64: Chapter 64 Chaotic Star Sea, Fallen Prey

It felt as if ten thousand blunt knives were slicing through every inch of his Meridians simultaneously.

The world behind the Void Realm rift was by no means a smooth path; it was a meat grinder.

The gale winds were like tangible blades, sweeping in and covering the sky and earth.

Ye Feng clutched the long-unconscious Iron Tower tightly. His nine-striped Golden Core, which had just condensed and was shimmering with brilliant golden light, now had a hair-thin crack on its surface due to the overexertion of his operation.

Damn it.

If he were alone, relying on the Chaos Devouring Sword Body to endure it would not have been a problem.

But if this brute were exposed to these gale winds, he would be turned into minced meat in half a breath.

"Open for me!"

Ye Feng squeezed a low roar from his throat. The remaining Spiritual Qi in his body was squeezed to the limit as a pale gray Sword Qi barrier was arduously propped open, enveloping both of them.

This was the prototype he had comprehended between life and death—the Chaos Sword Realm.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and the world before Ye Feng's eyes began to turn black.

It was precisely in this moment of blurred consciousness that the Void Realm below suddenly came to an end.

Boom—!

The two of them, like two out-of-control meteors, slammed heavily onto a hard deck.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the immense impact force directly smashed two human-shaped deep pits into the deck made of unknown material.

The briny sea breeze, mixed with the smell of machine oil, rushed violently into his nasal cavity.

Not dead yet.

Ye Feng lay at the bottom of the pit, his fingers twitching slightly. His bones felt as if they had fallen apart, and he lacked even the strength to lift his eyelids.

But he did not lose consciousness.

Years of struggling at the bottom of society had fostered an instinct in him—the weaker he was, the more he needed to remain clear-headed.

Chaotic footsteps approached rapidly.

"What fell down?"

"Is this a pie falling from the sky? Tsk tsk, look at this clothing material; although it's a bit torn, it's definitely top-quality heavenly silk."

"Boss, there's also a big guy here, that blade in his hand... wow, it's also Profound Rank!"

The speaker had a duck-like voice, revealing an undisguised greed.

Immediately after, a rough, large hand groped Ye Feng twice with crude movements, obviously searching him.

"Don't touch me."

A low, cold voice sounded, presumably the leader of this group. "These two fell out of a Void Realm rift. Either they are Young Masters of a major Family who met with disaster, or they are ruthless characters being hunted by enemies. But these injuries... heh, they won't recover for three to five years."

"Then Boss, kill or keep?"

"Kill what kill? These are top-quality hostages. With this delicate skin and tender flesh, selling them to 'Black Shark Island' as a Cauldron would fetch quite a lot of money."

The leader sneered. "Bring the spirit-binding locks and tie them up tightly. For this kind of goods, they surely have trump cards to save their lives. Don't capsize in the gutter."

Click.

Cold metal shackles clamped onto Ye Feng's wrists and ankles.

Ye Feng did not resist; he didn't even let his breathing rhythm falter by even a fraction.

He was waiting.

As the shackles locked, a sinister suction force came from the contact points, frantically draining the last trace of Spiritual Qi in his Dantian.

The spirit-binding locks, torture tools specifically targeting cultivators.

But these pirates could never imagine what kind of monster they were facing.

Ye Feng sneered in his heart.

He was just worrying about having nothing to mend the Golden Core crack, and now someone had delivered a meal.

Chaos Devouring Sword Body, reverse!

The Spiritual Qi that had been flowing outward paused abruptly, and then generated an even more tyrannical suction force.

The Restriction energy on the spirit-binding locks used to suppress cultivation hadn't even had the chance to exert its power before it was forcibly dragged into his body by Ye Feng along his Meridians.

The energy entered his body and rushed straight to the Dantian along the Meridians.

That shocking crack on the Golden Core, under the nourishment of this external energy, actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although it was just a drop in the bucket, it at least allowed Ye Feng to regain a sliver of the initiative.

"Eh? Why is this lock getting a bit hot?" the duck-voiced man muttered.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The leader's voice came again, this time very close. Ye Feng could even feel the other person's breath spraying onto his face.

Immediately after, a hand grabbed the broken spear that Ye Feng was clutching tightly in his right hand.

That was something he had picked up in the ruins. Although only half the shaft remained, if it hadn't been for this thing blocking the gale winds just now, he and Iron Tower would have been cold corpses long ago.

"Why are you holding this broken stick so tightly? Let go!"

The leader was obviously someone who knew his stuff; he saw that the material of the spear shaft was extraordinary and gave it a hard tug.

It didn't budge.

Ye Feng's hand was as if welded onto it.

"If you refuse a toast, you will be forced to drink a forfeit!"

The leader was enraged, and the Spiritual Qi of the Foundation Establishment Stage Late Stage erupted as he tried to forcibly pry open Ye Feng's fingers.

Just at the moment his Spiritual Qi touched the spear shaft.

A trace of extremely faint, yet ancient and desolate, pressure suddenly sprang from the seemingly ordinary spear shaft.

This was the unique master-recognition protection of a high-level Magic Treasure.

Although it was only a shred of residual power, it was definitely not something a mere Foundation Establishment Stage could touch.

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream resounded across the deck.

The leader, Ship Captain, let go abruptly, staggering backward. The web between his thumb and index finger on his right hand burst open, blood dripping, and his palm was twisted unnaturally.

"Boss!"

The four sturdy men holding steel blades nearby were shocked and subconsciously prepared to swing their blades at Ye Feng in the pit.

Just at this moment.

The youth at the bottom of the pit, who had been like a corpse, suddenly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

There was no confusion of just waking up, only the indifference of an ancient well without waves. Deep within the pupils seemed to hide two black holes that devoured everything.

"Noisy."

Ye Feng's lips moved slightly, spitting out two words.

The strength he had accumulated for a long time erupted without reservation at this moment.

It was not some earth-shattering Move.

It was just a gray Sword Qi, only the thickness of a finger, sprayed from his mouth.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft.

Four soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The movements of the four sturdy men who were about to swing their blades froze instantly, and a line of blood appeared uniformly on their necks.

The next second, four heads rolled onto the deck. The headless corpses were still moving by inertia to swing the blades down, but eventually collapsed listlessly.

Fresh blood gushed out, staining the Profound Iron Wood deck red.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Ship Captain clutched his crippled right hand, his face pale as paper. Looking at the youth who was slowly sitting up from the bottom of the pit, it was as if he were looking at an evil ghost crawling out of Hell.

Clearly, he could not feel any powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuations; clearly, he was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him over.

But that killing intent, which went deep into the bone marrow, made Ship Captain unable to even muster the courage to run away.

How many people must one have killed to train such a gaze?

Ye Feng ignored Ship Captain's trembling.

He lowered his head to look at the spirit-binding locks on his wrists and shook them gently. At this moment, this torture tool had completely lost its luster and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Clatter.

The scrap metal shattered and slid off.

Just at this moment, a sound of turbulent airflow came from the sky.

An oval silver escape pod, carrying the heat that had not yet dissipated, crashed onto the sea surface less than fifty meters from the "Sea Wolf".

The stirred-up waves splashed the whole ship.

The hatch popped open, and Mo Qianxue, dressed in white stained with blood, crawled out in a somewhat disheveled state.

She scanned the surroundings vigilantly, finally fixing her gaze on the corpses all over the deck and Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged in the pile of corpses, leisurely tidying his sleeves.

Mo Qianxue's eyes narrowed slightly.

She had originally been calculating how to escape and was even prepared to fight the pirates on this ship to the death.

Unexpectedly, someone was faster and more ruthless than her.

This man, no matter what situation he was in, seemed to be able to instantly control the situation.

Rather than drifting alone in this unfamiliar Chaotic Star Sea, it would be better to...

Mo Qianxue was a smart person; smart people never made needless hesitations.

She lightly tapped the sea surface with her toes, her figure floating onto the deck like a white crane. Completely ignoring those bloody corpses, she walked straight to Ship Captain.

A Mid-Grade Spirit Stone emitting rich Spiritual Qi was thrown to Ship Captain's feet.

"Two things."

Mo Qianxue's voice was cold and clear, carrying an unquestionable aura of a superior. "First, arrange the best cabin for us; do not let anyone disturb us. Second, go to the nearest port."

Ship Captain looked at the Spirit Stone on the ground, then looked at Ye Feng, who was staring at him with a half-smile, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

This man and woman—one was a murderous fiend, and the other was a wealthy Family young lady.

How could he still have any of the majesty of being a captain?

"Yes... yes! This little one will go do it right away!" Ship Captain didn't care about the pain in his hand; he picked up the Spirit Stone, nodded and bowed, and retreated. He even forgot to call someone to clean up the corpses on the ground.

Ye Feng glanced at Mo Qianxue, a playful arc hooking at the corners of his mouth. He didn't speak, just grabbed Iron Tower again and walked toward the cabin.

Since someone was footing the bill, he was naturally happy to be idle.

When passing through the center of the deck, Ye Feng's footsteps paused slightly.

His gaze fell on a bronze Cauldron that was half a person tall on the bow of the ship.

The Cauldron was burning some low-quality sea beast fat, emitting an unpleasant smell; it was obviously a crude object used by the crew for heating or cooking.

But this material... it seemed slightly capable of withstanding some high heat?

Ye Feng subconsciously rubbed the storage ring on his finger.

Inside it, there were dozens of low-grade spiritual weapons stripped from Battle Heaven Dragon and the others.

For others, that was wealth.

For him now, that was a pile of "dry rations" that urgently needed to be digested.

Although the Golden Core had been mended, to recover to his Peak, he still needed a "supplementary meal".

"This Cauldron, lend it to me."

Ye Feng pointed casually. Regardless of whether Ship Captain agreed or not, he lifted the hundreds-of-jin Cauldron with one hand, as if carrying a lunch box, and strode into the depths of the cabin.