"Huh? Hahaha...."

Jiang Che laughed maniacally, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke, pointing his finger at Ye Feng.

"You...you son of a bitch, you're really good at pretending, aren't you? Just an inner disciple...just an inner disciple..."

After speaking, his expression returned to its fierce state.

"But you're too good at pretending. Remember not to give your opponents so much time in your next life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible attack came towards Ye Feng from beside him.

"call!"

Ye Feng merely shifted his body slightly to dodge the attack, then came the second, and the third.

"Is this the trump card you've been preparing for all this time?"

Only then did Jiang Che's face show a look of terror.

"Impossible... How could you have seen that... How did you dodge it?"

Then a possibility occurred to him, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

"You...are you a Foundation Establishment cultivator? No, it can't be Foundation Establishment."

Seemingly having had his fill of teasing, Ye Feng beckoned with his finger, and the flying sword pierced through the air with a "clang," sending sparks flying.

The figure of a fierce tiger appeared from the void.

Having mastered the Gengjin Sword Technique, each strike carries the sharpness of metal.

He was still controlling a mid-grade magic weapon flying sword; even the tiger's claws had been sliced ​​off.

"Tiger's henchman! Is this all you've got to rely on?"

The Tiger's Lackey is said to be someone who uses special methods to capture the soul of a tiger demon, absorbing human fear and resentment to grow stronger.

This is what they mean by "acting as an accomplice to a tyrant."

It is both a tiger and a ghost, and neither a tiger nor a ghost.

Ye Feng hadn't expected that this Young Master Jiang would have so many tricks up his sleeve, knowing about formations and even raising ghosts.

My initial intention to interrogate and torture him has diminished somewhat.

Such a person should die sooner rather than later.

"If this is your final struggle, then you can now die in peace."

Having said that, Xiao Geng activated his Golden Sword Technique, and the flying sword rushed straight towards his opponent. Its speed was so great that it emitted a sharp whistling sound.

"roar!"

With a roar, the tiger's accomplice stepped in front of Jiang Che, allowing him to dodge the fatal blow.

This tiger's roar contained a subtle soul-shaking effect within its sound waves, but Ye Feng's magical power was profound, unlike that of an ordinary Qi Refining Level 10 cultivator.

I only experienced a slight discomfort, but it quickly subsided.

The tiger's body, pierced by the flying sword, became noticeably thinner, and its strength visibly decreased.

Jiang Che, who had escaped to the side, showed no panic; in fact, his face even held a hint of joy.

"So what if you're at the Foundation Establishment stage? You have no chance!"

After saying that, he picked up a jade tablet.

"disease!"

The array he had previously destroyed had somehow been restored, and the milky-white light screen rose again.

An immense pressure swept over Ye Feng, making him feel as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him.

The flying sword pierced through the tiger's accomplice once more. After a resentful roar, the tiger's accomplice finally dissipated into fragments in the air.

Jiang Che, standing to the side, seemed to have suffered a severe blow the moment the tiger's accomplice vanished, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the flying sword approaching, they dared not be careless for a moment. While controlling the flying sword to meet the attack, they also manipulated the formation to apply pressure to Ye Feng.

With the help of the formation, each of Ye Feng's attacks now consumes several times his usual mana.

As long as I persevere, I will definitely win.

"If you retreat now, I might spare your life, how about it?"

Jiang Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the swaying Ye Feng, not daring to relax for a moment, while still trying to probe with words.

"Fine... let me... take the things with me, and I'll spare your life."

Ye Feng seemed to be having difficulty speaking, but he remained unyielding.

"This ring is a memento from one of my predecessors. How about I give you the spiritual marrow and two Foundation Establishment Fruits?"

"Your predecessor? How can you prove it?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, asking as if he didn't believe it.

"Isn't my ability to control this defensive formation proof enough?"

"Alright, remove the formation and let me take my things and leave."

....silence....

The current situation is already making it difficult for Jiang Che to resist. If the formation is removed, he fears he won't be able to hold out for even a moment longer.

But if we don't remove the formation, we can't let him out...

"What, is that not acceptable? Why bother saying so much if you're so insincere? Is this how you people of the Grassland Clan behave? No wonder you were wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che's expression changed drastically. In his panic, his control of the flying sword faltered for a moment.

His sword was severed in one strike by Ye Feng, and then the blade was placed directly against his neck.

"Don't be impulsive. My life is tied to the formation. If I die, the formation will self-destruct, and you won't be able to escape either."

With his flying sword severed, Jiang Che, already in a state of mental chaos, became even more listless. However, driven by a strong will to survive, he persisted in negotiating with Ye Feng.

"Really? I don't believe it..."

Ye Feng slowly raised the token in his hand, channeling his magic power into it. The array immediately seemed to find its master, ceasing its oppressive force on him.

They then turned their attack on Jiang Che.

"puff!"

Having already exhausted much of his magical power, Jiang Che could not withstand the terrifying pressure. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared at the token in Ye Feng's hand.

"You...you robber, it's mine, it's mine!"

After saying that, he breathed his last.

...

This young master Jiang, after being hit repeatedly, finally saw that the token that originally belonged to him was in Ye Feng's hands and had been recognized as his master. He finally couldn't hold on and passed away.

Ye Feng stood there, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand; in this small cave alone, hundreds of people have died.

Once you're dead, you have nothing left...

But now is not the time for lamentation.

It was already broad daylight outside, and although the two families' carriages were parked in secluded places, it was still possible they would be discovered.

Not only will these things be lost, but our own strength will also be exposed...

Ultimately, Ye Feng set the bodies of these more than one hundred people ablaze inside the cave.

One after another, huge fireballs were thrown down, and with the aid of fire control magic, almost no smoke or dust was produced.

Since the corpses had been drained of blood and were like dry tinder, they were immediately ignited into a raging fire.

The cave instantly became like a blast furnace; under the scorching heat, the walls began to crystallize.

As the caster, the flames are controlled by his magical power and therefore cannot harm him. Moreover, having reached the tenth level of Qi Refining, he can hold his breath for several hours without any problem.

In less than ten minutes, everything turned to ashes.

Whether it was beauty or sin, it all turned to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng went out and smashed the carriage, putting the pieces into storage bags. He then released the horses.

All traces of their arrival have been cleaned up...

A light drizzle began to fall, and with the help of the rain, the previous traces disappeared completely.

Ye Feng, having changed back into his old clothes, wandered aimlessly along the road, the drizzle bobbing away just inches away from his head.

My body was dry, without a trace of moisture.

But in his heart, like the rainy day, dark clouds filled the sky.

Am I born to kill and commit arson?

After doing all this, Ye Feng suddenly felt very tired.

Back in the sect, everyone seemed to be practicing alchemy and farming, living such a carefree life.

You only realize how dangerous the world is once you go out.

All that hard work in cultivation can be wasted on one wrong step, leading to utter ruin.

Why bother? It's better to just enjoy life from the start, at least live it to the fullest.

Even if you cultivate to the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, or even Nascent Soul stages, so what? There are always stronger opponents; even the Deity Transformation realm isn't necessarily invincible...

Ye Feng really wanted to bring Kou Ying back and vent his frustrations on her.

Life is too short to worry about so much.

"vomit!!"

The unease of killing, the stench of roasted meat, and the scenes in the cave flashed through Ye Feng's mind like a movie. Finally, he couldn't hold back and vomited.

A jumble of emotions surged into my mind.

With his Heavenly Spiritual Root physique, his magical power had reached its limit at this moment.

All the magical power in the ten Huangting acupoints, along with the two Yinling acupoints, began to circulate.

The magical power, which resembled mist, began to condense into liquid.

This is... the foundation building stage!