93: Nine Netherworld Resurrection Grass

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Lin Feng exerted all his strength to circulate his energy and heal his injuries.

As the power of the Medicinal Pill dissolved and combined with his pure spiritual power, the black Qi at the wound was gradually forced out and dissipated. The bleeding slowed, but the deep, bone-exposing wound could not heal in an instant.

Finally, the last Xuan Yin Valley Cultivator was also killed by Lin Feng, who traded an injury for a life, piercing the enemy's throat with a single finger; the corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Feng panted, the wound on his arm still ghastly, his complexion looking somewhat pale due to blood loss and the consumption of spiritual power.

The Shadow Scale Snake swam back from the shadows and coiled not far in front of him, raising its head, its pale golden snake pupils scanning the surroundings vigilantly to act as his Protector.

Lin Feng scanned the surroundings, confirmed it was temporarily safe, and began to communicate with another spirit beast pouch.

A white shadow slowly crawled out; it was none other than the Slug.

It crawled to his injured arm, its soft, cold body pressing against the wound, secreting a cool, viscous, transparent liquid.

As the liquid touched the wound, the lingering wisps of black Qi completely dissipated, the intense pain rapidly subsided, and the muscles at the edges of the wound began to twitch slightly, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A cool, peaceful energy flowed through the wound into his Meridians, slowly soothing the agitation of his spiritual power and the immense mental exhaustion caused by the intense battle.

In just a dozen breaths, the wound had healed for the most part, leaving only a few traces of light pink new flesh.

Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

He gently patted the Slug, glanced again at the Shadow Scale Snake still diligently keeping watch, and recalled them into their spirit beast pouches.

In the distance, the fighting in several other battle groups had also ended one after another.

Some Tianxuan Sect Disciples walked over, supporting each other. When they saw Lin Feng, who was meditating alone with eleven corpses of Xuan Yin Valley Cultivators lying beside him, everyone involuntarily stopped in their tracks and gasped.

They all had injuries to varying degrees, their spiritual power was heavily depleted, and they looked disheveled.

Although Lin Feng had clearly been through a bitter battle, with his sleeve torn and his complexion slightly pale, the aura around him was steady and heavy, and he was recovering rapidly.

"Eleven... eleven people? Did he kill them all by himself?"

"Look at the wounds... most were killed in one blow by a finger-sword. What a ruthless technique."

"This... is this really something an Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator can do? Which peak is this Senior Brother from?"

Whispers circulated among the survivors, and their gazes toward Lin Feng were filled with incredulous shock and a hint of indescribable awe.

Such a battle record could be called shocking even in this frontline area.

Lin Feng seemed not to hear the surrounding discussions and gazes. He stood up, and under the complex gazes of several fellow Disciples, he summoned the wine immortal gourd, transformed into a streak of light, and headed straight back to the frontline stronghold.

On the morning of the fourth day, he finished his meditation; the sky outside was dark and gloomy.

He continued his routine border patrol mission, the scope of which happened to cover the area where he had fought bloody battles a few days ago.

Piloting the wine immortal gourd, he patrolled at a low altitude along the familiar route.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he maneuvered the wine immortal gourd to slowly descend.

In the messy forest below lay three corpses dressed in Tianxuan Sect attire.

They had clearly met with foul play not long ago; they must have been another team responsible for patrolling the nearby area.

Lin Feng's heart sank; he immediately landed to investigate carefully.

There were traces of an intense battle at the scene, but it had ended quickly. The Xuan Yin Valley Cultivators were ruthless, and... it seemed they had fled towards the depths of Xuan Yin Valley.

After hesitating for a moment, he activated the wine immortal gourd and chased after them, following the lingering traces of their Escaping Light in the air.

The wine immortal gourd was astonishingly fast, and soon it caught sight of several streaks of Escaping Light from Xuan Yin Valley Cultivators in the distant sky ahead.

"Where are you running!" A cold light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as the wine immortal gourd accelerated, biting tightly onto their trail.

Those Cultivators had clearly also been through a fierce battle and were injured. Although their speed was not slow, upon sensing the aura closing in behind them, they changed direction and plunged into a treacherous, mist-filled canyon ahead.

Lin Feng pursued closely and suddenly stopped at the edge of the canyon.

The terrain before him made his heart tighten.

Going any further would mean truly penetrating the hinterland of Xuan Yin Valley.

Fighting these injured Cultivators here, a quick battle to force a quick decision might still be feasible, but if he were lured deep into this obviously suspicious and dangerous area...

Just as he was weighing the pros and cons, the figures of those Cultivators had already vanished into the thick fog, their auras quickly becoming blurred.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold as he slid into the canyon.

The terrain within the valley was far more complex than he had imagined, with numerous forks in the road. The Cultivators were clearly extremely familiar with this place, twisting and turning, making their tracks increasingly hard to find.

Eager for revenge, he had unknowingly penetrated deep into the heart of the canyon.

Damn! Lin Feng's heart tightened as he stopped in his tracks.

He discovered that he had completely lost his way, and the traces of those Cultivators had long since vanished without a trace.

Helpless, Lin Feng could only secretly activate the heaven-stealing vine, hoping to find a clue.

Looking at the heaven-stealing vine in his Sea of Consciousness, which had quietly grown much thicker, with more lush leaves and brighter, more translucent spiritual tendrils, Lin Feng felt a slight surprise in his heart.

This spirit plant seemed to have grown much more without him realizing it.

He immediately followed the faint yet clear guidance transmitted by the heaven-stealing vine and arrived at an open space.

In the center of the open space, surrounded by several pitch-black boulders covered in thick, dark moss, a strange spirit plant was growing quietly.

It was only three inches tall, its entire body as black as ink, yet its leaves were condensed with silver-white light spots like stars.

At the heart of the plant, a dewdrop exuding a strange fluctuation of vitality hung, about to fall.

nine nether soul return grass? And it was already fully mature.

Lin Feng's heart shook violently; he had not expected such a rare spirit plant to be hidden in this extremely dangerous place.

However, just as he was about to take a closer look, he felt the spiritual power around his body stagnate, and even breathing became difficult.

This sudden Spiritual Pressure was far beyond what any Foundation Establishment Cultivator could achieve, locking him firmly in place.

Lin Feng looked up and saw a streak of ice-blue light hovering in the sky; as the light dispersed, a woman in white stood quietly within it.

Her face was peerless, cold and aloof like a lonely ice moon hanging in the sky, and her whole body exuded a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

Her gaze first landed on the nine nether soul return grass, then her eyes shifted to scan Lin Feng.

Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart, instantly realizing the vast gap in strength between them.

He suppressed his thoughts and bowed, "Disciple Lin Feng of Baoyue Peak, Tianxuan Sect, greets Senior."

The woman in white nodded, the chill around her slightly subsiding, "This grass is of vital importance to me."

Lin Feng's gaze quickly swept over the inconspicuous Tianxuan Sect cloud pattern mark on the woman's sleeve, and the last trace of luck in his heart dissipated.

She was indeed a Senior from the same sect, and her cultivation was unfathomable.

He suppressed the slight, instinctive regret in his heart, his expression calm. He took the initiative to step aside and made a gesture of invitation, "Since it is something Senior urgently needs, this Disciple dare not covet it. Please take it, Senior."

The woman in white was stunned again.

She had not expected the other party to be so decisive.

She looked at Lin Feng carefully again; an Early Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple had actually managed to find this extremely well-hidden Spiritual Plant before her?

She did not say more, stepped forward, carefully collected the nine nether soul return grass, and placed it into a specially made jade box.

After doing all this, she turned around, looked at Lin Feng again, was silent for a moment, and said, "Since you have yielded this item to me, I can give you something in return. Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Technique; is there anything you desire?"