113: Chapter 113 Shocking Change

While still several hundred meters above the ground, Zhao Feng noticed that something was wrong.

Although the small white building was only the size of a finger from this distance, it was covered in raging flames!

"Oh no!" Zhao Feng felt a pang of panic. For a stone building to burn meant the fire was produced by at least a Cultivator. The only Cultivator in Li Family Village right now was Luo Ying, but Luo Ying was ice-attributed and couldn't produce such fierce flames. Could something have happened to Luo Ying? With her around, she wouldn't have allowed anyone else to burn down the building.

"It's an enemy!" Burning with rage, Zhao Feng let out a piercing whistle and accelerated once more.

A sonic boom cloud burst into a beautiful ring behind him.

There seemed to be people in the air.

Zhao Feng saw them, and they saw him too.

A silver star flashed, and a streak of silver light pierced straight toward him like lightning.

Zhao Feng leaned to the side, dodging the silver star. With his ultra-strong eyesight, he could see that it was a small sword only about twenty centimeters long.

The small sword was exceptionally agile in the air, moving without any sluggishness. It swept across horizontally, attempting to slice Zhao Feng in two.

*Ding!* Zhao Feng drew his blade aura and slashed down fiercely at the small sword.

Spiritual light splattered in all directions, and a hairline crack instantly appeared on the small sword.

"My Magical Artifact!" Zhao Feng heard someone cry out in alarm, and the small sword immediately flew back into the hand of a Daoist.

Hovering in mid-air, the three people cried out in shock and scattered in all directions. "It's a Golden Core Immortal Master!"

As it turned out, on Yaoling Planet, those at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage could rely on Magical Artifacts to fly, but to fly through the air unaided, one had to enter the Golden Core Stage.

These people must have misunderstood upon seeing Zhao Feng standing in mid-air unaided.

*Zzzt!* Zhao Feng's eyes turned red, and two fiery beams shot out, striking first despite being launched later. They pierced straight through a Daoist's back. A large hole opened up in the Daoist's body, and before he could even make a sound, he fell to his death.

[Ding! Obtained 100 transformation points.]

"Senior Brother!" A young Daoist flying nearby cried out in grief as he watched the Daoist fall. "I will fight you to the death, you Prodigy!"

He stopped running, turning around to stand his ground. His fingers danced like butterflies, and a massive amount of Spiritual Qi came surging toward him.

"Gol..."

Before he could finish, a fist smashed through the golden light, crushing his head to pieces. The uncontrolled Spiritual Qi immediately dispersed as the symbols shattered.

[Ding! Obtained 100 transformation points.]

"Third Senior Brother, Junior Brother!" the Daoist nun on the other side wailed in grief. "You Prodigy, you will die a horrible death!" However, she fled incredibly fast, flying several hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

With a flash of his body, Zhao Feng had already flown to a spot not far behind her. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and a howling wind generated out of thin air. Instead of flying away, the woman was pulled backward continuously.

She was quite decisive. Seeing that she could not escape, a small sword suddenly appeared, trembling in the storm as it drew close to her neck, intending to slit her throat.

Zhao Feng's figure blurred, and he immediately grabbed her by the neck, slapping the small sword away. He barked out, "Who are you? Why did you burn down my home? Where is Luo Ying?"

"Ugh!" The woman's face turned red, and she was unable to speak.

Zhao Feng landed on the ground holding her and loosened his grip slightly, though his heart was filled with extreme rage. The house he had worked so hard to build over the past few days was completely ruined. Those burning spiritual flames had turned Yan Shi into magma. That was one thing, but even Luo Ying had vanished, and there were large patches of blood and frost on the ground, indicating a fierce battle had taken place.

"Just kill me! Third Senior Brother and Junior Brother are both dead, and I won't live on alone either!" the woman said with deep hatred, showing no fear at all.

"Ah!" Zhao Feng growled. A surge of violent energy was about to burst from his heart, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. "Why?"

"Hmph! Why?" the woman retorted contemptuously. "You monsters view us humans as livestock. When you monsters eat us, do you ever ask why?"

"Monsters?" Zhao Feng froze. "We are not monsters!"

"Hmph!" Knowing that she was doomed, the woman shouted recklessly, "The massacre at Liu Family Village was also done by you monsters, wasn't it? I only hate that my methods are low and my magic power is shallow, preventing me from personally slaying you Prodigies to avenge Third Senior Brother, Junior Brother, and the thousands upon thousands of humans oppressed by you!"

"Monster! Release Fairy Ye!" At that moment, a shout that lacked some vigor came from behind him.

Even without turning around, Zhao Feng knew who had arrived.

"Brother Li?"

It was Li Laoshi who had come. At this moment, Li Laoshi's honest face was filled with a ferocious expression. He pointed his finger and cursed, "Don't call me Brother Li! You monster, everyone practically saved your life, so why are you still harming us?"

"Harming you? How have we ever harmed you?" Zhao Feng asked back in disbelief.

"Save your excuses!" Amidst the sound of a cane, the white-haired Old Man Li also walked over. His voice was not loud, but it carried an innate strength of character. "Today, Laoshi's wife came over to invite your lady, and she clearly saw her turn into a white deer and even try to rush over and eat her!"

"Ah!" Zhao Feng's mind fell into Chaos. "Luo Ying... she is a white deer?"

"Speechless, aren't you? You Prodigy, hurry up and let go of Fairy Li. That deer demon is heavily injured; if you go too late, she won't make it," Old Man Li scolded harshly.

"Which way did she go?" Zhao Feng asked repeatedly.

Old Man Li casually pointed in a direction. Zhao Feng threw the woman onto the ground and flew off rapidly.

"Luo Ying is injured. I must find her." Zhao Feng had only one conviction in his heart. His Mental Energy surged forth as he observed his surroundings.

"Oh! There's a woodcutter over there. I can go and ask." Having flown for a long time without finding any clues, the anxious Zhao Feng had no choice but to turn to any source of help in his desperation.

"Excuse me, brother woodcutter, have you seen a young lady who is heavily injured? She is about this tall and wearing a light green dress." Zhao Feng hadn't lost his head completely; he landed on the ground from afar and walked over to ask.

"Oh, are you related to that lady?" The woodcutter tightened the vines binding his firewood and asked back.

"To tell you the truth, I am her husband. We just ran into bandits nearby and got separated."

"Oh! I see. What a coincidence. I did meet her a while ago. She looked cold and aloof, and her steps were uneven. I even asked her about it, and she said she was heading toward the county town. Walk in this direction for about seven or eight minutes, and you will see a fork in the road. At the fork, turn right, and you might still catch up with her."

"Cold and aloof, with uneven steps—it really is her." Zhao Feng was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you, brother woodcutter!"

"No need for thanks, go quickly," the woodcutter chuckled.

Zhao Feng hurriedly bowed, dashed forward a few steps, and vanished into the woods in the blink of an eye.

Only after he was several paces away from the woodcutter did Zhao Feng fly up and navigate through the forest.

Sure enough, after going forward a bit more, he encountered a fork in the road.

Zhao Feng flew to the right as instructed. It was still a dense forest, but it was much sparser than before, indicating he was gradually getting closer.

The path was not very obvious; only by observing carefully could one see traces of someone having walked through.

Zhao Feng twitched his nose, seeming to catch a whiff of blood. He hurriedly landed on the ground and observed carefully.

Sure enough, there was a trace of bright red blood on the fallen leaves. Relying on his powerful physical senses, Zhao Feng could feel a faint warmth from it.

"Luo Ying hasn't gone far." Zhao Feng felt his spirits lift and hurriedly strode forward.

Sure enough, after turning past a large boulder, Zhao Feng saw a tall woman in a light green dress, stumbling forward with a tottering figure.

"Luo Ying!" With a flash of his body, Zhao Feng arrived and pulled her into his embrace.