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Not long after, Yuan Xun suddenly opened his eyes and tossed the compass aside. He then drew the long sword from his back. The setting sun filtered through the tree branches, casting a radiant glow on the sword in Yuan Xun's hand, its brilliance shining like the blazing sun.
At this moment, Yuan Xun held a Yellow Talisman in his left hand and gripped the long sword in his right, stepping forward cautiously. The sun was low in the sky, having already dipped towards the horizon. It was around five o'clock in the afternoon when Xiao Yefeng and Abel had been engaged in battle, and with the delay, the sun was now gradually disappearing.
This timing was precisely what Yuan Xun had planned; after sunset, his powers would reach their peak, especially in such a dense area of Evil Qi. After taking several steps forward, Yuan Xun stopped and called out in the direction where he sensed Xiao Yefeng was hiding, "I know you're nearby. I almost fell into your trap. Come out and hand over what I want, and I won't hold it against you!"
Yuan Xun had no idea where Xiao Yefeng was; he could only use the compass to locate a vague direction. After all, if he could pinpoint it exactly, he wouldn't be a Geomancer—he would be using celestial magic! Nevertheless, with his strong foundation in Feng Shui Techniques, he managed to find a general direction toward Xiao Yefeng. Although it was unclear, there was no doubt that Xiao Yefeng was close by.
Given this situation, Yuan Xun, being an old hand at this game, intended to bait Xiao Yefeng. However, he underestimated him; while Yuan Xun was seasoned, Xiao Yefeng was no novice either. His experience had been forged on the brink of death, making him far less likely to fall for such tricks.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng crouched in the grass and pulled out a steel needle about the thickness of a toothpick. This was something he had taken from the arena just before leaving, specifically for this ambush. Two packs of steel needles were affixed to the outer side of his pants on his thighs—five on the left and five on the right—ranging from the thickness of chopsticks to that of embroidery needles, all neatly arranged.
Now holding a number three needle between his fingers, Xiao Yefeng waited silently for Yuan Xun to approach. In the art of hidden weapons, surprise attacks were crucial; distance mattered most. The idea that one could casually fling a steel needle a hundred meters to pierce someone's head was merely a fantasy of those lacking skill. In reality, even with training, a normal person's strength could only manage to throw a Flying Needle about ten meters effectively.
Xiao Yefeng had undergone systematic training to enhance his wrist and finger strength; within fifteen meters counted as effective range for him—he could hit precisely where he aimed.
Now empowered by spiritual energy, he could extend that range to twenty meters. However, this depended on the weight of the Flying Needle; it couldn't be too light. Thus, a needle with the thickness of a number three toothpick was ideal. Yet as he prepared himself, Xiao Yefeng noticed that Yuan Xun—the old fox—had stopped moving altogether. The distance between them now exceeded thirty meters; even a number three needle would be ineffective at that range.
So now Xiao Yefeng continued to endure; patience was paramount—without it, everything would be in vain unless one could take decisive action immediately. Meanwhile, Yuan Xun began to wonder if he had miscalculated—was Xiao Yefeng not present?
However, Yuan Xun was no ordinary person. He infused his Yellow Talisman Paper with Qi from his left hand and swung his sword with his right. Instantly, several sheets of Yellow Talisman Paper shot forth like blades into the grass ahead. Wherever they passed, weeds were sliced cleanly apart as dozens of talismans carved out deep grooves in their wake. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng found himself positioned between two sheets of Yellow Talisman Paper that formed an angle around him.
"Wow~ This old man is quite formidable," Xiao Yefeng thought to himself. Yet at that moment, Yuan Xun produced another handful of Yellow Talismans from his bag—half went into his pocket while he prepared to scatter the other half again. Seeing this unfold made it impossible for Xiao Yefeng to hold back any longer; the first wave of Yellow Talismans had only stopped two meters behind him after passing by—a clear indication of this old man's profound spiritual power.
Although the Yellow Talisman Paper had been specially refined by him, the fact that it could only shoot for over thirty meters before losing its power proved that Yuan Xun was quite strong. This second wave clearly aimed to exploit the gap left by the first, which meant Xiao Yefeng would inevitably be hit if he continued to hide. He had to take the initiative and strike!
Just as Yuan Xun was about to fling the talisman paper, Xiao Yefeng pulled out a Steel Needle, roughly the thickness of a Number Five Chopstick, and hurled it directly. With a crack, a branch from a large tree about ten meters to Yuan Xun's right was snapped off by Xiao Yefeng. The sound of the falling branch led Yuan Xun to mistakenly believe that Xiao Yefeng was there, causing ten pieces of Yellow Talisman Paper to shoot towards the shade above the tree in unison.
Swish! The leaves and branches were severed by the ten Yellow Talismans and fell down. However, at that moment, a buzzing sound rushed towards Yuan Xun from in front of him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a Flying Needle, as thick as a toothpick, heading straight for his face.
If he didn't block this needle, it would be disastrous. With his right hand gripping the sword hilt in a vertical stance and his left hand resting on the blade, Yuan Xun used the sword to deflect the Flying Needle. With a clang, the Flying Needle spun rapidly atop the blade, and in an instant, a bright red dot appeared on the back of the sword. Yuan Xun understood immediately that this Flying Needle was not something an ordinary person could produce; it carried a force that indicated at least a Peak of Bright Strength presence. Otherwise, such a concealed weapon wouldn't possess such power.
Realizing this, Yuan Xun swiftly sidestepped and used his sword as a shield to slice through the Flying Needle. The needle grazed against the blade and struck into the Trunk behind him with a resounding clang, embedding itself deep within. Taking advantage of the fading sunlight, Yuan Xun turned back and was startled to see this; he couldn't help but think: Could there be an Ancient Warrior at Peak of Bright Strength assisting that guy?
However, Yuan Xun's overthinking provided Xiao Yefeng with an excellent opportunity. The initial surprise attack with one needle was merely a diversion. After launching that needle, Xiao Yefeng unleashed all his strength and burst forth from his position. He quickly drew two Second Needles from his pockets—one for each shoulder—and sent them flying towards Yuan Xun's left and right shoulders respectively. Then, stepping onto a fallen log, he propelled himself forward again and launched another Third Needle. This time, it traveled less than ten meters—the maximum distance for an explosive release of power.
This needle aimed straight for Yuan Xun's Sea of Qi. The previous two Flying Needles served as bait; this one was crucial. At that moment, while Yuan Xun was still looking back at the earlier Flying Needle, he failed to notice Xiao Yefeng’s three needles approaching from both sides. Although he spotted Xiao Yefeng now, he continued searching for that elusive Ancient Warrior who had ambushed him.
One-Character Side-by-Side Style! Learning sword techniques or even staff techniques involves mastering basic moves. Yuan Xun's long sword was evidently custom-made; it was wider than standard swords and slightly longer too. As such, he managed to deflect two Flying Needles upward with his swordplay.
However, just after deflecting those two Flying Needles, Yuan Xun realized he had miscalculated—there was still one more Flying Needle launched by Xiao Yefeng that had gone unnoticed due to the dimming night and its reverse angle. At this point, the Flying Needle was already upon him; striking at the Sea of Qi meant targeting one of the vital points of any person—be they ordinary individuals or Ancient Warriors.
"Despicable!" With a roar, Yuan Xun leaped to evade it. Yet with no way to dodge effectively, he braced himself against this needle head-on. This stunned Xiao Yefeng momentarily as he charged toward Yuan Xun; however, the subsequent sharp sound clarified everything for him—he understood why Yuan Xun had so boldly chosen to withstand it with his body.
Clang! After a metallic collision sound rang out, Xiao Yefeng’s Flying Needle—which had embedded itself deep into the Trunk—fell powerless to the ground.
"Heart Shield Mirror?" Xiao Yefeng questioned in confusion.
"Ziyang, bring out that despicable friend of yours who ambushed me! Ambushing is not a quality of an Ancient Warrior!" Yuan Xun exclaimed angrily.
What the hell! This old guy was able to set up a Heart Shield Mirror in the Sea of Qi that could block my Flying Needle attack. What kind of quality Heart Shield Mirror was that? Did he wear a suit of armor made of bricks under his clothes?
Xiao Yefeng was puzzled, but Yuan Xun was heartbroken. The Vajra Amulet was a precious Spirit Talisman that took a month to create, and it depended on luck. If he couldn't absorb enough Gold Element power in the final step, it would fail. The method to carve the Vajra Amulet cost Yuan Xun a year's worth of contribution points. After obtaining it last year, he had only managed to create three in a year. To evade the Metaphysics Society's pursuit, he had used one to block a bullet, and now he found himself forced to use another here.
At this moment, Yuan Xun was filled with hatred for the person who ambushed him, yet he couldn't locate the person's presence. This made it impossible for him to focus all his energy on battling Xiao Yefeng. After all, dealing with such a deadly ambusher was no easy task.
On Xiao Yefeng's side, hearing Yuan Xun's words brought him secret delight. "Old man! You didn't expect me to find an ally, did you? Today, I will avenge Brother Zhang," Xiao Yefeng declared.
With that, Xiao Yefeng closed in. He naturally couldn't allow Yuan Xun to summon his Spirit Tamers. After all, both Spirit Tamers within Xiao Yefeng's Spirit Platform were exactly what Yuan Xun needed. Xiao Yefeng couldn't risk being caught by Yuan Xun, so he decided to engage in close combat, denying Yuan Xun any chance to summon his Spirit Tamers.
However, in close combat, Xiao Yefeng found himself at a disadvantage. The Flying Needle required too few opportunities for a heavy assault with the Golden Body technique, and Yuan Xun still had his sword in hand. Before Xiao Yefeng's attack could reach him, Yuan Xun had already countered. With a swift upward slash of his sword infused with black-golden spiritual energy, it was clear that Yuan Xun realized he couldn't summon his Spirit Tamers and thus channeled his spiritual energy into his weapon instead.
Seeing the sword's edge charged with black-golden Qi coming at him, Xiao Yefeng was taken aback. Just then, as his right foot touched the ground, he quickly pivoted on it and sidestepped to avoid the strike.
Sizzle!
A sharp sound echoed as the weapon sliced through fabric. Xiao Yefeng touched his abdomen and found a gash about ten centimeters long had appeared on his clothing. He thought to himself how fortunate it was that he had avoided it quickly; otherwise, that strike would have surely gutted him. However, after feeling the wound on his clothing, Xiao Yefeng's expression hardened as he angrily exclaimed, "You have truly forsaken the fundamental principles of Taoism! You have chosen to fall into the Demonic Path!"
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