Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 490 - 488: Commanding Wind and Rain

Yang Wanyi stood by, watching Luo Feng confront the Copper Corpse directly. A trace of surprise flickered in her tense expression.

The Copper Corpse was so named precisely for its astonishing defensive power.

A regular Martial Artist at the ninth level of the Heavenly Court Realm, confronting the Copper Corpse head-on, would meet only one end: death by the sheer force of impact!

However, Luo Feng had already exchanged dozens of blows with the Copper Corpse and had not fallen. Instead, he showed signs of a complete transformation, his unyielding fighting spirit and determination moving Yang Wanyi. Deep down, she sighed. Luo Feng’s exceptional grasp of the Grand Momentum is truly no fluke.

BOOM!

Luo Feng and the Copper Corpse clashed again, both sent flying backward.

At this moment, the Copper Corpse, entirely devoid of its previous overbearing demeanor, had both arms blown off, presenting a particularly pitiful sight.

However, for the Copper Corpse, as long as its head was not destroyed, other injuries were negligible. Its attacks remained as fierce as ever.

Luo Feng stood his ground, his body swaying slightly. He knew that if this dragged on, his life might truly be in danger. He decided to gather his strength and kill the Copper Corpse in one go.

A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as Yuan Qi surged around him. A massive saber shadow appeared behind him—his Grand Momentum at the Small Success stage!

Stepping forward, Luo Feng gripped the Rage Flame Knife, exuding the air of a peerless Saber Man. The sharp aura around him erupted, splitting the surrounding air with a HISSS.

"Wind and Thunder Saber Intent!"

Luo Feng tapped his toes to the ground and shot forward, his entire being seeming to merge with the Rage Flame Knife. Instantly, a brilliant saber light, like a cascading waterfall, flew out, carrying the power to shatter anything in its path.

By fusing his Wind and Thunder Saber Intent with his Grand Momentum, this strike from Luo Feng surpassed even his usual limits.

BOOM!

The saber light viciously struck the Copper Corpse. The bloody aura protecting the Copper Corpse held for only an instant before shattering. CLANG! The Copper Corpse’s head flew high into the air, piercing through a large tree over ten meters away.

BOOM!

Luo Feng stumbled to a halt. A sweet taste welled up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, swaying precariously.

WHOOSH!

A fragrant breeze wafted by as Yang Wanyi rushed to support Luo Feng. Her beautiful face showed her distress, her delicate eyebrows knitted slightly. She reproached him, her tone tinged with blame, "Luo Feng, you’re truly reckless! Who cultivates like this?"

Luo Feng was currently drained of Yuan Qi and utterly spent. Leaning on Yang Wanyi’s right shoulder, he slowly sat down. A faint smile touched his lips. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Otherwise, how could I break through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm in one month?"

Yang Wanyi let him lean against her. She snorted softly. "If you’d lost your life here, how would you have competed for the Martial Champion rankings?"

Though her words were reproachful, Yang Wanyi took out a pill and fed it to Luo Feng. "This is a Qingyuan Pill. It can heal injuries and restore Yuan Qi. Take it quickly."

Luo Feng nodded. "Thank you." With that, he immediately swallowed the Qingyuan Pill.

Once in his stomach, the Qingyuan Pill instantly transformed into a warm medicinal energy that surged through his limbs and bones, nourishing his depleted meridians.

Luo Feng let out a comfortable sigh of relief. A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he sank into a deep sleep.

"Luo Feng..."

Yang Wanyi started to say something more, but then she looked down and saw Luo Feng fast asleep. She bit her red lip. He fell asleep this quickly?

After a moment’s hesitation, Yang Wanyi gently extended her fair hand and guided Luo Feng’s head to rest on her right shoulder.

Gazing at the gentle rise and fall of Luo Feng’s chest as he breathed, Yang Wanyi’s long eyelashes fluttered. Her slender, jade-like fingers lightly brushed his cheek. A complex light flashed in her bright eyes. You’re truly hard to figure out. Clearly just a boy of fifteen or sixteen...

An unknown amount of time passed before Luo Feng slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was an expanse of snowy white, with a deep ravine running through it, causing his gaze to freeze for a moment.

"Enjoying the view?" a soft, teasing voice murmured beside his ear.

Luo Feng looked up to meet Yang Wanyi’s smiling, bright eyes.

Luo Feng gulped and quickly stood up, saying somewhat sheepishly to Yang Wanyi, "I... I was too tired just now..."

Seeing Luo Feng’s slightly flustered expression, Yang Wanyi’s delicate eyebrows arched. A charming smile played on her lips. She straightened her clothes, stood up, and asked casually, "How’s your body?"

Luo Feng closed his eyes to check his condition. "I’m not injured, and my Yuan Qi has recovered by fifty to sixty percent."

"Just now..."

Luo Feng’s gaze swept over Yang Wanyi’s snow-white, swan-like neck. Remembering the earlier scene, his cheeks burned.

Before Luo Feng could continue, Yang Wanyi covered her nose and stepped back. "You stink! Go wash up."

Luo Feng paused. After the fierce battle with the Copper Corpse, he was indeed covered in a rotten stench. He scratched his head in embarrassment. "I’ll go wash up. Thanks for earlier..."

Luo Feng spoke quickly, then turned and hurried to the left, where there was a pool of water.

Watching Luo Feng’s retreating figure, Yang Wanyi pursed her rosy lips. A smile touched the corners of her mouth as she recalled his earlier flustered look.

「The boundless Blood-colored Wilderness was filled with treacherous terrain and perilous waters. It was once an ancient battlefield, the final resting place for the resentful souls of countless individuals. The dense Evil Qi here had bred innumerable terrifying creatures.」

Over the past few days, two figures could often be seen traversing the chaotic hills of the Blood-colored Wilderness, slaying Demon Beasts and gathering Spiritual Medicine.

"Luo Feng, look over there! Is that Purple Xuan Firecloud Grass?"

A sweet, melodious voice called out. In the dense forest, Yang Wanyi tugged Luo Feng’s sleeve, pointing to their left.

Luo Feng turned to look.

Thirty meters away lay a patch of fiery red rubble. In its center grew a purple plant, enveloped in a crimson halo.

Seeing the plant, Luo Feng’s eyes lit with joy. He nodded. "Yes, that’s definitely Purple Xuan Firecloud Grass. You have sharp eyes."

Purple Xuan Firecloud Grass was a rare Spiritual Medicine, comparable to the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit, and worth tens of thousands of taels of Gold!

After several days together, Yang Wanyi and Luo Feng’s conversations had become more casual. She giggled. "But of course! I am the Fire Proud Sun of Linglong Hall, after all."

Luo Feng chuckled. Without hesitation, he took a light step, landing amidst the rubble, and directly placed the Purple Xuan Firecloud Grass into his storage ring.

Just as he was about to leave, Luo Feng’s expression suddenly hardened, and he leaped back several steps.

BANG!

Without warning, the spot where Luo Feng had just stood split open. A massive pillar of fire erupted into the sky, scorching the air until it seemed to explode.

Luo Feng’s gaze fell into the heart of the flames.

Within it was a rat-like Demon Beast, nearly two feet long, its fur the color of fire. Its rapidly darting eyes glowed with a bloody light, emanating a cruel and bloodthirsty aura.

"A peak Level Four Demon Beast, the Blood Flame Mouse!"

Luo Feng recognized the creature that had suddenly appeared.

The Blood Flame Mouse locked eyes with Luo Feng. With a sharp shriek, its body transformed into a streak of light. Radiating intense heat, it lunged, revealing gleaming sharp claws over half a foot long as it shot through the air.

Luo Feng remained calm, throwing a direct, unadorned punch.

BOOM!

A crimson fist aura erupted. The Blood Flame Mouse let out a piercing shriek as the bloody glow around its body instantly collapsed, and it was sent flying.

"Slash!"

Forming a hand-blade, Luo Feng’s eyes flashed with sharp intent as he slashed his right hand through the air.

SHINK!

A saber gleam several meters long shot out, imbued with the indomitable Wind and Thunder Saber Intent. It directly sliced the Blood Flame Mouse in two. A shower of blood rained down, staining the earth red.

PHEW...

Luo Feng exhaled slowly and pocketed the Blood Flame Mouse’s inner core.

Yang Wanyi walked over, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the Blood Flame Mouse’s corpse on the ground. She remarked with a hint of surprise, "Luo Feng, your strength has improved again."

Luo Feng shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "I’m still a long way from breaking through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

For the past few days, Luo Feng had been training in the Blood-colored Wilderness, accompanied by Yang Wanyi.

For eight days, he had engaged in daily life-and-death battles with various ferocious Demon Beasts.

Through such frenzied training, his Martial Arts realm had soared. His Wind and Thunder Saber Intent grew more condensed, and his Shocking Thunder Saber Technique had reached Great Accomplishment. Moreover, his Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist had broken through the shackles of Great Accomplishment and was nearing perfection.

However, even so, his cultivation level had seen very little improvement.

This once again made Luo Feng realize the difficulty of breaking through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

Yang Wanyi heard Luo Feng’s words and pursed her rosy lips.

She had witnessed all of Luo Feng’s progress over these past few days. His rapid improvement in strength in such a short time could only be described as astonishing. Yet, Luo Feng was still not satisfied.

At this, Yang Wanyi shook her head helplessly. Looking ahead, she said softly, "We can stay here for ten more days at most. What are your plans?"

Luo Feng thought for a moment, then said, "Let’s continue deeper. We’re still in the outer areas of the Blood-colored Wilderness, which many Martial Artists have already explored. Perhaps we’ll find something further in."

"If we go deeper, we might encounter Level Five Demon Beasts. We must be careful." Yang Wanyi knew Luo Feng was a man of his word and would do as he said, so she didn’t press further.

"Let’s go."

Luo Feng sheathed his Rage Flame Knife and they continued forward.

After walking for about two hours, the surrounding swamps suddenly became more frequent, and the air grew thick with a pungent, swampy odor.

CRACK!

Suddenly, a thunderclap ripped through the sky.

"Thunder?" Luo Feng paused, surprised, and looked up at the sky.

It was noon, and the sun blazed brightly, almost blindingly. For thunder to sound in such weather...

Seeing Luo Feng’s expression, Yang Wanyi’s delicate eyebrows rose slightly. She smiled. "Hehe... The Blood-colored Wilderness isn’t just terrifying because of its Demon Beasts; its climate is equally strange and volatile. One moment it’s blazing sun, the next it could be a torrential downpour."

Yang Wanyi had barely finished speaking when the sky, moments before clear and sunny, suddenly darkened. Dark clouds appeared as if from nowhere, completely blanketing the sky. The air grew heavy and oppressive, like a storm about to break—a tempest was clearly imminent.

Luo Feng looked at the sky, then at Yang Wanyi, a wry smile on his face. "Can you summon the wind and rain? You say it’s going to rain, and it rains."

Yang Wanyi’s pretty face flushed slightly. She shot Luo Feng a look. "This is no time for jokes! Let’s find shelter quickly."

BOOM!

Just as she finished speaking, a thunderbolt tore through the heavens, and raindrops the size of beans began to plummet.

PATTER, PATTER, PATTER...

The raindrops hammered against the leaves, making sharp, slapping sounds. Some leaves were even pierced clean through by the force of the rain! When the drops struck bare skin, they stung with surprising pain.

"Damn this weather! Let’s go!" Cursing, Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi immediately used their Qinggong, dashing through the rain in search of shelter.

But in this desolate wilderness, where could they find shelter on such short notice?