# Chapter 2143: Persistence
"You lost." Yao Yao's distant gaze looked at Wang Sheng, speaking with a light laugh.
"It's not over yet, this is only the first failed refinement." Wang Sheng's eyes revealed unwillingness. There were still two more chances to refine.
"Big brother, with your alchemy level, if you want to surpass the quality of the pills I've refined, I'm afraid it will take some time. There's no point in persisting." Yao Yao said with a giggle, causing Rufeng and Ruyun to laugh as well.
"This girl wants to anger Wang Sheng to death." Ruyun said helplessly with a smile. Wang Sheng looked at her innocent face, completely at a loss for words. His alchemy strength was undoubtedly unquestionable, even a cut above Rufeng. Therefore, seeing the grade of pill Yao Yao had refined, he understood that even in his best state, refining a pill of that grade would likely be somewhat lacking. Moreover, the failure rate would definitely be terrifying. Thus, the outcome of this alchemy competition was already decided, utterly impossible to change.
"Defeated is defeated. The Pill King Family of Shen Xiao City doesn't need to be unable to accept defeat." Rufeng said indifferently, causing Wang Sheng's face to turn ashen. He extended his hand, and between his fingers was a pill. This pill seemed to make one's soul feel a sense of longing, wrapped in a dense yellow radiance.
"Take it." Wang Sheng's hand shot out, and the pill transformed into a brilliant yellow light, shooting toward Yao Yao.
"Hehe." Yao Yao's palm flickered with flames, enveloping the flying pill. Then, her figure flickered as she jumped down from the alchemy tower, arriving beside Lin Feng. She laughed, "Brother Lin Feng, I got the pill. It's indeed a third-grade Emperor Pill capable of repairing the soul. I'll nurture it with flames to prevent the medicinal effect from dissipating."
As she spoke, strands of flame separated, wrapping the Emperor Pill within before sending it into Lin Feng's hand.
"Girl, you've worked hard." Lin Feng rubbed Yao Yao's head and stored the pill away. Since it was a third-grade Emperor Pill, repairing Mu Chen's injuries should be no problem, after all, Mu Chen was only at the High-rank Emperor realm.
Just then, a chilling battle intent swept over madly. Lin Feng saw Wang Zhan's aura was terrifying, while Wang Sheng stood in the void behind him, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng, killing intent undisguised, as if it would materialize into a sharp blade to cut Lin Feng down.
"There's still one more bet. We can begin." Wang Sheng said coldly.
Lin Feng looked up at Wang Sheng, sneering inwardly. This guy had lost again in the alchemy competition, and lost even more miserably. He was probably holding a grudge, wanting to use Lin Feng to wash away the shame of his defeat.
"Do you still remember the stakes?" Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a cold gleam. He could naturally feel the killing intent in Wang Sheng's eyes.
"The stakes aren't that important, because everything you have will be mine. The Azure Dragon Cauldron and the flames will naturally be mine as well." Wang Sheng's voice was ice-cold. He said, "Wang Zhan, you understand what to do."
"En." Wang Zhan nodded, stepping toward Lin Feng. His wild battle intent transformed into a terrifying primordial beast, surging toward Lin Feng to devour him.
Clearly, Wang Sheng's meaning was for Wang Zhan to kill Lin Feng.
If Lin Feng died, his belongings would naturally be theirs. Although the alchemy skills of the people from Dan Xiao Continent were formidable, at least they couldn't stop them from seizing the spoils.
"Brother Lin Feng, be careful. His Dao is probably some kind of powerful battle Dao. His attack power must be terrifying. Don't clash head-on with him." Yao Yao warned Lin Feng. Meanwhile, Rufeng and Ruyun looked at Lin Feng. At home, on Qing Xiao Continent, people seemed to hold Lin Feng in high regard. Clearly, Lin Feng had a high reputation on Qing Xiao Continent, and his strength was naturally formidable. But how strong exactly, they didn't know.
Wang Zhan's aura was terrifying, and his combat strength should belong to a very fearsome category. At the very least, he should be qualified to pass through the Ancient Saint Clan's recommendation and enter the second selection of the four major powers. As for whether Wang Zhan's combat strength could go even higher, that remained unknown.
Lin Feng's body slowly rose into the air, reaching a position parallel to Wang Zhan. Facing the increasingly terrifying aura, he remained as stable as a mountain. His eyes were still so clear. Wang Zhan was far from being enough to make him flinch.
"Wang Zhan's strength is terrifying. He seems to have cultivated some kind of beast technique, like a primordial beast from ancient times, incredibly powerful. Coupled with Wang Sheng and the others' alchemy failure, this guy is probably going to be killed."
"En. In Shen Xiao City's Pill King Family, Wang Sheng is already one of the representative figures. Besides the other two, he has the most say. Even with him personally stepping in and still suffering a crushing defeat, the Pill King Family's face is indeed very ugly. Naturally, they need to use this man's blood to wash away the shame."
The crowd spoke slowly, as if they had already foreseen Lin Feng's fall.
"It seems that today, the Pill King Family of Shen Xiao City is destined to be humiliated once again." However, at the same time, a person carrying an ancient sword on his back said calmly, causing many to look at him.
"You think Wang Zhan will lose?"
"Of course, and it will be a crushing defeat, even worse than the alchemy defeat." Mo Yu said calmly. He believed Lin Feng could easily defeat his opponent, even kill him. The conversation he had with Lin Feng still echoed in his mind. Perhaps after this Nine Heavens Gathering, he should return to Qing Xiao Continent and train hard in swordsmanship. As for participating in the Nine Heavens Gathering, he felt it no longer mattered. After crossing blows with Lin Feng, he realized his current strength was still insufficient to make a name for himself on that stage.
"Then I'm somewhat looking forward to it." Someone laughed, clearly not believing Mo Yu's words. The smile carried a hint of mockery, wondering where this person's confidence in Lin Feng came from.
Wang Zhan's aura grew stronger and stronger, yet he still didn't make a move. It seemed that the moment he struck would be earth-shattering, using absolute force to crush and kill Lin Feng.
But at that moment, Lin Feng extended his hand, angled upward at forty-five degrees. Sword Dao Saint spirits flowed along his arm, rushing into his fingertips, as if transforming into sharp swords, condensing into a sword shadow.
Lin Feng closed his eyes, as if forgetting everything, forgetting that he was wielding a sword. What filled his mind was the image from his memories: the battle of the ancient saints in Qi Tian Holy Capital from the distant past, and the sword intent within that bone—the Sword of Karma, a sword that could even make time recede, a sword of the past. It was like a dream, a sword that didn't exist at all.
Who could cut the past with a sword? Cut until time itself stagnated. That was intent. When intent arrived, the sword arrived.
The sword followed intent, followed the heart's desire, to transcend the power of the Great Dao. At that moment, the sword was no longer a sword, but your will.
Thus, Lin Feng wanted to try if he could enter that ethereal state, so that one day, when he truly fought, he could directly use will as a sword. That kind of sword would be a terrifying killing sword.
"Kill!" Wang Zhan roared, unleashing his strongest battle intent. But at that moment, Lin Feng's hand seemed to move slightly, his closed eyes trembling faintly. Sunlight spilled onto the sword, and Lin Feng's hand slashed through the void. This sword was not entirely to Lin Feng's satisfaction. What he thought of with this sword was void and death. Thus, the sword light he slashed contained the power of void and death, like a sword mixed with gold and black.
This sword caused the opponent's body to halt in the void. The terrifying battle aura seemed to gradually dissipate. Finally, the man's body split apart, his deathly gray corpse falling downward. Killing a man with one sword.
"Is this will arriving, sword arriving?" Mo Yu murmured. Having cultivated the sword to his level, he naturally understood that a sword needed sword intent to have great power. However, will taking precedence, guiding the sword—he had only heard of it from Lin Feng's mouth. Moreover, Lin Feng's sword seemed to already have a trace of its embryonic form.
The faces of the Pill King Family members from Shen Xiao City turned even uglier. Defeated again, defeated again... Under the gaze of everyone, they felt utterly ashamed.
"Brother Lin Feng's swordsmanship is amazing." Yao Yao's beautiful eyes flickered with some amazement. She hadn't seen many people at the Martial Emperor realm who were more powerful, but when it came to cultivating swordsmanship to this level, Lin Feng was definitely the most impressive she had ever seen.
Lin Feng didn't care much about the crowd's gaze. Killing an insignificant figure gave him no sense of accomplishment. It was just that Wang Sheng was truly too noisy. Letting the assassination attempt from last time slide was one thing, but today he still wouldn't let it go. If he didn't slap his face hard, there might be a next time.
Therefore, Lin Feng's gaze fell on Wang Sheng, and he said calmly, "It's time to fulfill the bet."
Wang Sheng's eyes were ugly, uncertain of what he was thinking. A flash of light appeared, and another pill emerged, directly tossed toward Lin Feng: "A third-grade Emperor Pill. Take it."
With that, Wang Sheng turned around, as if he had no face to stay any longer.
"Wait." Lin Feng said calmly, causing Wang Sheng's steps to halt. He suddenly turned his eyes, staring at Lin Feng, and said coldly, "In life, it's better to leave some leeway. This Shen Xiao City is not your continent. The waters run deep."
Lin Feng revealed an amused expression. Wang Sheng had lost, hadn't fulfilled the bet, and now was threatening him?
"Three slaps." Lin Feng's voice was calm, causing Wang Sheng's brows to furrow slightly. The killing intent in his pupils grew stronger. He said, "Are you sure you want to persist?"
Lin Feng took a step forward. An invisible sword intent gathered around him again, rolling toward Wang Sheng. Looking into the other's eyes, he remained just as calm and said, "Three slaps."
Wang Sheng's eyes narrowed, as cold and sharp as a venomous snake. Killing intent began to spread. At the same time, the experts of the Pill King Family around him all released cold auras. They could afford to lose pills. Today's complete defeat was already humiliating enough. If he were to slap himself in public like a clown, then Wang Sheng would have no face left to stay in Shen Xiao City.
PS: Wishing the friend of the bug-loving idiot, Xiangxiang, a speedy recovery and good health.