monkey!

The Shiling Purple Monkey, having forced the opponent back to his original position, grinned and chirped. Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but smile. The Nine Phoenix Valley disciple might not understand the Shiling Purple Monkey's meaning, but Huang Xiaolong did. The little guy was clearly saying that if he wanted to escape, he had to ask the monkey's claws first.

Although Wu Qian didn't understand the Shiling Purple Monkey's meaning, he could see the mockery in its eyes, which made him angry. His body suddenly swelled with martial qi, and he summoned his martial soul.

What surprised Huang Xiaolong was that the other's martial soul was a toad-like beast, different from a toad only by a tail.

"What kind of martial soul is this?"

Although Huang Xiaolong had read many books about martial souls in the Starry Sky Academy library, he couldn't identify this one. In the world of martial souls, there were countless strange and varied martial souls, and even a thousand-year-old Saint Realm expert might not recognize all of them.

Wu Qian summoned his martial soul and swung his long sword at the Shiling Purple Monkey.

"Sunset River!"

The sword aura spread out, continuously sinking forward, appearing gentle but harboring boundless killing intent.

Seeing this, the Shiling Purple Monkey grinned and, instead of retreating, advanced, leaping up and striking with both claws. The claw shadows were extremely fierce, layer upon layer, stirring the air.

Huang Xiaolong stood there without moving, knowing that the Nine Phoenix Valley disciple hadn't broken through to the seventh stage. As long as the opponent hadn't reached the seventh stage, the Shiling Purple Monkey was enough to handle him.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the Nine Phoenix Valley disciple was struck in the chest by the Shiling Purple Monkey's claws, retreating with blood seeping out.

Wu Qian looked at the claw marks on his chest, both shocked and angry.

At this moment, the Shiling Purple Monkey pounced again.

"Beast, you're courting death!" Wu Qian angrily swung his sword, the sword aura like a sun, continuously spinning and radiating, forcing the Shiling Purple Monkey to retreat. He flashed and tried to escape through the cave entrance again, but Huang Xiaolong, standing nearby, wouldn't let him. Huang Xiaolong flashed and instantly appeared in front of him.

"Get lost!" Wu Qian angrily swung his sword.

Huang Xiaolong looked at him coldly, the Asura Blade appearing in his hand. He said coldly, "Asura Tears!" and leaped up, swinging the Asura Blade.

Under Wu Qian's terrified gaze, countless blade auras appeared, transforming into a torrential rain, thundering and instantly engulfing a twenty-zhang radius around him.

Huang Xiaolong landed, sheathing the Asura Blade.

The blade auras and thunder disappeared.

Wu Qian fell, his eyes still filled with terror, despair, and shock. His body was riddled with blood holes, as if pierced by extremely hard tears. There were hundreds of blood holes, and his death was extremely gruesome.

Wu Qian lay there, and suddenly, the sound of an Asura crying echoed from within him. After a few breaths, the sound of the Asura's tears gradually faded.

Huang Xiaolong looked at Wu Qian's terrified and despairing eyes and said coldly, "The taste of the iron fruit is indeed good, but unfortunately, you won't have the chance to taste it."

Wu Qian stopped moving.

In fact, even if the two hadn't tried to kill Huang Xiaolong, he hadn't planned to let them leave.

As they had said earlier, the secret of the iron tree in the underground cave couldn't be leaked.

Although the power of a single iron fruit was not as strong as the Yang Fruit Huang Xiaolong had previously consumed, this was a living iron tree that could produce over a hundred iron fruits every year!

The value of this iron tree was countless times greater than the Yang Fruit he had consumed before!

With this iron tree, Huang Xiaolong could come here every year to consume the iron fruits and train for one or two months. More importantly, with these iron fruits, his parents, Huang Peng and Su Yan, could make further breakthroughs. Additionally, his sister, Huang Min, was beginning to awaken her martial soul, and with these iron fruits, she could better lay the foundation for her cultivation.

The same went for his disciple, Huang Xiaohai.

After a while, Huang Xiaolong cleaned up the two bodies. While handling the bodies, he found some gold coins, martial qi pills, and a book called the Treasure Appraisal.

Huang Xiaolong flipped through the Treasure Appraisal, which was not a cultivation technique or martial skill book but a guide to various rare and precious herbs and their possible locations and uses.

Of course, the book didn't specify exact locations, only mentioning possibilities, so one had to search for them personally.

After cleaning up the bodies, Huang Xiaolong didn't stay in the underground cave to continue training. He collected the remaining iron fruits on the iron tree into the Asura Ring and left the cave with the Shiling Purple Monkey, continuing deeper into the Silver Moon Forest.

More than a month passed.

At a lake in the Silver Moon Forest, the water was a pleasant green, and a naked little body was continuously swimming in the lake—it was Huang Xiaolong.

Although only ten years old, Huang Xiaolong's body was already somewhat muscular. In the past four months, he had grown taller, now standing at over 1.5 meters.

Suddenly, a monkey head appeared on the lake's surface—it was the Shiling Purple Monkey. The little guy chirped, waved his hands, and splashed water at Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong chuckled, flipped, and dodged, then swung a palm.

The man and the monkey began to play in the lake.

After half an hour, Huang Xiaolong and the Shiling Purple Monkey left the lake and put on their clothes.

"Four months have passed; it's time to go back!" Huang Xiaolong thought. If he returned to Luotong City now, he could participate in the academy's grade competition.

After four months of hard training in the Silver Moon Forest, Huang Xiaolong had reached the peak of the middle sixth stage, ready to break through to the late sixth stage at any time.

Thus, Huang Xiaolong and the Shiling Purple Monkey headed back to Luotong City.

After a few days, Huang Xiaolong and the Shiling Purple Monkey appeared before the gates of Luotong City. Looking at the four characters "Luotong City" on the gate, Huang Xiaolong felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

"Luotong City, I'm back!"

After a while, Huang Xiaolong and the Shiling Purple Monkey entered Luotong City, their figures gradually disappearing.

However, Huang Xiaolong didn't immediately return to the Tianxuan Manor but went directly to the Starry Sky Academy.

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