Chapter 440: Chapter 439 Coming from a Windfall
A ghostly figure burst out from the immense mansion of the Duanmu Family.
Along the way, many Duanmu family experts exclaimed in surprise, wishing to stop him, yet no one could block this ghostly silhouette.
In the darkness, once Yang Fei broke out from the encirclement of Duanmu Manor, he was like a wild horse that had broken its reins, rushing down the mountain at an astonishing speed.
The outer defenses of the manor activated quickly but failed to stop him, and they couldn’t even hold him back for a moment.
In the dark night, Yang Fei’s mind still buzzed; he was not fully conscious, yet his body kept moving forward, driven by the last vestiges of instinctive thought.
Soon, he had rushed into Muyun City.
The city had no curfew, and instead, due to the incident at Duanmu Manor, there was significant uproar; after Yang Fei entered the city, he met no resistance, mainly because his speed was too fast, and even if someone wanted to stop him, it was too late to make a move.
In less than thirty minutes, he had crossed the vast city and charged towards the wild forests in the southwest direction.
Three minutes after Yang Fei rushed out of Muyun City, two powerful auras chased after him from within the city.
These two were the ancestors of the Duanmu family; they had been flying from the start and flying so far had drained a huge amount of their Primordial Spirit Thought Power.
Now, having chased to this point, they had completely lost track of Yang Fei.
The two stood on the city wall, exchanged glances, and saw a deep shock in each other’s eyes.
"Such speed, Wuwo was seriously injured; could it be that this boy still had something up his sleeve, deliberately luring us away from the manor?" one of them couldn’t help saying; his name was Duanmu Wuwang.
The other, the eldest, looked like a man on his last legs, his eyes deeply profound, his wrinkled brows tightened further as he said in a deep voice, "Hardly. If he truly had such a cultivation realm, why would he keep such a low profile?"
Duanmu Wuwang’s mouth twitched.
This was keeping a low profile?
Breaking into the headquarters of the Duanmu family alone and causing a huge commotion, this incident would definitely shake the Hidden Sect—was this really being low key?
"Should we chase?" Without arguing with his elder brother, Duanmu Wuwang asked.
Duanmu Wuwo pondered for a moment, shaking his head, "We can’t catch up. We can no longer lock onto the boy’s aura. With his incredible speed, if we were not able to fly, he would have already escaped. Now we have both drained too much and can’t keep up."
Duanmu Wuwang quietly nodded.
The fact that the two of them could chase from Duanmu Manor all the way here was almost miraculous, a method nearly akin to that of immortals; even in the Hidden Sect World, it would be considered astonishing.
Yet, they never expected to still let the boy escape.
Thinking about the boy’s speed, both couldn’t help but feel secretly terrified.
What kind of Qing Gong Technique could enhance speed to such a degree?
"Taoist cultivation techniques are truly remarkable. If we could learn this movement technique, we would be invincible, invulnerable in the martial world," Duanmu Wuwang said, his eyes flashing with greed.
Duanmu Wuwo pondered momentarily, shaking his head, "This boy’s speed is fast, but it doesn’t seem like he is using any particularly impressive Qing Gong Technique. It appears more like he pushed his speed to the limit through the profound depth of his True Yuan Essence."
Duanmu Wuwang was startled and briefly recalled the scenes he witnessed during the chase, he couldn’t help but nod quietly.
It did seem to be the case.
The boy had completely evaded capture from the two brothers through his unmatched speed, without any clever movement technique at all.
"So, he must be depleting his Inner Breath True Essence greatly, wouldn’t he run out of stamina soon?" Duanmu Wuwang’s eyes lit up.
Duanmu Wuwo coldly said, "You and I have already drained a massive amount of Primordial Spirit True Qi coming here, yet the boy only kept increasing the distance. Do you think you could last longer than him?"
Duanmu Wuwang’s expression drastically changed, shockingly said, "Brother, are you saying this boy’s True Yuan capacity exceeds ours?"
Duanmu Wuwo slowly nodded, saying solemnly, "If not, he couldn’t have escaped."
"Hiss... this... is that possible? He’s so young, how could his True Yuan capacity exceed our hundred years of hard cultivation?"
"Have you forgotten that fat fellow?" Duanmu Wuwo coldly said.
Duanmu Wuwang fell silent.
Thinking back to how that fatso had almost single-handedly suppressed all the strong individuals from the Hidden Sect’s Eight Great Forces, he still felt a chill in his heart.
"Taoist cultivation techniques are indeed mystical. Even if we can’t obtain them, we must never allow other aristocratic families and sects to monopolize them," Duanmu Wuwang said in a deep voice.
"Not only that, but we cannot allow that young man to continue to grow. He is even younger than the Fatty Taoist was back then. If we let him continue to develop, we will never be able to sleep in peace."
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Yang Fei ran frantically, crossing mountains and ridges, moving through the deep mountain forests at night like a ghost.
He did not tire, his body mechanically following the sole command to flee!
After an hour, his inner energy was nearly depleted, and intense pain spread throughout his body.
Perhaps it was the severe pain that stimulated his muddled consciousness, bringing some clarity.
Gasping...
His body continued to run wildly, but his consciousness became clearer, and even in the darkness, his vision slowly returned.
"Thud!"
Suddenly, like a machine that had lost its power source, the True Yuan inside his body was completely drained. Without the support of robust True Qi, his body lost control and was thrown out.
Rough-skinned as he was, the fall left him aching all over.
His consciousness was fully restored.
And with it came agony.
This was not just the pain of exhausted True Yuan and physical overexertion, but also the lingering damage from the huge shock his Sea of Consciousness had suffered.
Although he had successfully ambushed Duanmu Wuwo and severely wounded him, the difference in their strengths meant that while he injured his opponent, he also paid a high price.
He had almost turned into an idiot.
Although he had regained consciousness now, the trauma to his Sea of Consciousness Divine Soul was astonishing, and the backlash that ensued was immensely painful.
Under the torture of both physical and mental pain, Yang Fei rolled continuously on the ground.
Yet he did not scream out loud, as he did not know if he had completely escaped his enemy’s pursuit. Subconsciously, he restrained himself from making any sounds.
If any outsider were to see him, they would greatly admire him.
To maintain such tenacious and steadfast willpower under such torment was truly remarkable.
He did not know how long he had been rolling on the ground, his painful moans muffled in the dirt and silently absorbed by the earth.
Gradually, Yang Fei stabilized his mind with the Visualization Chapter, repeatedly consolidating his consciousness and stabilizing the injuries in his Sea of Consciousness.
Having safeguarded his mind, he began practicing his cultivation technique, trying to suppress the severe pain coming from the acupoints throughout his body.
In the depths of the dense forest, in the darkness, unnoticed by anyone, as Yang Fei sat cross-legged in meditation, practicing his cultivation technique, the flowing power of Heaven and Earth in the woods slowly moved, wrapping around his body.
The circulation within his body aligned silently with the natural cycle of Heaven and Earth. Unity of Heaven and Man.
Thirteen miles away from Yang Fei, a petite dark figure tracked the ground, following marks that appeared every few tens of meters. Under the dim moonlight filtering through the dense branches, her face was revealed—it was Immortal Yan.
At this moment, she had chased more than a hundred and forty miles from Muyun City. Despite her deep cultivation and extraordinary Qinggong skills, she was drenched in sweat.
Looking at a deep pit two meters ahead where the earth was torn open, Immortal Yan couldn’t help but be astounded: "He ran nearly two hundred miles in one breath; is he even human?"
She was thinking of giving up.
But thinking about that object that all cultivators in the world would risk their lives to obtain, Immortal Yan was filled with motivation again.
To have escaped from the pursuit of an elder from the Duanmu Family, he must have paid a significant price. Having now sprinted hundreds of miles with huge energy consumption, it was the perfect time for this young lady to take advantage.