Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 764 - 762: A Night of Black Winds and Murder

Chapter 764: Chapter 762: A Night of Black Winds and Murder

Amidst the clouds covering the mountains, the wind howled like a blade, stirring the young man’s dark cloak and causing it to flap loudly.

As soon as he left the valley, Luo Feng immediately used the Sky Cloud Step, dashing away without looking back, his body moving like a sword cutting through the air.

"Master..."

Not long after he left, a petite figure climbed to the top of the tallest tree in the valley. Her soft voice echoed in the valley for a long time.

Only after Luo Feng had left the mountainous region did he slow down and glance back toward the valley.

I wonder if we’ll ever meet again...

A bitter smile touched Luo Feng’s lips. He had only two years left and was determined to cultivate with all his might. During this period, there were too many uncertainties, and many things were beyond human control. That was why he had entrusted Qing Ling to Yingkui, which finally set his mind at ease about one matter.

WHOOSH...

Letting out a light breath, Luo Feng turned his gaze to the north.

Linxi Town again...

Remembering Yingkui’s words, Luo Feng’s eyes gradually sharpened.

Xue Wuqing had been spotted in Linxi Town yesterday. Ling Qingwu had also discovered that Disciples of the Demon Sect were near Yellow Rock City, which was close to Linxi Town. Now, Yingkui had also spotted Disciples from the Blood Demon Sect in Linxi Town itself...

All this seems a little too coincidental.

As his figure swayed with the wind, Luo Feng decided to return to Linxi Town, even if all this was merely a coincidence. He could still begin his journey to Linglong Hall tomorrow.

Having made his decision, Luo Feng donned his cloak and hat, leaving only his eyes exposed. Then, his figure flashed, cutting through the air as he sped north, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

「Two hours later.」

Luo Feng appeared on the streets of Linxi Town.

Looking at the familiar streets around him, Luo Feng couldn’t help but recall the day he had spent strolling hand in hand with Bing Ruolan.

The scenery remained the same, but everything had changed; the girl as bright as sunlight was no longer by his side.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng didn’t dwell on it any further. He lowered the brim of his hat and headed toward a restaurant on the side of the street.

"Sir! Would you like to have a meal or stay the night?"

The waiter at the restaurant saw Luo Feng approaching and immediately bowed to greet him.

Luo Feng tossed him a five-tael piece of silver and said lightly, "Prepare a fine guest room for me."

"Certainly, sir. Please follow me."

As he collected the silver, the waiter grinned from ear to ear, wiped his sleeve with a towel, and led Luo Feng upstairs.

"This is your room, sir."

Arriving at a guest room on the second floor, the waiter stopped and said respectfully.

Luo Feng nodded and went into the room. As he closed the door, he told the waiter, "Do not disturb me unless I ask. If you do, be prepared to face the consequences."

The waiter’s brow twitched slightly, and he immediately nodded, saying,

"Rest assured, sir. I understand this rule very well."

Luo Feng nodded and closed the room door.

Once Luo Feng was out of sight, the waiter heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and mumbled to himself,

Such a terrifying aura. It seems the news about someone being killed by a Demon Sect master outside town yesterday is true. A lot of powerful people seem to have come to town today, probably for the bounty. These ruthless figures from the martial world... I’d better be careful...

After muttering to himself for a few moments, the waiter patted his chest to calm himself down, then turned and left.

In the room, Luo Feng removed his cloak, changed his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

OM...

With his eyes closed, a peculiar vibration emanated from Luo Feng’s body, spreading outwards.

Releasing his Soul Power, Luo Feng’s perception became incredibly acute; he could clearly perceive even tiny cracks on the walls. The restaurant lobby was a cacophony of noise, with groups of wandering martial artists and traveling merchants drinking wine and eating meat.

From their Yuan Qi fluctuations, Luo Feng concluded that the strongest person in the restaurant was only at the Second Stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. His Soul Power continued to permeate outwards.

A moment later, Luo Feng opened his eyes, exhaled tiredly, and said to himself,

"It seems I’ll have to wait until tonight."

The town was bustling with people during the day. The chaotic ambient Yuan Qi greatly interfered with his Soul Power perception. With Luo Feng’s Soul Power strength, his detection range was limited to roughly a li.

Retrieving a Second-rank Yuan Stone, Luo Feng began his cultivation, striving to reach the Sixth Stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm as soon as possible.

Time flew. By the time Luo Feng had consumed his twentieth Second-rank Yuan Stone, the sky had darkened completely.

Coming out of his cultivation state, Luo Feng released his Soul Power again.

Heavy panting and soft moans echoed from the darker corners of the restaurant. In Luo Feng’s perception, all scenery became blurry; the world transformed into one of pure Yuan Qi. Ordinary people, with their meager Yuan Qi, emitted a dim glow. In contrast, Martial Artists of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, their bodies brimming with Jing Qi that seemed to form pillars, shone as brilliantly as the bright moon in the night sky.

His Soul Power penetrated the walls and swept through the streets. After scanning several streets, Luo Feng detected five Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. The strongest among them was likely only at the Mid-Fifth Stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm—it wasn’t Xue Wuqing.

Maybe I’m overthinking this...

After searching a radius of several li and finding nothing, Luo Feng was about to withdraw his Soul Power.

Suddenly, from a tavern, he sensed a vast wave of Yuan Qi.

What is this...

With a twitch of his brow, Luo Feng immediately focused his Soul Power, directing it to permeate the room from which the Yuan Qi fluctuations emanated.

In the lavishly decorated room, a middle-aged man sat fully clothed.

The man had an ordinary appearance and wore a white robe. His body was brimming with surging Jing Qi. Compared to him, the auras of the other Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists were like stars to the bright moon.

Seventh Stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm! Xue Wuqing!

Luo Feng had met Xue Wuqing twice and recognized him immediately.

"Hmm?"

Xue Wuqing, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze landed on the wall. After slightly frowning, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "I must be too tense; I’m actually starting to hallucinate."

Withdrawing his gaze, Xue Wuqing stared at the precious sword on the table. A cold light, sharp as a needle, flashed in his eyes.

"However, it is time to put an end to this matter."

「Meanwhile.」

That was close.

Luo Feng opened his eyes, exhaled deeply, his heart pounding.

The higher a Martial Artist’s cultivation, the more sensitive they became to Soul Power. This was especially true when probing someone of higher cultivation; it was very easy to be discovered. If he had retreated even a fraction of a second later, he likely would have been detected.

Yi Tian was an exceptional Disciple of the Floating Snow Hall. He’s deceased now, and instead of rushing back to the Golden Palace, Xue Wuqing came to this remote town...

With a flicker in his eyes, Luo Feng waved his hand and donned his black cloak. In a flash, he vanished through the window.

After several flickers of movement, Luo Feng arrived at the tavern where Xue Wuqing was staying. He hid his silhouette in the shadow of a loft, silently observing Xue Wuqing’s room.

The night was moonless, with only a few sparse stars in the ink-dark sky.

CREAK.

At midnight, the window of Xue Wuqing’s room was pushed open from the inside. A figure fluttered out like a ghost, appearing on the building opposite.

The figure wore a cloak and a hat with a very low brim, obscuring their face.

Catching sight of the figure, Luo Feng’s eyes flickered slightly. He concealed his aura and fully retreated into the shadows. Although he couldn’t see the person’s face, he could tell from the aura that this person was Xue Wuqing.

Xue Wuqing’s gaze, sharp as lightning, swept around, examining his surroundings before he quickly flew off into the distance.

He’s leaving this late at night...

Stepping out of the shadows, Luo Feng watched the direction Xue Wuqing had taken. He murmured to himself, then activated his Sky Cloud Step. His figure, like a light breeze, followed from a distance.

Xue Wuqing, swift as lightning, rushed out of the town without turning back. Soon, he was outside Linxi Town.

Once out of Linxi Town, Luo Feng hid himself within the clouds, constantly maintaining a certain distance as he cautiously followed Xue Wuqing.

After they had traveled another ten-odd li, arriving above a mountain range, Xue Wuqing suddenly stopped.

"You’ve all been following me around this late at night. What business do you have with me?"

Xue Wuqing turned around, hands clasped behind his back, his figure rising and falling with the wind. Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes were as cold as a sword in the night.

Has he noticed me?

Luo Feng’s heart tightened, and he involuntarily clenched his right hand around the hilt of the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber behind his back.

「Just then.」

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The sound of tearing air erupted as four figures shot out from the shadows of the mountains. They stood proudly above the clouds, their bodies swaying with the air currents, encircling Xue Wuqing.

So there were others... 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Luo Feng sighed in relief. He had been solely focused on Xue Wuqing and had not detected any other presences. Furthermore, these four had their Yuan Qi retracted, likely having cultivated some technique to hide their auras.

"As expected of a Demon Sect master, to be able to detect us."

The four wore different attire, but each had the same sinister ghost emblem on their chest, indicating they belonged to the same adventurer team. The leader, a middle-aged Swordsman clutching his precious sword, sneered at Xue Wuqing.

Xue Wuqing glanced briefly at the four surrounding him and said indifferently,

"I am not a Disciple of the Demon Sect. Step aside."

"Heh heh, three of our comrades from the Ghost Hunting Adventure Team were killed on the outskirts of town yesterday. Judging from the wounds, it was the work of the Blood Saber Guards of the Blood Demon Sect, using their Pan Blood Demon Saber Technique. You, a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, showing up in this remote little town is already highly suspicious. And you’ve been cooped up since yesterday, even now hiding your face, afraid to show your true appearance. Isn’t that the behavior of someone with a guilty conscience?"

A gaunt warrior on the right let out a savage laugh, pointing his sword at Xue Wuqing.

"You Demon Sect fiend, enough with the feigned ignorance! You killed a member of our Ghost Hunting Adventure Team. No matter where you flee, to the ends of the earth, only death awaits you! I advise you to surrender now and save yourself the suffering!"

The night breeze grew colder, making Xue Wuqing’s clothes flutter. With a flick of his finger, his sword emerged three inches from its scabbard. He spoke coldly,

"I am a Swordsman. Step aside."

"You still dare to argue!"

The gaunt warrior flew into a rage and was about to strike when the leading warrior stopped him.

Looking at the sword in Xue Wuqing’s hand, the leading middle-aged Swordsman frowned and said,

"Since you deny committing murder, how about you remove your hat? If this is a misunderstanding, I, Qiu Tieshan, will personally apologize."

At his words, a cold light flickered in Xue Wuqing’s eyes.