"Candle Sky Net Arrow?"

Luo Feng’s heart stirred as he looked at the arrow in his hand.

The arrow was nearly three feet long, with intricate carvings along the shaft, faint blood-red light flowing within. The arrowhead was as large as a baby’s fist, layered like a lotus blossom, and one could feel the Yuan Qi inside, as if it might bloom at any moment.

He had heard of the Blood Demon Sect’s Candle Sky Net Arrow before, but this was the first time he actually saw one.

"But there’s something strange..."

Xia Yunjing looked at the Candle Sky Net Arrow in Luo Feng’s hand, her brows slightly furrowed.

"What is it?"

Xia Yunjing said, "Crafting a Candle Sky Net Arrow is extremely complicated, utilizing the webs of the rare Candle Fire Sky Lion and Blood Elemental Spider, both of which are exceedingly rare treasures. Even within the Blood Demon Sect, they’re hard to come by. Yet these ruffians have so many Candle Sky Net Arrows."

Luo Feng glanced at the nearby bandit corpses and pondered before saying:

"I don’t think this is a coincidence. News about this hunting festival must have reached the Demon Sect; they know the target of these ruffians is the Golden Palace disciples. By selling them these Candle Sky Net Arrows, they’re likely using them as pawns to weaken our Twelve Golden Palaces’ strength."

"Yes, that’s very likely." Xia Yunjing nodded, slightly admiring Luo Feng’s insight, and smiled:

"It’s just a pity they ran into us."

Luo Feng stood up and handed the Candle Sky Net Arrow to Xia Yunjing, "Senior Sister, you take these arrows."

"To me?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xia Yunjing’s eyes, and she did not immediately reach for the arrows.

The Candle Sky Net Arrow is dangerous even to Martial Artists in the Eighth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, and because they are so rare, each one could fetch tens of thousands of Grade Two Yuan Stones at auction!

The value of these three Candle Sky Net Arrows nearly reached a hundred thousand Grade Two Yuan Stones, a substantial fortune.

Luo Feng exhaled a deep breath and smiled:

"Our attack on the Demon Sect’s stronghold this time is extremely dangerous. We might even encounter experts of the Demon General level. Among the five of us, you are the top bow cultivator, and your cultivation is superior, so these Candle Sky Net Arrows can only unleash their full potential in your hands."

Xia Yunjing thought for a moment and then nodded, "Alright, then I won’t be courteous."

At this time, other Linglong Hall disciples finished cleaning the battlefield and approached.

Mei Jing stepped forward and cupped her hands, saying, "I am Inner Sect Disciple Mei Jing, thank you for rescuing us, Senior Brother."

"My name is Ling Ling..."

...

The ten female disciples reported their names one by one.

"Since we’re from the same sect, helping each other is only natural. No need to be formal. We’re not in the Golden Palace; you can just call me Luo Feng," Luo Feng said to everyone.

Upon hearing this, a ripple of laughter echoed in the valley.

From the previous battle, these female disciples were already impressed by Luo Feng’s strength, but his humble demeanor, free of arrogance, added a layer of warmth to their perception of him.

Luo Feng scanned the crowd, noticing that many were injured, and said:

"Let’s tend to your injuries first and rest here a bit. Then we can proceed to Ming Dang Mountain together."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Mei Jing expressed her gratitude; their combat strength was now less than half. Should they travel alone and encounter any more danger, they would be without the strength to defend.

The group took pills and rested on the spot. After two hours, they set off for Ming Dang Mountain.

Along the way, Luo Feng learned why Mei Jing and the others were besieged by these ruffians.

The ten of them, acquaintances from the Golden Palace, had decided to head to Ming Dang Mountain as quickly as possible, traveling day and night, not expecting to be ambushed by those ruffians just after leaving the Cloud Peak Mountain Range, caught completely off guard.

"If we weren’t in such bad shape, these thugs wouldn’t have been our match," a tall female disciple said indignantly.

Luo Feng said, "The ambush here was because they knew you had just left the Cloud Peak Mountain Range, highly fatigued."

"Ah! So that’s it. Thank you for the advice, Senior Brother!" The female disciple realized.

The others seemed thoughtful as well.

Luo Feng said, "Experience is the best teacher. Just be careful in the future."

The group quickened their pace, focusing on making progress.

The endless desolate mountains stretched far and wide, the moist ground bubbling again and again, releasing wisps of gray mist.

As the mist touched the trees, the leaves sizzled and turned yellow.

Xia Yunjing surveyed the area and said, "We’re in the Misty Swamp now."

Luo Feng nodded, gazing at the swamp below, recalling rumors about Misty Swamp, and remarked:

"Who would have thought, a thousand years ago, this was a mountain range. I wonder what level those two who battled here and obliterated the Thousand-mile Mountain Range were."

"Surely stronger than True Yuan Realm experts." Xia Yunjing was equally awed.

A sharp whoosh interrupted their conversation, as a water arrow, the size of a house, shot from the woods.

"Break!"

Xia Yunjing stretched her fingers into the void, and the Mysterious Crystal Bow appeared in her grip. Drawing the bow to a full moon, nearby water Yuan Qi gathered, forming an ice crystal arrow.

Swoosh!

A sharp sound rang out as an arrow flew forward, piercing through the water column, and continued its path downwards, disappearing into the forest.

Buzz!

The damp ground shook slightly and then violently churned. A spray of bloody water shot up ten meters high as a Demon Beast resembling a crocodile was pinned dead to the ground, its massive head already pierced through.

Swish swish swish swish swish...

The sound of arrows tearing through the air continuously rang out, forming a series of water columns that enveloped the dozen or so people entirely, like a huge waterfall cascading backwards.

"This is probably the lair of the Water Lin Crocodile. Everyone, work together and get out of here."

Xia Yunjing furrowed her brows slightly, Yuan Qi surging wildly around her as snowflakes drifted. With a draw of her bowstring, more than ten Yuan Gang arrows shot out.

Boom boom boom boom...

Deafening sounds erupted in succession as several large craters exploded open in the forest. Water vapor condensed into ice, and nearby trees turned into ice sculptures.

"Ruthless Way."

With a half-step forward, Luo Feng took a deep breath before throwing a punch.

Boom!

The fierce Qi Force roared downward like an enraged dragon. All the Yuan Qi water columns along its path were completely evaporated before they even got close.

When the Qi Force disappeared, a hundred-meter-wide strip of flames remained in the forest.

The others also began to use their martial arts, a flurry of Qi Force howling downward, shattering the water columns.

After half an hour, the Yuan Qi water columns in the forest gradually ceased their activity.

"Let’s go."

Luo Feng gave an order and sped up his pace.

Not long after, the group saw the silhouette of a huge mountain rise up from the horizon, majestic and stretching for dozens of miles.

"Ahead is Ming Dang Mountain. The Second Hall Master and the others have probably arrived. Let’s go over." Xia Yunjing said.

"Mm."

Luo Feng nodded, squinting into the distance where many people were gathered at the foot of the mountain.

A moment later, the dozen of them landed on the flat ground at the base of Ming Dang Mountain.

On the flat ground, thousands of people were already camped, wearing various uniforms. Luo Feng noticed, besides the disciples of Linglong Hall, there were also disciples from Yuan Gang Hall, Sky Sword Pavilion, and Purple Extreme Palace.

The arrival of so many people attracted a lot of attention, with many eyes turning towards them.

"It’s the disciples of Linglong Hall. That boy, could he be Luo Feng?"

"Linglong Hall only has one male disciple, so it’s naturally him. To challenge Lu Xiao Yun, I thought he must have an extraordinary way, but it seems otherwise."

"Yeah, I didn’t expect anyone to be foolish enough to challenge Lu Xiao Yun. Lu Xiao Yun ranks in the top three among the New Ten Dragons. It’s like an egg hitting a stone. The next New Dragon List Conference is only half a year away; I look forward to that battle."

"Haha, New Dragon List Conference, but he needs to stay alive to attend. The people of Sky Sword Pavilion have high pride. Luo Feng defeated two of their New Dragon List experts, offending Lu Xiao Yun as well. How could those Sword Dao geniuses swallow that?"

"Are you saying that Sky Sword Pavilion people might make a move on Luo Feng? The Second Hall Master Shui Linglong of Linglong Hall is also here; she won’t sit idly by, right?"

"This Misty Swamp stretches for thousands of miles, with countless Demon Beasts. If one or two people die in there, who could know? It’s not just Luo Feng; it’s the same for us. Tomorrow, when we enter Misty Swamp, we must act carefully. We must be vigilant against others!"

"Mm."

A few Yuan Gang Hall disciples watched Luo Feng with quiet discussion, while the gazes of the Sky Sword Pavilion disciples grew sharp.

"I didn’t expect so many experts to come."

Xia Yunjing glanced around at the crowd, a look of astonishment on her face.

Luo Feng nodded. He had just used his soul power to sense the surroundings. All present were Martial Artists of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, with one-fourth in the fifth rotation and a dozen or so being sixth rotation experts; they were likely experts on the New Dragon List. Some of these auras even rivaled Xia Yunjing!

However, Luo Feng was somewhat surprised not to find Zhuang Fei or Lu Yun among them.

Xia Yunjing withdrew her gaze and suddenly said to Luo Feng, "Junior Brother Luo Feng, we need to be careful when we enter Misty Swamp tomorrow. Many experts from Sky Sword Pavilion have arrived."

"I know."

Luo Feng nodded.

As they were conversing, several figures suddenly blocked their path.

"It’s you! Was the last lesson not enough?"

Nanxuan’s eyes widened as she spoke coldly upon recognizing them.

Luo Feng glanced at the group. The four of them wore the uniforms of Sky Sword Pavilion disciples, and the handsome boy on the far left was none other than Duan Lin, whom he had defeated before, but he did not recognize the other three.

Duan Lin’s face turned shades of green and white as he clenched his fists tightly, rebuked by Nanxuan.

"Junior Brother Duan, step back."

At that moment, a figure stood in front of Duan Lin. This person, with a purple and gold treasured sword at his waist, exuded a hint of arrogance in his gaze and stood tall, nearly two meters high, like a towering rock there.

"Senior Brother Lin Ruohai!"

Duan Lin immediately stepped aside upon seeing the tall youth, although his eyes remained fixed on Luo Feng.

Lin Ruohai squinted his eyes, looking down at Nanxuan coldly:

"Trouble comes from the mouth. You’d better watch your words. Otherwise, if you lose your life because of them, you can’t blame others."

As he spoke, Lin Ruohai’s aura began to rise gradually, spreading like an impending storm, forming gusts of whirlwind around them.