Chapter 52: The Cangwu Sect Master Surrenders

"What's going on? Why aren't you injured?"

Ni Fengtian's eyes widened in shock, staring in amazement as the two figures flew back. He had unleashed all his strength in that blow!

"It's your fault because you aren't strong enough!"

Like a wild beast, Xian Feng charged his opponent, happily entangling himself together with him in combat. In the twinkling of an eye, he caught an opening and clutched around the opponent's arm, clamping on like a leech.

"Let go! What kind of fighting style is this? Are you fighting like a thug? How shameless!"

Ni Fengtian fumed, but just as he raised his left hand to strike Xian Feng, a sharp pain lanced through his back—Xian Zhenfei had landed a punch.

His instincts sensed the incoming attack, but being locked in by Xian Feng's hold impeded his reaction time, preventing him from evading the blow.

"Hah! As long as I achieve my goal, I'll use whatever method I can!"

Xian Feng couldn't help but grin as he wrapped his arm tighter around his opponent's.

It wasn't like he was subjected to hardship that tested both his physical and inner strength; what do I have to be scared of now?

Xian Yue shook his head from his vantage position in Feihua City: "Looks like just another childish scrap-they're almost embracing each other!

"Haha, they probably have no other choice. Their opponent's cultivation level and speed far surpass theirs. If they do not resort to some tricks, they will never be able to land a hit!"

Xian Wu smiled back in response.

But the advantages of the opponent were few in count. Although he was a monk of the Soul formation realm, in any other respect, except for his spiritual awareness and speed, he could not compare with the family's elders.

In the Nascent Soul realm, practitioners could unlock up to 365 spiritual Souls; however, many could only cultivate a few. Even if they could ascend rapidly to the Soul formation realm, their attacking power would be weak.

As for why the spiritual consciousness of the opponent failed to affect the Great Elder and others, it was just that his divine awareness could not penetrate their strong physical defenses.

The divine soul dwelled in the physical body.

To assault a foe's divine soul, one had to break their physical defenses. Ni Fengtian's spiritual awareness was inadequate, carrying ordinary spiritual Souls only.

However, Xian Feng and his friends had plunged into the fairy pool and obtained qualifications equivalent to people with king level physiques-Root Bone.

Of course, they were far superior to ordinary spiritual veins!

Xian Yue nodded thoughtfully. "The martial arts skills of the family still have room to expand. After we wipe out Cangwu Sect and Blood Knife Sect, let's aim for those two forces next. Who knows, maybe we will find something good!"

Though he wasn't really interested in such things, they might prove helpful for the family, considering clan members possessed very low cultivation levels. Low-level martial arts would be very appropriate.

Under such a wildly reckless fighting style of Xian Feng, Ni Fengtian was seriously injured instantaneously; his back was riddled with blood, and parts of his internal organs were spilling out. There was nothing else he could do but beg: "I Surrender! What do you want from me?"

Not only was he so gravely injured but several members of the spiritual realms from the Cangwu Sect had fallen as well. Recovery from such a heavy loss would prove difficult!

"First, we asked you to save the Lingyun Clan, now we ask for your life!"

Xian Feng's voice was heavy as he finally let go of the opponent. The severity of the injuries Ni Fengtian had sustained gave them the upper hand.

"We have no past grudges, nor have we done wrong to each other for ages. Why begrudge my life?"

Ni Fengtian glared at them, blood pooling in his mouth.

"No reason—it's just what we want!"

Xian Feng beckoned the other six elders to close in around him once more.

By this time, the enemy no longer enjoyed any speed advantage.

All of them let out their martial techniques.

In particular, Xian Zhennan, the fifth elder, had launched a very cunning attack. His hands turned into claws; one tried to reach Ni Fengtian's neck while the other targeted his chest.

But that was when a huge bloody palm print, wider than more than ten meters, suddenly smacked its way from the sky. It shadowed everything that Xian Feng and others were surrounded by.

The totally unexpected turn left all of them stunned, thus hastily retreating.

In an instant, the phantom-like figure flashed past, swooping to rescue Ni Fengtian from his adversaries' clutches. It was none other than the Blood Knife Ancestor of the Blood Knife Sect.

Having delivered a thunderous thud on reaching the ground, the huge bloody palm print left an imprint several meters deep.

With a tiny healing blood pill infused into Ni Fengtian, the Blood Knife Ancestor snorted, "Hmph! Didn't you say it wouldn't take much time to control a few Nascent Soul realms? Why is it like this now?"

Gritting his teeth to suppress nausea, Ni Fengtian swallowed the blood pill. It consisted of monks' hearts and had an extremely strong effect on curing a victim's wounds. Normally he would never take to swallowing a repulsive material, but at that moment, he could hardly choose otherwise.

No sooner did Ni Fengtian gulp down the blood pill than he began feeling his wounds heal rapidly.

""Those Nascent Souls are strange; my consciousness cannot enter them!"

Ni Fengtian cleaned the bloodstains on his lips and looked at the seven figures gathered, his face stern. This was unprecedented.

"But why are you here? What happened to Pengfei and the others in the canyon?"

He hadn't even fully voiced his question when sounds of battle came from the canyon as the two monks stationed there were compelled to retreat.

When facing the desperate and lethal fighting style of the members of Lingyun Sect, the disciples of the two sects were simply dumbstruck, powerless to resist the onslaught!

Not long after, Peng Fei and his group suddenly burst onto the scene.

"Are they really the Great Elder and the others?"

After confirming that the family members have arrived, Xian Ran exhaled in relief.

It was both a blessing and a curse for the family to be entangled in this affair. Not to mention that, without this deep-rooted heritage and several decades of stable development, they were more or less likely to become an unbreakable stronghold in the Feihua Mountains.

"I cannot thank the Xian family enough for your help! Lingyun Sect will be eternally grateful. Once this crisis passes, I will personally make sure our gratitude reaches you!"

Pengfei thanked the Xian family. But as he noticed the spiritual weapons those members were armed with, his eyes burned with envy. The Xian family seemed unusually well-equipped, with each member armed with spiritual weapons.

Where had they got so many? Some even were lower-grade. Their Lingyun Sect couldn't compete at that level of resources.

If they had known of such bottom lines, perhaps the last wasn't such a shattering defeat after all.

"There's no need for thanks. Our main goal isn't to save you! "

Xian Feng threw a sideways glance at Xian Ran amidst the crowd, unconcerned in his tone.

"Haha, anyway, I do need to thank you guys!"

Pengfei clutched his fists. Xian Feng's brusqueness wasn't able to shake him off; still elated by the close call with disaster, he forged ahead.

Looking back at the Xian family, it was clear they intended to stay put.

What did they plan to do?

"Now that we've all meddled, we can't come back in a blank slate. Cangwu Sect and Blood Knife Sect, isn't it? If you want to surrender all your assets, I might just let you off with a free life. Otherwise—"

Xian Feng's diphthong stopped on an awkward pause, a sneer playing on his lips as he savor the impending consequence.