Hearing the gaunt martial artist’s words, the other two martial artists simultaneously looked up, their eyes glinting with cold light as they gazed out of the window.

Captain Liu was a burly man. He glanced outside the window, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowing, his eyes thoughtful.

"It seems it’s just as the young master suspected; Dayang City is besieged by Blood Corpses, Yang Dingtian can’t extricate himself, so this time Yang Wanyi will represent the Dayang Commerce Alliance at the Business Alliance Conference. The treasure that the Dayang Commerce Alliance will present at the conference surely must be on her. As long as we find an opportunity to seize the treasure, the seat of the top business alliance will surely belong to our Heavenly Position Business Line this year."

The middle-aged martial artist who spoke first flashed a brilliant light in his eyes, contemplating out loud.

"Why be so troublesome?"

The youngest swordsman among the three licked his lips, a cold light flickering in his gaze:

"Why don’t the three of us simply resolve them? That way, we can avoid leaking the news. The young master has long coveted Yang Wanyi; we could let her live a bit longer and present her to the young master, which should earn us considerable rewards."

The young swordsman chuckled maliciously, his eyes filled with insidious malice.

At this moment, Captain Li, who had been silent, suddenly shook his head:

"This move is inadvisable. If I’m not mistaken, the young man beside Yang Wanyi is none other than Luo Feng, the Southern Six Domains’ first Martial Champion of this year. Yesterday, I heard rumors that during the Blood Corpse siege, he single-handedly slew several Blood Corpses of the Seventh Level Spiritual Rotation Realm. I don’t have absolute confidence in defeating this person. Now that Yang Dingtian has ascended to the True Yuan Realm, things are different. If they’re lucky enough to escape and Yang Dingtian learns of this, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"The first Martial Champion Luo Feng? I’ve heard of him; during his life-and-death duel with Yi Tian, he was but at the peak of the Fifth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm. How, in such a short time, could he slay Blood Corpses of the Seventh Level Spiritual Rotation Realm? Is this true or false?"

The young martial artist slightly furrowed his brows, a cold glimmer flashing in his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

"True or false doesn’t matter, we can’t be careless; everything must be foolproof."

Captain Liu waved his hand and said: "I’ve already contacted some experts from our family to support us. We will tail them, and once they arrive, it’s not too late to make a move, to prevent any mishap."

"Hmph, when the time comes, I want to test if this Luo Feng is truly as formidable as the rumors say."

The young martial artist gazes at Luo Feng amid the crowd with disdain, his eyes filled with fierce killing intent.

"Let’s go. Keep a distance, so as not to startle the snake."

Captain Liu stood up, placed a silver ingot on the table, and the three swiftly rushed out of the tavern, pursuing in the direction of Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi.

Leaving Dayang City, Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi immediately utilized Qinggong, increasing their speed on the road.

The distance from Dayang City to Big Market City is approximately 130,000 to 140,000 miles. For martial artists at the Spiritual Rotation Realm, it takes only two days to reach at a normal pace, so there’s ample time; the two don’t hurry, flying leisurely through the sky.

The Sky Cloud Step is only one step away from the sixth level. On the way, Luo Feng simply trains in the Sky Cloud Step while traveling, striving to reach the sixth level as soon as possible.

If the Sky Cloud Step breaks through to the sixth level, the flames of the Step of Sky-Burning Monarch will transform from red to blood color, greatly increasing its power, and fully utilizing the true power of earth-level martial arts.

Yang Wanyi, on the other hand, diligently trains in the Daluo Golden Flame Skill. Although she doesn’t speak, she has already deeply remembered Yang Dingtian’s words, hoping to quickly advance her cultivation to the late seventh level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, then go out for training to enhance her capabilities.

She had heard long ago a saying: where there are strong individuals, strong companions are mustered.

One day later, the surroundings gradually turned desolate, with only sprawling barren mountains in sight, no human presence, only the occasional beast roar echoing, shaking the heart.

"Waner, let’s rest here before continuing."

Luo Feng spotted a lake ahead and said to Yang Wanyi beside him.

Since leaving Dayang City, a day and night has passed. Apart from resting at night, they’ve been traveling constantly.

Luo Feng’s Yuan Qi is abundant, so he can endure, but to Yang Wanyi, who hasn’t long broken through the seventh level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, the prolonged journey is quite exhausting. Given the ample time, there’s no need to rush.

Sweat slightly glistened on Yang Wanyi’s smooth nose, reflecting the sunlight with a sparkling luster. Hearing his words, she nodded slightly,

"Okay."

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Their figures instantly extended, flying quickly to the open ground beside the lake.

The lake’s surface shimmered with ripples, surrounded by lush green willows, whose branches dangled over the water, swaying gently in the breeze.

"Unexpectedly, there’s such a fine spot in this desolate land."

Yang Wanyi glanced around, smiling softly.

"Mm."

Luo Feng nodded, taking a deep breath, the refreshing air rushing into his lungs, exceedingly comfortable.

Splish!

Yang Wanyi walked to the lakeside, scooped a handful of clear water with her delicate hand, and splashed it on her face, the soothing feeling making her exhale lightly.

Gazing at her reflection in the water, Yang Wanyi glanced sideways at Luo Feng, smiled slightly, and used a bit of water to comb her wind-ruffled hair.

Watching Yang Wanyi crouching by the lake, her tempting curves enticing, Luo Feng gently smiled. Yang Wanyi usually acts resolutely, such girlish demeanor was rare to see, but with the backdrop of green hills and waters, it possessed a unique charm.

Admiring the scenery for a moment, Luo Feng turned and walked into the nearby woods, retrieved the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, and began practicing his saber technique.

Spring Breeze Drizzle, nurturing all things quietly...

With the mantra of Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber Technique in mind, Luo Feng took a deep breath, concentrating his spirit, his eyes slowly closing, feeling the wind rustle the grass around him, gradually entering a state of Self-Forgetfulness, as if turning into a wisp of spring breeze, crossing ridges silently, nourishing all things.

"Slash!"

When the wind sound in his perception turned silent, Luo Feng opened his cold eyes.

Saber drawn from its sheath.

The movement flowed smoothly, without a bit of hesitation.

Clang!

Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber left the sheath; a cold light, swift as a white steed, flashed in the void.

Silently, the ground in front of Luo Feng split open, extending along the path, the trees alongside naturally dividing, the cut smooth and clean, without a trace of roughness.

Swoosh!

The saber light flashed across the lake’s surface, the serene lake split like a sheet of paper, a massive slash mark extending a thousand meters beyond, the entire lake seemingly halved by the saber, exposing the dark lakebed hundreds of meters deep, the fragmented surface unable to join together for a long time.

Boom! Boom!

A moment later, the separated water merged into one, two loud noises echoed, water waves soared, reaching heights of twenty to thirty meters, pouring downward.

"No wonder it’s an earth-level saber technique..."

Looking at the ground’s even slash marks, Luo Feng exhaled turbid air, a smile emerging on his face.

After days of training, his Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber Technique made some progress. Though not yet reaching the level of drawing saber to kill at will, the Drawing Saber Technique had achieved Small Success; even an eighth-level early-stage martial artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm meeting him off guard would be heavily injured if not dead.

Bang!

Glancing into the air, Luo Feng’s gaze flashed, his palm waving, air surged, forming a massive water tornado, rising skyward.

"Luo Feng, your saber technique..."

Yang Wanyi looked at Luo Feng, a trace of surprise in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, her brows suddenly furrowed, looking skyward.

The clouds above, pierced by the water tornado Luo Feng wielded, revealed a big hole, and three somewhat bedraggled figures appeared within view.

"Gentlemen, it’s windy up there, why not come down to shelter from the rain."

Luo Feng looked up, smiled ambiguously at the three who revealed themselves.