Li Feng hadn’t expected such an unexpected gain from this visit to the Wenjun Pavilion Pharmacy. Golden cicada fruit—a heavenly treasure he scarcely dared to dream of—was an immense temptation. As a spirit grass-level treasure, consuming it directly could elevate his strength by a full tier. If combined with other herbs to concoct a medicinal brew, its effects could be amplified several times over.
To obtain the golden cicada fruit, he had to venture to the Black Wind Forest in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, one of Hua Xia’s perilous regions, fraught with dangers. Moreover, the Hundred Thousand Mountains were the ancestral homeland of the Miao people, descendants of Chiyou, known for their mysterious and formidable abilities, including the art of gu poison.
In his previous life, Li Feng had visited the Hundred Thousand Mountains a few times and encountered gu poison experts there. Thinking of gu poison brought to mind the heart gu afflicting Li Quan—a lingering thorn in Li Feng’s heart. The heart gu was an advanced witchcraft technique, far more terrifying than ordinary gu poison.
Only high-ranking Miao shamans possessed the knowledge of such heart gu techniques. To uncover the cause of Li Quan’s death and identify who had planted the heart gu, Li Feng would need to visit the Miao region.
The Miao region lay within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and he had already been considering a trip there. Now, with news of the golden cicada fruit in the Black Wind Forest, a journey to the Hundred Thousand Mountains was imperative. Thus, Li Feng resolved to find a time to make the trip.
Though the Hundred Thousand Mountains were fraught with danger, with his current strength, how could he be afraid? Besides, where there was danger, there were also opportunities. Legends spoke of hidden secrets deep within the mountains, including ancient inheritances.
Lost in thought while driving, Li Feng had just turned a corner when a large truck barreled out from an intersection, crashing heavily into the car ahead.
“Just my luck, a car accident?” Li Feng cursed under his breath. Fortunately, he had just turned, and his speed hadn’t picked up, or the truck would have hit him.
He didn’t pay much mind to it. Car accidents happened dozens of times a day in Tianhai City; they weren’t rare. Seeing the blocked road, Li Feng knew it would take at least half an hour to clear, and he wasn’t about to wait that long. He turned the steering wheel, preparing to take another route home.
At that moment, his expression changed abruptly. Without hesitation, he kicked open the car door and leapt out.
Bang, bang…
Several deep bullet holes appeared in the seat he had just vacated. Had he not reacted quickly, he’d be dead.
“Damn it, a sniper.” Li Feng’s face darkened as he dashed toward a nearby car for cover. Just then, another gunshot rang out.
The enemy was clearly prepared, having anticipated his reaction. As he ducked behind the car, the sniper fired again, the shadow of death looming once more.
“Damn, so many snipers.” Li Feng cursed again, realizing there were snipers on both sides of the road. But he reacted swiftly, lunging into a blind spot.
“Who wants to kill me?” Li Feng’s face was ashen. Though he had the cultivation of the Qi Refining Realm and his flying dagger technique, he was helpless against snipers.
At that moment, over a dozen masked men burst out from a nearby shop, firing a barrage of bullets at him. The dense gunfire pinned him down, but Li Feng wasn’t one to sit idly. His flying daggers shot out intermittently, each one claiming a masked man’s life.
In an instant, the street intersection became a battlefield, bullets flying and combat raging.
These masked men were tougher than Li Feng had expected. Despite his daggers reaping lives, they didn’t retreat. Instead, they used agile movements to close in on his position, dodging his daggers by weaving high, low, stopping, or darting.
Li Feng’s gaze was icy. These masked men were no ordinary foes; only those tempered by life-and-death battles could possess such instincts. He was curious—who had sent these well-trained assassins, so determined to take his life?
“Hmph, killing me, Li Feng, won’t be that easy.” Li Feng sneered. For an ordinary person, such a dense attack would spell doom, but this was Li Feng. Though his current strength couldn’t block bullets, self-preservation was well within his capabilities.
“Today, you all die.” A chilling killing intent flashed in Li Feng’s eyes as he sprang forward like a leopard, hurling daggers toward the masked men while charging.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
Three daggers flew, piercing the necks of three masked men, who collapsed without a sound.
“Captain, the target’s too strong. We’re suffering heavy losses!” one masked man urgently said to his companion. In less than three minutes, four or five of their team had fallen to Li Feng’s daggers, his terrifying skill striking fear into their hearts.
“I see it,” the captain snapped irritably. “The intelligence was way off, but no matter what, we kill him today. Tell the men, even if it costs their lives, the mission must be completed.”
“Yes, sir.”
These masked men were indeed well-trained. Once they moved, they were relentless. Despite the deaths caused by Li Feng’s daggers, they charged toward him fearlessly, guns blazing.
Li Feng’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through the slits. He had no mercy for those trying to kill him.
“Die!”
As the word “die” left his lips, Li Feng had already closed within three meters of a masked man. When the word ended, he leapt high, a dagger appearing in his hand, radiating killing intent. As the sound faded, he swung the dagger downward, a silver arc flashing.
“Ugh…”
The masked man had no time to react before Li Feng’s dagger sliced through his neck. He collapsed without a sound.
“Looking for death!” The masked captain roared in fury, charging at Li Feng with a long blade. At such close range, he abandoned his gun, rushing like a fierce tiger.
Li Feng’s gaze was cold, his face radiating killing intent. His dagger, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, danced among the masked men. Each flash of silver brought a spray of blood.
Just then, Li Feng heard a whooshing sound. Without thinking, he raised his dagger to block.
Clang…
The dagger clashed with the long blade, sparking brilliantly. Caught off guard and using a dagger against a longer weapon, Li Feng lacked the strength and staggered back several steps. But he reacted quickly, spinning and striking two advancing masked men with a palm, knocking them away. His icy gaze fixed on the captain wielding the long blade.
At that moment, the captain gave a sinister smile.
“Not good.”
Li Feng’s face changed. He stomped the ground, retreating swiftly, but it was too late.
Bang…
A gunshot rang out, and a bloody flower bloomed on Li Feng’s chest.
