Chapter Thirteen: The Unparalleled Divine Techniques (One)
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And again, everyone helps collect and read the new book.
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Zhan Tian told Yi Feng a lot about the common sense of Xiuzhen, and the more he said, the more surprised Yi Feng became. However, he didn't interrupt and just listened quietly, trying to remember as much as possible so that he wouldn't make another absurd mistake in the future.
After Zhan Tian finished speaking, Yi Feng asked again about the Ling symbol hanging on his chest. Zhan Tian replied: "That is a protective Ling symbol, but its spiritual power has been exhausted, and now it's just a piece of jade stone with high value in the secular world. Also, that girl cheated you out of the jade bracelet, which is actually a storage ring, quite valuable for ordinary low-level cultivators. The Huā Líng Dān has already been erased by me, so it won't have any side effects on your future cultivation. However, I suggest you'd better not look for trouble with that girl now, because she's already at the late stage of foundation building, and can easily crush you with just a flick of her finger."
After saying that, Zhan Tian condensed into a line and sank into the Zhan Tian sword. No matter how Yi Feng shouted, Zhan Tian did not come out again, just like an exhausted person falling asleep.
"What the hell, just saying I need to work hard to cultivate, but now I don't even have a set of cultivation techniques, nor do I have a foundation, how am I supposed to cultivate?" Yi Feng felt very displeased with Zhan Tian's quick abandonment.
The road, still have to go by yourself. After thinking for a while, Yi Feng came to this conclusion. He is not stupid, on the contrary, he thinks he is extremely smart, how can he let others arrange everything? In that case, wouldn't there be no stimulating feeling at all?
Now that he knew this was the Xiu Zhen Realm and that he still had the Jian Tian Sword, Yi Feng's heart settled down a lot. At the same time, Yi Feng also secretly made up his mind that as long as there were cultivation methods available, he would start cultivating diligently.
Xiu Zhen Realm! I'm here!
After being tormented for so long, Yi Feng was now exhausted and weak. In the biting cold wind, he really couldn't hold on any longer. He hastily got up and rushed towards the small hut where the beggars were gathered.
However, when Yifeng arrived at the small broken house, he saw a tragic scene.
Those little beggars who had accompanied me for several months, and that slovenly old beggar, all lay breathless on the cold ground, with a smell of blood and gore mingling with the chill wind that blew around.
Yi Feng was shocked and pale, shaking their already cold and stiff bodies one by one, only to find that these people were all killed with a single sword, and at the time of death, they shouldn't have even seen the killer's face.
Who would lay hands on these poor beggars? How could they possibly provoke those powerful people? After being with these beggars for a long time, Yifeng was very clear that they were usually very cautious and never dared to provoke those in power, even if someone slapped them in the face, they would smile and call them "master".
It's just that this group of vulnerable people were slaughtered, it's simply unthinkable. The ones who did it were also too ruthless.
When Yifeng rushed to the beggar's side, he surprisingly found that the old beggar hadn't died yet. He quietly carried him on his back and quickly looked for a medical clinic. The entire Shengjing City had just been alarmed by the Zhantian Sword, so almost every household opened their doors. Therefore, even in the middle of the night, the clinics were still open.
Unfortunately, the doctor in the hospital was kind and willing to treat the old beggar, but the old beggar had been pierced through the chest by a sword, his lungs were severely damaged, and it was already a blessing from the Three Pure Ones that he hadn't died yet.
The doctor examined the old beggar and shook his head helplessly to Yifeng, "Little brother, his injury is probably only curable by a fairy with spiritual medicine. I'm afraid I'm powerless. You can take him away and prepare for the worst."
Yi Feng knew that they had done their best, so he didn't say much more. He carried the old beggar out of the medical hall and found a corner wall to put him down where he could avoid the cold wind.
"Easy... peak... you..."
While feeling some sympathy for the beggars' plight, and wondering who could have done such a thing, the old beggar suddenly spoke up.
"Old lunatic, I'm here. You tell me, who did it? In the future, Young Master will definitely avenge for you all!" Yi Feng leaned his ear closer to the old beggar's mouth, ready to listen for some useful information. If in the future he really had the power, Young Master would definitely avenge for everyone.
"Yi... Feng, cough, you must avenge us! I have a few books of extraordinary divine skills here, and I'll pass them on to you. After you've cultivated successfully, be sure to kill that son of a bitch." The old beggar's breath was weak, but his expression was sorrowfully indignant.
"What time is it now, and you're still talking about those few tattered books! Quickly tell me, who did it!" Yi Feng asked urgently. This old beggar was on his last breath, at any moment he could kick the bucket, yet he still didn't forget those few books that cheated little friends.
