Chapter 528: Cultivation in the Sky
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In the void, a Black Wind Eagle soared against the wind, whistling forward as terrifying air currents blasted against the crowd, producing a rustling sound.
Lin Feng, Yun Feiyang, and Lan Jiao were riding on the fierce beast Qiongqi. Lan Jiao sat in the middle of its wings, Yun Feiyang sat on Qiongqi's back, and only Lin Feng was standing.
His gaze swept downward, watching the fleeting clouds and the great cities, mountain ranges, and forests below, stirring a sense of emotion within him.
He was finally leaving Snow Moon. Though it was only temporary, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a touch of sentiment.
Arriving on the Nine Heavens Continent, he had resolved to climb the martial path and dominate the world. Back in Snow Moon, he had often yearned to know what lay beyond the continent. He had always longed for the day when his strength was sufficient to take his beloved and traverse the entire continent, treading upon its vast rivers and mountains.
Heading to Dragon Mountain Empire and then participating in the Snow Domain Grand Competition was only the first step, not the end. It was merely the beginning of his departure from Snow Moon. His goal was not Snow Moon, nor Dragon Mountain Empire, nor even the Snow Domain, but the boundless distance, the entire vast continent.
In his past life, he had dreamed of becoming a chivalrous hero with great power. Now that he had the ability to pursue it, how could he not explore and seek it out? The legendary peak of martial arts, capable of destroying heaven and earth, burning mountains and boiling seas—what kind of divine ability was that? He, Lin Feng, would one day reach that realm as well.
Just as he had once yearned to stride and soar through the void, he now stood atop the clouds.
Lin Feng also wondered what the ultimate limit of martial arts was like. Could it pierce the heavens and annihilate ancient gods and demons?
Lan Jiao looked up at Lin Feng standing there. His back was not thick, even slightly thin, carrying a hint of desolation, yet it stood as straight as a sword. The spine that stood upright would not bend. Just one glance at this back seemed to reveal Lin Feng's unyielding determination.
"Lin Feng, how far does his gaze reach?"
Lan Jiao murmured softly. She had spent some time with Lin Feng. Sometimes he was cynical, other times cold and domineering. There was even a hint of stubbornness in his bones. Once he set his mind on something, he would pursue it relentlessly, regardless of consequences, good or evil, even if it meant rivers of blood in his rage.
But who could sense the loneliness and deep sorrow within this god of slaughter?
Arriving in this world, the first thing he faced was the conflict of blood relatives—his own uncle's and aunt's children wanted him dead, followed by his expulsion from the clan.
At that time, aside from Lin Hai, Lin Feng had no relatives. In this world, it seemed he was alone. Everything depended on himself. If he didn't kill, others would kill him.
Old Man Kong and Old Man Bei made him feel the care of elders once more. Even though Old Man Kong had barely spoken a few words to him, he still respected and cherished that bond. But what was the outcome? The Cloud Sea Sect was annihilated, Old Man Kong died protecting him, and Old Man Bei, who had escaped, turned back and perished with the sect.
All of this planted a seed of cold slaughter in his heart. Until Misty Rain Pingfan ignited that slaughter within him, he completely let go of his heart, acting as he pleased, following only his own will. Even if despised by others, even if hated by thousands, he didn't care. He only cared about the few people he valued. For those few he cherished, he would slaughter thousands without hesitation.
"We need to speed up. Arrive at Dragon Mountain Empire sooner. Everyone, pay attention."
A voice drifted through the void, reaching everyone's ears. It was Ruo Lanshan's voice.
As his words fell, the Black Wind Eagle's speed suddenly increased. The air currents grew stronger, constantly cutting into the crowd, scraping their faces painfully.
Qiongqi's speed also increased, matching the Black Wind Eagle. Standing before Qiongqi's wings, Lin Feng still gazed into the distance, his expression unchanged. He let the powerful gusts cut against him, his face expressionless, though his clothes rustled loudly, as if they might be torn to shreds at any moment.
Ruo Lanshan sat on the Black Wind Eagle behind, watching the crowd ahead with flickering eyes. Many among them were using their true essence to alleviate the pressure from the headwind, while others tried to dodge and evade the gale.
Only a few maintained their original posture, standing firm, letting the strong wind batter them. Among them was Lin Feng.
The fierce wind blasted against his face and body, as if tearing at his skin. Qiongqi's speed was now too fast. The faster the speed, the stronger the headwind. When speed reached its peak, the wind became like blades. During brief movements in battle, it wasn't noticeable, but during prolonged high-speed flight, the terror of the wind became truly apparent.
Lin Feng closed his eyes, then sat cross-legged, like a Buddha statue, unmoving as a mountain, letting the wind rage against him.
In Lin Feng's mind, an image of a Buddha-Demon appeared, as if eternal—both Buddha and Demon.
Within Lin Feng's body, a powerful current began to flow involuntarily. The fierce wind battering him didn't cut his skin; instead, it seemed to temper his flesh, forging it through countless hammerings.
"Chi, chi..."
A strong gust swept by, and a faint sound was heard. The crowd saw Lin Feng's clothes torn directly from his body, fluttering in the wind and drifting backward into the distance.
Lin Feng's bare torso appeared before the crowd. On the clear lines of his muscles, they could see a force flowing, moving across every inch of his skin, as if circulating through his entire body, extremely miraculous.
"Hmm?" Many noticed this, and their pupils contracted. What was this? Lin Feng was actually cultivating under these circumstances?
The flowing lines on Lin Feng's skin were clearly a powerful force, and it wasn't true essence.
Besides true essence, Lin Feng was cultivating other means of power!
"What a fellow."
Ruo Lanshan's gaze also fell on Lin Feng, his eyes flickering. This force flowing within Lin Feng was very strong.
What impressed Ruo Lanshan even more was Lin Feng's insight and composure. To be able to cultivate in such a situation was remarkable.
Behind Qiongqi, on the back of a Black Wind Eagle, a figure stood up, his face full of cold killing intent as he looked at Lin Feng. His hand rested on his waist, where a sword was sheathed. His hand was gripping the scabbard, as if his sword might be drawn at any moment to kill.
This person was quite handsome, with refined features and an air of heroism. He was Yu Jian, the swordsman, ranked last among the Eight Young Masters of Snow Moon Kingdom.
At this moment, his sharp, sword-like eyes were fixed on Lin Feng's back.
But just then, Yu Jian noticed that Yun Feiyang, crouched on Qiongqi, slightly raised his head, his gaze directly meeting Yu Jian's. A faint smile appeared on his lips, causing Yu Jian's gaze to stiffen slightly.
Though Yun Feiyang's eyes held a smile, it seemed to see through Yu Jian's heart.
Yu Jian stared at Yun Feiyang for a moment, and Yun Feiyang continued to smile back at him, never looking away.
"Yu Jian!"
Yu Qin, sitting on the same Black Wind Eagle as Yu Jian, called out. Only then did Yu Jian release his grip on the scabbard, slowly turned around, and sat down, as if nothing had happened.
Yun Feiyang lowered his head again, acting as if nothing was amiss.
This subtle scene didn't catch the attention of others; their eyes were mostly on Lin Feng.
But Ruo Lanshan didn't miss this fleeting moment. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He was well aware of the grudges among these Snow Moon geniuses. The Yu family and Lin Feng had deep enmity, each wishing the other dead. Just now, Yu Jian had clearly intended to strike and assassinate Lin Feng while he was in a state of enlightenment. But Yun Feiyang seemed to be helping Lin Feng, intentionally or not.
However, even without Yun Feiyang, if Yu Jian had suddenly attacked Lin Feng, would he have succeeded?
No one knew, but at least in Ruo Lanshan's view, it wasn't that simple. If Lin Feng were so easy to ambush, he wouldn't have dared to cultivate in such a situation!
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