Chapter 110: Chapter 110: The Mysterious Bracelet
"You think one hundred credit points for a top-tier Yellow Grade Martial Art is too much?"
The examiner elder, seeing what Luo Feng was thinking, chuckled. "You should know, a single top-tier Yellow Grade Martial Art is worth over ten million silvers in the secular world, and that’s if you can even find one for sale."
Luo Feng also understood the value of a top-tier Yellow Grade Martial Art and nodded. "It seems being an Inner Court student isn’t easy."
"Cultivating Martial Arts is like rowing upstream. As long as you train hard and complete plenty of missions, you’ll soon meet the exchange requirements. The Academy does this to motivate you," the examiner elder said.
Luo Feng nodded.
After receiving his Inner Court student’s items, Luo Feng bade farewell to the examiner elder.
"Luo Feng, it’s best you don’t leave the Academy for some time."
Just as he was about to leave, the examiner elder suddenly spoke.
Luo Feng paused. "Because of Duanmu Yu?"
"Hmm," the examiner elder nodded, his gaze serious. "Duanmu Yu is a prodigy and is highly regarded by the current Family Head of the Duanmu Family, Duanmu Yuan.
"Since you crippled Duanmu Yu’s arm and ruined his future, the Duanmu Family will definitely not let this go. The Duanmu Family is one of the six renowned clans in the Flowing Cloud Region, and their power should not be underestimated. However, you don’t need to worry too much. As long as you stay in the Academy, they won’t dare to trouble you."
Luo Feng nodded. "Thank you for the warning, Elder. I’ll be careful."
After becoming an Inner Court student, the Academy no longer restricted its students. Luo Feng had already planned to use this time to consume the Tiger Refining Pill and attempt to break through to the seventh level of the Essence Storage Realm. He had no intention of leaving the Academy any time soon.
After bidding farewell to the examiner elder, Luo Feng exited the Extreme Sun Great Hall. As he passed through the square outside, he noticed a crowd gathered beneath the Dragon and Tiger Pillar.
Now that I’ve become an Inner Court student and defeated Duanmu Yu, I wonder what my rank on the Dragon and Tiger Pillar will be...
Luo Feng pondered this and walked over.
A striking middle-aged female instructor from the crowd walked up to the Dragon and Tiger Pillar. With a light step, she gracefully leaped several meters into the air. In that airborne moment, her hand shot out like lightning, swiftly plucking Duanmu Yu’s jade token from its slot. Then, with a flick of her left hand, another jade token accurately settled into the vacated position.
Seeing the new jade token, gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.
"Wow, to rank 58th on the Hidden Dragon List immediately upon entering the Inner Court! This must be a first in the Academy’s history!"
"Who would’ve thought a genius like Duanmu Yu would be defeated by an Outer Court student? I’d really like to meet this person..."
"Yesterday’s duel between Duanmu Yu and Luo Feng was truly spectacular. It was the most intense fight I’ve ever seen. My blood still boils just thinking about it!"
"Too bad I was out on a mission yesterday. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have gone," an Inner Court student lamented.
Luo Feng looked up, a faint smile touching his lips.
The jade token that had replaced Duanmu Yu’s bore his name.
"Hey, you from the Outer Court, step aside! Don’t block my way!" a coarse voice suddenly boomed from behind.
Luo Feng frowned slightly and glanced back.
Standing behind him was a short, stout Inner Court student with a square face and large ears, glaring at him angrily.
"What are you looking at! Get out of my way, or I’ll let you taste my fist!"
The square-faced student glanced at Luo Feng’s uniform, a smug look in his eyes. He clenched his fists, his large knuckles cracking loudly.
The onlookers, seeing the square-faced student, wore expressions of eager anticipation for the show.
This student, Fan Zhu, was dark-faced with short legs and possessed only mediocre strength. However, he always enjoyed lording it over Outer Court students. This wasn’t the first time.
Previously, whenever Fan Zhu caused trouble, the Outer Court students would apologize profusely to resolve the matter.
Everyone assumed today would be no exception, but suddenly, with a BANG, Fan Zhu screamed and was sent flying.
"A good dog doesn’t block the path." Luo Feng gave Fan Zhu, who lay on the ground, a cursory glance and turned to leave the Extreme Sun Great Hall.
"Punk, you dare kick me! Stop right there!"
Fan Zhu was enraged. Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, he leaped up from the ground, his eyes blazing with murderous intent as he stared at Luo Feng.
"Is there something else?"
Luo Feng turned back, his dark eyes like deep pools, cold as a drawn sword.
Fan Zhu opened his mouth to speak, but as his eyes met Luo Feng’s, an icy killing intent enveloped him, as if blades were pressed against his skin, rendering him speechless.
HISS...
The surrounding crowd, who had been enjoying the spectacle, fell silent upon seeing Luo Feng. Faint gasps could be heard.
Not wanting to delay, Luo Feng glanced at Fan Zhu once more, then turned and left the Extreme Sun Great Hall.
Only after Luo Feng’s figure had completely vanished did the onlookers let out a collective sigh of relief.
A student acquainted with Fan Zhu looked at him and chuckled, "Fan Zhu, you’ve really got guts, daring to provoke him."
Fan Zhu swallowed hard but, not wanting to lose face, muttered sullenly, "He’s just an Outer Court student. What’s there to be afraid of...?"
HA HA HA...
His words were met with a burst of laughter. The student familiar with Fan Zhu clapped him on the shoulder. "Fan Zhu, do you even know who he is?"
"Who?"
The student pointed to the 58th name on the Winged Tiger List. "That’s Luo Feng. The one who, as an Outer Court student, defeated Duanmu Yu. You’d better watch yourself..."
"He’s Luo Feng!"
Fan Zhu’s face turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning. The raging fury in his eyes was now replaced solely by terror.
Luo Feng, who had defeated Duanmu Yu, was now ranked 58th on the Winged Tiger List. Fan Zhu, on the other hand, was ranked 439th, nowhere near the Winged Tiger List!
「At night, a full moon like a silver platter hung high in the sky.」
Deep within a tranquil forest on Purple Spirit Peak, a dim light spilled from a small, bamboo-walled courtyard.
Luo Feng sat before the window.
He had changed into the Purple Sun robe of an Inner Court disciple. Though not heavily muscled, his frame exuded a formidable aura. This was especially true of his obsidian-like eyes, deep as wells and glinting like lightning.
This little courtyard is quite good.
Surveying the courtyard, satisfaction gleamed in Luo Feng’s eyes.
This was his new residence after becoming an Inner Court disciple.
Compared to his previous dwelling, this one was several times larger, boasted a serene environment, and was rich in Yuan Qi, making it ideal for cultivation.
Let’s see what that old scoundrel, Li Yuanhao, had on him.
After a moment, Luo Feng retracted his gaze, his eyes falling upon the storage ring on his hand.
The last time he killed Li Yuanhao, he had left in a hurry and hadn’t had time to inspect his spoils.
With a sweep of his finger over the storage ring, a pile of items appeared on the bed.
Over a dozen gold notes, a few porcelain vials, a Secret Manual, and a jet-black bracelet.
Only 130,000 silvers? This old scoundrel was too stingy...
Luo Feng looked at the dozen-plus gold notes in his hand, pursed his lips, then picked up the three porcelain vials one by one and opened them.
The first porcelain vial contained Qi Condensing Pills; the second held some healing salves.
Upon opening the third porcelain vial, a pungent odor immediately assailed his nostrils. Inside were some dark-red pills.
Black Blood Pill! It’s actually poison. That old scoundrel really was up to no good.
Luo Feng shook his head and returned the porcelain vial to the storage ring.
His gaze fell upon the Secret Manual lying nearby. Luo Feng picked it up.
Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship, a top-tier Yellow Grade martial art...
A glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes.
This Swordsmanship allowed a seventh-level Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist to unleash Sword Qi; it was truly extraordinary.
If Li Yuanhao hadn’t underestimated him from the start, Luo Feng wouldn’t have been entirely confident of victory.
What a pity, it’s of no use to me.
Luo Feng shook his head. He cultivated the Sky Slayer Saber Technique, so the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship was useless to him.
However, a martial art that allowed a seventh-level Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist to unleash Sword Qi was worth a fortune. This Secret Manual could fetch an exorbitant price at auction; it was indeed a significant find.
Luo Feng put away the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship. Just as he was preparing to go into the courtyard to cultivate, his gaze suddenly fixed on the jet-black bracelet beside him.
This was the bracelet ’Chaotic Snow Blade’ Hu Yitian had given him. Luo Feng had kept it in his storage ring and had almost forgotten about it.
Luo Feng picked up the bracelet and slipped it onto his wrist. He immediately felt a cool sensation seep into his skin. His mind felt cleansed, free of distracting thoughts.
It can actually stabilize the mind! This bracelet is probably no ordinary item.
Luo Feng was slightly surprised and examined the bracelet more closely.
The bracelet was matte and unremarkable in appearance. A lifelike flying dragon was intricately carved upon it. Its two eyes were sharp and piercing, exuding an air of majesty.
After examining it for a moment, an idea struck Luo Feng. He directed his Soul Power to probe the soaring dragon motif on the bracelet.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill..."
An overwhelming battle cry surged directly into Luo Feng’s mind. In an instant, he felt as if he were in an Asura’s hell, the entire world saturated with a violent, domineering killing intent. Those thunderous war cries pierced the very depths of his soul!
SWISH!
Luo Feng’s eyes snapped open, shot with thick, bloodshot veins, a hint of madness flickering within his gaze.
WHOOSH!
His figure blurred, bursting through the window. Luo Feng landed in the small courtyard and instantly drew the Tiger Soul Saber.
The blade trembled, emitting a sound like a tiger’s roar.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH...
Luo Feng frantically executed his Saber Technique. Sharp arcs of saber light roiled the air in the courtyard, stirring wind and clouds, and gouging terrifying slash marks into the ground.
After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Luo Feng ceased his movements. His expression had calmed, but his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
What domineering intent, as though it could destroy heaven and earth... What is this bracelet exactly?!
Luo Feng’s eyes were wide with horror.
The instant his consciousness probed the bracelet, he was nearly consumed by that boundless killing intent.
If not for his formidable Soul Power, he might have already devolved into a Mad Demon knowing only slaughter.
Huh, what is this?
Luo Feng suddenly noticed a subtle change in the dragon carving on the bracelet.
The flying dragon, previously depicted amidst flowing clouds with its great mouth closed, now had it open. Something seemed to be nestled within.
Luo Feng retrieved the object. It was a scroll made of some unknown material.
He carefully unrolled it, revealing a fragment of a map.
The map depicted a landscape of mountains and rivers, where the clouds seemed to drift and flow, as if it were not a painting, but a true world.
Is this a map?