Chapter 163: The Only Butterfly

  "Bite the sun bow, declare mighty arrow,"

  Lin Feng waved his hand, and a man-high golden longbow and a quiver of arrows appeared before him.

  "Although the Sun-Eating Bow is only a second-grade Symbol Dao equipment, it's absolutely top-notch among all second-grade Symbol Dao equipment," Lin Feng said, looking at the longbow that was emitting faint fluctuations of yuan energy.

  "Those Golden Scale Guards' weapons, according to Zhi Ming's words, barely count as second-rate Symbol Dao equipment, but it's clear they can't compare with this Sun-Eating Bow,"

  "And this Declaration Arrow is an ancient artifact, now even a master craftsman cannot create one,"

  Lin Feng drew out a Proclamation Arrow of Wei, carefully examined the symbol array on it, and suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented, hurriedly turning his face away.

  "With this bow and arrow, I can now threaten opponents of the same level from a distance. Taking out a strong master of Tiger Fist's seventh form is not a problem at all. If I use the power of partial strengthening, I can even threaten a strong master of Tiger Fist's eighth form."

  "When I reach the 9th level of Hu Xing Quan, with this set of bow and arrow, I can even threaten a first-class martial artist."

  "This set of bow and arrow will also become my secret weapon, absolutely not to be used until the crucial moment."

  Lin Feng waved his hand and put away his bow and arrow.

  "But what made me happiest this time was still the creation of the Canglang Three-Step Method," Lin Feng's mouth curled up into a slight smile.

  Great skill is not craftsmanship; the threefold movement of the waves is a method of drawing lines on the ground that, paradoxically, comes closest to the true meaning of the symbol Tao.

  This footwork requires Lin Feng and his opponent to have enough distance between them, as long as the distance is sufficient, the power of Canglang Sanzhan is also extremely astonishing.

  "Ten yards is the best distance for a charge. At this distance, I can even withstand a full-force blow from a strong Tiger Fist Ninth Heaven expert head-on."

  He had just mastered this step, and used it twice in the Tian Nan mountain range, resulting in the deaths of two Golden Scale Guards at the ninth level of internal family boxing. However, Lin Feng did not think that he now had the power to instantly kill a Tiger Form Boxing master at the ninth level.

  Those two Golden Scales Guards were already injured, and they were also restrained by Xuan Ke, so they were killed in one move. If the opponent was at their peak state, it would be a different story.

  At the very least, after using Canglang Sanzhuang Chongfeng, withstanding a full-force attack from a 9th-level Tiger Fist strongman is not a problem, and strongmen of 8th level or below in Tiger Fist are completely unable to withstand his attacks.

  From now on, whether it's a horse battle or a foot battle, Lin Feng has the ability to rely on Cang Lang San Dui to fight beyond his level. This upgrade is naturally also very delightful for Lin Feng.

  This time entering the mountain, what shocked Lin Feng the most was also Qi Ming's wealth. With just two third-grade puppet spirits, their value exceeded 10 billion gold coins. And Qi Ming was only a legitimate son who had gone out to travel and gain experience, not even the true ruler of his clan. The strength of the Qi family from Wan State could be seen from this.

  "Zhuang Lao, Wan Zhou Qi Jia, have you heard of it?" Lin Feng transmitted his voice.

  Zhuang Lao Dao: "The Wan Zhou Qi family is an ancient clan at the center of the mainland, ordinary powers don't even have the qualifications to know of its existence. But with my status, I've naturally heard of it. Such power isn't something your Lu Yun Sect can compare to. If the Wan Zhou Qi family is like the sun, then the Lu Yun Sect doesn't even amount to a single star."

  "This is so fierce! Old Zhuang, tell me about the Qianjia matter in Wan Prefecture," Lin Feng asked repeatedly.

  "Boy, when you have enough strength, you will naturally have the qualification to contact these secret forces. Knowing too much now is of no benefit to you."

  "Zhuang Lao, how does your current situation compare to that of Qi Ming back then?" Lin Feng asked again.

  Zhuang Lao snorted and said: "In my younger years, I didn't even put the Qi family of Wan state in my eyes. You think my family background is comparable to that of Qi Ming?"

  "Really?" Lin Feng's eyes sparkled and a look of interest appeared on his face.

  The old man let out a bitter laugh: "Young one, don't ask any more questions, I'm very tired and need to rest."

  Lin Feng was speechless.

  "Little one, think about it. In the small town of Luoyun, I don't even dare to speak out loud, afraid of being discovered. This small town may seem insignificant, but it's actually a place where dragons and tigers hide in plain sight. There are countless experts here, and you keep asking questions nonstop, what if others discover my existence? Are you trying to get me killed?" Old Man Zhuang said with a bitter smile.

  "Really!" Lin Feng suddenly realized and quickly nodded, "Then you can rest now, I won't ask anymore."

  Zhuang Lao grunted and stopped talking.

  "It's a good thing that kid didn't ask any further questions. If Xue Xinlan were to find out about my existence, it would be a huge trouble..." thought Zhuang Lao.

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  Inside Heizijing Hotel, Xue Xinlan's room.

  "Good boy, don't cry,"

  Xue Xinlan gently patted the shoulder of Liu Qingwu, who was swaying softly, and said in a low voice: "This time you entered the Tian Nan mountain range, what exactly happened? Tell me about it. Of course, those things you don't want to talk about, there's no need to tell me."

  "Alright, Master,"

  Liu Qingwu gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and began to speak softly...

  "You're saying that those two losers from the Blade Sect came here for a legacy of an ancient powerful being,"

  After Liu Qingwu finished speaking, Xue Xinlan fell into deep thought for a moment, her slender eyebrows slightly raised, and she said softly.

  "Uh-huh," Liu Qingwu nodded, "The strong one who left behind the legacy should be Xuan Yuan Wei."

  "Xuanyuan Wei, Xuanyuan Wei..." A cold smile appeared on Xue Xinlan's beautiful face. "These two ignorant things, if they knew what the legacy of Xuanyuan Wei meant, they probably wouldn't have gone even if they were beaten to death."

  "That Xuan Yuan Wei, Master knows him," said Liu Qingwu in surprise.

  "Although Xuan Yuan Wei was a strong man from thousands of years ago, he is the ancestor of the mainland's number one killer organization, Ghostly Assassins. How could I not have heard of him?" Snow Xue Leng coldly laughed and said, "If those two losers from the Chu family really accepted the inheritance, they will probably regret it to death."

  "Why, Master," Liu Qingwu said in surprise.

  Xue Xinlan said: "Because Xuan Yuanwei's cultivation method 'Blood Refining Magic' is too evil, it goes against the harmony of heaven and earth. The successive masters of the Netherworld Sect have all died young, this is the reason why. This is still for those who practice Blood Refining Magic themselves, if they accept Xuan Yuanwei's inheritance, hehe, being able to live for ten or eight years would be good enough. Without a life, what significance does having strong power have?"

  "So it was," Liu Qingwu nodded lightly.

  "If it were someone else's legacy, I might still be interested in taking a look, but the ghostly and cunning legacy of our ancestors is not worth it."

  "Master, what is Blood Refining Magic like? Why does it go against heaven and earth?" asked Liu Qingwu.

  "What is Blood Refining Magic, I'm not quite sure, it's also a secret in the Ghostly Assassin," said Xue Xinlan, "but it's said to be related to blood."

  "Blood,"

  "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore,"

  Xue Xinlan smiled and looked at Liu Qingwu, "Right, you said that Lin Feng relied on the Canglang Threefold to actually be able to withstand the ninth level of Neijiaquan, the Golden Scale Guard."

  "Yes," recalling Lin Feng's majestic sword that killed Chu Tong, Liu Qingwu nodded with a complex expression.

  "Neijiaquan's seventh move, hard to resist Neijiaquan's ninth move. This little kid from Luoyun Sect really has some skills," Xue Xinlan smiled and said, "Qingwu, tomorrow you go invite him over, I have some questions for him."

  "I invited him," Liu Qingwu furrowed her brow: "Master, his and my relationship isn't very good..."

  "It's all the same," Xue Xinlan said, "Lin Feng this time in the Tian Nan mountain range against the Ba Dao Gate, can also be said to be for you, even if in the future you are still opponents, because of this matter saying a word of thanks is also necessary. Moreover, I let him come, there are some things that need to be asked of him, you just substitute me to invite him."

  "Yes, Master," said Liu Qingwu with a bow.

  "Alright, you're too tired, take a good rest and forget about things that should be forgotten. We'll talk about everything tomorrow," Xue Xinlan said with a wave of her hand.

  Liu Qingwu responded with a sound, bowed and retreated, walking into her own room next door.

  Xue Xinlan's blue eyebrows furrowed, and she muttered to herself: "The legacy of the old ghost Xuan Yuan should have been passed down to the person who saved Qingwu. I don't know what kind of person they are, but for now, their heart doesn't seem too bad."

  "I hope he has a strong enough heart and will create fewer killing karma."

  She stood up, gently closed the door, and a gleam of light flashed in Xue Xinlan's beautiful eyes. She let out a faint sigh.

  "Lin Feng's power... shouldn't be coming from his bloodline, he can kill the 9th rank strong master of Internal Family Fist, it's absolutely not just the effect of Cang Lang San Jue,"

  "Could it be... the Vermilion Bird's Ten Thousand Images Technique."

  Xue Xinlan's gaze fell on the wall of the room.

  That is a portrait of a middle-aged man.

  The man in the picture is handsome and elegant, with a hint of evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

  The paper of the painting scroll had slightly yellowed, but it was well preserved. The entire painting had no other colors and was completely drawn with extremely fine gray lines, which was completely different from ordinary paintings on the Xuanwu Continent.

  Looking at the man in the painting, a hint of infatuation also appeared deep in Xue Xinlan's eyes.

  "Zhuang Mi Die, this Lin Feng... will he be your successor? His power, is it derived from your Vermilion Bird Cosmic Seal?"

  "If he is your successor, then where are you now, after all these years, why haven't you come to find me, how long do you want me to wait?"

  Xue Xinlan flipped her wrist and a strange object appeared in her hand.

  A few slender thin fabric strips connect two elliptical fabric pieces.

  As she gazed at this strange object, a faintly shy smile appeared on Xue Xinlan's face, and a man's voice echoed in her heart.

  "Xinlan, you're perfect everywhere, just a bit flat-chested. I'm giving this treasure to you, wear it under your clothes and it'll definitely make you look more like a woman, haha!"

  At the mention of that sly voice, Xue Xinlan's face turned even redder, and she softly cursed: "Bad guy,"

  "If this young man is your disciple, then you must still be alive,"

  "Zhuang Mi Die, if you're really hiding from me, I'll definitely find a way to make you come out and see me," Xue Xin Lan said softly, biting her red lips.

  "If you don't come out to see me, I'll kill your Dark Night Blade until blood flows like a river,"

  Xue Xinlan said with a hint of hatred, her eyes gazing at her own wrist.

  A blood-red orchid emerged from beneath her skin and bloomed passionately on her slender wrist...

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