Chapter 14: Harvest, the Green Jade Pendant, and the Innate Cultivation Technique

Chen Feng dared not be the least bit careless when dealing with Xiantian experts; if he could finish them off, he had to strike with lethal intent.

No one knew what kind of trump cards the opponent might have, so emptying the magazine was a safety precaution.

Chen Feng unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the bulletproof vest underneath, which was now dented.

It was this vest that had allowed him to block Jiang Xiao’s Qi attack just moments ago.

Had he not been wearing it, the opponent’s Qi would have surged directly into his body.

Once that Qi entered his system, he would have been crippled, if not dead.

The money spent on it was well worth it.

Chen Feng searched Jiang Xiao’s body, collected everything he had on him, and then dragged his injured body down the mine.

The bandits of the Xingfeng Sect had vanished without a trace.

Only a few corpses remained.

Wang Hu was sitting on the ground, his face deathly pale. Seeing Chen Feng approach, he immediately crawled toward him.

"Sect Master!"

Wang Hu was in an even worse state than Chen Feng; he looked as if his blood had been drained, and his head appeared slightly flattened.

If he hadn't been a martial artist, he would have died long ago.

"Are you alright?" Chen Feng asked with concern.

Chen Feng hadn't expected to drag Wang Hu into this; he had seen everything clearly through his scope earlier.

The kid was actually quite loyal to him.

"I won't die. A bit of rest will fix me up. But Sect Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Chen Feng then looked at He Sandao, who was lying in the distance.

Only then did he realize that He Sandao hadn't breathed his last yet; he was staring right at him.

To have been pierced through the chest by a sniper rifle and still not be dead—his vitality was extraordinary.

He Sandao spoke weakly

"It was my carelessness. I vastly underestimated you!"

Chen Feng ignored him and aimed his sniper rifle at He Sandao’s head.

He Sandao suddenly burst into laughter.

"Chen Feng, I’ll be waiting for you in the underworld. You killed Jiang Xiao; the Jiang family won't let you go. You won't live for more than a few days..."

He Sandao did not beg for mercy; he knew it would be useless.

Although he had only been in contact with Chen Feng for a short time, judging by Chen Feng’s actions, he was clearly a man who would not leave any threats behind.

At this moment, his heart was filled only with hatred and regret. He regretted underestimating Chen Feng.

If he had been just a little more cautious and waited in the shadows, he wouldn't have ended up in this state.

He hated that if his subordinates had been more united, Chen Feng could never have won.

But it was too late to say anything now.

He had been too brutal, which meant few of his subordinates were loyal; as soon as trouble started, they all fled.

It was also Chen Feng’s sniper rifle that had terrified the bandits; the unknown was the most frightening thing of all.

Ignoring He Sandao’s words, Chen Feng pulled the trigger. At close range, He Sandao’s head was blown apart, leaving him thoroughly and completely dead.

After killing He Sandao, Chen Feng searched his body as well.

"See which of these can heal wounds."

Chen Feng took out the items he had scavenged from the two Xiantian experts.

There were many bottles and jars.

He didn't know much about the medicinal pills of this world.

Wang Hu took a few jars, sniffed them, and said

"These bottles contain pills for healing injuries; the others are for assisting cultivation." Wang Hu picked out a few bottles.

Chen Feng poured out the pills, gave some to Wang Hu, and swallowed a few himself.

As soon as the pills hit his throat, he immediately felt the pain in his body subside significantly.

He had bought many pills in the scroll world and even sold some in the modern world.

But none of them had such immediate effects.

The belongings of Xiantian experts were of immense value.

Chen Feng noticed that Wang Hu hadn't taken the pills he was holding.

"Why aren't you using them?" Chen Feng asked.

Wang Hu replied weakly

"Sect Master, these pills are for Xiantian experts and are incredibly precious. Ordinary pills will suffice for me."

Wang Hu clearly seemed reluctant to use them.

Chen Feng put on a stern face and said

"Just use them. Are you not even going to listen to me?"

Hearing this, Wang Hu finally took the pills, and his complexion improved visibly.

Chen Feng began to inventory the items obtained from the two Xiantian experts.

Besides the pills, there were some cultivation techniques.

Two of them were Xiantian-level techniques: the Blood Demon Blade Technique and the Xuanhuang Art.

The Blood Demon Blade Technique was a demonic art that relied on consuming human blood to increase one's internal energy, while the Xuanhuang Art was much more standard—a breathing and cultivation method.

However, this breathing method also required a foundation in martial arts.

Chen Feng planned to try and see if he could cultivate it later, though what he really wanted were the arts of the immortals.

Wang Hu said at this moment

"Sect Master, the Xuanhuang Art is the signature technique of the Jiang family in Liuyang Town, capable of taking one all the way to the late Xiantian stage."

Wang Hu clearly recognized the technique.

Chen Feng tossed the Xuanhuang Art directly to Wang Hu

"Take it and cultivate it. As for this Blood Demon Blade Technique, forget it; it goes against humanity."

"This..." Wang Hu was stunned.

This was a Xiantian technique; every one of them was incredibly precious.

For a rogue cultivator like Wang Hu, reaching the ninth level of the Houtian stage in this lifetime was already the peak.

Reaching the Xiantian stage was basically impossible, and the most important reason was the lack of a Xiantian technique.

"What, are you worried about the Jiang family's retaliation?" Chen Feng asked, seeing Wang Hu frozen.

Wang Hu shook his head immediately

"Sect Master, I am not afraid of the Jiang family's retaliation, it’s just that this technique is too precious, I..."

Wang Hu didn't know what to say.

Such a precious technique, and Chen Feng had given it to him so casually; it left him feeling dazed.

"It's fine. Cultivate well. If you can reach the Xiantian stage, you can help me even more."

Chen Feng patted Wang Hu on the shoulder.

Through this incident, Chen Feng had truly come to trust Wang Hu.

"Thank you, Sect Master. Wang Hu will certainly not fail your expectations." Wang Hu did not refuse again.

Chen Feng then noticed a jade pendant among the pile of items.

It had been obtained from Jiang Xiao.

The pendant was dark green, about the size of a palm, and covered in intricate patterns that looked quite strange.

"What is this?" Chen Feng asked Wang Hu.

"This subordinate does not know." Wang Hu didn't recognize it either.

Chen Feng began to observe it closely and found that, other than a faint blue glow inside, there was nothing else.

Chen Feng put the pendant away, planning to study it further once he returned to the modern world.

Chen Feng said to Wang Hu

"Find a place to heal your wounds. Don't show yourself for the next few days to avoid retaliation from the Black Wind Stronghold."

The Xingfeng Sect was now empty; almost all the martial artists had been killed, and those who survived had fled.

Only the two of them remained, and both were currently injured.

If the bandits from the Black Wind Stronghold came for revenge, staying here would be waiting for death.

Chen Feng only had one grenade left, and his ammunition was running low.

"Sect Master, are you leaving? Are you not coming with me?"

Wang Hu hadn't expected Chen Feng to tell him to heal on his own.

"I need to leave for a few days. I'll come back to find you in a few days."

Chen Feng was preparing to return to the modern world. Even though he had taken the pills, he was still uneasy.

With his ribs broken, he definitely needed to see a doctor at a hospital.

If it weren't for the fact that he had consumed many pills to strengthen his physique over the past year, he would have surely passed out from the pain of his broken ribs.

"Alright, then I will heal nearby and wait for you to return, Sect Master!" Wang Hu did not press further.

He never questioned Chen Feng’s decisions too much.

After agreeing on the time and place for their next meeting, Chen Feng returned to the secret chamber and headed back to the modern world.