Chapter 134: Certain Kill
The young man who walked out of the stone chamber was naturally Lin Feng.
"The cultivation stone chamber on the sixth layer, the cultivation speed is too fast."
Lin Feng sighed inwardly. A hundred days ago, the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul had devoured the cold energy in Meng Qing's room, which had also improved his cultivation to some extent, bringing him close to the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm.
Now, after another hundred days of cultivation, his cultivation had long since reached the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, pressing straight toward the Fifth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm.
Of course, Lin Feng also understood that he couldn't just sit inside and expect his cultivation to keep advancing. If his mental comprehension couldn't keep up, it wouldn't work either. Only by experiencing the mortal world, going through joy, anger, sorrow, crisis, and hardship, and combining that with cultivation, could he break through realms and continue to improve his cultivation.
Lin Feng only glanced at the crowd outside, then lifted his foot and left directly, wondering how Liu Fei and the others were doing with their cultivation.
Seeing Lin Feng leave, the crowd immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They looked around, preparing to fight for the cultivation stone chambers, but that was no longer Lin Feng's concern.
Before Lin Feng walked out of the stone chamber, on the tenth layer of the cultivation tower, the black-clothed young man saw the stone door gradually dimming, a ferocious, cold smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, his fist slammed into the stone door, causing it to tremble. That bastard, finally with nowhere left to hide.
The black-clothed young man wasn't worried that Lin Feng would improve his cultivation. For the past hundred days, he had attacked the stone door every day, harassing the person inside. In his view, it would be good enough if Lin Feng wasn't depressed; there was no way he could improve his cultivation.
"Finally coming out." At this moment, the stone door was about to go completely dark. The black-clothed young man stepped aside, waiting for Lin Feng.
In the cultivation stone chamber, once the Origin Stones in the energy groove were depleted, the stone door would automatically open. Otherwise, how could the person inside just stay in there forever?
With a faint rumbling sound, the stone door opened, and a beautiful figure appeared before the eyes of the black-clothed young man and Cui Ting.
"It's you."
The black-clothed young man's gaze froze, staring blankly at Lin Feng. After waiting for a hundred days, the person he had been waiting for wasn't Lin Feng, but Lin Feng's companion, that pretty young girl.
Liu Fei's face was haggard, carrying a hint of pitiful beauty, but her gaze was exceptionally cold as she stared at the black-clothed young man and said, "Shameless."
"Shameless?"
The black-clothed young man's face darkened. He hadn't expected to wait for the wrong person. No wonder there had been no reaction from inside all this time; it wasn't Lin Feng.
"Since you know her, capturing you will be the same," the black-clothed young man suddenly let out a sinister laugh, his gaze sweeping over Liu Fei. Taking a closer look, he realized Liu Fei was an extremely beautiful young girl with a fiery figure. Coupled with the haggard look on her face at the moment, it stirred up some impulses in him.
"Hehe, such a beautiful woman, and she even gave up the cultivation chamber to you. Your relationship must be extraordinary, right? If I were to have a taste, I wonder if that bastard would go crazy."
The black-clothed young man's lips curled with a hint of malice as he spoke coldly.
Cui Ting beside him frowned slightly, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes. A bastard son is a bastard son, lusting after women, a worthless fellow. He really disgraces Hei Mo.
But Cui Ting didn't bother to say anything, after all, this person could be considered Hei Mo's younger brother, even though Cui Ting looked down on him.
As for Liu Fei, upon hearing the black-clothed young man's words, her face turned extremely ugly.
"Shameless scoundrel!"
"Haven't you already called me shameless? I'll show you shameless. This cultivation chamber is quite spacious, enough to hold the two of us. By then, when that bastard sees you and me getting intimate, his expression will be very interesting, won't it?"
The black-clothed young man laughed arrogantly. At that moment, Cui Ting beside him felt a tremor in his gaze.
At the same time, the black-clothed young man's laughter abruptly stopped. At this moment, a chilling aura firmly locked onto him, making him feel cold all over.
Turning around, the black-clothed young man saw a figure standing there, exuding a fierce aura, his gaze like a sharp sword, as if it would pierce through him. Who else could it be but Lin Feng?
The black-clothed young man had been looking forward to Lin Feng's appearance, but when Lin Feng actually stood before him, he couldn't utter a single word. Instead, his heart kept trembling. The way Lin Feng looked at him now was as if he were looking at a dead man, cold enough to suffocate.
Lifting his foot, Lin Feng slowly walked toward Liu Fei. When he passed by the black-clothed young man, he still showed no intention of stopping.
The black-clothed young man's body trembled slightly as he dodged behind Cui Ting. Lin Feng stepped directly over the spot where he had just been standing, and a faint voice came from Lin Feng's mouth.
"Scum."
The black-clothed young man was filled with intense anger. This bastard dared to insult him and couldn't even be bothered to look at him, which almost drove him crazy. He wished he could kill Lin Feng immediately, but he didn't dare. He knew he was far inferior and could only place his hopes on Cui Ting.
"Bastard, I suffered a hundred days of torment for you."
Liu Fei gritted her teeth at Lin Feng, speaking hatefully. For the past hundred days, she didn't even know how she had gotten through it.
"You've suffered."
Lin Feng saw the haggard look on Liu Fei's face and smiled bitterly. He hadn't expected the other party to be so shameless. It was clearly the other party who wanted to seize his cultivation chamber, and he had driven the black-clothed young man away without even making him pay any price. Yet the other party dared to call someone to cause him trouble. It was utterly shameless.
Lin Feng reached out, touched Liu Fei's head, and casually tidied her messy long hair. Seeing Liu Fei's current state, he could tell how much she had been tormented.
Feeling Lin Feng's gentleness, Liu Fei's body trembled, and she was somewhat at a loss.
The turmoil in her heart quietly disappeared, replaced by a faint warmth.
Her mother had died early, and Liu Canglan was always fighting on the battlefield, with no one to care for her. This had made Liu Fei develop a strong, independent personality, competitive and hot-tempered. She had never experienced this kind of feeling before, carrying a hint of warmth.
"I'll do it myself."
Liu Fei's heart was unusually nervous for once. She shot Lin Feng a glare, dodged away, and then tidied her slightly messy long hair herself.
Lin Feng smiled, then slowly turned around.
The warmth in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.
"This person is very strong."
Cui Ting saw Lin Feng's gaze, his eyes narrowing, without any hint of contempt.
He shifted his steps slightly, pressing his body against the black-clothed young man to prevent Lin Feng from launching a sudden killing strike.
"I don't want my sword to be stained with too much blood, but you force me. You will be the first person I kill at Heavenly One Academy."
Lin Feng placed his hand on his waist, then slowly drew his flexible sword. In an instant, dazzling silver light flickered.
Hearing Lin Feng's murderous words, the black-clothed young man's steps retreated again, completely hiding behind Cui Ting.
"What a coward, a waste." Liu Fei saw the black-clothed young man's actions, her eyes filled with deep contempt. This person had mistaken her for Lin Feng and insulted her with all kinds of filthy words for a full hundred days, but when Lin Feng actually appeared before him, he was so scared he hid, not even daring to fart.
Hearing Liu Fei's insulting words, the black-clothed young man's face turned extremely ugly, but he couldn't refute them.
He also hated himself. Why did he tremble at the sight of Lin Feng's eyes, not even daring to speak?
"You can't kill him."
Cui Ting blocked in front of the black-clothed young man, speaking indifferently.
"He must die."
Lin Feng took a step forward, and instantly, that overwhelming sword momentum surged out fiercely again. Sword Qi whistled through the space, and within this sword momentum, there was also an icy killing intent.
"Sword momentum."
Cui Ting's pupils contracted sharply. Not only did he possess sword momentum, but even the aura on his body was different from what the black-clothed young man had said. Lin Feng wasn't at the Third Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, but the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm.
"This waste."
Cui Ting cursed the black-clothed young man inwardly. He was very confident in his own strength. There weren't many people at the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm who could surpass him, but few didn't mean none.
A cultivator at the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm who had mastered sword momentum—even if Cui Ting was confident, he didn't dare to claim he could definitely defeat Lin Feng.
A Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Layer martial artist with sword momentum and one without sword momentum were vastly different.
"Get out of the way."
Lin Feng dragged his flexible sword on the ground, the blade scraping against the floor, making a faint sound. Lin Feng's eyes remained cold.
Cui Ting felt this increasingly powerful sword momentum, his expression changing again and again. Finally, his confidence was completely shattered. Lin Feng's control over sword momentum had reached its peak; he could even freely control the strength of the sword momentum. Such a terrifying person probably meant that few Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Layer martial artists could contend with Lin Feng.
"Although I am not as strong as you and cannot stop you, you still cannot kill him."
Cui Ting didn't move, staring intently at Lin Feng.
As soon as he said this, the black-clothed young man hiding behind him trembled violently. Cui Ting admitted that his strength was inferior to Lin Feng's and that he couldn't stop Lin Feng?
His heart sank, and a chill ran down the black-clothed young man's back.
"Today, no one can save him."
A cold voice escaped Lin Feng's lips. His foot stomped, and his body lunged forward. A plain but murderous sword swung out.
Cui Ting looked at this sword. There was nothing flashy about it, but it carried an unstoppable momentum. He couldn't help but sigh.
His body flashed, and Cui Ting dodged directly. He couldn't block this sword, so he had to dodge.
Although Hei Mo wouldn't want the black-clothed young man to die, Cui Ting understood that compared to the black-clothed young man, Hei Mo would obviously rather not see him die. Hei Mo wouldn't blame him.
Cui Ting dodged, and the black-clothed young man was completely exposed to Lin Feng's sword.
Lin Feng's sword pointed at his throat, sword Qi surging. With just a single sword aura, he could die without a burial place.