Chapter 37: Ancestral Tomb Anomaly, Chilling (Seeking Continuation)

"Ding'er!"

A mournful shout rang out, and five or six people leapt out, hovering in mid‑air, while the sword‑Qi filling the sky blocked Qin Feng from acting further.

At the same time, from the left and behind, strong cultivators appeared, surrounding him in perfect sync.

In total there were eighteen, all stronger than eighth‑rank.

"They're finally all out!" Qin Feng showed a cold smile; he no longer cared about Xiang Ding—whether he died or not, he couldn't survive.

"Bai Family, Xiang Family, Fan Family!"

"Leave them all for me!"

Qin Feng drew his long sword again.

"Instant Step!"

As if teleporting, he arrived in front of the charging opponent.

"Sudden‑Rain Sword!"

Fast as a sudden rain, swift as lightning, a flash of light pierced the throat.

Without looking back, Qin Feng moved again.

"Three‑Phase Sword Finger!"

Pressing his left index finger, he pierced the chest of an eighth‑rank strongman.

Qin Feng surged into the crowd, a Dao resonance emanating from him; in an instant a cool sensation swept over, giving the impression that rain was falling.

It was the artistic conception of rain.

It further boosted his power, and under this Dao resonance the attacking force weakened slightly, turning into an invisible pressure.

Two figures appeared on the mountaintop.

They watched Xiang Ding being blasted away.

They stared at Qin Feng's blood‑letting rampage, astonished.

"Is this kid really only fifteen?"

"Brother Fan, I can't believe it. Fifteen years old—truly defying the heavens."

"Indeed, it's truly heaven‑defying. Brother Bai, your Bai Family has suffered repeated heavy blows; you should have acted earlier."

"Alas, I regret it now! Huh, no—that aura emanating from him, that is… that is the power of artistic conception."

"Hiss! It's really true—this kid is a quasi‑grandmaster?"

"Damn it! Brother Fan, I've lived most of my life only reaching quasi‑grandmaster, and even now I dare not advance further, fearing a failed breakthrough that would waste all prior effort or even dissipate my cultivation! Yet this kid—this kid actually—damn, he's become a quasi‑grandmaster!"

"This is insane! Brother Bai, we can't let him keep killing. If he continues, his invincible conviction will harden and his condition will improve; act quickly and eliminate him!"

"Fine!"

The two rose into the air like a great roc spreading its wings, swooping down directly from the peak.

Their bodies radiated the power of Dao resonance, swirling the true Qi across the sky, truly like immortals soaring.

Below.

After only a short while, Qin Feng had slain nearly half, and inadvertently witnessed a terrifying sight: blood that had seeped underground gathered together, flowing toward the ancestral tomb.

In his perception, an extreme deep‑cold aura lingered there, making his spirit shiver.

"The old ancestor is about to feign death?"

Qin Feng couldn't help trembling.

This was completely unexpected, beyond any consideration.

He abruptly turned his head and saw the two flying toward him, each wrapped in sword‑Qi that filled the sky, murderous intent evident, the sword‑Qi enveloping everything around him.

Qin Feng blocked with his sword horizontally, but was knocked back.

The two did not pursue; he did not rush to act either, yet he was already surrounded in the middle.

Aside from eight or nine corpses, the remaining people all stared ferociously, several with blood‑red eyes.

"How should I address you?" Qin Feng asked.

The person on the left wore a white robe, his hair silvered, clearly an elder, yet his aura surged, exuding overwhelming dominance.

Sword in hand, a light‑spirit aura surrounded him, as if he had become a swirling wind.

The person on the right also wielded a long sword, middle‑aged, radiating a heavy aura.

All of them were in the quasi‑grandmaster realm. "Bai Long!" the white‑clad elder did not hide, "I came here today solely to kill you! Qin Feng, did Bai Yunrui die at your hands?"

"Indeed!" Qin Feng nodded, retorting, "Is he your grandson?"

"He is my youngest son!" Bai Long's voice grew a few degrees colder, "He is the entire hope of my Bai Family, yet you have crushed him!"

"So they're father and son!" Qin Feng realized, "In a moment I'll send you to reunite with your son!"

"Heh…" Bai Long smiled grimly, "I will bury your whole family together with you!"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

His implication was to annihilate the Qin manor.

"And you?" Qin Feng looked at the other person, "You must be from the Fan Family!"

He was absolutely certain.

As for the others around, they paid no attention at all.

"Fan Mang!" the middle‑aged man said without concealment, "Qin Feng, I'm curious—how did you cultivate so fast? It completely defies normal logic."

"Fan Mang? That name is so unrefined; even 'Fan Xian' would sound better! Sigh…" Qin Feng joked, then sighed, "The main line of the Qin Family now has only me left. Tell me, if I don't boost my strength quickly, what fate awaits me? If you don't intervene, the branch line will swallow me. With no other choice, I've been buying replenishing Qi pills and the like; in just a few months I've taken a couple hundred of them."

He felt the pressure.

The pressure came from the Dao resonance power in the air.

Qin Feng also understood that the two hadn't attacked, likely intending to suppress him with Dao resonance, but he didn't really mind.

He had originally wanted to give a reasonable excuse for the rapid power increase, and now it's a perfect opportunity.

"Only a hundred or two hundred pieces? Impossible!" Fan Mang shook his head immediately.

"People from Hundred Herb Hall should have arrived; why don't you ask?" Qin Feng said, his expression a bit despondent, "My father once said I am a once‑in‑a‑millennium genius; as long as I solidify my foundation, I will easily break into the Master Realm in the future, and even the Heavenly Phenomena Realm won't stop me. I have the potential to become a Martial Saint. Yet fate is cruel, and I can only boost my strength at the cost of draining potential. The Bai Family, the Xiang Family, the Fan Family—this is all because of you."

When he reached the last sentence, his face twisted, his hatred swelling to the heavens.

His eyes turned a blood‑red.

Fan Mang was unfazed; instead he spread his arms and bowed to the surrounding crowd: "People from Hundred Herb Hall have arrived? Why not step forward for a meeting, so we won't risk injuring each other when we later clash."

From the forest, from the grass, from behind the rocks, one strong figure after another emerged.

What fine fellows.

The head of the Liu Family, Liu Kaishan, arrived.

Cao Dexing of the Cao Family arrived.

The head of the Fan Family also arrived.

And even more martial artists from beyond Wan'an City.

The four youths who once appeared when Xiang Ding challenged Qin Feng also arrived, accompanied by more than twenty masters.

Scattered here and there, over a hundred people showed up.

All of them were strong.

They glanced at each other, without any awkwardness.

Because many had already sensed it long ago.

Qin Feng's peripheral vision flicked toward one of them; his heart raced, yet he pretended not to notice.

To his left‑front stood another person, a masked woman perched on a rock, seemingly unremarkable.

"Damn it!" he muttered, "She completely sealed off all her Qi flow; if she hadn't stepped out, I'd have barely sensed her!"

"Since the head of the Qin Family asked for clarification, Hundred Herb Hall is naturally willing," said an elderly man, spreading his arms cheerfully. "Ever since the old patriarch of the Qin Family passed away, we have indeed bought large quantities of Qi‑replenishing pills and various great tonics."

"You're ruthless enough, and decisive enough," Fan Mang said, shocked. Though many doubts remained, he didn't press further. "At this point, we can let go of all our grudges! Qin Feng, I'll give you a chance to live: abandon your cultivation, and I'll ensure you don't die, granting you a peaceful hundred years!"

"Ha—…" Qin Feng seemed to hear the world's biggest joke, throwing his head back in a roar of laughter. "A chance to let me live? Then I should ask you whether I'll give you a chance to live! Fan Mang, Bai Long, come die for me!"

He suddenly launched an attack.

Raising his left hand, the Three‑Phase Sword thrust toward Fan Mang.

Qin Feng's figure drifted, yet he charged at Bai Long, unleashing the Xiaoyao Sword Canon.

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