The clan emblem, weapons used, and primary cultivation direction are all meticulously recorded over dozens of pages. Mr. Jiang has already been following them for over half an hour, not to probe their details but rather...

"Such a hassle, having to check whether they're friend or foe before making a move, sigh."

Shaking his head.

"The stationed cultivators in the past six towns were murdered by you, right? And you even stole the tributes they prepared for the sect."

Then he threw the thick book directly into the Qiankun Bag. His tone didn't carry tension; his body was relaxed. This inexplicable action showed an intriguing expression on the faces of others, revealing cold smiles.

The leader simply grinned and spoke in harsh Central Plains dialect.

"So what if we did? Do you intend to avenge them?"

"Can't say it's revenge, since they aren't disciples of my sect. However, your actions slightly break the rules—teaming up as five, ordinary towns can't stand up to your devastation."

"What can you do about it? Hehehe..."

Displaying a smile.

The leader, although small in stature and oily-skinned, seemed not to be very old; all were around thirty years old. At this age and cultivation realm, they were considered decent clan members in the village. They all smiled, seemingly mocking his overestimation.

But what made them burst into laughter was yet to come.

The fair-skinned young man in front, daring to say: "How about this, share half of the things you stole with me, then head west and avoid the east, and I'll spare you a life."

"Hahahaha!"

"What's this nonsense?"

Instantly, cheerful laughter echoed through the dark night.

Even the leader, wearing a blue-green headscarf, couldn't help but laugh, looking at him as if he's some kind of idiot.

"Just as Second Dad said, you Central Plains folks are a group of reckless people."

"Arrogant and foolish, dare to boast after just entering the initial Core Formation stage. Hehe, in this past month, six Core Formation cultivators have died at our hands, and over ten were chased away."

"I really want to see how you plan to let us... live!"

The last two words were suddenly bitten down hard!

His palm ached, and the sharp short knife held by Jiang Feng suddenly buzzed with electricity; but it wasn't Thunder Technique, it was Gu Worm.

Gu Worm was hidden on the weapon, and immediately crawled up along Jiang Feng's fingers, causing a burning and paralyzing sensation. It seemed a Gu aimed at nerves was at work.

This is the nuisance of fighting Southern Border cultivators; if you leave a wound or touch something inadvertently, it might expand the wound limitlessly, making you fearful in combat.

Poison, insects, Gu; this is the first impression Southern Border people give outsiders, which is why they are not well-received. Nobody knows when they might have planted traps.

Yet, someone merely raised a finger and shook it.

In the faces of the five stunned men, that silver mass indistinguishable from the sharp knife—the Gu Worm—was tossed to the ground and was writhing crazily!

In just a moment, that tight mass of Gu Worms became lifeless—seemingly vanishing.

What happened?

"Oh, by the way, let me pose another question."

Jiang Feng walked a few steps forward, indifferent to the changes on his hand. Others might fear Gu Worms, but he never did. Since meeting Yue Yue, his body gained something that can resist most Gu and poisons.

This includes the Scarlet Pill, which has the same effect. Especially, he still has the Xu Huoyao gifted by Yue Yue inside his body for emergencies.

"How is your relationship with Cen Family Village?"

Showing a smile.

Somehow, they felt his smile was creepy, chilling their spine. Though they're young disciples, the instincts of cultivators told them that this Central Plains youth was completely different from those they met before.

No matter how they assessed him, the Spiritual Energy flowing in his body showed his cultivation realm was merely the low-rank Core Formation, which assured them a bit.

However, when Jiang Feng mentioned the "Cen Family Village," their expressions changed.

"Cen Family Village, you little punk are involved with those lowly people? Good, good, double the joy, vile peasants..."

"Bad relationship, then I'm relieved."

Before the words fell!

The originally ten meters distance became one meter instantaneously!

A swift start with no weapon, no flashy moves, relying purely on speed and terrifying physical explosiveness, he leaped more than four feet, twisted his body to deliver a whip kick straight at the head.

These Southern Border disciples were relatively short. Facing an eight-foot robust man jumping almost overhead, even the moonlight above seemed completely blocked.

Panicked, they raised both hands to protect their heads, their arms clashing forcefully with the whip kick at their face.

Bang!

The collision sounded creepy in the dark night.

Being slammed seven-eight meters away into a tree, breaking half its trunk; this swing felt like one's entire spine was about to disintegrate—painful. Before Jiang Feng landed, sharp cries were heard around.

In a language he couldn't understand.

Quickly, everyone reacted by drawing weapons and taking turns to stab at his face, two evacuated left and right, raising their instrument-like magic treasures, shaking them continuously, sharp and piercingly. This sound matched what he heard on Yue Yue.

Clang!

His palm went numb.

The force gap was almost terrifying, even when both hands gripped the short knife tight, he had to retreat three-five meters to regain balance, his fingertip numbed, barely holding the weapon.

"!@#%T^$@!#%"

The mouth uttered strange sounds, then several silver-gray Gu Worms quickly spread in the air, numerous Spiritual Energy concentrating into dark green mist, permeating the wilderness, especially the man he kicked away pulled out his Lifebound Magical Treasure.

No, he actually plucked a silver circle from his neck, layered with silver pendants—the Eightfold Dragon Fish Flower Silver Circle.

Yelling loud, though the Central Plains dialect is the continent's lingua franca, even foreigners must learn it. But when truly provoked, their mouths spewed native dialect, leaving Jiang Feng speechless.

"I finally understand the First Emperor. If I become emperor, I must unify the language and script..."

Murmuring.

Before finishing, the bizarre Dragon Fish Silver Circle flew over, gradually separating the overlapping eight circles.

Each silver ring was extremely sharp, with a strong foul odor along the gusts. With his expertise, he recognized it immediately as poison.

"Interesting."

He reversed grip around the iron wire.

Despite having the Demon-slaying Sword, he prefers using the battered iron poker stick in hand. The Eightfold Circle trapped nearly every direction, but the youth merely slipped the iron wire through the circles, with agile twists and rotations, deflecting all silver rings back.

Then, suddenly turned his head.

Smack!

A green Bamboo Leaf Green snake got its head crushed, body tossed but still writhing, eerily creepy. Above, another Spiritual Snake spat venom; despite Jiang Feng's fearlessness towards poisonous insects, such fighting tactics were never enjoyable.

However, he nailed down each one's role. Left hand pinched Thunder Technique aimed at two intending to sneak attack with short knives from the side, with a stroke of "Scarlet Sun Infinite Heavenly Thunder Art," blocked both, then lunged forward.

Taking down rear mage first is common sense in battle.

Raising the iron wire, with force.

Thud—

Instantly turned a head into mush, red-white liquid splattering, raising a full zhang.

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