Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques

Chapter 305: Savage

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Spurt!”

Ke Liangde spewed out a mouthful of blood. Surrounded by two fellow Aperture Tempering realm cultivator, each of whom had combat power not inferior to his own, and one who was even much stronger, how could he possibly contend?

At this moment, Ke Liangde was in a full defense mode, trying to delay as much time as possible while making his movements as conspicuous as he could. Ke Liangde hoped that other cultivators might hear the commotion and come to investigate.

Even if he could hold on until Liao Hanqin’s arrival, this crisis might be resolved.

Unfortunately, Ke Liangde was unaware that this place was already shrouded by a concealing formation, and without special circumstances, any commotion or fluctuation here could not be transmitted outside.

Without sufficient preparation, how could Wu Yongzhao make the decision to surround and kill the four people? In this mystic realm, the number of members from the Divine Flame Sect was not advantageous. Naturally, they needed thorough preparations before they could truly take action.

Once they killed the two disciples from the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect’s numbers would be reduced, giving them an advantage and initiative.

As for the two disciples from the Primordial Sword Sect, it was unfortunate for them to be following the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect. Letting them go was out of the question; otherwise, if the information leaked, how would they find another opportunity to surround and kill the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect?

Zhu Zixiang’s face became paler and paler, and the blood had thoroughly stained his clothes. The despair in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Clearly, some time had passed, yet the surroundings remained eerily quiet. No one else had discovered their situation. This was abnormal, but Zhu Zixiang was powerless to change it.

“All!”

Zhu Zixiang roared in madness, and the spiritual essence of his spiritual sword instantly surged, increasing its power in an instant. Until the very end, Zhu Zixiang was unwilling to give up. As long as he persisted, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Not far away, Feng Xiupu’s face was gloomy. He was mostly on the defensive, with occasional counterattacks. However, even so, Feng Xiupu was still getting injured.

If this trend continued, he estimated that after dozens of moves, he might find himself in a losing position. Once that happened, he wouldn’t be far from being killed.

Therefore, Feng Xiupu was currently thinking of finding an opportunity to escape from this situation.

For the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, Zhu Zixiang and Ke Liangde, there was no opportunity left. If any one of them died, it would be the beginning of their total defeat. The difference in strength between the two sides was enormous.

Wei Yantao felt bitter. He didn’t expect that on the first day of entering the mystic realm, he wouldn’t have gained any benefits yet and was already facing death.

If he had known, he should have rejected Zhu Zixiang and Ke Liangde’s invitation during the day. But now, it was too late to say anything.

Being caught up in such a situation of being surrounded and hunted down was truly an unprovoked disaster.

The air was filled with a sense of despair. There was no visible hope. In the darkness, there was no sound coming from a distance, indicating that the situation here had not leaked out.

In the surrounding darkness, like a giant beast, it devoured all hope.

A mile away, Chen Fei’s figure appeared in a mountain hollow, looking at the sporadic flashes in the distance. Oddly, there was no sound coming from it, and there was no trace of any aura leaking out.

Chen Fei’s expression shifted slightly. It was clear that this place was shrouded by a formation; otherwise, it wouldn’t be so silent.

The twin stone in Chen Fei’s arms kept trembling, indicating that Feng Xiupu was indeed inside. Considering the arrangement of such a formation specifically for hunting people, the first thought that crossed Chen Fei’s mind was the Divine Flame Sect.

There must be disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect among them, and Feng Xiupu was likely caught up in their predicament.

Carefully, Chen Fei approached, and faint sounds finally reached his ears. Chen Fei realized that this formation did not completely seal off sound and aura.

As he got closer, the sounds grew louder, and the aura of the formation gradually became more pronounced.

Chen Fei stopped his advance after covering a hundred meters because the edge of this formation was right under his feet. He tested the formation and furrowed his brows slightly.

This formation not only absorbed sound and aura fluctuations but also had an alert function. In other words, if any living creature entered, the owner of the formation would immediately become aware of it.

“Wait for me to enter together, and you lead the person away!”

Chen Fei thought for a moment, then pointed forward with his right hand, and the aura of the rat demon on his shoulder suddenly surged, suppressing Chen Fei’s own aura.

“Squeak!”

The rat demon intentionally made a low squeak, and Chen Fei’s figure moved directly into the formation. The rat demon disappeared from his shoulder, transforming into a black light that seamlessly merged into the night.

Chen Fei felt the trembling of the formation and estimated that someone would come to investigate soon. He didn’t have much time.

Following the guidance of the twin stone, Chen Fei quickly headed towards Feng Xiupu’s location.

The Thousand Threads Technique, the Suppressing Dragon Elephant Technique, and the Heart Pearl Shard—anything Chen Fei could think of to conceal his aura, he employed them all.

In this extreme state of concealment, Chen Fei managed to silently approach within two hundred meters of the center without being noticed by those inside. However, this was already his limit, any closer, and he would undoubtedly be detected.

But once he arrived here, Chen Fei finally saw the situation unfolding inside.

The two disciples from the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect were already on the brink of death, and with just a few more moves, they would likely be killed. While Feng Xiupu continued to defend himself, his prolonged defense was taking a toll on him, and he was severely injured.

On the other side, Wei Yantao’s condition was slightly better than Feng Xiupu’s, but it was still far from ideal. Moreover, once the two disciples from the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect were killed, Wei Yantao and Feng Xiupu would immediately follow in their footsteps.

Chen Fei’s gaze glanced past Feng Xiupu and the others and subtly pointed to the hem of Wu Yongzhao’s robe. He dared not stare directly at Wu Yongzhao, not even with his peripheral vision, fearing any hint of strangeness would be detected.

Wu Yongzhao was the most highly cultivated cultivator among those present, on par with Liao Hanqin from the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect. He was the kind of expert who was just one step away from breaking through to the mid-stage of the Aperture Tempering realm.

With such a person wielding a superior-grade spiritual weapon, ordinary cultivators of the same realm had no hope of resisting. Even someone like Zhu Zixiang, who was nearing the mid-stage of the Aperture Tempering realm himself and had a mid-grade spiritual weapon, was still no match for Wu Yongzhao.

Chen Fei sensed the mark in the rat demon’s sea of consciousness, gently activated it, and the rat demon’s sharp voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

This abrupt sound instantly startled already tense nerves, causing everyone present to pause for a moment. Chen Fei seized this opportunity.

Chen Fei’s figure turned into a streak of light, rushing toward Feng Xiupu’s position, and at the same time, his shadow clone appeared, tracing an arc as it lunged from another direction.

The sudden appearance of two auras startled the members of the Divine Flame Sect. However, when they saw Chen Fei’s appearance and searched the surroundings, finding no other cultivators, their initial surprise was alleviated somewhat.

Another Aperture Tempering realm cultivator, and a relatively new one at that, would not significantly impact the overall situation. It would merely mean one more casualty later.

Within a span of a few steps, Chen Fei covered the two-hundred-meter distance and stood in front of Feng Xiupu. The Qianyuan Sword in Chen Fei’s hand swept horizontally, blocking the weapon of a Divine Flame Sect member in front of him.

Chen Fei didn’t use his full strength, as doing so would draw too much attention, and he was concerned that Wu Yongzhao might charge over immediately. Feng Xiupu understood Chen Fei’s intention instantly and used all his strength to thrust a sword towards Ning Yongfei.

Ning Yongfei’s expression changed slightly. He had already gained the upper hand, but Chen Fei’s sudden appearance disrupted his attack rhythm. Regardless of whether Chen Fei had just broken through or not, he was still an Aperture Tempering realm cultivator. Trying to maintain an advantage in a one-on-two situation was already extremely challenging.

Ning Yongfei chose not to rush ahead but instead retreated. The overall situation was set, so Ning Yongfei naturally preferred a more stable approach.

Meanwhile, not far away, Wei Yantao suddenly shouted loudly, his aura surging dramatically. The spiritual sword in his hand trembled violently. With a single strike, Wei Yantao forced his opponent back several steps, then swiftly approached Feng Xiupu’s position.

Evidently, Chen Fei’s appearance had given Wei Yantao a glimmer of hope. He was willing to suffer some damage to his acupoints and spiritual sword to gain this momentary opportunity.

Chen Fei grabbed Feng Xiupu’s shoulder, his figure flickering, and both of them arrived in front of Wei Yantao. Chen Fei’s other hand grabbed Wei Yantao, then they rushed frantically towards the periphery.

Using his utmost speed, Chen Fei unleashed the ” Soaring Heaven Technique”, causing the three of them to blur and disappear from their original location.

Feng Xiupu was severely injured, and Wei Yantao’s recent desperate struggle had left him in a similar state as Feng Xiupu. The members of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, Zhu Zixiang and Ke Liangde, were on the brink of death.

On the other hand, the Divine Flame Sect’s five members were unscathed, and they even had a formation expert outside. In this situation, there was no way Chen Fei would stay.

“Chase!” Wu Yongzhao’s brow furrowed as he reacted. The events that had just transpired occurred in the blink of an eye. Before they could intervene, the three individuals had disappeared from sight. It was completely unexpected that Chen Fei would exhibit such a level of speed, catching them off guard.

However, Chen Fei’s current speed was slightly affected by carrying two additional people. It wasn’t that Feng Xiupu and the others were particularly heavy; it was the nature of their Aperture Tempering realm’s body techniques. These techniques relied on the flow of elemental energy and the borrowing of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy.

This was different from body techniques used in the Body Refining realm.

Therefore, having two more people disrupted the coordination of their body techniques with elemental energy. Chen Fei’s speed wasn’t as fast as before, but it was still significantly better than an ordinary Aperture Tempering realm cultivator in the early stages.

“Good!” Dong Xiuzhi left Ke Liangde behind, and a radiant light burst from his waist. Dong Xiuzhi’s body seemed to float lightly, and with a slight tap of his right foot, he vanished from sight.

Dong Xiuzhi, the strongest cultivator present apart from Wu Yongzhao, had been equipped with a special spiritual weapon by the Divine Flame Sect to compensate for his shortcomings in body techniques, especially after the loss of many Aperture Tempering realm cultivators in the sect.

Wu Yongzhao glanced at Ning Yongfei, and Ning Yongfei understood. He followed closely behind Dong Xiuzhi. Although he couldn’t match Dong Xiuzhi’s speed, as long as Dong Xiuzhi engaged Chen Fei, he could catch up in no time.

Dong Xiuzhi fixed his gaze on Chen Fei, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth. The last time they tried to intercept Chen Fei, it had ended in failure as he managed to escape. Now, they couldn’t believe their luck at having another opportunity.

The last time, Chen Fei had escaped using his body techniques, but Dong Xiuzhi wouldn’t give him a chance this time.

With several figures in pursuit, they quickly covered a distance of over twenty miles. Chen Fei was gradually caught up to by Dong Xiuzhi.

Feeling Dong Xiuzhi’s presence behind him, Wei Yantao’s hope, which had just surfaced, began to fade.

“Put me down. I’ll try to stop him. Otherwise, none of us will be able to escape!” Wei Yantao hesitated for a moment and spoke in a solemn tone.

“No need!” Chen Fei, not sensing Wu Yongzhao’s pursuit, leaped onto a large rock, coming to a halt. He turned to face Dong Xiuzhi.

“Not running anymore?” Dong Xiuzhi’s face twisted into a savage grin..