Chapter 482: Little Jiu: I’ve Already Perfected My Cultivation, Let’s Duel!
“Retreat! When the situation’s good, just run away!”
Ling Feng, seeing he had the upper hand, didn’t hesitate to give the order to pull back. The bl**d Snakes still in the camp hadn’t even fully realized what was happening—by the time they did, it might be too late.
After all, their main goal had been to cause trouble; taking out one Refinement Stage expert from afar was already a big win. Plus, it also made everyone in the camp uneasy—nothing like a little fear to keep the fighters on their toes.
But their retreat didn’t go smoothly. Turns out, they weren’t facing just one Refinement Stage powerhouse. One of the enemy experts caught on quickly and chased after them using spiritual energy fluctuations.
However, Ling Feng didn’t look back. Instead, he grabbed a few weaker monsters and kept on running.
Just as the bl**d Snake clansmen were about to strike and trap them, the ground beneath suddenly shone with a bright light.
In an instant, golden chains erupted from the earth, piercing into the enemy’s body. The chains blazed with golden flames, burning away his demonic energy—magic energy, whatever you want to call it.
“Next life, stay away from demon energy.”
Ling Feng shot a glance at the trapped bl**d Snake expert, then immediately accelerated his pace.
At that very moment, an explosion of flames devoured the forest behind him.
What he used wasn’t just any ordinary bomb, oh no. It was a specially made, concentrated fire of burnable magic energy—sent to him by Bai Feng himself! Plus, with a cheap disposable formation diagram, all combined into one flashy combo. Usually, if it was a typical Refinement Stage powerhouse, it’d just be a bit shameful, maybe take a stumble. But most of the bl**d Snake experts were forcibly boosted with magic energy—so, to the ones who didn’t see it coming? Well, even if they survived, they’d be permanently disabled.
“Come to think of it, isn’t it kinda weird how quick the battles are turning?”
Ling Feng slowed down and looked back at the forest engulfed in flames. He muttered to himself.
In the past, even when they harassed the camp, it was a handful of people charging in with d*ath in their eyes—k*ll, destroy, and there’d be at least some corpses to send back. Now? Just a few distant drones doing the job.
Sure, they had some sneaky assassins before—like poison, hidden spike traps, stuff like that—but those methods weren’t really worthy of formal displays. Only a few errant cultivators or those with physical issues played with poisons or secret weapons. Higher-tier cultivators like formation masters or artifact smiths? They didn’t bother with such lowly tricks. They only resorted to poisons or hidden weapons if their bodies couldn’t handle the standard way.
And for Bai Feng to use formations, talismans, AND crafted weapons to produce these rogue, unorthodox weapons? If you weren’t there yourself, you’d find it hard to believe. But the results? Absolutely astonishing. Bai Feng’s weapons far surpassed those of the secret-tool specialists.
Formation masters—any domain they excel in—are hot commodities!
Ling Feng sighed inwardly. Should I learn a formation or two? From his perspective, formations weren’t just old-school setups anymore; they had new, clever uses.
After they left, a few red figures finally arrived late.
One looked at the burned corpses, lifted his leg, and kicked one: “Useless trash. Eating demon energy must’ve fried your brains, huh? Going after us alone? Haven’t you seen how formation traps work? Dead, just like that. Do they even know how much resources it takes to raise a Refinement Stage cultivator?”
“Enough, don’t bother,” another said, discouraging him, then looked at the scorched earth. “Looks like this trap packs quite a punch. Not a trace of magic energy on the corpses.”
“Probably something from the Heavenly Sword Sect’s formation peak,” someone else held a tiny, blue crystal shard—the tail end of a ‘b*llet’—looking like a small crystal. “I’m more curious about this thing. One tiny crystal can take down a Refinement Stage expert? Even if the dead guy was boosted by magic energy, he’s still Refinement. That’s impressive.”
“Anything our clan can do about it?”
The guy with the blue crystal shook his head. “Nope. Our formations and forging are weak compared to the Northern Region. We can’t crack this new kind of formation.”
“So what do we do?”
The fiery old snake, which had just kicked the corpse, stomped again, smashing the body into pieces. “Our people are dying every day because of this stuff. d*mn it, how does the Heavenly Sword Sect do it? They’re at the Transformation God Stage—way above us! Not cannon fodder! Now even Refinement can be wiped out… If they get enough time, they’ll probably start killing us all the way up to the Merging Stage.”
“No choice but to find that big shot,” someone suggested. “This isn’t something we can handle anymore.”
The previously frantic old snake suddenly went quiet, shrunk his neck, and whispered, “You really want to find that master?”
“Relax, no need to panic. We’re fighting the Monster Tribe of the Southern Region, Central Continent’s sacred grounds, and the Heavenly Sword Sect of the Northern Region. Even if we tell that master we’re losing, he won’t say anything… probably.”
…
“Fight a duel?”
“Fight a duel!”
“At my house?”
“Sounds good!”
“Hold on—shouldn’t we test in the training arena instead?” asked another disciple from Heavenly Sword Sect, looking confused.
“Oh, we’re talking about Master Bai Feng’s game,” the first one pulled out a “Memory Device.” “Different from usual. It’s like a tournament—pick a character, fight.”
“That’s kinda boring, isn’t it?”
“But I can use Brother Lin from Dan Peak, Brother Luo from Divine Sword Peak, even the sect master himself.”
“Wow… sounds interesting. Is there no Master Bai Feng in it?”
“Nope, and no Senior Sister Bai either. I guess Bai Feng’s avoiding trouble, so he doesn’t make things too obvious.”
While they babbled on, two furious disciples stormed over, heading straight for the trial ground, shouting curses all along:
“d*mn it! Besides copying Brother Lin’s Fire Lotus, what else can you do? Come on, let’s test in the trial ground—I want to see if you can keep repeating Fire Lotus!”
“Come on, I can beat you into the ground in real life too! I’m sick of you guys riding Brother Lin’s coattails. Honestly, Brother Lin is the only perfect cultivator in this game—wait, he’s already…”
Watching the two angry figures disappear into the distance, one disciple scratched his head, bewildered. “What’s their deal?”
“Probably broke their defense after losing in the game. These days, more people are in the trial ground fighting online then in reality.”
“No way…”
“I think so. It’s just a game, after all. Hey, wanna join?”
“Yeah!”
After about ten minutes…
“d*mn, Fire Lotus spam is so satisfying! Let’s go to the trial ground—today, I’ll make you feel real good!”
Meanwhile, at Formation Peak.
“Expanding the trial ground? How do you expand that? Build a few more platforms?”
Bai Feng looked at the sect master’s request and rubbed his head helplessly.
It seemed that releasing that free fighting game caused a huge increase in disciples rushing to the trial ground, with even elders coming to fight there—so the space was getting cramped.
He jotted down a few ideas on paper—besides just expanding and adding more platforms, he thought of something new:
“Maybe combine this with a virtual training battlefield—something like a grand arena?”
Luckily, there was a ready-made template. Just tweak a bit the battlefield of Southern Region, and it could be used directly. Plus, it’d give the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples a detailed look at the latest weapons.
“White Feng! I’ve already perfected my cultivation! Come on, let’s have a duel!”
Xiao Jiu leapt onto the table, puffing up her chest confidently.
“Get off the table first!”
