190: Chapter 190 If you don't court death, you won't die!

"Brother Ding, be careful!!!"

Although the three companions of Jiang Miaoyi were not worried at all, they still had to put on a show.

"You all, hurry and leave!!!"

Chu Feng was responding to the attacks from the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator with great difficulty.

Jiang Miaoyi and the other two, along with Ximen Qing and his wife, 'fled' madly towards the north.

At this moment, Ximen Qing could not care about his clansmen or the cargo; saving his own life was paramount, and he wished he could exert every ounce of his strength.

Chu Feng guarded the rear of the group.

He was very measured in his attacks; he neither killed anyone nor let anyone pass, just dragging things out like this.

"You little brat, today is the day you die!!!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator grew more and more annoyed and stifled the longer they fought.

He was a dignified Golden Core Cultivator, yet he had been unable to take down a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator for so long.

Every time it seemed his sword light was about to strike the other party, this person would always dodge just in time, or force him back with that damn poisonous smoke.

Although he didn't know what kind of poison it was, he dared not gamble.

This caused him to lose face.

Hearing this cursing, Chu Feng turned his head and sneered, sweeping a glance at him with eyes full of disdain before continuing his retreat to the north.

That look of disdain completely enraged the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator.

A mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator dared not to take him seriously!!!

This was a great insult to his self-esteem.

At this moment, he had only one thought in mind.

Kill this ignorant little brat first!

As for chasing Ximen Qing, that was no longer important.

"Blood Fiend Demon Sword!!!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator roared, unleashing both swords simultaneously to weave a sword net in the air, shrouding Chu Feng within it.

This was one of his killing moves; he had previously used it to slay several opponents of the same rank.

But Chu Feng's figure was erratic, moving freely within the sword net, always able to dodge the fatal blow at the most dangerous moments.

After his frenzied attacks yielded no results, the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator gradually regained his composure.

He looked at Ximen Qing and the others fleeing in the distance and suddenly understood Chu Feng's intention.

This little brat was holding him back to cover the others' escape!

"In your dreams!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator sneered and immediately changed his offensive strategy.

He no longer attacked Chu Feng blindly, but instead feinted, making a move as if to bypass Chu Feng and pursue Jiang Miaoyi and the others.

Chu Feng snorted coldly.

Truly, if you don't court death, you won't die.

"Go!"

Chu Feng waved his right hand, shooting out streaks of black light—it was the Five-Poison Thunder Needles.

"Not good!!!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator was terrified.

He recognized the power of the Five-Poison Needles from the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect; these were famous Treasure Artifacts of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect, specialized in breaking through protective Spiritual Qi and defensive Magical Artifacts.

He hurriedly danced his two swords into an impenetrable defense, trying to intercept the poison needles.

But these two blood swords were only top-grade Magical Artifacts and could not stop the penetration of a Treasure Artifact.

The five thunder needles pierced through the sword bodies, shooting straight at his vital points!

"Blood Fiend Corpse Demon!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator shook his sleeves, and two pitch-black corpses flew out, blocking in front of him.

These were Corpse Demons he had refined using secret arts, impervious to blades and immune to all poisons.

The five thunder needles stabbed into the corpses, and the two Corpse Demons immediately began to explode, their bodies turning dark green.

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator looked pained.

These two Corpse Demons had cost him a great deal of effort to refine, and now they were ruined just like that.

He hurriedly tried to retract the Corpse Demons.

"Hmph!"

Chu Feng sneered.

After repelling the Golden Core Cultivator, Chu Feng caught up with the few Demonic Cultivators pursuing Ximen Qing.

He unfurled the Five Poisons Banner in his hand, and pitch-black poisonous mist enveloped them; those Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivators didn't even have time to scream before they were swallowed by the poisonous mist and disappeared without a trace.

"Junior Sister Li!!!"

Seeing his subordinates die miserably, the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he charged again with a harsh shout.

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Judging by the Demonic Cultivator's reaction, the ones he just killed seemed to be his close associates; what a load of BS.

He quickened his pace, caught up with Jiang Miaoyi and the others, and continued fleeing north.

"Want to escape?"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator sneered repeatedly, took out several pitch-black Talismans from his robes, and tossed them into the air.

The Talismans exploded, transforming into large, eerie nets of ghostly Qi, covering Chu Feng from above.

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, a flicker of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He secretly sent a message to Jiang Miaoyi: "You all go first!"

After saying this, he waved his left palm, and a gentle whirlwind swept up Jiang Miaoyi and the other two, along with Ximen Qing and his wife, sending them several miles away.

Without the burden, Chu Feng flew in another direction.

He had lost his patience and prepared to find a deserted place to finish off this Golden Core Cultivator.

"Brat, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will have your life!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator pursued relentlessly, exploding with full magical power, leaving a trail of black light in the air, with sonic booms echoing incessantly.

The two of them, one chasing the other, flew over a hundred miles away in the blink of an eye.

Chu Feng's Divine Sense swept across the land below, and confirming there were no other Cultivators within a hundred-mile radius, he stopped his figure and turned to charge at the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator.

"Devil, you pursue me relentlessly; I cannot let you live!"

Chu Feng's voice was like a booming bell, and suddenly, thunderous light erupted from his palm!

The thunderous light was dazzling, illuminating half the sky.

"Not good!!!"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator only felt a flash of thunderous light before his eyes, and Chu Feng was already in front of him.

"Bang!"

Chu Feng threw a punch down, the thunderous light on his fist erupting with astonishing power.

One punch, and he directly blasted the old Golden Core devil into pieces.

"Trash."

Chu Feng sneered, took the Storage Pouch and Magical Artifacts from the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator, and then burned the corpse to ash, destroying all evidence.

After doing this, he turned and chased in the direction he had come from.

Not long after, Chu Feng returned to the group.

"Brother Ding, you've returned! That's great!"

Ximen Qing was both surprised and delighted.

He had thought that Chu Feng was in grave danger this time, as the one pursuing him was a powerhouse of the Golden Core Stage.

He hadn't expected Chu Feng to return alive; it was simply a miracle.

"Mm, it was difficult, but I managed to shake that person off using a Blood Escape Technique. Let's go quickly!"

Chu Feng circulated his cultivation, his face instantly turning deathly pale, appearing as if he had suffered great damage to his Origin Qi.

He also deliberately coughed twice, his aura weak as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's go, let's go!"

Upon hearing that the Golden Core Cultivator might still be chasing them, Ximen Qing exerted his magical power even more vigorously to flee.

Watching the pathetic sight of Ximen Qing and his wife fleeing for their lives, Chu Feng and Jiang Miaoyi exchanged a glance, both with smiles in their eyes.

The four of them followed closely behind Ximen Qing, sprinting north all the way until they stopped thousands of miles away.

The group landed in a small marketplace ahead and let out a long sigh of relief.

Although Ximen Qing was in a sorry state, he was still generous and thoughtful; without a word, he took out Spirit Stones to book five high-class rooms, allowing everyone to rest and recover properly.

After resting for an hour, they continued their journey towards the Ximen Clan.

"Brother Ximen, all the cargo was lost this time; won't you be punished when you return?"

Chu Feng asked, feigning curiosity.

"Hehe, now that we are here, I won't hide it from you, Brother Ding!"

Ximen Qing showed a smug smile on his face, took out a Storage Pouch, and weighed it in his hand, "The truly valuable things are all in here!"

"As long as I deliver this safely, it will be a merit rather than a fault! Those goods on the surface, if they are lost, they are lost; they aren't worth much."

"That's good!!!"

Chu Feng nodded.

"Let's go, my home is just ahead!"

Ximen Qing pointed to the large, mist-shrouded mountain ahead, his tone filled with a bit of pride, "Our Family has a teleportation array; I will arrange for you to use it, directly helping you travel to the north of the Endless Mountains!"

"Many thanks!"

Chu Feng cupped his hands.

While speaking, Chu Feng sent a sound transmission to Jiang Miaoyi and the other two to strengthen their concealment.

Completely masking the authentic Qi on their bodies.

At this moment, only a faint Devilish Qi could be felt on them, no different from ordinary Demonic Path Cultivators.

The four of Chu Feng followed Ximen Qing and Jin Lian, continuing toward the faint, looming Immortal mountain in the distance.

Arriving here, it was already considered the core territory of the Ximen Clan, and they were considered completely safe.

If anyone dared to jump out and ambush them in a place like this, the Ximen Clan wouldn't need to bother in the Asura Empire; they might as well just close up shop—calling it a name-only existence would be a polite way of putting it.

"Everyone, please look; this is Xitian Mountain."

"Beneath this mountain is a Spiritual Vein; it is the true Foundation of our Ximen Clan and our Family's ancestral land."

Hearing this, Chu Feng's heart stirred slightly.

A Spiritual Vein—that was a first-class cultivation treasure land in the cultivation world; no wonder the Ximen Clan could stand tall for thousands of years without falling.

He looked up.

Although Xitian Mountain had been managed by the Ximen Clan for thousands of years.

It had not been deeply developed and still retained a vast expanse of its original appearance.

The mountain forests were lush and verdant, and from time to time, crisp birdsong could be heard in his ears, and he could also see some Spirit Beasts with bright fur flashing through the woods.

As the group climbed higher, the number of patrolling Disciples on the mountain road obviously increased.

These Disciples were dressed in uniform black attire, with the Ximen Clan's crest embroidered on their chests, each one spirited, scanning their surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Seeing Ximen Qing and his group, they did not immediately step forward to question them, but just took a few extra glances.

But just as they passed through a bamboo forest and were about to approach the palace complex at the summit, a loud shout suddenly came from ahead: "Stop! Who goes there?"

Chu Feng looked up and saw a team of patrolling Disciples blocking their path.

Leading them was a young man in his early twenties, whose face looked somewhat similar to Ximen Qing's, but his eyes were sharper, and he had a business-like demeanor.

Seeing this, Ximen Qing immediately put on a smile, hurried up to meet them, and called out affectionately: "Brother Eighteen, it's me. These few are friends I met on the road who escorted me back all the way."

The man called Brother Eighteen glanced at Ximen Qing.

Then, he began to size up Chu Feng and the four of them.

"Little Qing, you've returned. Was the journey smooth?"

"And these are...?"

Chu Feng immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands in a salute, "I am Ding Xiu of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect, and these are my Junior Brothers and Junior Sister from the same sect."

"Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect?"

The man called Brother Eighteen rolled his eyes, a flicker of imperceptible sharp light flashing through them, before he immediately returned to normal.

He stepped aside to clear the path and waved his hand, "Since they are Little Qing's friends, they are naturally honored guests of our Ximen Clan. Please, enter!!!"