Entering the Immortal Path, Mastering the Hundred Arts - Chapter 2: Vengeance Fulfilled

In the next instant, a vast amount of vibrant, misty spiritual energy surged within Li Feng's body.

This spiritual energy flowed through his limbs and bones, filling him with a sense of utter comfort.

As the minor cosmic orbit completed its automatic cycle, all the misty spiritual energy returned to his dantian, gradually settling down.

At the same time, a wind-attribute cultivation method named the Crane Origin Mantra appeared in his mind.

At this moment, Li Feng felt a wave of clarity and comfort wash over him, as if he possessed boundless strength.

Channeling his spiritual energy to the soles of his feet, he stomped hard. The solid floorboards shattered, forming a deep crater with countless cracks spiderwebbing outward.

Seeing such a dramatic transformation in himself in such a short time, even someone as composed as he was could not help but feel overjoyed.

Li Feng clenched his fists, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Young Master Liu, your time has come!"

Leaving the Squire's wife's residence, Li Feng prepared two bowls of poison.

He pasted a fake mustache on his lip, added a false mole to his right cheek for good measure, and headed straight for the side courtyard.

The side courtyard housed Young Master Liu and that cultivator at the first layer of Qi Condensation.

Although he had already reached the second layer of Qi Condensation, Li Feng did not intend to rely on brute force.

He was only slightly stronger than the cultivator, who came from a cultivation sect and might very well have a hidden trump card.

It was safer to stick strictly to the results of the simulation.

Arriving at the side courtyard, two burly men standing guard at the entrance blocked him. "What are you doing here?"

"The weather is turning cold. Madam ordered me to bring some medicinal soup to keep the young master from catching a chill."

Li Feng produced the hairpin unique to the Squire's wife, and only then did the two men let him pass.

Although Young Master Liu resided in a side courtyard, it was by no means small.

Passing through a long corridor, he arrived outside a set of doors.

The sounds of singing, dancing, and the decadent laughter of two men drifted out from inside.

Li Feng knocked lightly, and a maidservant opened the door for him.

Inside, a grand dance performance was underway.

Several dancing girls dressed in sheer gauze moved in alluring steps.

Flashes of fair skin drifted in and out of view behind the veils, and neither Young Master Liu nor the young cultivator broke their gaze for even a second.

Li Feng lowered his head and bowed, stepping into the room with a deferential expression.

"Young Master, Madam is concerned about the toll your cultivation is taking on you, so she had this nourishing tonic brewed specially for you."

In the heat of his revelry, Young Master Liu looked annoyed and spat a thick glob of phlegm toward Li Feng.

"Take it away! Don't ruin my fun."

Sitting across from Young Master Liu was a handsome young man.

He spoke up to advise him, "Cousin, we of the Heavenly Crane Sect have always valued respect for our elders. Since Aunt brewed this soup herself, you must not neglect it."

Li Feng caught the cue and immediately chimed in, "Madam also had a bowl brewed specifically for the immortal master. It is highly beneficial for cultivation, offered as a token of her respect."

It was precisely because he heard it was a nourishing tonic that the young man had spoken up; he too was in dire need of replenishment.

He had been playing too wildly with Young Master Liu these past few days, to the point that the foundation of his cultivation had started to slip.

Seeing the young man speak, Young Master Liu put on a smile again.

"Cousin, a toast to you!"

Young Master Liu picked up the soup and walked over to the young man.

They clinked their bowls and downed the liquid in one gulp.

Bowed low, Li Feng watched them out of the corner of his eye. Once he confirmed both had swallowed the poison, he waited patiently for a moment before straightening his back, stepping forward, and kicking Young Master Liu to the ground.

The dancing girls and maidservants shrieked in terror. None of them had expected the subservient Li Feng to suddenly commit such an outrageous act of rebellion.

Young Master Liu was dazed. When he collected himself, he barked, "How dare you!"

Without a word, Li Feng raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"Insolent wretch!"

*Slap!*

Another stinging slap echoed through the room.

Li Feng gave a cold chuckle, grabbed Young Master Liu by his long hair, and smashed his head violently against a supporting pillar.

The young cultivator nearby drew his longsword in a rage, intending to cut down the treacherous Li Feng.

Yet the moment he raised his blade, a searing pain tore through his abdomen. When he tried to channel his spiritual energy, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"The soup is poisoned!"

The young man realized it, but it was too late.

The poison was now taking effect on Young Master Liu as well. Fear finally gripped him, and he crawled on the floor like a beaten dog.

"Don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want!"

"I want my sister back alive! Can you give me that?!"

Li Feng grabbed Young Master Liu by the collar and rained down fist after fist, venting the fury built up in his heart.

Before long, Young Master Liu's head was beaten to a pulp, and he fell silent.

Knowing he could not escape this fate, the young cultivator pulled a notebook from his storage bag, attempting to destroy it.

Anticipating this, Li Feng kicked his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"I am a disciple of the Heavenly Crane Sect. Do not push me too far!"

With that, he slammed a jade slip onto the ground with all his might.

Having spent the last of his strength, the young cultivator's body twitched before he fell unconscious.

The jade slip shattered, emitting a golden light.

A phantom projection emerged from the light, manifesting in midair.

The phantom had long eyebrows and a white beard, carrying the aura of a transcendent immortal, clearly indicating a cultivator of profound attainment.

"Sir, for the sake of the Heavenly Crane Sect, could you spare my grand-disciple?"

"As long as you..."

Li Feng pointed at the projection and cursed, "Shut your filthy mouth, you old bastard! What the hell is a minor sect like the Heavenly Crane Sect anyway?"

The phantom trembled with rage. He had not suffered such an insult in nearly a hundred years.

"What arrogance! Do you dare reveal your sect and master? My Heavenly Crane Sect will grind your bones to dust!"

"Old man, think with your backside for a second. I didn't target anyone else, only your grand-disciple. Who do you think my sect and master could be?"

The phantom paused, then glared with fury. "You are from the Blood Cloud Sect! No wonder you are so arrogant. It seems the Blood Cloud Ancestor is behind this as well!"

"Not only am I a member of the Blood Cloud Sect, but I am also our Ancestor's personal disciple! Want to mess with me? Go back to your mother's womb and cultivate for another few hundred years!"

"You... you insolent fool..."

On the other end, the phantom's real body coughed up blood from sheer fury.

"Remember what I look like. If you don't come after me, you're my grandson! Goodbye!"

Li Feng flipped him the middle finger and crushed the shattered jade slip into dust with his foot.

The phantom vanished instantly, and the room fell silent.

The dancing girls and maidservants shivered, looking at this demon in sheer terror.

Li Feng opened the door and said coldly, "If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!"

The terrified women scrambled out of the side courtyard as fast as they could.

The two burly men outside realized something was wrong and came in to check, but Li Feng dispatched them with ease.

He then stabbed the young cultivator a few more times to make sure he was thoroughly dead, and began to search him thoroughly.

The storage bag was what he valued most right now, but he couldn't find it even after searching for a long time.

Li Feng was puzzled; this was completely different from the results of the simulation.

Refusing to give up, he stripped the young cultivator's corpse bare and finally found what he was looking for.

"Damn, how devious. He hid the storage bag in his crotch. I almost missed it."

Cursing under his breath, Li Feng picked up the notebook the cultivator had desperately tried to burn, stuffed it into his robes, and proceeded to ransack the estate.

Squire Liu was a wealthy man, so there would be no shortage of gold and silver. Naturally, Li Feng would not leave them behind.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from Breeze Town, inside the secret chamber of the Blood Cloud Sect.

The Blood Cloud Ancestor, a Golden Core stage cultivator, was in the middle of secluded meditation when his spiritual energy suddenly went awry.

Exiting his cultivation state, he looked utterly bewildered.

Such a novice mistake was something only a greenhorn who had just started cultivating would make.

"Why do I feel so uneasy?"

Unable to sit or stand still, the Blood Cloud Ancestor lost all interest in cultivating. He left his cave dwelling, gathered the entire sect, and initiated a defensive drill.

His intuition had played a major role in helping him survive and reach his current level.

Thus, he was absolutely certain that something major was about to happen in the coming days.

Back at the estate, Li Feng set the Liu manor ablaze. Having dealt with Squire Liu, he bought some sacrificial offerings and went to the mass grave to pay respects to his sister.

"Sister, I have avenged you!"

"All three members of the Liu family have died by my hand. Rest in peace, and find a good family to be reborn into. Don't suffer like this in your next life!"

Memories of the past flooded his mind, bringing a wave of sorrow.

In the ten years since he arrived on the Xianling Continent, his sweet and sensible sister had given him a warmth of family he had never known before.

From the moment she left this world, the many shackles and constraints bound to his heart had completely vanished!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the afterglow stretched the shadows of travelers.

Li Feng walked with firm and resolute steps toward the border of the Guiyuan Kingdom.