The Capital's Dragon Doctor

Seeing Lin Feng try to get around him, Murong Yuan explained with a faint smile on his lips.

Hearing this, Lin Feng studied Murong Yuan's face carefully. After a full minute, he finally nodded without a word, turned, and walked in the direction Murong Yuan had indicated.

Murong Yuan, however, remained standing there. Only after Lin Feng's back had completely vanished from sight did the smile slowly fade from his face. He then turned and walked toward his own villa.

"The kid is on his way. Remember, you have half an hour. I want him dead!"

...

'That Great Elder is a little strange,' Lin Feng thought to himself as he dragged the corpse along the path.

After that brief probing exchange, Lin Feng was finally certain that the man was targeting him.

Moreover, he could clearly tell from Murong Yuan's words that he had come to recruit him. It even seemed like he didn't want Murong Yi Yun to be saved.

And Murong Yuan's final words made Lin Feng even more wary. He felt that some shocking secret was hidden within all of this.

'I'll go take a look first.'

Lin Feng muttered to himself and continued walking toward the back mountain.

He actually had a suspicion—he guessed that the person behind last night's attack was the Great Elder.

But without any solid evidence, he couldn't be sure.

After all, he had no grievances or grudges with the Murong Clan. There was no reason for them to harm him like this.

Besides, even if he were to accuse the Great Elder of sending someone to kill him now, without proof, the man could easily get away with it.

This was, after all, a place the man had operated in for decades. And with his status second only to the Patriarch, arranging such things would be all too easy.

This was the main reason Lin Feng was heading to the back mountain.

If Patriarch Murong was here, he could demand an explanation. If he wasn't, or if assassins were lying in ambush, then that would prove the Murong Clan's Great Elder was the one behind it all!

Various thoughts flashed through Lin Feng's mind as his pace quickened. Soon, he had left the courtyard and arrived at the back mountain.

The back mountain was an area the Murong Clan had specially built for its members to live and cultivate.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi here was much denser than in the front mountain area, but its main advantage was its quiet and elegant atmosphere, suitable for a Cultivator's secluded meditation.

But right now, the air here felt strange. A thick smell of blood hung in the air, mixed with the faint stench of rot.

"Hm?"

Lin Feng frowned and took a few steps forward.

Then, he suddenly felt a gust of wind. A jet-black Willow Leaf Dart shot through the air, aimed straight for the vital point between his eyes.

"Petty tricks."

Lin Feng scoffed. He reached for his waist and grabbed the dagger of the deceased Zhou Tianyu.

Then, he swung the dagger in his right hand. A sharp white glint flashed, instantly blocking the powerful Willow Leaf Dart.

His movements swift, he plunged the dagger into the ground, using the friction to slow his backward momentum.

"What kind of rat only dares to launch a sneak attack?"

Putting away his weapon, Lin Feng slowly stood up straight. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he scanned his surroundings and shouted coldly.

"Jye jye jye, you're pretty sharp, kid, to have noticed."

A sinister, strange laugh echoed out, and then a rather skinny young man slowly emerged from the bushes.

His hawk-like eyes were fixed on the vital points of Lin Feng's body, and a ferocious smile played on his lips.

"Oh? So it seems this was all a trap laid by the so-called Great Elder!"

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, a dangerous light glinting within them, but he wasn't surprised.

After hearing Murong Yuan's words, he had already prepared for such a situation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have counterattacked so quickly just now.

"Heh heh heh, Lin Feng, since you already know everything, what makes you think you can leave here alive?"

"Even if you had three heads and six arms today, don't even think about getting away from me, Zhou Yi, alive."

The young man stared grimly at Lin Feng, his eyes cold as he spoke. Then, with a flip of his palm, several black Willow Leaf Darts appeared in his hand. With a flicker of his body, he was instantly in front of Lin Feng.

SWOOSH!

A series of sharp whistles sounded as the Willow Leaf Darts, propelled by Zhou Yi, transformed into several streaks of light and shot toward Lin Feng.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yi took the opportunity to retreat to a distance, waiting for Lin Feng to reveal an opening.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A series of crisp, metallic clashes rang out as Lin Feng, dagger in hand, easily blocked the attack of the Willow Leaf Darts.

"To be able to block that move… no wonder you're the one who killed that waste of space, Zhou Tianyu. You really have some skill."

A cold smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face. He wasn't surprised; Lin Feng's performance was exactly as he had predicted.

"Hmph, nothing special."

Lin Feng sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. The power of Zhou Yi's darts was only about the same as the silver needles he himself could throw.

Since he was already on his guard, how could Zhou Yi's Willow Leaf Darts possibly hurt him?

Moreover, these Willow Leaf Darts had been thrown without any Inner Strength infused into them, so their power was naturally much weaker.

This gave Lin Feng a complete advantage, leaving him entirely unafraid of Zhou Yi's attacks.

"Heh heh, let's see if you can still talk so tough in a moment."

Zhou Yi gave a grim smile. He reached for his waist and suddenly produced a Soft Sword. With a shift of his feet, he lunged toward Lin Feng like a venomous snake.

And though Zhou Yi held a Soft Sword, his posture was graceful and agile. He showed no sign of attacking, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, yet the power of his attacks was terrifying!

Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately raised his guard.

He could feel that the attack Zhou Yi was unleashing now was several times stronger than Zhou Tianyu's.

'As expected of someone sent by the Murong Clan's Great Elder. He's no simpleton.'

But Lin Feng's expression remained calm. Without stopping, he met the attack head-on, dagger in hand, his body moving like a phantom between the tree branches.

BANG!

A dull thud sounded out. Lin Feng's figure came to a stop about three meters from Zhou Yi. He looked at the man before him and said coldly, "Is that all you've got?"

"Haha, of course that's not all I've got! Today, you will die without a doubt."

Zhou Yi threw his head back and laughed. He then tightened his grip on the Soft Sword, lunging viciously. The blade flashed with a cold light as it instantly stabbed toward Lin Feng's throat.

SHIIING!

The body of the sword trembled, letting out a mournful cry. Then, under the light of the early morning sun, streaks of cold light shot out from it.

Each of these cold glints contained terrifying power. If even a single one were to graze an ordinary person, it would instantly pierce right through them!