189: Chapter 189 Golden Core Tribulation Cultivator

The battle ended, and almost everyone was exhausted.

Counting the heads, only half of the caravan remained.

Less than one-third of the Qi Refining Cultivators were left, and the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators were all utterly exhausted.

Several people simply sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Chu Feng stood to the side, his gaze slowly sweeping across the crowd.

He paused for a moment on some of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, a cold sneer hanging at the corner of his mouth.

When the Sheep-faced Bats attacked earlier, he had seen it clearly: several people had been holding back.

He calmly sent a voice transmission to Jiang Miaoyi and the other two, telling them to keep an eye on those individuals.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Ding, otherwise the losses would have been even greater!"

After cleaning up the battlefield, Ximen Qing came to Chu Feng's side holding a Storage Pouch, his face full of smiles as he thanked him repeatedly.

"It was only right, Brother Ximen, no need for formalities. Besides, we are quite compatible and can be considered friends, so you really shouldn't be so polite," Chu Feng said.

This wasn't because he had a good impression of Ximen Qing, but because they were almost at his Family's territory, and he needed him to pass through smoothly.

There was no need to pull a long face and cause unhappiness, adding unnecessary trouble.

Through his understanding over the past few days, Chu Feng knew that the Ximen Clan had a Nascent Soul existence.

Although Ximen Qing was from a collateral branch, he had good ability and held a significant position in the Family.

Chu Feng needed this person, so he chatted well with him, at least counting as 'friends' on the surface.

These words made Ximen Qing feel warm inside.

He truly had the intention to win over this powerful poison user.

In the Jianghu, how could one not have friends?

"Brother Ding's words make sense; it is my good fortune to make your acquaintance, Brother Ding."

Ximen Qing showed a sincere smile and cupped his hands.

"If Brother Ding has any needs in the future, as long as I, Ximen Qing, can do it, I will definitely go through fire and water."

While speaking, he secretly observed Chu Feng's reaction, calculating how to win him over further.

"Brother Ximen is too polite."

Chu Feng nodded slightly.

"The Ximen Clan has a vast influence in this area, so we will need Brother Ximen to look after us a bit."

Ximen Qing's heart stirred; he understood that Chu Feng was asking for a favor.

If he could use this opportunity to win him over, it would be of great help to his status in the Family.

"Brother Ding, you are being too distant! Since we are friends, just say what the problem is," Ximen Qing asked.

"We want to go to the north of the Endless Mountains to train, I wonder..." Chu Feng said.

Ximen Qing feigned generosity and patted his chest.

"Easy, easy. Once we return to the Family, I will definitely arrange everything properly and help clear the route so you can rush to the north of the Endless Mountains at the fastest speed."

Even though he said that, he clicked his tongue in secret.

Are the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect crazy?

Mere Foundation Establishment Cultivators dare to go deep into the Endless Mountains?

One must know that deep in the Endless Mountains, Xuan Yao walk everywhere, Earth Demon are as common as dogs, and there are even many Tian Yao.

"Then thank you, Brother Ximen."

"However, we don't want to accept benefits for nothing. If Brother Ximen needs our help in the future, as long as it doesn't violate the rules of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect, we definitely won't refuse."

Chu Feng's words were airtight, fooling Ximen Qing completely.

"Brother Ding is straightforward! I, Ximen Qing, have decided to make you this friend."

Ximen Qing was overjoyed and took out a Jade Slip from his bosom, handing it to Chu Feng.

"This is a map. Take it; it might be more convenient for your trip to the Endless Mountains."

Chu Feng took it and probed with his Divine Sense.

The Jade Slip did indeed contain a map of the Southern Region, marking some forces and dangerous places.

But he saw at a glance that the map was very sketchy, and many key places were not marked.

This bastard Ximen Qing was playing tricks on him.

Chu Feng smiled on the outside, but cursed internally!

"Brother Ximen, such a generous gift, I am unworthy of it," he said politely.

"Brother Ding, this is nothing."

Ximen Qing waved his hand and smiled.

"We still have a long way to go in the future; helping each other is only right."

The two looked at each other and smiled, seemingly intimate, but actually harboring their own secrets.

"Let's go, continue on!"

Having reached a preliminary cooperation, Ximen Qing was in a great mood and waved his hand.

Everyone packed up and set off again.

Three days later, the team finally walked out of that old forest and appeared on a plain.

In the distance, smoke from cooking fires could be vaguely seen, and there were even villages.

Clearly, it was safe here.

"Whew!"

Almost everyone let out a long sigh of relief, their nerves, which had been tense for nearly ten days, finally relaxing.

Some people simply lay on the ground, breathing in the fresh air.

"Huh? There are some corpses ahead?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, dozens of corpses were lying helter-skelter on the grass.

Looking from afar, they looked like inflatable dolls that had been discarded at will.

"You, go forward and take a look."

Ximen Qing thought for a moment and pointed at a hired Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

The middle-aged Cultivator raised his head, glanced at Ximen Qing with indifference, and stood still, as if he hadn't heard.

Ximen Qing's face suddenly sank.

In this area, he was at least a person from the Ximen Clan; which Loose Cultivator didn't treat him with courtesy when they saw him?

Now it was good, even a hired Cultivator dared to give him attitude?

"Did you hear me? I'm talking to you!"

Ximen Qing took a step forward, cold light flashing in his eyes, his mana surging around him.

It looked like he was about to attack if the other party didn't move.

The middle-aged Cultivator stared at Ximen Qing for two breaths, then suddenly grinned, a smile that was indescribably eerie.

"Attack!"

The middle-aged Cultivator suddenly erupted, his hands raised, and a ball of pitch-black flames exploded, heading straight for Ximen Qing's face!

The flames were deep in color, emitting a disgusting, fishy stench.

Almost at the same moment, several Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators accompanying the team attacked simultaneously.

Their targets were all the unprepared Ximen Clan Cultivators beside them.

These people were ruthless, and their positioning was extremely precise; it was clearly a carefully planned ambush.

In an instant, over a dozen Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Ximen Clan died on the spot without even having time to scream!

"Ah!"

Jin Lian, who was beside Ximen Qing, screamed in fear.

Ximen Qing himself was also shocked, instinctively pulling his wife back repeatedly, his eyes full of disbelief.

These people were Loose Cultivators they had hired, who had behaved honestly along the way; who knew they were actually ambushers?

Chu Feng and the other three were also within the attack range.

However, those people knew they were not on the same side as Ximen Qing and did not attack them immediately.

"Interesting."

Chu Feng's mouth curled slightly.

The fiercer the infighting within the Demon Sect, and the more people who died, the more beneficial it was for the Duobao Sect.

"Come close to me."

Chu Feng whispered, signaling Jiang Miaoyi and the other two to huddle towards him.

The three immediately understood.

As they moved, the four of them had already formed a simple Four Elements Formation.

This was the most basic combined attack Formation, but when used by the four of them, its power could not be underestimated.

A Demon Cultivator saw them gathering together and pounced over with a ferocious grin.

This person had the cultivation of the seventh level of Foundation Establishment and was carrying a wolf-headed broadsword in his hand.

The blade was wrapped in wisps of black Qi; it was clear at a glance that it was coated with potent poison.

Chu Feng didn't even look at him, just flicked his finger casually.

A streak of emerald poison smoke shot out from his fingertip, twisting and deforming in the air.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a venomous snake as thick as a thumb and bit the Demon Cultivator on the throat.

"Uh..."

The Demon Cultivator's eyes widened, the ghost-head broadsword in his hand clattered to the ground, and he clutched his throat tightly with both hands.

His face turned blue-black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He struggled twice before falling to the ground with a thud, breathless.

Killing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the same level was no different from stepping on an ant for Chu Feng.

"Brother Feng, should we help the Ximen Family?"

Tang An transmitted his voice.

Chu Feng scanned the battlefield.

If he sat by and watched, it wouldn't be good if Ximen Qing and Jin Lian died here.

They were currently in the Ximen Clan's territory, and they were completely in the dark about the distribution of forces and the terrain here.

To go north into the depths of the Endless Mountains later, they still needed to rely on the Ximen Clan's connections and resources.

If Ximen Qing died, they would have to find another way, wasting time for nothing.

But he couldn't go all out either.

These Demon Cultivators were clearly prepared and not weak.

If he appeared too eye-catching and killed all the Demon Cultivators, it would instead arouse Ximen Qing's suspicion.

"Help, but stop at the right moment. Just let them owe us a favor, don't expose our strength."

Chu Feng transmitted back, while the poison gas on his fingertips jumped lightly.

He seized the opportunity and flicked out several streaks of poison smoke, specifically to help Ximen Qing and Jin Lian clear the siege.

Whenever a Demon Cultivator was about to kill them, Chu Feng's poison smoke would appear just in time to force the opponent back.

But for the other guards of the Ximen Clan who were under siege, he turned a blind eye, letting them be slaughtered by the Demon Cultivators.

Jiang Miaoyi and the other two received the order and immediately took action.

They wandered around the edge of the battlefield, repelling several waves of Demon Cultivators who were killing Ximen Qing.

Ximen Qing felt slightly relieved.

He panted and looked at Chu Feng, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Brother Ding, thank you!"

"It's only right."

Chu Feng responded calmly, his hands moving non-stop, dealing with the surrounding attacks with ease.

Just then, a powerful wave of mana erupted in the distance.

Holy crap!

Chu Feng was quite angry.

He was just taking a 'free ride'.

How did it become like going on a pilgrimage, one trial after another, endless and unending.

Chu Feng immediately transmitted to Jiang Miaoyi and the other two, telling them to prepare to retreat.

At the same time, he transmitted to Ximen Qing and his wife: "A Golden Core is attacking. I will take you to break out later. The cargo and the clansmen cannot be saved!"

"Thank you, Brother Ding!"

Ximen Qing was overjoyed when he heard this.

His heart had already gone cold, thinking he would surely die today, but he didn't expect Chu Feng to be willing to take him to break out.

Although the cargo and clansmen could not be saved, as long as he could return alive, these things could be earned again later.

On the battlefield, others saw the Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivator make a move and began to flee one after another.

In the eyes of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, a Golden Core was heaven and could not be resisted at all.

Whoever stayed was looking for death.

The Golden Core Demon Cultivator slashed with his sword, and two pitch-black sword beams tore through the air, heading straight for Chu Feng.

Chu Feng frowned, his feet shifting, and his body retreated repeatedly.

He seemed to be forced into a flurry by the sword beams, in a precarious situation.