Zhou Feng quickly left the market while pondering over a few things.
‘When did I ever obtain a spiritual artifact? Is someone trying to frame me?’
He didn’t even have a completely nourished soul artifact, so where had this spiritual-artifact rumor come from?
The person who had spread this rumor was most likely from the Flying Eagle Society—Zhao Wu, to be more precise.
That was because the only person in the inner sect who had a grudge against him was Zhao Wu.
The others might have heard of his name, but they had only heard of him.
Zhou Feng had been spending most of his time on Bitter Bamboo Peak. No one would be so stupid as to take the initiative to cause trouble without a grudge.
Therefore, the person who had spread this rumor was most likely Zhao Wu.
‘Spiritual artifact, eh? This seems to be a good excuse!’
The rumor that he had a spiritual artifact suddenly gave him an idea. That was how he would make people continuously send themselves to his door!
Zhou Feng wanted to collect souls passively, so he was destined to kill.
But as mentioned before, he couldn’t just walk up to someone’s door and kill like a madman.
Then, why not let others send themselves to his door?
A spiritual artifact! This was the perfect excuse.
Coincidentally, he had something here that could pass off as a spiritual artifact.
Zhou Feng rummaged through his storage bag for a while and took out the Blood Cicada Jade Pendant.
He had obtained this when he was in the outer sect, so he couldn’t sense anything special about it at that time.
However, after breaking through to the Soul Altar realm, he could use the power of his Divine Soul to pry into this Blood Cicada Jade Pendant’s secrets.
In fact, there were no secrets at all. This was not a concealed divine artifact at all.
It was just a special piece of jade. When worn close to the body, it could collect the Blood Qi that was usually emitted, store it, and slowly channel it back to the wearer.
Moreover, this channeling effect was most effective when the wearer was in the Body Tempering realm.
‘A spiritual artifact…’
Zhou Feng wore the Blood Cicada Jade Pendant around his neck.
The fact that he had a spiritual artifact was a joke to Soul Altar realm cultivators.
It would be an exaggeration to say that more than one person in the entire Tri-Gu Sect had a spiritual artifact. As for a person who had just broken through to the Soul Altar realm?
Impossible!
Therefore, when the true disciples had heard this, they must have definitely smiled lightly.
As for the inner disciples, many people believed this rumor.
After all, the sect adopted a kind of imperceptible sealing of cultivation knowledge.
If Zhou Feng hadn’t obtained the jade slip of inheritance, then he might not know anything. He might even be more ignorant than some inner disciples.
People with a high cultivation realm seemed to have a tacit understanding with people with a low cultivation realm.
That was to seal the upper layer of cultivation knowledge.
Only when one reached this realm would they be qualified to obtain this knowledge.
Therefore, the lower the cultivation realm, the more foolish and exaggerated things seemed in this world.
The outer sect—the Gu Refinement Cave where Zhou Feng had crawled out of—was such an example.
Other than doing hard labor and cultivating hard, one could not obtain any information about the outside world. There were only bits and pieces of half-true and half-false information at most.
‘I’m afraid that there are quite a number of people in the inner sect who won’t be able to hold on much longer. These people won’t be able to break through on their own. A spiritual artifact is enough to be their last hope!’
Zhou Feng thought about this matter as he slowly returned to Bitter Bamboo Peak. He planned to rest for a while before going out to take action at night. After all, if he took action at night, the commotion would be smaller, and it would be harder to be discovered.
To be honest, a thought suddenly arose in Zhou Feng’s mind.
‘If I kill all the inner Tri-Gu disciples, will my Soul Altar break through to a Grade-1 one?’
He just didn’t know what realm the strongest Tri-Gu expert had reached.
For the Tri-Gu Sect to be able to dominate this region, the Sect Leader should at least be at the Purple Mansion realm!
He wondered what it would be like for a Purple Mansion cultivator to fight.
As he walked, Zhou Feng’s perception told him that someone was following behind him.
This person was a little far away from him, but Zhou Feng had sensed due to the passive Master Hunter. Although it wasn’t reflected in the data, the 12 points of perception he had gained made it extremely easy for him to detect the situation around him.
Just like now, the person following him was still a distance away from him.
Zhou Feng had already sensed him.
‘Who is following me?’
He thought for a moment and stood at the same spot, waiting for the person following him.
…
Han Qi was carrying a Tracking Gu in his hand, and he was traveling leisurely.
‘A small fry who has just broken through to the Soul Altar realm. They actually asked me to rope him in personally. What a waste of time!
‘What kind of person is this? I’m afraid he doesn’t even have a soul artifact right now! Maybe he hasn’t even mastered a dao technique!’
As a genius disciple of the Penta-Poison Peak, Han Qi actually didn’t think much of Zhou Feng.
Even though Zhou Feng was also in the Soul Altar realm, this kind of poor Soul Altar realm was actually not much different from the Qi Condensation realm.
Given the Grand Elder’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t help Zhou Feng in the slightest.
Perhaps, in the end, Zhou Feng would even end up in the Grand Elder’s belly.
Now, spending resources to rope in such a person, wasn’t this a waste of resources?
Even if he was a Soul Altar cultivator, so what? It didn’t affect the situation of fighting for the Sect Leader position at all.
Han Qi noticed that Zhou Feng had been waiting there, and his tone was extremely frivolous. “Yo! Your senses are pretty good! You can actually sense me!”
At that moment, Zhou Feng finally saw who was following him.
It was a man of medium build. He looked unexpectedly young, and… did not look like an adult?
Han Qi was handsome, and his skin was smooth like a 15-year-old youth.
However, the arrogant look between his brows made people feel a little uncomfortable.
In layman’s terms, he resembled an arrogant good-looking teenager.
‘Grade-8 Soul Altar realm?’
Zhou Feng sensed Han Qi’s realm and realized that he was actually slightly more powerful than him.
‘How old is he? He actually succeeded in forging a Soul Altar? He looks even younger than Liu Yan!’
This was probably the first genuine genius he had encountered!
His Battle Instinct was also warning Zhou Feng that the person in front of him was very dangerous.
Han Qi was displeased as Zhou Feng was standing there in a daze. “Eh? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Logically speaking, Zhou Feng should at least reply to what he said just now!
No matter if it were good or bad, there would always be some reaction.
However, Zhou Feng’s expression was wooden. He only stared at Han Qi and had no intention of speaking at all.
Zhou Feng remained silent and circulated his Spiritual Qi, ready to fight at any time.
“As expected! All Bitter Bamboo disciples are lunatics and idiots! Forget it! I won’t waste any more time!”
Han Qi was also too lazy to pay heed to Zhou Feng’s silence, so he went straight to the point and stated his intentions.