Chapter 062: The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art

Boom! Boom boom! In the distance, two figures were locked in a duel of magical arts.

Zhao Feng glanced over; from what he could tell, both were at about the second level of Qi Refining.

He exhaled in relief, his confidence returning. Though he was only at the first level of Qi Refining, he hailed from an immortal sect and possessed the strongest inheritance. Dealing with someone at the third level posed no threat to him.

He looked at the two combatants. Both wore black robes, their faces completely obscured. Yet, from the fluctuations in their vital energy, Zhao Feng deduced that they were quite old—at least sixty years, if not older.

Their battle shook the heavens and earth, sending flocks of birds scattering in terror.

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed past. One of them fell stiffly to the ground.

The survivor exhaled sharply, though his injuries were far from light. He walked over to the fallen adversary and kicked him disdainfully.

"Hmph! The treasure is mine now!"

He raised his right hand, and with a roar, a ball of fire ignited in his palm. He tossed it onto the corpse, and in an instant, the body was reduced to ashes.

He then strode toward the cave entrance.

The cave was pitch-black, winding and twisting. Suddenly, a stone door appeared before him.

He could barely contain his excitement. "Ha! The treasure is finally mine!"

"Is that so?"

A cold voice echoed in the darkness.

Startled, he leapt back. "Who’s there?"

A shadow flashed by with a thunderous sound. In an instant, Zhao Feng, shrouded in darkness, seized the man's throat.

The man could no longer speak, his hat falling to reveal an aged face.

Struggling, he gasped, "Fellow Daoist, who are you? Let's talk this over!"

Zhao Feng shook his head coldly. "It's unfortunate, but I've never killed before. You’ll be the first."

Without another word, Zhao Feng snapped his neck.

The man's body went limp and dropped to the ground.

Zhao Feng extended his right hand, conjuring a ball of fire. "I know Fireball Technique too," he said indifferently, tossing the fire onto the corpse. In an instant, the body was engulfed in flames and reduced to ashes.

A gust of wind swept through, scattering the ashes to nothingness.

Zhao Feng stepped toward the stone door.

He stood before it, carefully inspecting the surface. Mysterious patterns swirled across the stone, profound and enigmatic.

He pushed with all his strength, but the door would not budge.

He frowned. "It won't open?"

Zhao Feng searched the spot where the dead man had fallen and found a jade pendant. He then searched outside the cave and—sure enough—found another jade pendant.

He fit the two together.

With a click, they joined seamlessly into a single pendant.

Returning to the stone door, Zhao Feng felt around and discovered a small recess.

He took a deep breath and placed the jade pendant into the groove.

With a thunderous rumble, the stone door slowly opened.

Suddenly, a mass of black smoke rushed at Zhao Feng's face.

He snorted coldly and swung his fist, dispersing the black mist instantly.

He was surprised. "I didn't expect such dense Yin energy here!"

He stepped through the stone door.

Inside, Zhao Feng was astonished. Three stone tables stood before him.

Each table held a box.

He opened the first box. Inside was a pill.

He exclaimed, "A Spirit-Enhancing Pill?"

As the name implied, it increased one’s spiritual energy—a rare elixir for cultivating Qi.

He opened the second box and was even more surprised.

Inside lay a small, emerald-green sword.

"A flying sword!" he gasped.

Now he felt a surge of anticipation.

He hurriedly opened the third box. A blue book rested quietly inside.

He picked it up and flipped through it. Four bold characters: Devouring Heaven Demonic Art.

Zhao Feng was astounded. "It’s a demonic technique!"

He read the introduction.

"Friends, the Era of the Waning Law is upon us. Spiritual energy is thin, cultivation impossible."

"But I have created the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art! It can absorb all kinds of gases for cultivation."

"Alas, I could only devise the first three levels. The remaining six must be developed by those fated to inherit it..."

Zhao Feng smacked his lips. "Who was this author? Truly talented—to create a technique from scratch!"

He stroked his chin. "I’m in the mundane world now, where spiritual energy is scarce. To cultivate, I must absorb the essence of sun and moon."

"But relying solely on that... how long will it take me to advance?"

"If I wait until I return, the immortals of my sect may already have died of old age!"

He pondered, "I don't reject demonic arts. My senior sister always said: all paths ultimately converge."

He slapped his thigh. "Though I have many techniques, this Devouring Heaven Demonic Art is most suitable right now!"

He laughed heartily.

Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed toward his brow.

He snorted, reacting quickly, and caught the white light with his right hand.

He looked closer—it was a small snake.

Zhao Feng blinked. "A spirit snake? Isn’t this the one that bit Sister Xiaoyun? I never expected to find it here!"

He gripped the little snake. "Hmph. From now on, you’ll follow me."

The snake flicked its tongue, its gaze fierce.

Zhao Feng shook his head, wasted no words, and knocked the snake unconscious with a slap.

He surveyed the cave once more.

Behind the tables, left and right, were two passageways.

He rubbed his chin and chose the passage on the right.

Just as Zhao Feng was about to enter, a sudden, inexplicable palpitation seized his heart.

Startled, he realized, "No, I can't go in now!"

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "There’s a great danger here! I’ll come back another time."

Without hesitation, Zhao Feng turned and left.

Outside, he checked his phone and found several missed calls—all from Chen Ying.

There had been no signal earlier, so he hadn’t heard the ringtone.

Zhao Feng dialed her number.

"Hello? What’s up?"

"Nothing! I went to your room just now, knocked, and got no answer. So I went in and saw you weren’t there. I just wanted to check where you’d gone."

"Oh, it’s nothing. I went for a walk behind the mountain."

"Alright then!"