Chapter Eleven: The Most Fierce Outlaw of Yuanzhou City
The moonlight was dim, and the vast wilderness lay silent.
A lone figure stood amidst the fallen leaves, wielding a slender sword that danced with delicate shadows.
The autumn wind whispered softly, the figure distant and resolute.
Mu Feng’s swordsmanship grew ever more exquisite; each move was sharp and fierce, his sword aura flowing freely and elegantly around him. Every strike was precise yet ruthless.
His realm had reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation, just one final step away from perfection.
Xiao Yutong sat quietly not far off, listening to Mu Feng’s relentless sword strikes, a faint smile curling on her lips.
“I never expected this little girl to have such talent—she’s managed to push that brat’s progress so far in just a few days.”
“Truly, that brat has found a treasure.”
The fairy felt a hint of melancholy.
She had always regarded herself as Mu Feng’s elder sister, yet in this regard, Xiao Yutong had surpassed her by a wide margin.
After a while, the long sword was sheathed.
Xiao Yutong nodded in satisfaction.
“This time was nearly perfect. Your control over the power of each strike has become very refined.”
“After so many days of continuous practice, your body will strain. Let’s head back to rest.”
With that, Xiao Yutong rose and extended her hand to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng gave a grunt, helping Xiao Yutong as they ascended to the second floor.
He blew out the candle, assisted Xiao Yutong onto the bed, then fetched bedding from the cabinet to arrange on the floor.
He had firmly remembered the fairy’s words:
Do not touch Xiao Yutong.
Thus, he had been sleeping separately from her all this time.
They lay in silence, the night deep and still.
After an unknown stretch of time, Xiao Yutong suddenly spoke:
“Mu Feng, why don’t you want to sleep on the bed?”
The unexpected question caught Mu Feng off guard, and he awkwardly replied:
“Well...”
“I’m not used to sleeping with others.”
“Do you despise me?” Xiao Yutong asked with a slight smile.
She knew well Mu Feng bore no disdain; she was merely teasing him.
“Not at all.”
“Then come up.”
“Well...”
“Come up.”
“Alright.”
Unable to resist, Mu Feng obediently climbed onto the bed, lying stiffly with his back to Xiao Yutong.
In his heart, he silently chanted:
“Set Qi, calm the mind, no distractions, set Qi, calm the mind, no distractions, set Qi...”
Suddenly, a delicate jade-like hand wrapped around Mu Feng’s neck.
Two enticingly pale arms leaned against his back.
In that instant, a fiery heat surged in Mu Feng’s lower abdomen, leaving him utterly flustered.
“Brat, someone’s coming,” the fairy’s voice suddenly rang out, instantly dousing the fire within Mu Feng’s heart.
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The hazy images in his mind vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.
At this hour, those who came to the Dan Hall were hardly benign visitors.
“Is it a master?”
“A master, at least Spirit Realm.”
Spirit Realm!
That was a whole realm beyond his current level.
Had the Xiao family sent such an expert against him?
Mu Feng suppressed his aura, held his breath, and focused, lightly resting his hand on the sword hilt.
At just the tenth level of Qi Condensation, his chances against a Spirit Realm expert were slim.
He was no match in direct combat.
He could only wait for an opening.
On the rooftop, a figure cloaked in black silently descended outside the window.
Sensing the calm within, a mocking smile played on the intruder’s lips.
“A mere waste like you—do I really need to intervene personally?”
“Too bad, Young Master Mu, if you die, don’t blame me. The Xiao family bought this hit.”
As the assassin sneered, a sharp sword shattered the window.
Before he could summon his energy shield, the blade pierced through his shoulder with a fierce thrust.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The assassin’s eyes widened in shock.
He had already confirmed that Mu Feng and the others were asleep, so how had Mu Feng sensed him and struck unexpectedly?
Had he not reacted swiftly, the sword would have pierced his forehead.
“Didn’t expect you to have such strength. Not just me, the entire Xiao family must have underestimated you!”
“You’re clearly a hired killer from the Xiao family. Aren’t you afraid of leaking information? The entire Mu family will come for you and kill you!”
Mu Feng spoke, attempting to intimidate with his family’s backing.
But this time, he miscalculated.
The opponent showed no fear of his background.
“Mu family? Haha, you better find me first!”
With that, the assassin lunged directly at Mu Feng, the gleam of his large blade flashing coldly as he swung down.
Bang!
The clashing weapons sent Mu Feng staggering back over ten steps.
A Spirit Realm master’s strength and speed far surpassed his own.
The assassin’s heart churned with turmoil.
He had struck with full force just now, yet only managed to push Mu Feng back!
Although at Qi Condensation, Mu Feng’s skill was far from ordinary.
“No wonder the Xiao family wants to eliminate you. Your talent is truly terrifying!”
Whoosh—
Another strike came down, Mu Feng’s arm tingled as he dodged backward.
“Brat, strike his armpit—that’s his weak spot.”
The fairy’s voice suddenly sounded.
Mu Feng understood immediately, turned and slashed his sword to distract, then kicked sharply, aiming at the assassin’s armpit.
Hiss—
“To be able to spot my weakness—this kid is too formidable!”
The assassin’s expression darkened.
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Knowing he needed to use his true skill to defeat Mu Feng.
“Blood Wind Blade!”
A fierce blade technique unleashed, crimson energy shimmering eerily under the moonlight.
“Sidestep by seven inches, strike the nape.”
Upon hearing this, Mu Feng quickly shifted his body, causing the assassin’s first strike to miss.
The great momentum exposed half his back within Mu Feng’s view.
One slash cut through flesh and bone!
The stark white neck vertebrae gleamed against the night sky.
Without the opponent’s aura shield, this blow would have severed his head.
The next strike left no chance to evade.
Mu Feng thrust his sword—
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