Chapter 117: First Signs of Strength

With his level of enlightenment, he could easily sense the terrifying killing aura surrounding this young man named Ye Feng. Although he seemed to be at only the peak of the Golden Core stage, generally speaking, those who have experienced many battles are far stronger than those of the same level—this is why we see rabbits fighting eagles in nature. Even with his own remarkable composure, Ye Feng’s aura was so fearsome that it made him feel uneasy; it must have taken countless battles to cultivate such a terrifying presence.

He also understood why that monster was staring intently at Ye Feng—it knew that the slightest lapse in focus could mean instant death. Though the monster was at the middle stage of the Yuan Ying realm, it was no longer a matter of cultivation level determining victory or defeat; it was purely a matter of raw strength!

Kong Xu looked at Ye Feng, who had undergone such a dramatic change, with suspicion. Just yesterday, he had seemed like an ordinary boy at the middle stage of the Condensing Dan realm. But today, his aura resembled that of a death messenger. He decided to observe for now, to see if Ye Feng’s changes were mere pretense or something more.

“Dead or alive?” Ye Feng turned his head calmly, looking at Kong Xu and Wu Dao.
“Can we capture him alive?” Wu Dao hesitated for a moment before asking Ye Feng.
“Alright…” Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, he disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already atop the magic wolf’s head.

Wu Dao and Kong Xu were stunned. With their strength at the later stage of the Yuan Ying realm, they couldn’t even figure out how Ye Feng had moved. Long Tian, who had already fought against Ye Feng before, appeared unimpressed, focusing closely on Ye Feng’s movements in an attempt to gain some insight.

By the time the magic wolf noticed Ye Feng, his feet were already on its head. The wolf didn’t have time to react—a tremendous force struck its head like a hammer, causing dizziness. Its entire body lost balance, and it fell to the ground, creating a large crater in the already cracked surface.

At this moment, Ye Feng, standing on the magic wolf’s head, calmly pulled out his left hand from his pocket and delivered a powerful punch. The force radiated from where his fist met the skull, generating a strong wind.

The magic wolf let out a painful howl. Its head, which it had tried to lift, was slammed back to the ground by gravity, sending shards of stone flying. Even the ground itself trembled slightly.

Wudao and Kongxu stared blankly at the scene before them. The skull should normally be one of the toughest parts of the body. Even if they used their fists to attack, despite their strength being slightly greater than that of the monster, they would surely not gain an advantage.

Yet Ye Feng’s punch had clearly dealt severe damage to the demon wolf, causing blood to flow from its mouth and nose. Another punch would likely be fatal to the monster.

But Ye Feng didn’t seem intent on ending it. Instead, he stepped onto the wolf’s skull and moved toward its neck. With his hands in his pockets and his head slightly lowered, he found the right spot and stopped.

They heard the sound of bones breaking, and immediately realized that Ye Feng had used his feet to break the wolf’s neck.

The wolf no longer had the strength to howl; it only let out a few pained groans. Looking at Ye Feng stepping down from its body, it showed fear.

It tried to dodge, but found its body immobile—its cervical spine damaged. Though not immediately fatal, it had completely severed the nerves transmitting signals from the brain to the limbs.

“Tie it up! Now, aside from its head, it can’t move anywhere else!” Ye Feng said casually as he walked over to Long Tian and the others. “Just tie its mouth shut, and it’ll be completely harmless!”

Mu Rong’s eyes sparkled as she watched Ye Feng walk toward them, too excited to speak.

“What kind of magical beast is this? Have you encountered it before?” Wudao couldn’t help asking. In his opinion, Ye Feng’s skilled movements suggested he had encountered such a beast before and had extensive experience dealing with it.

“I don’t know what it is. I’ve seen many wolf-like magical beasts, but this is the first time I’ve seen one. Its fur is pure black—I’ve never seen that before. I’ve only seen wolves with gray, white, purple, golden, or mixed fur,” Ye Feng shook his head, looking relaxed. “But the attack patterns of canine magical beasts are similar, and their weaknesses are mostly the same. Once you’ve seen enough, you’ll know how to deal with them!”

“Tch, without your movement skills, we’d be eaten if we tried to do what you did!” Long Tian could easily imagine how dangerous it was to stand on a wolf’s skull. Only someone with Ye Feng’s unique skills, who didn’t have to worry about being bitten, could dare to do such a thing.

“Master Ye, your strength…” Kongxu was more concerned about this issue.

“I’ve been using an item to conceal my true strength and aura all this time. What you saw yesterday was an illusion. Actually, I’ve reached the Golden Core stage for some time now, even Brother Long doesn’t know…” Ye Feng explained.

Long Tian also helped cover for Ye Feng, nodding at the two of them, “I only found out this morning too!”

“Although Master Ye is only at the Golden Core stage, I doubt there are many cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage who could match him,” Wudao said carefreely, seeming to like Ye Feng quite a bit.

“You flatter me, Master!” Ye Feng humbly replied. “What should we do next?”

“The Buddhist sect has a technique called the Mirror Art, which can reveal a soul’s past. If the soul has already entered reincarnation, the visions will be chaotic and disordered; if it’s a living being, the images will be continuous. So it shouldn’t be difficult to capture it alive this time and identify the mastermind. As long as it has seen the mastermind’s face, we’ll know who they are,” Wudao said confidently.

“Let’s find a place—this isn’t safe anymore. There are many tourists coming and going during the day. The noise from the fight earlier must have attracted their attention. We need to hide it first,” Ye Fengremind.

“With such a large body, it will be noticed no matter where we hide it. I’ll set up a concealment formation to surround it. Anyway, it can’t move!” Kongxu glanced at the demon wolf, whose mouth was now tied up, and suggested. “Once night falls and the tourists leave, we can have the monk use the Mirror Art right here to see who the killer is! After working all morning, once I finish setting up the formation, everyone can go and enjoy the scenery or try some local snacks. Jimo, stay here to guard the formation. I’ll bring you some food.”

“Oh…” Although Jimo was reluctant, most of the people here were leaders of various sects. His own strength wasn’t bad, but he was just a disciple of a sect leader—his status was different. Long Tian, though without a specific title, was still a Nascent Soul-level cultivator, on the same level as his master. Ye Feng didn’t have a high status either, but he had contributed the most just now, and his overall strength was likely no weaker than those at the Nascent Soul stage. As for Mu Rong, though she wasn’t a sect leader, she was a woman, and Jimo didn’t feel right comparing himself to her. After weighing things, he realized he was the most suitable person for this task.