"Senior Brother Mo, didn't I already make it very clear? All six Hundred Spirit Grasses were collected at the foot of the mountain, and we were lucky enough not to encounter the Blue-Faced Wolf," Han Feng replied calmly.
"Do you think I would have come here with you if I believed your story?" Mo Cheng smiled calmly.
In his eyes, Han Feng was doomed. Even if Han Feng did not obtain the opportunity, he would rather kill the innocent than let him go.
Han Feng had secretly taken out the rusty sword and poured all his magical power into it.
Mo Cheng naturally saw the whole scene, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
What combat power could a mere cultivator at the fourth level of the Qi Refining stage possibly have?
Even the magical artifact in Han Feng's hand was in such a dilapidated state.
Mo Cheng did not use any magical artifacts, believing that he could easily kill Han Feng by simply making a sword gesture.
"Junior brother, I advise you not to struggle, otherwise you will die a painful death."
"Really? I think I can kill my senior brother."
Han Feng continuously poured his magic power into the rusty sword, almost draining half of his magic power.
"That's about it!"
He manipulated the rusty sword to condense azure wooden sword energy, which he then launched towards the direction of Mo City.
"Junior brother, you're too naive!"
Mo Cheng's smile remained unchanged as he dodged the cyan sword energy.
But just as he was about to act, a hole appeared in his chest, and bright red blood kept flowing out of the wound.
"Isn't your cultivation level at the fourth level of Qi Refining?"
Mo Cheng's face was extremely pale, and he looked incredulous.
"I forgot to tell my senior brother that my cultivation has broken through to the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage," Han Feng said with a smile.
“You have indeed obtained a great opportunity, otherwise you could never have cultivated from the third level of Qi Refining to the sixth level in such a short time.” Mo Cheng’s eyes turned blood red.
Even as he was dying, he still couldn't forget the opportunity he had with Han Feng.
"What opportunities I obtain are none of Senior Brother Mo's business."
Han Feng severed Mo Cheng's head with a single sword strike, and a green ball of light immediately emerged from the head.
The green orb turned to flee; this orb was none other than Mo Cheng's divine soul.
Han Feng unleashed a beam of cyan light, rushing towards the green orb of light.
The green ball of light was caught up by the cyan light, then let out a scream and disappeared.
Mo Cheng has been completely annihilated by Han Feng.
"We've finally taken down this city of Ink!"
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
After killing Mo Cheng, the natural course of action was to destroy the body and cover up the crime.
Han Feng took out a bottle of bone-dissolving powder and poured it on Mo Cheng's corpse.
The body disappeared in less than a minute.
Then Han Feng immediately fled the area and headed towards the northern Ling Mountain.
A few minutes after I left, an old man appeared here.
"Who killed my Cheng'er! I will tear them to pieces!"
The old man's face was contorted with rage as he roared furiously.
Fortunately, Han Feng left in time; otherwise, he would most likely have perished if he had encountered this old man.
A week later, Han Feng returned from Lingshan in the north.
He killed a total of five blue-faced wolves, a number that would only rank him in the lower-middle range among the many disciples of Huangfeng Valley.
This was naturally intentional on Han Feng's part. His current cultivation level was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, so he naturally had to act in a manner that matched that level.
He handed over the pelt and flesh of the Blue-Faced Wolf to the disciples of the Mission Hall.
"The five blue-faced wolves you brought, along with their pelts and flesh, are not particularly intact. I can only give you three low-grade spirit stones."
Han Feng did not argue with him, but instead put away the three low-grade spirit stones and left the mission hall.
He returned to his wooden cabin at the foot of the mountain and opened Mo Cheng's storage bag.
Han Feng had already checked it before returning to Yellow Maple Valley.
Ten Spirit Recovery Pills, a mid-grade magic weapon, a Yellow Gate Sword Manual, five low-grade spirit stones, and some other personal items.
Aside from the fact that the number of spirit stones in the storage bag was somewhat reduced, this person's wealth is quite considerable among outer sect disciples.
The reason why Mo Cheng is so wealthy is not only because he plunders the opportunities of the disciples in the valley, but also because he has an uncle who is an outer elder of Huangfeng Valley.
Han Feng had only heard about it before, but now the existence of his personal belongings in Mo City has been confirmed.
The outer sect elders are all at the Foundation Establishment stage and hold important positions within the sect.
Mo Cheng's uncle, Mo Lianyu, is at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and serves as an outer sect elder of the Mission Hall.
Now that Mo Cheng has been killed by himself, he wonders if it will arouse Mo Liancheng's suspicion.
Even if no suspicion is aroused, things from Mo City definitely cannot be taken out.
Han Feng transferred all the pills and low-grade spirit stones from Mo Cheng's storage bag to his own storage bag.
The rest of Mo Cheng's belongings remained untouched; they were hidden along with the storage bag on a mountain far from his wooden house.
That way, even if Mo Lianyu finds the storage bag, it will be difficult for him to suspect Han Feng.
Han Feng completed these tasks in a very short time, and upon returning to the wooden house, he began meditating and cultivating as if nothing had happened.
"Han Feng!"
Without any warning, a law enforcement disciple barged in from the outside.
"Elder Mo of the Mission Hall wants you to come over. He suspects you are involved in Junior Brother Mo's death."
"Senior Brother Mo is dead? What happened?" Han Feng pretended not to understand.
"Don't ask so many questions, just come with us now."
The disciple did not answer his question, but walked out of the wooden house on his own.
"I'm so glad I got back in time."
Han Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If the disciples of the Enforcement Sect come looking for me, and I'm not in the cabin, it will definitely arouse even deeper suspicion.
Han Feng stopped meditating and followed the disciples in charge of law enforcement.
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