"Why is a late-stage cultivator like you in this region? Are you tired of living? If so, then go find someone else to die. I have no intention of dirtying my hands with your blood "
Lin Feng was amused and a little surprised listening to that. He didn’t respond, slowly he turned around and began walking out, giving a full unguarded view of his back.
As he walked out of the cave, he sighed. Not everyone was totally cruel... some exceptions did exist in the world and he just found one.
This woman definitely wasn’t interested in attacking him, or else when he showed his back, she would have let her emotions slip and shown killing intent, but nothing like that happened.
Lin Feng flew away in search of another cave abode. It didn’t take him long when he found it. He entered it calmly. It was also a natural cave.
It seemed that these mountains had a lot of caves. Was it done by the spirit consciousness for the ease of disciples? It might be possible.
When the cultivator became visible, he finally smiled. It was someone from the Crimson Flame Palace.
"And here I was thinking who the hell entered my cave. It was just a late-stage cultivator who has hidden himself thoroughly like cowards. Well, I don’t know what you are doing here, but since you entered my abode, you have to pay the price.
I want a follower in this inheritance site, so take a heavenly oath—Hmm.... why the hell are you coming closer? Stay right there, or I will kill you..."
Lin Feng didn’t pay any attention to the threats. To him, the moment he laid eyes on this cultivator, he was dead.
He didn’t need any justification to kill those whom he truly wanted to kill.
The cultivator squinted his eyes when he saw Lin Feng not stopping. He immediately gathered an orb of flame in his hand. "Tsk, what a waste. You could have gotten so much following me. Now die..."
Lin Feng looked at the incoming orb calmly. Even if he let it hit him, it wouldn’t do any damage, but his ordinary robes would be incinerated. He had only two robes, so he didn’t want to damage any of them. He simply sidestepped and dodged it.
The orb hit the ground far behind him.
BOOOMMMMMM!
The eyes of the cultivator widened. Lin Feng had dodged his attack very easily, which was very difficult for a late-stage cultivator to do. "Who are you—unghhhhhh"
The words of the cultivator were replaced with an agonizing grunt as Lin Feng appeared in front of him and he felt a brutal punch in his stomach. His back arched, and blood leaked out from his mouth as he flew and hit the cave wall.
THUDDD!
"You talk too much... and I am not very fond of it..." Lin Feng just shook his head.
"Arghhh.... Hiccc..." The cultivator whimpered while holding his stomach in a curled-up position.
The punch was strong enough to rupture everything inside his stomach. If it had hit a little lower, then his dantian would have gone.
Suddenly he began trembling. No matter what, this masked cultivator was far stronger than his imagination. His death was inevitable if he didn’t do anything, " Cough! Hicc... Se-senior, pl-please for... forgive me..." He coughed more blood. Bits of ruptured flesh came out with it.
"Ohh really? Tell me what would have happened to me if I had been hit with that flame orb of yours and I really was a late-stage cultivator?" Lin Feng really wanted to hear his answer.
The cultivator trembled internally. He had totally meant to kill Lin Feng with that attack. He gritted his teeth. He knew that Lin Feng had no intention to leave him alive. "Se-senior, I will bec... Cough! Cough!"... become your slave..."
Lin Feng shook his head again. He decided to end this. "That wasn’t the answer to my question. Let me give you a proper answer." He went near him and took out his storage ring. The fact that he had a storage ring instead of a storage bag meant he had good fortune.
He brought his palm forward. A small orb of destructive yang formed on his hand. It was a similar size to the flame orb.
The cultivator began squirming. "Senior, forgive—"
"Shhhh..." Lin Feng stepped back and threw the orb. He didn’t apply too much strength, so it moved slowly for a peak-stage Core Formation cultivator.
"Aaahhhhhhh..." The cultivator screamed in desperation, but he wasn’t able to dodge it due to his injury.
BOOOOMMMMM!!
The cave trembled, and seeing the falling rocks from the upper part of the cave, Lin Feng decided to leave. There was no need to check if the cultivator was dead or not. Unless the spirit consciousness of this dimension decided to save him, not even ashes would have been left.
He took out the storage ring and looked inside it.
There were Grade 3 talismans, Grade 3 and Grade 4 spirit herbs and pills, a few spears of Grade 3—one among them being Grade 4—and a single pendant that seemed to be a high-tier treasure of Grade 3. There seemed to be 2,000 spirit stones too.
No doubt this cultivator was very rich. He definitely wasn’t someone ordinary in the Crimson Flame Palace.
Lin Feng took out the pendant and infused a little spirit qi into it. The pendant immediately began shining with a reddish hue. He felt warmth around him.
He understood its usage. It was a treasure meant to increase control over flames. It wasn’t useful for him, but it would definitely sell for a good price.
He put everything inside his spirit ring and put the ring inside a small opening in his cloth belt. This ring would be sold for good spirit stones too.
After sorting everything out, he flew up again in search of the next target. After 10 minutes, he found another location, and when he entered inside, it was a newly formed cave. The cultivator became visible as it was a very small cave.
This cultivator was not from any of these sects, but it didn’t matter as the moment Lin Feng entered the cave, a sharp knife was coming towards him.