109: Chapter 109 The Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng, Perfected in One Click, I Am a Swordsman

Beyond the Ten Thousand Beast Mountains lies a lawless border zone between the Great Xia Dynasty and several small neighboring countries.

In this land of swirling yellow sands where the law is nothing more than waste paper, stands a city of sin known as the "Outlaw's Paradise, Honest Man's Hell."

The City of Chaos!

There is no law here, no order; the only rule is the law of the jungle.

Countless wicked cultivators wanted by the Dynasty, rebellious Disciples expelled from their Sects, and desperate outlaws have gathered here, forming a web of dark forces that even the imperial power finds troublesome.

At this moment, outside the city gates, a young man dressed in ordinary hemp clothes, with an ordinary face and an aura so common he would disappear in a crowd, was carrying a small beast wrapped tightly in hemp cloth. He slowly entered this city of sin with the flow of people.

He was, of course, Lin Feng in disguise.

Code name: Night Wind.

"The Demonic Qi and Evil Qi are so heavy."

Huang Fugui's head peeked out from a gap in the hemp cloth, his bead-like green eyes darting around.

"I feel like there are more demons and monsters in here than in the entire South Province combined!"

"Just about."

Lin Feng chuckled inwardly; his Divine Sense had already spread out like an invisible tide, instantly covering a ten-mile radius.

The City of Chaos truly lived up to its name.

In just one short street, he perceived no fewer than a hundred instances of blatant robbery and brawling, and even people killing and looting in broad daylight.

The surrounding passersby were already used to it; some were even betting with great interest on who would die first.

The entire city was permeated with a primal, savage scent of blood.

The factions within the city were just as Huang Fugui had previously investigated: a tripartite balance with clear boundaries.

The East City was the territory of "Wanbao Pavilion." They controlled all the Medicinal Pills, Magic Treasures, and intelligence trade in the city. Wealthy and well-informed, they followed the principle of "Harmony Brings Wealth." As long as you didn't cause trouble for them, they were even willing to do business with demons.

The West City was occupied by the "Blood Fiend Tower."

This was a mysterious organization composed of top-tier assassins. Their members were few, but all were elites, taking on top-level assassination missions to kill Divine Sea Realm and Gathered Crown Realm experts, or even Martial Soul powerhouses.

They were the most untouchable existence in the city because you never knew if the drunkard drinking and bragging with you one second would stab you in the back the next.

The South and North Cities, along with the dock area connecting the East and West, were controlled by the "Black Water Gang," the most populous and chaotic faction in the city.

The members of the Black Water Gang were a mixed bag from all walks of life. They engaged in low-end businesses like collecting protection money, running gambling dens, and human trafficking.

Although their strength was the weakest among the three, they were the city's biggest troublemakers and loved "giving lessons" to newcomers.

Lin Feng's goal was clear: he needed a place to stay and a large number of Cultivation Technique Secret Manuals to provide "nourishment" for his hungry [Cultivation Technique Deduction] function.

And in the City of Chaos, these things could all be exchanged for the same thing.

Money, or... heads.

He didn't go to the relatively orderly East or West Cities but walked straight into the most chaotic slums of the South City.

This was the Black Water Gang's territory and the easiest place to "make money."

"Hey, newcomer!"

Just as he entered a sewage-filled alley, he was blocked by seven or eight burly men with bare chests and ferocious tattoos.

The leader was a man with a fleshy face and a blade of grass in his mouth—the One-Eyed Dragon. With a cultivation of the first level of the Divine Sea Realm, he was already considered a minor local tyrant in this area.

"Looking at your fair and tender skin, which corner did you crawl out from, you little lamb?"

One-Eyed Dragon sized Lin Feng up, his eyes filled with undisguised greed and contempt.

"Do you know the rules of our Black Water Gang? If you want to stay in this South City, you either pay protection money or do something for the gang as an initiation rite."

Here it is, the classic rent-collection scene.

Lin Feng laughed inwardly, but his face showed an expression of "I'm very scared but trying to stay calm."

"What... what rules?"

"Oho, a real greenhorn."

Seeing this, One-Eyed Dragon became even more arrogant. He held up three fingers and grinned hideously. "Three seconds. Either hand over three hundred taels of gold, and we'll keep you safe for a month, or go do something for us."

He pointed to a dilapidated, shaky courtyard deep in the alley and spat out the grass.

"See that? 'Mad Dog' Li San's place. That guy owes our boss money and refuses to pay. Go bring back his head. Once it's done, you'll be one of us in the Black Water Gang."

This was the Black Water Gang's usual trick.

Use a seemingly simple task to test a newcomer's strength and Heart-Nature.

If the other party lacked strength and died inside, it saved them trouble.

If they luckily succeeded, it meant their hands were stained with blood, and they could only obediently be their dogs from then on.

However, today, they had clearly kicked a steel plate harder than ten-thousand-year-old profound iron.

Lin Feng did not answer immediately. He first went to a rickety weapon stall by the roadside, picked up the most ordinary, rusted iron sword, and threw a hundred taels of gold to the owner.

Then, he turned around, looked at the impatient One-Eyed Dragon, and asked calmly, "Besides the saber, this seat doesn't really know how to use a sword yet. I'll practice first."

"Practice?"

One-Eyed Dragon acted as if he had heard the world's biggest joke. "Kid, is your brain broken? I'm telling you to go kill someone, and you're telling me you want to practice your sword first?"

Just as he was about to step forward to teach this arrogant brat a lesson...

Lin Feng moved.

He didn't draw his saber but drew the rusted iron sword he had just acquired.

Without even glancing at the thugs, he began to practice a set of seemingly ordinary, even clumsy, sword techniques on the spot, slowly and by himself.

This sword technique was a common item he had just bought from the weapon stall owner for a hundred taels of gold.

"Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze."

The Moves were simple and full of openings, the kind used in martial arts halls to build a foundation for new Disciples.

"Hahaha! This kid is really crazy!"

"Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze? I stopped practicing that when I was three!"

The members of the Black Water Gang laughed so hard they almost cried.

However, at the height of their laughter...

A cold System prompt sounded in Lin Feng's mind.

[Ding! Consumed 100,000 critical hit points, 'Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze' critical hit successful!]

Boom!

A massive and pure insight into the Dao of the sword instantly flooded his Sea of Consciousness!

Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze, Beginner!

Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze, Entry!

Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze, proficient!

Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze, Major Achievement!

Thirteen Swords of the Clear Breeze, Perfection!

The rusted sword in Lin Feng's hand continued to swing in a seemingly slow rhythm.

But in the eyes of One-Eyed Dragon and the others, the trajectory of every strike became unpredictable and untraceable.

The clear breeze was no longer a clear breeze.

It had transformed into a gale that tore through everything!

Those thirteen simple sword Moves seemed to be endowed with life in his hands, evolving into a thousand exquisite variations!

"This... what kind of sword technique is this?!"

The smile on One-Eyed Dragon's face instantly froze, replaced by endless horror!

Before he could react...

Lin Feng sheathed his sword.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, as if nothing had happened.

Only a light breeze brushed past the seven or eight Black Water Gang thugs.

Puchi!

Puchi!

Puchi!

A series of soft sounds of blades cutting into flesh rang out almost simultaneously!

One-Eyed Dragon and his seven lackeys all froze in place, maintaining their various laughing postures, unmoving.

In the next moment, seven or eight heads rolled neatly from their necks.

Blood gushed out like fountains.

[Ding! Successfully killed a first-level Divine Sea Realm Martial Artist!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 3,010x! Obtained 100,000 critical hit points!]

[Ding! Successfully killed...]

...

Lin Feng didn't even look at the corpses on the ground; he just weighed the rusted sword in his hand and curled his lip.

"The quality is too poor; it affects the feel."

With that, under the horrified gazes of the passersby, he carried his sword and walked straight toward the dilapidated courtyard belonging to "Mad Dog" Li San.

"Next."