The main peak of Yunhai Sect is surrounded by eight towering mountains, and it is connected to these mountains. Yunhai Sect disciples can explore these peaks to find secluded places for focused cultivation. After all, the eight peaks are vast and high, making it easy to find a quiet place to train.

At this moment, on a cliffside, there is a wide, suspended space in the air, with a vast sea of clouds stretching below, creating a peaceful and awe-inspiring sight. However, Lin Feng is not in the mood to appreciate the view. Sweat pours from him as he repeatedly practices a single move: drawing his sword.

“Crack!” Another loud explosion rings out, and the rocks on the cliff shatter. A slender sword mark embeds itself into the cliffside, the trace of Lin Feng's "Sword Drawing Technique." He has been practicing here for seven days, leaving deep sword scars of varying lengths across the cliff face in a random pattern.

The Sword Drawing Technique focuses on two things: speed, extreme speed, and power. At the moment of drawing the sword, it explodes with unmatched force. As for the trajectory or angle of the strike, it is entirely free-form. There is only one strike, and if there were a fixed form, it would be easy for the opponent to anticipate. The Sword Drawing Technique doesn’t rely on any set sword form.

Lin Feng ignores the sweat on his body, continuing to repeat the movement. Gaining strength is not something that happens overnight. Only through persistence and a tenacious will can one become a true martial arts master. Lin Feng always remembers this from his past life—this world is filled with both passion and danger. Without power, one could be killed, just as he once was.

After a long time, the dark phantom behind him fades, and his mind becomes slightly disoriented. He finally stops his sword-drawing practice and retracts his martial soul. The martial soul is the soul of a warrior, and constant use is highly taxing on the mind.

He sheathes his soft sword into its jeweled, beast-skin scabbard and begins practicing a movement technique. His figure flickers, moving like a shadow in the wind, as he practices the swift technique of "Floating Light and Shadow." As the sun gradually sets, Lin Feng rests against the cliff, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds below, a bright smile on his face. From this high peak, the view is breathtaking.

“It’s time to find a cave for cultivation,” Lin Feng thinks as he gets up and heads toward the mountain.

Not long after, he finds several caves, but they are all occupied. Just then, he arrives at a mountain stream and looks ahead. His gaze sharpens.

“A line of sky!” Ahead, a tall peak seems to have been split by a sword, leaving a narrow path in the middle wide enough for two people to pass. From afar, it looks like a thin line.

"I wonder what’s inside?" Lin Feng’s heart stirs as he moves toward this "Line of Sky." The water in the stream seems to flow from beneath this narrow path.

At a distance, two low-ranking outer disciples spot Lin Feng entering the Line of Sky and sneer. "This fool’s in for trouble. Does he not know this is Sister Liu Fei’s territory?"

"Liu Fei is much stronger than us, ranking among the top in the low-level outer disciples. You should be calling her ‘Senior Sister.’"

While the two whisper, Lin Feng has already walked into the Line of Sky. As he moves forward, he suddenly finds that the narrow path opens up into a hidden space. To his surprise, it is vast and expansive, with a large lake on the left side. Steam rises from the lake, revealing a natural hot spring.

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"This is a great place. Perfect for a bath," Lin Feng mutters. His clothes, drenched in sweat, cling to his skin, making him uncomfortable. He quickly removes his top and jumps into the hot spring.

"So comfortable," Lin Feng sighs in pleasure. But just then, a rustling sound comes from the other side of the lake, and suddenly a long, smooth strand of hair emerges from the water. Lin Feng is taken aback, and soon he sees a beautiful face. The young girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, extraordinarily beautiful, with flawless skin—something common in this world due to the benefits of martial arts cultivation.

However, the girl's eyes are anything but friendly. Flames of anger burn in her gaze. It is Liu Fei, who has been cultivating and enhancing her inner energy in the hot spring. She had not expected a sect disciple to shamelessly show up in her bathing and cultivation spot.

"Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was here," Lin Feng says apologetically, quickly standing up and leaving. He recognizes Liu Fei as the most beautiful outer disciple in the sect.

However, Liu Fei’s expression doesn’t soften. Did he really not know? In this mountain range, every disciple of Yunhai Sect knows that the Line of Sky is her personal cultivation place. This thief must have done it intentionally to tease her.

Lin Feng truly didn't know. In his past life, he was weak and timid, never having trained in this area of the mountain. Although Liu Fei is exceptionally beautiful, Lin Feng merely feels a fleeting stir in his heart, not thinking much of it. He quickly puts his clothes back on and leaves.

“You think you can just leave?” A cold voice rings out as Lin Feng is about to exit the Line of Sky. Turning around, he sees Liu Fei, her hands holding a bow, an arrow aimed directly at him.

“What do you want?” Lin Feng frowns. He hasn’t done anything inappropriate, and he has already apologized. This must be a misunderstanding.

Without answering, Liu Fei draws her bow with elegant grace, pulls an arrow, and fires. The arrow whistles through the air with a deadly force, aimed directly at Lin Feng.

“Impressive.” Lin Feng’s eyes flicker as he senses the tremendous power of the arrow. Without hesitation, he releases the Ninth Wave technique, causing a powerful surge of energy to collide with the arrow. The arrow shudders but only slows slightly before continuing its deadly flight toward Lin Feng.

“You want to kill me?” Lin Feng’s voice turns angry. The arrow contains a force of at least seven thousand pounds, and if it were the old Lin Feng, he would have been down already.

"So what if I do?" Another arrow is quickly nocked, and a phantom arrow materializes behind Liu Fei. The golden arrow locks onto Lin Feng’s energy signature.

Lin Feng’s heart skips a beat as a cold shiver runs down his spine. This phantom arrow can lock onto his very essence—an ability unique to the Arrow Martial Soul.

“Whummm...” The bowstring trembles, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom arrow is released.

“Floating Light and Shadow, Extreme Speed, Ninth Wave!” Lin Feng’s body retreats ten meters as the powerful waves push against the incoming arrow. However, the arrow’s speed remains relentless, and despite his efforts, the attack continues to close in on him.

Liu Fei’s arrow is far stronger than Lin Feng anticipated. As one of the top disciples in the low-ranking outer sect, and with her Arrow Martial Soul, the power behind this arrow exceeds nine thousand pounds. Even with his Ninth Wave, Lin Feng cannot stop it.

Lin Feng’s body is forced onto his back, but the arrow changes direction in midair, as though it possesses a life of its own, and continues its pursuit.

“Damn!” Lin Feng roars. A brilliant flash of white light bursts forth, and in an instant, the arrow is cleaved in two, while Lin Feng vanishes into the distance with incredible speed.

"Was that a sword technique?" Liu Fei mutters to herself before quickly chasing after him.

Not far from the Line of Sky, the two disciples who had been watching the drama are stunned when they see Lin Feng escape so quickly. "Liu Fei didn’t finish him off?"

"Maybe Liu Fei just didn’t want to bother with him."

Meanwhile, Liu Fei steps out of the Line of Sky, her alluring figure causing the two disciples to gulp. They quickly hide and only peek out, savoring the rare view. Liu Fei’s beauty and strength have attracted numerous male suitors, some of whom are powerful inner sect disciples, and they certainly don't want to anger any of them by spying on her like this.

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