7: Chapter 7 Sword Devours Spirit Gold, Danger Lurks in the Back Mountain

Sword Devouring Spiritual Gold, Killing Intent in the Bloody Back Mountain

Is this even a sword?

It is clearly a high-grade supplement delivered right to my doorstep!

A trace of fanaticism flashed in Ye Feng's eyes; instead of retreating, he advanced.

Just as the metallic-melting, deep blue fire light struck down.

He slammed his hands together, brazenly catching the blade with his bare hands!

There was no tragic scene of his palms being severed as expected.

The two "black holes" in Ye Feng's palms began to spin frantically the moment they touched the blade.

Like a starving ghost pouncing on food, it greedily devoured the essence of the sword.

The aura of the Scarlet Flame Essence Gold was pungent and potent.

Wang Sen only felt his wrist sink; the momentum of his sword felt as if it had fallen into a deep, muddy abyss.

The next second, the scorching high temperature that the sword prided itself on.

Poured toward Ye Feng's palms like water from a breached dam!

In less than a breath's time.

The deep blue flames on the Sword Body were completely extinguished, and the scarlet Sword Body quickly dimmed.

It even took on a grayish-white hue, like weathered rock.

The Essence Gold Qi within the Sword Body, which maintained its resilience and spirituality, had been devoured completely!

"Break for me!"

Ye Feng roared in a low voice, muscles bulging on his arms.

His joined palms twisted outward violently with a sharp, ear-piercing crack.

This sound did not resemble metal snapping, but rather like dead wood breaking.

That Yellow Rank Medium Grade Blazing Fire Sword.

Under Wang Sen's horrified gaze, shattered into seven or eight pieces of scrap iron!

The immense recoil force, mixed with the chaotic Spiritual Qi currents deliberately guided by Ye Feng.

Swept the broken shards and fiercely recoiled toward Wang Sen!

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Several cold glints grazed his face, and blood instantly gushed out.

"Ah—!"

Wang Sen screamed, covering his face, blood streaming between his fingers.

The Deacon's robe on his chest was shredded to pieces by the sharp fragments.

He looked as disheveled as a beggar who had just rolled out of a thorn bush.

"My sword... You beast, what have you done?!"

Wang Sen's heart was bleeding; this was the family fortune he had exchanged ten years of offerings for!

Fueled by rage, he ignored his injuries.

The Spiritual Qi in his Dantian surged wildly, and he raised his hand to condense a Blazing Fire Palm print.

He wanted to smash this strange brat into a pulp on the spot!

Just at this moment, a suffocating pressure descended with a boom.

The sweltering air instantly froze, and the world fell into a heavy silence.

"Nonsense!"

"This is the Law Enforcement Hall, who dares to fight privately here?!"

This aura was as heavy as a mountain, carrying the absolute deterrence of a Divine Sea Realm powerhouse.

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat; this old thing had arrived too quickly!

He reacted extremely quickly, the ferocity and mockery in his eyes instantly vanishing.

His knees went weak, and he slumped into the scrap iron pile.

Panting heavily, a look of mixed terror and resentment appeared on his face.

A streak of green light descended, transforming into a middle-aged Law Enforcement Elder.

Sun Kui's face was as dark as water, his gaze scanning the scene like a hawk.

Finally, it landed on the blood-covered Wang Sen.

"Deacon Wang, as a law enforcer, to cause such a disturbance here, what kind of behavior is this?"

Wang Sen was just about to open his mouth to defend himself.

Ye Feng, on the ground, had already taken the initiative, pointing at the remains of the sword and shouting hoarsely.

"Elder, please see the truth! This Disciple caught Deacon Wang embezzling high-grade Essence Gold from the Sword Tomb!"

"He was afraid the matter would be exposed, so he wanted to kill me to silence me and destroy the evidence!"

What?

Wang Sen's eyes widened, nearly spitting out blood.

"You are slandering me! It was clearly you..."

"If you weren't trying to destroy the evidence, how could Deacon's sword end up like this?"

Ye Feng did not give him a chance to catch his breath, pointing at the fragments that crumbled at a touch.

"The Blazing Fire Sword is forged from Essence Gold, indestructible!"

"If he hadn't used a Demonic Technique to forcibly refine and extract the essence, how could it be as brittle as a thin wafer?!"

Sun Kui frowned tightly, grabbing a piece of the broken blade from the air.

He flicked his fingertip, and the metal piece instantly turned into powder.

It had no essence left, just like useless dirt!

In this cultivation world, besides evil Artifact Refining Demonic Techniques.

Who could destroy a spiritual sword into such a state in an instant?

The way Sun Kui looked at Wang Sen now held more scrutiny and disgust.

"Wang Sen, what else do you have to say?"

"I..."

Wang Sen gripped the hilt, unable to defend himself.

What could he say? That a Servant in the Body Refining stage devoured the essence in his sword?

If he said that, he would only be taken for a madman!

This brat, his scheming is too ruthless!

As the stalemate continued, a harsh dragging sound approached.

Thump, thump, thump.

Old Cripple, carrying a tattered wine gourd, stumbled out of the shadows.

Reeking of alcohol, looking intoxicated.

"Hiccup... Elder, in my opinion."

His cloudy eyes rolled, ignoring Sun Kui's look of disgust.

He pointed toward the Back Mountain: "The Rotting Blood Grass in the Bloody Back Mountain is ripe, and we need someone who isn't afraid of death to harvest it."

"Since he broke Deacon Wang's sword, let him harvest the grass to pay off the debt."

"If he doesn't collect enough, he is not allowed to return!"

Rotting Blood Grass?

The faces of the surrounding Disciples changed drastically!

That is a highly toxic substance, eroded by Evil Qi all year round.

If an ordinary Disciple enters, they would have Evil Qi invade their brain within half a day and become a madman!

Sun Kui pondered for a moment and waved his sleeves in disgust.

In his eyes, the life or death of a Servant was insignificant.

As long as the farce was quelled and the Sect's face was maintained, it was fine.

"Granted!"

"Ye Feng, head to the Bloody Back Mountain immediately!"

"If you cannot collect one hundred stalks of Rotting Blood Grass before the Inner Sect competition, you will be expelled from the Sect!"

With that, Sun Kui, disdaining to look at Wang Sen again, turned into a streak of light and left.

Ye Feng climbed up with his head lowered, appearing disheveled.

But a barely perceptible smile curled the corners of his mouth.

This was exactly the result he wanted!

The low-grade scrap iron in the Sword Tomb could no longer satisfy his devouring needs.

And that Back Mountain, filled with Evil Qi.

For his Chaos Devouring Sword Body, it was a true paradise!

He brushed the dust off his body and turned to walk toward the Back Mountain.

Wang Sen covered his bleeding cheek, staring fixedly at his back.

His eyes were as venomous as a snake flicking its tongue.

Being slapped in the face by a Servant destroying his sword in front of everyone.

If he didn't vent this anger, he swore he would not be a man!

He gave a wink to Zhang Hu beside him, making a throat-slitting gesture.

The guard of the Back Mountain was his man!

Once inside that haunted place, if a Servant died.

With a casual excuse about being devoured by a Yao Beast, who would investigate?

On the path leading to the Bloody Back Mountain, the fog grew thicker.

The air was filled with a nauseating, fishy sweetness.

The deeper he went, the more deathly silent the surroundings became.

Even the sound of insects disappeared without a trace.

Ye Feng's footsteps were light, the Sword Qi he had just devoured still leaping within his Meridians.

Suddenly.

Urgent barking, mixed with a child's terrified crying.

Came faintly from ahead, carried by the damp, cold wind.

"Black Evil, bite this little fatty to death!"

"That is my Spiritual Meat, don't you dare snatch it!"

Amidst the arrogant human voice, there was the ear-piercing sound of a vicious dog tearing at flesh.

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and his footsteps suddenly quickened.

He vaguely sensed that the unusual movements in this Back Mountain.

Might have a deep connection with the Chaos Devouring Sword Body within him.