Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 263: Panicked He Zhongjie!

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Panicked He Zhongjie!

With a single slash, Ling Feng extracted the Demon Core from the Iron-Armored Demon Bull and casually tossed it to Yang Jun. He glanced at the sky, noticing the hues of dusk setting in.

Taking the Demon Core, Yang Jun counted the Fourth-rank Demon Cores in his pocket and exclaimed with great joy, "Brother Feng, I now have five Fourth-rank Demon Cores!"

Feng Mo also said with a smile, "Brother Feng, I have enough as well."

"Hmm," Ling Feng nodded, "Let’s rest here for the night and head back to the Yellow Character Disciples’ activity area first thing in the morning."

"Understood."

Both Yang Jun and Feng Mo were clever enough to understand that Ling Feng’s destination was deeper and in a more dangerous area.

With their strength, if they went to that area, they would probably only hold Ling Feng back.

Ling Feng looked around and chose a huge rock as a backrest, cutting down a sizable tree leaning against the rock to set up a simple camp; this would be their temporary encampment for the night.

Soon, the three of them started a campfire, and Feng Mo took out some freshly gathered Demon Beast Meat to roast over the flames.

After a hearty meal, they took turns keeping the night watch, a night during which sleep would be anything but peaceful.

"Snore..."

Ling Feng took the second watch. Listening to the thunderous snores coming from the tent, he picked up a stick and prodded the campfire, keeping it from going out.

The night in the mountains was fraught with danger, and one could never be too careful.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ling Feng heard some noises to the west and a smile curved his lips, "It seems this is no coincidence after all. They’ve been following us all this way and are finally ready to make a move?"

It turned out that Ling Feng had already detected two sneaky shadows through his Unlimited Vision, trailing about seven to eight hundred feet behind them. Clearly, they had been following their tracks all the way here.

And who else could these two sneaky individuals be, if not the brothers He Zhongjie?

...

Seven to eight hundred feet away.

With a grave expression, He Zhongjie looked at the headless corpse of a Demon Beast on the ground and took a deep breath.

Along the way, they had come across over a dozen such Demon Beast corpses. Each beast had died swiftly, with a clean sword cut to the head and no other scars.

As if it had been slain with a single strike.

This phenomenon was frightening—very frightening.

It also meant that Ling Feng possessed the strength to kill Fourth-rank low-level Demon Beasts with a single slash.

Although these Demon Beasts were only equivalent to human Martial Artists at the early stage of the Origin Transformation Realm, to kill them with one slash, and so cleanly at that...

He Zhongjie could smell the scent of danger.

He was confident he could easily kill those Demon Beasts, but to do so with such casual ease, a single strike for each, was something even he could not accomplish.

This could only mean one thing, no matter how strong Ling Feng was, his Sword Dao Accomplishment was still above his own!

"Big Brother, what’s wrong?" He Zhonglei turned to look at He Zhongjie, and seeing his complexion, a hint of unease arose in his heart.

"What’s wrong?" He Zhongjie gave a bitter smile, "That kid’s strength is probably far more terrifying than we imagined!"

"It’s just killing a few Fourth-rank Demon Beasts," He Zhonglei scoffed, "Big Brother, as an A-class Disciple, aren’t those Fourth-rank Demon Beasts just an easy kill for you?"

"No... It’s not the same," He Zhongjie shook his head, "You probably haven’t noticed the dreadful aura lingering around the sole wound on those Demon Beasts. If my guess isn’t wrong, that’s Sword Intent!"

"Sword... Sword Intent!" He Zhonglei’s pupils shrank sharply, "Impossible, right? He has Sword Intent?"

"No matter what, it’s better to be cautious!" He Zhongjie narrowed his eyes, speaking gravely, "Let’s not rush to act just yet; caution will carry us through centuries."

Taking a deep breath, He Zhongjie dared not act rashly after realizing Ling Feng might possess what could essentially be called a "cross-leveled killing, instant annihilating weapon"—Sword Intent.

"Let’s go, let’s leave this place first!" He Zhongjie grabbed He Zhonglei, "My sworn brother Lei Lingyun is also here, and with two more days to go, let’s meet up with Brother Lei first. Dealing with Ling Feng together will be the safest course of action."

After speaking, He Zhongjie didn’t delay any further and immediately left, no longer daring to trail behind Ling Feng.

...

"Hmph, you guys are lucky you can run fast!"

Ling Feng curled his lips, as the He brothers’ presence gradually faded from his perception, he no longer paid them any mind.

They were nothing more than a couple of jumping clowns.

"Brother Feng!"

Inside the tent, Feng Mo rubbed his eyes and stretched lazily, "It’s my turn to keep watch now."

"Forget it, you continue resting," Ling Feng sat cross-legged in place, "I’m not at all sleepy."

"Um..."

Despite that, Feng Mo got up and sat beside Ling Feng, smiling, "Then let’s just chat for a bit."

"Let’s not." Ling Feng shook his head with a laugh, "If Master Feng wishes to discuss the Imperial Concubine’s Scandalous History with me, then I’d rather not."

"Haha..." Feng Mo smiled wryly, but the laughter carried a bit more melancholy than usual.

He always came across as irreverent, indolent, and even a little lewd and vulgar; Ling Feng felt somewhat uneasy now that he had suddenly become so serious.

"If there’s something you want to say, feel free to speak."

As a healer, Ling Feng’s greatest strength was naturally his ability to observe people’s words and expressions.

"Indeed, nothing can escape Brother Feng’s eyes," Feng Mo said with a faint smile, then abruptly asked, "What do you think of the name Moo Feng?"

"Moo Feng?" Ling Feng pursed his lips, looking at Feng Mo, "That can’t possibly be your name, can it?"

"Perhaps..." Feng Mo smiled faintly, "I don’t like this name, nor do I like this surname. Unfortunately, ever since my birth, I have carried this surname, and with it, some... some very disgusting things."

Ling Feng just quietly observed Feng Mo, remaining silent.

This guy seemed to have a story.

Moo Feng? The Mo family?

Ling Feng didn’t know of any noble families in the Empire with the surname ’Mo’, but from Feng Mo’s words, it could be determined that his background was certainly out of the ordinary.

Feng Mo idly toyed with the campfire using a slender twig, murmuring to himself, "It’s better to go by Feng Mo, no need to make any choices, no need to struggle for anything. Haha, Feng Mo is a good name indeed! Casual and free!"

"One’s own path is always one’s own to tread, isn’t it?" Ling Feng pursed his lips, his gaze on Feng Mo, this sly fox, seemed quite mysterious.

"Sorry, Brother Feng, I still can’t tell you everything."

Feng Mo looked at Ling Feng, hesitating several times before eventually clenching his fist and falling silent.

"Everyone has their secrets," Ling Feng laid down with his hands behind his head, speaking indifferently, "All I know is, we are friends."

"Yes, friends! Good friends!"

Feng Mo also laid down with his arms as a pillow, a twig clenched in his mouth, "Brother Feng, I hope we will always be good friends."

"If you don’t change, I won’t change!" Ling Feng turned to look at Feng Mo, extending his right hand.

"Clap!"

The palms of the two young men clasped together.

"If you don’t change, neither will I!"

Beneath the starry sky, this was the promise of two youths!

(PS: Just one thing to say, Feng Mo’s background is pretty badass.)