The moonlight was like water, and the stars were brilliant.

In the deep night, the Dayang Mansion was completely silent.

In the midst of the Jumping Tiger Residence, the sound of spring water tinkled as Luo Feng sat cross-legged by the hot spring, focused on cultivating, with steam rising above his head.

Swish, swish, swish...

With each breath and exhalation, ripples spread in the hot spring, and even the vast space of the Jumping Tiger Residence trembled calmly with his breathing, ceaselessly forming a cycle of its own.

As the Yuan Qi within him circulated along the trajectory of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, the previously restless Yuan Qi gradually stabilized, with a feeling of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

Time flew by swiftly in meditation.

Sigh...

In the deep night, a gust of fierce wind suddenly swept through the Jumping Tiger Residence, shattering the round moon in the spring waters, as Luo Feng opened his eyes, his gaze bright as the stars.

In just an hour or two of cultivation, his realm had completely stabilized at the late stage of the Seventh Layer of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, with even a slight elevation.

According to Luo Feng’s estimate, it should have taken two to three days to thoroughly consolidate his realm, given that his cultivation had been advancing by leaps and bounds lately, rising incredibly fast.

Yet, after less than a night’s cultivation, the Yuan Qi inside him had become notably refined, with a cultivation speed that even he found surprising.

"It seems that the caliber of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes far surpasses that of ordinary Earth-level techniques, and might even be a Heaven-level technique..."

A thought flashed across Luo Feng’s mind.

The reason he could stabilize his realm in such a short time wasn’t just due to the residual source Yuan Qi of a peak Eighth Layer Martial Artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm within his body, but the technique played the central role. Furthermore, Luo Feng felt that his Yuan Qi was exceptionally powerful, far superior in quality to that of an ordinary late-stage Seventh Layer Martial Artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, perhaps even matching that of an early-stage Eighth Layer Martial Artist.

Luo Feng speculated that in a match against an ordinary early-stage Eighth Layer Martial Artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, he had a fifty percent chance of winning.

Of course, geniuses like Lin Hongyi were not included in this category, but being able to rank among the top twenty-five in the New Dragon List at the Gathering of Dragons was a rarity, one in ten thousand geniuses, not something one could encounter casually.

With a wave of his hand, a transparent ripple spread out with Luo Feng as the center, and the turbulent hot spring immediately calmed down, like a bright mirror.

"Now I can begin to practice the Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber. Though it’s a fragment, it’s still an Earth-level Saber Technique. Its power shouldn’t disappoint me..."

Not feeling tired, Luo Feng decided not to rest and seized the moment to start practicing the fragmentary saber technique he obtained from Lu Zhao.

Taking out the tattered saber technique manual, Luo Feng focused his mind, glancing at the courtyard beside him. Faintly, even breaths could be heard, as Yang Wanyi had drunk quite a lot at the banquet and seemed to be fast asleep.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng gathered his thoughts and opened the manual in his hands.

"This saber technique is no ordinary one!"

After a moment, Luo Feng raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but utter a word of admiration.

Although the manual of the saber technique named Four Symbols only had the first move, ’Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber,’ its extraordinary nature was already discernible, with its profound intent far surpassing that of the upper-tier Profound Level saber technique, the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber.

Take the Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber, for instance. It’s a Drawing Saber Technique. When mastered to perfection, the technique can attain an intent realm akin to the silent and gentle infiltration of a spring breeze into the night, stealthily taking a life, making it practically a tool for assassination!

"If I can master this Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber, my strength can be enhanced by at least thirty percent. Striking unexpectedly, I can even easily defeat an early-stage Eighth Layer Martial Artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm..."

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng calmed down, carefully going through the saber technique manual, immersing his mind completely, gradually losing track of time.

A night soon passed.

"Waner, take care on your journey."

In one night, the deformed martial arts field at the Dayang Mansion had been rebuilt anew. In the martial arts field, Yang Dingtian spoke to Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi.

Yang Wanyi naturally held Luo Feng’s right hand, a hint of a smile on her rosy lips, saying, "Father, with husband here, you needn’t worry. This time, I aim to secure the top spot for our Dayang Commerce Alliance."

Yang Dingtian nodded, "The ranking isn’t important. The Business Alliance Conference gathers treasures from all around; perhaps there’ll be something you need. You can take a look then. As for money, you can withdraw from Elder Qian in Big Market City. Luo Feng, we’re family now, no need for formalities."

"Thank you, Father-in-law."

Naturally, Luo Feng wouldn’t spend the City Lord Mansion’s money, as it wouldn’t make him feel at ease. Moreover, his wealth may not match that of the Dayang Commerce Alliance, but it wasn’t far off.

"Father, we’re leaving now. Take care of yourself." Yang Wanyi waved to Yang Dingtian and walked with Luo Feng towards the mansion gate.

"Haha, truly a grown daughter can’t be kept at home..."

Yang Dingtian watched Yang Wanyi and Luo Feng leave, smiling helplessly.

Beside him, Steward Li said, "Congratulations, City Lord, young Luo Feng is a hero among youths. His talent is unparalleled for his age, not destined to remain an ordinary figure. The young lady’s encounter with him is a blessing for our Dayang Mansion."

With his hands behind his back, Yang Dingtian looked in the direction Luo Feng departed, sighing, "I just wonder if Waner truly has such blessings."

"What does the City Lord mean by this?" Steward Li asked, puzzled.

"It’s nothing."

Yang Dingtian let out a deep breath, shook his head, and turned his eyes to Steward Li, inquiring, "Regarding the corpses that were drained of their blood, have you found anything?"

Upon hearing this, Steward Li’s gaze deepened, "We found something. Fifty miles south of where the corpses were discovered, the guards within the mansion found several more corpses of Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. They had no wounds on them, drained of their blood. Among them was Xu Tao with the Yuansha Spear. There were no signs of a fierce battle nearby, and Xu Tao’s expression at the time of death was terrifying, suggesting he encountered something extremely frightening."

"Oh!"

Yang Dingtian raised an eyebrow, Xu Tao was a late-stage seventh-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, a quite renowned expert around Dayang City. His Yuansha Rapid Cloud Spear Technique was extraordinary, and he once challenged two seventh-level peak Demon Sect experts, killing one and severely injuring the other. He was a seasoned warrior. If he encountered a Blood Corpse or Blood Fiend, he shouldn’t even have had a chance to resist, much less show fear.

There is only one possibility for such a terrifying thing.

"It seems what I feared has indeed happened, a Blood Fiend has emerged." Yang Dingtian’s gaze turned to the outside of Dayang City, his expression grave.

"A Blood Fiend!"

Upon hearing this, Steward Li’s expression changed, his face paling slightly.

No wonder he was so shocked, Blood Fiends were beings that could challenge True Yuan Realm Martial Artists. During the battles between the Hundred Countries Territory and the West Desert Demon Realm, countless cities were destroyed by Blood Fiends. If a Blood Fiend truly emerged, Dayang City would be in grave danger!

"City Lord, should we notify Miss and Young Master Luo Feng about this?" Upon calming down slightly, Steward Li asked.

"They went to Big Market City to attend the Business Alliance Conference; don’t let them worry about this."

Yang Dingtian shook his head and withdrew his gaze, "Send the orders, all experts in the mansion should search for the Blood Fiend’s whereabouts with full force. If it hasn’t attacked Dayang City and chose to leave instead, it must not have completely formed its body yet. As long as its whereabouts are discovered, I can destroy it. However, if we wait three to five months for it to completely form its body, I will also be powerless, and all cities within thousands of miles will face tremendous threats."

"Understood!"

Steward Li nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation, he dared not delay, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.

Yang Dingtian raised his head to look at the sky, pondering, "Blood Fiend is a malevolent spirit of the world, with the emergence of a Blood Fiend, it seems the Hundred Countries Territory is about to change..."

Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi had already left Dayang Mansion.

As they walked down the street, Yang Wanyi glanced sideways at Luo Feng and asked:

"Luo Feng, Big Market City is home to hundreds of thousands of Martial Artists. Many wanderers come across items they don’t need, and rare items elsewhere can be easily found there. Is there anything you want to buy?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Luo Feng nodded, "I want to buy a third-grade storage ring."

"A third-grade storage ring?"

Yang Wanyi nodded, saying, "The space of a third-grade storage ring is twenty times that of a second-grade storage ring. It’s certainly convenient when traveling the martial world. However, due to the difficulty in acquiring the materials and forging it, the value of a third-grade storage ring is incomparable to a second-grade storage ring. A standard third-grade storage ring is worth fifty thousand second-grade Yuan Stones; at auctions, the price only goes higher."

"Fifty thousand second-grade Yuan Stones?"

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.

It wasn’t that he was being dramatic, the price of a third-grade storage ring was simply exorbitant.

A first-grade storage ring could be bought with a million gold, and a second-grade storage ring was worth just several thousand first-grade Yuan Stones, but a third-grade storage ring required fifty thousand second-grade Yuan Stones, a value over ten thousand times higher, comparable to a lower sixth-grade Spirit Pill!

Thinking it through, Luo Feng immediately understood, a third-grade storage ring equated to a space the size of twenty rooms, far more convenient than a second-grade storage ring, and those who could afford a third-grade storage ring were generally True Yuan Realm Martial Artists.

Fifty thousand second-grade Yuan Stones is a colossal amount to ordinary people, but tolerable for True Yuan Realm Martial Artists.

Seeing Luo Feng’s expression, Yang Wanyi assumed he didn’t have enough wealth, her eyelashes slightly fluttered, and a smile appeared on her face:

"If your wealth is insufficient, I can lend you some. Consider it a token of thanks for accompanying me to Big Market City."

The Dayang Commerce Alliance has significant assets in Big Market City, along with her savings over the years, gathering a million second-grade Yuan Stones wouldn’t be an issue.

"Thank you."

Luo Feng smiled faintly, not mentioning the millions of second-grade Yuan Stone assets he possessed. Even if he didn’t have them, he wouldn’t use Yang Wanyi’s Yuan Stones, otherwise, he wouldn’t feel at ease.

As they conversed, the two headed towards the city gates of Dayang City.

Opposite Dayang Mansion, on a street within a tavern.

In a window-side private room, three Martial Artists sat around a table, their clothes exquisitely ornate, their eyes shimmering with restrained brilliance.

"Captain Liu, Yang Wanyi and the others headed towards the city gates, they must be departing for Big Market City."

A slender middle-aged Martial Artist caught sight of Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi’s distant figures, a cold glint flashing in his narrow eyes.