Chapter 360: Mystery Young Man

Great Green Mountain Peak, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist, a hidden cave dwelling clung to the mountain; its entrance was concealed by vines, and without careful inspection one could not discover that Here still hid a dwelling.

Inside the cave, the arrangement was simple, only a stone bed.

On the stone bed, a wind‑god‑like graceful young man sat cross‑legged.

He wore a moon‑white robe, his long hair loosely tied at the back of his Brain, his skin pale, and his brows and eyes exuded a cold, solitary aura.

Suddenly, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

His brows twitched slightly, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face, and he could not help muttering to himself.

"The Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth—why is it so much more volatile than before?"

Outside the cave, the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth was now fluctuating in an abnormal manner, as if something had forcibly stirred it.

"Could it be that big fool Tie Zhan?"

The young man's mind first conjured Tie Zhan's figure, then shook his head.

"Impossible! That guy Tie Zhan is a Pure Body cultivator; his cultivation has always relied solely on honing his flesh, so he could never cause such a commotion."

"Who on earth is causing trouble in the mountain?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the young man's eyes, then turned into a cold chill.

"The Spiritual Veins of Da Qing Shan are the foundation of my sect; no one may ever damage them!"

After a moment of thought, he no longer hesitated, and his figure flickered.

Like a phantom, he vanished instantly within the cave, leaving only a faint afterimage.

At this moment, in the hot spring hidden in the forest on Da Qing Shan's mid‑slope, Jiang Feng and Kun Long were still greedily absorbing the pure Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Spring.

The whirlpool on the hot spring's surface grew larger, and the flow of spiritual power accelerated.

The originally dense, impenetrable spiritual mist, under the frantic devouring of one man and one dragon, was thinning at a visibly rapid pace.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes, immersing his whole being in cultivation.

The Zhen Dragon Prison King Technique raced through his body, and each week his true qi grew stronger by one point.

He could clearly feel that his damaged Meridians had fully recovered.

"Awesome! So awesome!"

Kun Long's voice kept echoing in Jiang Feng's mind.

"I've been asleep for so many years, and this is the first time I've absorbed such pure ancient Spirit Spring power! If this wave continues, I've at least recovered thirty percent of my strength!"

The Golden Dragon Illusory Shadow behind Jiang Feng kept circling.

The dragon's mouth opened and closed; with each inhalation, a massive amount of spiritual power was drawn into its belly.

The previously ethereal figure had become considerably more solid, faintly exuding a domineering aura that could intimidate heaven and earth.

In comparison, Jiang Feng's gains were no less impressive.

In just over an hour, his true qi had recovered from ten percent to forty percent.

"That's about enough; if I keep absorbing, it might cause unnecessary trouble," Jiang Feng thought to himself.

He could feel that although the Spiritual Energy within the Spirit Spring remained vast, it had been considerably depleted by his and Kun Long's frantic absorption.

If it continued, it might alert the people of Taoyuan Village.

At that moment, a frantic voice from Kun Long suddenly echoed in Jiang Feng's mind.

"Sss! Bad… someone's coming! And the aura is strong!"

Kun Long's voice carried a hint of Panic, clearly having sensed danger.

"Little Jiang Feng, you be careful yourself; His Seat cannot be exposed now, so I'll vanish first!"

As soon as the words finished, the Golden Dragon Illusory Shadow behind Jiang Feng instantly turned into a Golden Light, merged into his body, and vanished.

Before Jiang Feng could react, a bone‑chilling, murderous aura instantly locked onto him!

A strong sense of crisis rose from his heart.

"You bold little thief! How dare you trespass the Tianyan Spirit Spring and steal my sect's treasure! Damn you!"

An angry roar, like thunder, rang over the forest canopy, filled with endless murderous intent.

Jiang Feng was startled, and he jerked his head upward.

He saw a white figure streak down from the forest sky like lightning, its speed astonishing, and in the blink of an eye it was already above the hot spring.

The person, bearing a fierce aura, charged at him with a deadly strike!

The sudden attack was so abrupt that Jiang Feng had no time to think; instinctively he surged his true qi and rushed toward the opponent.

"Bang!"

A deafening crash, two palms collided.

A massive, domineering force instantly radiated from the opponent's palm, sweeping toward Jiang Feng like a mountain crushing down.

Jiang Feng felt his arm go numb, his true qi roiling violently inside, and his whole body, as if struck by a boulder, was flung uncontrollably outward.

He was blasted out of the hot spring, stumbling back several steps on the shore before barely regaining his stance.

A faint smile curled his lips as Jiang Feng suppressed the surging blood within, and lifted his gaze toward the young man before him.

The young man now hovered above the hot spring, his robes fluttering, his icy gaze fixed on Jiang Feng, his face brimming with murderous intent.

The young man gave Jiang Feng a quick once‑over, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"So you're a Heavenly Person Initial Stage petty thief, with mediocre cultivation but quite the nerve, daring to run wild in the Tianyan Spirit Spring!"

Jiang Feng furrowed his brows tightly, warning himself internally.

The young man before him seemed only a few years older, yet also possessed Heavenly Person Initial Stage cultivation.

In that earlier palm clash, he could feel the opponent's strength far surpassing his own.

He had only recovered forty percent of his true qi, far from being a match for the opponent.

"If I keep forcing a fight, I'll be the one who suffers."

So Jiang Feng hurriedly began to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to trespass; it was Iron Battle and Xi Er who brought me in! I only came here to treat my Injury, and have no intention of stealing any Supreme Treasure."

However, the young man let out a cold snort upon hearing that, and the murderous intent in his eyes did not wane at all.

"Iron Battle and Xi Er? Even if they brought you in, you still deserve death! Tianyan Spirit Spring is a Forbidden Ground of my sect; outsiders may not step in at will. Moreover, you have absorbed so much Spirit Spring power, adding an extra level of crime!"

When his words fell, the young man stopped wasting words, his figure flickered, and he charged at Jiang Feng again.

His speed was extreme, his palm wind sharp, each move bearing lethal murderous intent, clearly aiming to cut Jiang Feng down here completely.

Jiang Feng felt a weight in his heart, knowing more words None benefit, and could only grit his teeth and fight.

The two instantly tangled together, Fist and palm intersected, true qi collided, emitting a series of deep, muffled booms.

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of palm strikes; each collision made Jiang Feng feel his internal blood qi churn, his arm going numb.

The opponent's attacks were overly fierce, true qi domineering None comparable, pressing him until he could not catch his breath.

Jiang Feng could only rely on agile footwork to constantly dodge, occasionally countering one or two moves, yet still None able to inflict substantive damage on the opponent.

In contrast, the young man's offense grew fiercer, each move pressing tightly, giving Jiang Feng no chance to breathe.

Seeing Jiang Feng about to collapse, his internal true qi already drained more than half, defeat was only a matter of time.

At this critical moment, from not far away Suddenly came the hoarse voice of Iron Battle, sounding like a pot's clatter.

"Stop!"