Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

The surface of the Ganoderma lucidum has five golden lines, like the veins of the earth, exuding a strong earth-elemental spiritual energy.

"The Earth Spirit Purple Ganoderma!"

A glint of light flashed in Shen Feng's eyes.

The five golden lines represent the medicine's age of five hundred years.

This item is one of the main ingredients for refining the Earth Soul Tempering Pill, which enhances the spiritual power of cultivators in the Void Refining stage. If consumed raw, it can also greatly enhance the mana of earth-elemental cultivators, and may even give them a chance to comprehend a trace of the earth's profound virtue.

In the outside world, this 500-year-old Earth Spirit Purple Ganoderma is enough to fetch a high price of thousands of spirit stones, and even attracts cultivators at the Void Refinement stage to compete for it.

"A good opportunity."

Shen Feng moved extremely quickly, without the slightest hesitation.

He took out a jade shovel and carefully cut the roots of the purple fungus that were connected to the rock, so as to avoid the metal energy from damaging the medicinal properties.

Then, it was quickly placed into a pre-prepared spirit-sealing box and sealed with a talisman.

"Click".

The lid was sealed shut, instantly blocking out the aroma of the medicine.

Just as Shen Feng put the Spirit Sealing Box into his storage bag, a thought struck him.

The wind has become chaotic.

A sharp killing intent, accompanied by a piercing sound, swept in from the entrance of the crack.

"Whoosh!"

A black iron arrow, gleaming with a cold light and imbued with the spiritual power of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, aimed straight for his back.

Shen Feng did not turn around. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he moved his body three feet to the left at an extremely strange angle.

"puff!"

The arrow grazed his robe and embedded itself in the rock face, penetrating three inches deep, its fletching trembling violently.

"Huh? You do have some skill, managing to dodge the Zhao family's Soul-Chasing Arrow."

A slightly mocking voice came from outside the crack.

Immediately afterwards, five figures filed in, instantly blocking the narrow exit.

The leader, dressed in a brocade robe, had a sinister face and was playing with a black horn bow in his hand. His aura was powerful, clearly indicating that he had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

Behind him, four cultivators dressed in identical gray robes spread out in a fan shape, each holding a magical artifact in their hands, their eyes greedily fixed on the storage bag at Shen Feng's waist.

"The Zhao family?"

Shen Feng slowly turned around, his expression calm, showing no sign of panic.

He had heard of the Zhao family before. They were a family of cultivators who were affiliated with the Wuzhuang Temple. Most of the family members cultivated in the temple. They usually formed cliques and were domineering. Zhao Yuan was one of the family members.

"Kid, you have a good eye."

The young man in the brocade robe was named Zhao Teng. He looked Shen Feng up and down and saw that he was only at the peak of Qi Refining and that he was a complete stranger. He concluded that Shen Feng was a rogue cultivator with no background.

"I sensed the fluctuations in the formation from a great distance just now."

Zhao Teng pointed at Shen Feng's storage bag and said matter-of-factly, "A five-hundred-year-old Earth Spirit Purple Ganoderma, such a rare treasure is not something a lowly servant like you can afford. If you know what's good for you, leave your storage bag here and get out. I'll spare your life for the sake of our fellow disciples."

"What if I don't?" Shen Feng asked calmly.

"No?"

Zhao Teng chuckled, as if he had heard a joke.

The four members of the Zhao family behind him also joined in the laughter.

"You won't hand it over? Then leave your lives behind!"

Zhao Teng's face suddenly turned cold, his killing intent fully revealed: "This is a desolate wilderness, teeming with demonic beasts. Who would know if a few menial disciples died? Attack!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew back his bow, and three arrows shot at Shen Feng in quick succession.

At the same time, the other four also unleashed their magical weapons, and the flashing blades instantly blocked all of Shen Feng's escape routes.

They committed murder and robbery with practiced skill.

Clearly, they've done this kind of thing quite often.

Despite being surrounded by five people, Shen Feng stood still, without moving an inch.

Only at his fingertips, a barely perceptible wisp of blue energy quietly swirled.

The next moment, a deadly gale suddenly swept up from the narrow crack.

Three arrows, arranged in a triangular pattern, tore through the air, blocking all of Shen Feng's escape routes to the left, right, and above.

Before the arrow even arrived, the sharp, metallic spiritual energy already stung the dough.

Shen Feng's pupils contracted slightly. He did not take the arrows head-on. His steps seemed chaotic, but they actually corresponded to the five elements. His body was like a withered leaf in the wind. He leaned back with great difficulty and barely avoided the three deadly arrows.

"Duh! Duh! Duh!"

The arrow pierced the rock face, sending shards of rock flying.

Shen Feng staggered to the ground, his face pale, his eyes revealing just the right amount of fear and panic. His voice trembled: "I have no grudge against your Zhao family, why did you do this? I don't want this Earth Spirit Purple Mushroom anymore!"

As he spoke, he reached for the storage bag at his waist, his hands trembling violently, as if he had been terrified.

"No enmity or grudge?"

Seeing this, Zhao Teng sneered and did not rush to continue shooting. Instead, he led his four tribesmen closer step by step, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Do you really think I wouldn't recognize you?"

Wang Teng's eyes were sinister as he sneered, "My cousin Zhao Yuan was humiliated, his Daoist heart was corrupted, and he was even expelled from Wuzhuang Temple."

Upon hearing this, Shen Feng understood.

It turned out to be Zhao Yuan, the one he had secretly taught a lesson with his wind force. He hadn't expected that the sense of smell of this cultivation family was so keen that they could find him with just a trace of his aura.

"So you're Junior Brother Zhao Yuan's elder brother..." Shen Feng retreated while adopting a pleading posture, "This is a misunderstanding, I'm willing to compensate..."

"compensation?"

Zhao Teng sneered, interrupting Shen Feng, his eyes filled with even more murderous intent: "Too late. Today, not only is this Earth Spirit Purple Mushroom mine, but your life is mine too. Hand over your storage bag, cripple your cultivation, and I might consider leaving you with a whole corpse and letting you get out of Wanshou Mountain."

The four Wang family cultivators behind him quickly dispersed, forming a subtle encirclement. The magical artifacts in their hands shimmered with spiritual light, blocking all of Shen Feng's escape routes.

Shen Feng retreated to the depths of the crevice, his back against the cold rock wall, seemingly at a dead end.

"Since Brother Zhao is pressing me so relentlessly..."

Shen Feng lowered his head, his voice changing from trembling to deep.

Zhao Teng thought he was going to accept his fate and was about to step forward to collect the spoils of war.

Sudden.

"boom!"

The ground beneath Shen Feng's feet suddenly cracked open.

It was not a magical attack, but a pure burst of physical strength. The already prepared mountain-shattering force was poured into the ground through the feet, and the broken stones shot out in all directions like bullets.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"Damn it, this kid is feigning surrender!" Zhao Teng reacted quickly, drawing his bow taut and firing an arrow into the center of the smoke.

But this sure-kill arrow missed its mark.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only a deep pit remained, but Shen Feng was nowhere to be seen.

"Over there! Chase them!"

A cultivator from the Zhao family pointed to the exit on the other side of the crack and shouted. A bluish-gray figure was seen rushing past the crack at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the figure burst out of the crack and fled towards the rocky forest not far away.

"Trying to run away?"

Enraged, Zhao Teng laughed coldly. He put away his horn bow, summoned a shuttle-shaped flying magic artifact, and transformed into a streak of light, giving chase. "A mere Qi Refining Perfection cultivator dares to flaunt his escape techniques before my Zhao family? Today, whether you're in the heavens or the earth, you won't escape death!"

Five streaks of light, carrying a chilling killing intent, followed closely behind.

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