Martial Arts Overlord

Luo Feng and Bing Ruolan were silent, facing each other, tacitly not mentioning the events that had transpired earlier.

The stone chamber was quiet, their breathing the only sound, creating an indescribable atmosphere.

Bing Ruolan stood to the side, her gaze shyly avoiding Luo Feng’s. Her small hands were clasped behind her back, her eyes lowered to her toes. A hint of crimson still lingered on her delicate face, reminiscent of the subtle pink blush on a lotus in clear water—a truly pleasing sight.

Luo Feng looked up at Bing Ruolan, his gaze inadvertently lingering on her enticing blush. A regretful sigh unexpectedly echoed in his heart.

How absurd. What on earth am I regretting?

Luo Feng paused, recognizing the absurdity of his emotions, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Bing Ruolan noticed the shattered Mysterious Essence Iron gate nearby. Her sapphire-like eyes flashed with surprise. Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "Luo Feng, have you reached the fifth level of the Sky Slayer Saber Technique?"

"Yes."

Luo Feng nodded.

Although she had anticipated this outcome, when Luo Feng confirmed it, ripples of emotion still danced in Bing Ruolan’s azure eyes.

Gazing at Luo Feng, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of Bing Ruolan’s lips. Her eyes bright and captivating, she chuckled softly, "I wonder what kind of uproar it would cause if people at the academy knew about this. According to rumors, the power of the Sky Slayer Saber Technique is comparable to that of Profound Level Martial Arts. Thirty years ago, only the ’Ghost Spirit Saber’ Duan Yuntian was able to cultivate it to the fifth level. In the decades since, no one has managed to reach the fifth level, not even the fourth..."

"’Ghost Spirit Saber’ Duan Yuntian..." Luo Feng murmured, his eyes lighting up slightly at the name.

Duan Yuntian was a genius student at the Purple Sun School thirty years ago. He later entered the Golden Palace, stepped into the sacred land of martial arts, and forged countless legends on his soaring journey. Today, he is one of the ten great Venerables of the Canglan Dynasty, his strength unfathomable!

The Ten Great Venerables... I will surpass him sooner or later...

Looking at the Tiger Soul Saber in his hand, a resolute glint flashed deep within Luo Feng’s eyes.

Getting up from the ground, Luo Feng said, "Let’s go."

Bing Ruolan nodded and straightened her clothes. As her slender, jade-like fingers brushed past her snow-white neck, the tips of her delicate ears twitched slightly, and her pearl-like earlobes flushed a bashful crimson.

Luo Feng’s gaze was sharp; he noticed the subtle change in Bing Ruolan’s expression, and his eyes involuntarily followed her fingers.

There were a few crimson marks on her sensual, snow-white neck.

Realizing these were his own handiwork, Luo Feng’s breath caught for a moment. He feigned ignorance and took the lead, walking out of the stone chamber.

Outside the stone chamber, the martial artists from the Sky Wolf Camp still stood in the same place, none of them having moved an inch. Their two leaders had been slain by Luo Feng with a single slash of his saber. Recalling Luo Feng’s terrifying gaze from before, these Sky Wolf Camp martial artists—who usually lorded it over everyone within hundreds of miles of Wolf Tooth Mountain—didn’t even dare to muster the courage to flee.

A loud clatter erupted as, upon seeing Luo Feng emerge from the stone chamber, the dozens of Sky Wolf Camp martial artists trembled, immediately dropped their weapons, and fell to their knees in unison.

"Please, sir, spare our lives!"

Luo Feng swept his gaze over these Sky Wolf Camp martial artists. "I will spare you this time," he stated coldly, black flames dancing in his deep pupils as an invisible killing intent enveloped the entire dungeon. "However, if any of you dare to commit such atrocities—pillaging, burning, and killing—ever again, I, in my capacity as the Young City Lord of Panlong City, swear that even if I must chase you to the ends of the earth, I will ensure you die without a complete corpse!"

"Thank you, Young City Lord, for your mercy!"

The kneeling men shivered. They hadn’t expected Luo Feng to be the Young City Lord of Panlong City. Although they were used to tyrannizing the area around Wolf Tooth Mountain, they were nothing compared to a behemoth like the Panlong City Lord Mansion. Immediately, they all began to kowtow repeatedly, like pounding garlic.

"All of you, get up. Release everyone from the dungeon and see to their needs. Then, bring all the ill-gotten gains you’ve plundered over the years to the square. I will deal with it." Luo Feng motioned with a wave of his hand.

Hearing this, the men felt as if they had received a great amnesty and quickly rose to carry out his orders.

"Wait." Luo Feng’s gaze swept over them, and he added coldly, "If anyone tries to take this chance to escape, or conceals anything, all of you will die with them!"

"We wouldn’t dare!" The crowd, terrified by the chilling killing intent emanating from Luo Feng, broke out in a cold sweat, their foreheads glistening. Only after Luo Feng nodded his approval did they slowly withdraw.

Luo Feng turned, intending to ask Bing Ruolan to leave with him, but found her staring at him, seemingly lost in thought. He touched his own face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Bing Ruolan shook her head gently, a small smile playing on her lips. "I’m just a bit surprised. We’ve been at the academy together for three years, yet it feels as if today is the first time I’m truly getting to know you."

Luo Feng chuckled. Indeed, the changes he had undergone recently were surprising even to himself.

Walking to the side, Luo Feng severed the heads of Qin Tai and Xu Huan, wrapped them in a black cloth, and handed them to Bing Ruolan, saying, "Mission accomplished. Let’s go."

Bing Ruolan nodded, and the bundle vanished as it touched her hand.

Luo Feng knew Bing Ruolan had a storage ring, so he wasn’t surprised.

When the two of them emerged from the dungeon, the square was already crowded with people.

"Sir," a Sky Wolf Camp martial artist said respectfully, hurrying forward as Luo Feng emerged. "All the gold and silver from the stronghold has been moved to the square, and those detained in the dungeon have been released as you instructed."

Luo Feng nodded and headed toward the square with Bing Ruolan.

In the square, over a hundred people were gathered, their faces gaunt and their clothes tattered. Yet, joy and excitement at seeing daylight again lit up their expressions. These people were either hostages ambushed by the Sky Wolf Camp on the mountain paths or laborers and women they had captured. Their days in the Sky Wolf Camp had been hellish. Now rescued, they all wept with joy.

"Thank you, brave heroes, for saving our lives! I am the shopkeeper of the Coming Travel Inn in Panlong City. I was seized by these ruffians while on business in Green Mountain City. May I be so bold as to ask the names of our young benefactors? When I return to Panlong City, I will certainly reward you generously!" a short, stout middle-aged man with sharp, intelligent eyes immediately stood up and spoke with clasped fists as Luo Feng approached. He had seen Luo Feng in the dungeon earlier and, noticing Bing Ruolan’s Purple Sun School uniform, immediately guessed that these two were the ones who had delivered them from their suffering. He hastily rose to express his gratitude.

Hearing the middle-aged merchant’s words, all eyes turned to Luo Feng and Bing Ruolan.

"Thank you, brave heroes, for saving my life! This humble girl will never forget your kindness for as long as I live!"

"Thank you..."

A large group of people fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces.

Luo Feng knew what to say. He waved his hand and announced, "Everyone, please rise. I am Luo Feng, the Young City Lord of Panlong City. Since the Sky Wolf Camp has been wreaking havoc near Panlong City, I could not simply stand by and watch."

"Luo Feng... So you are the Second Young Master of the Luo Family, one of the four great families of Panlong City!" a capable-looking middle-aged man regarded Luo Feng with a smile. "The Luo Family Head, Luotian, is renowned for his magnanimity, and Young Master Luo Feng is clearly a young hero—truly a worthy son of a great father! I am the shopkeeper of He’s Weapon Store in Green Mountain City. Upon my return, I am willing to gift the Luo Mansion one thousand Patterned Swords to express my gratitude for the Young City Lord’s life-saving benevolence."

"I am willing to provide one hundred fine steeds..."

"Five thousand piculs of grain..."

"Eighteen songstresses..."

Many of these people were prominent figures from Panlong City and its surrounding areas. Hearing that Luo Feng was the Young City Lord, they were all eager to establish a connection with him.

A flicker of pleasure crossed Luo Feng’s face. He hadn’t expected to gain such significant advantages from this chance rescue. His father had only recently become the City Lord of Panlong City. While his strength was sufficient, his foundation and resources were undoubtedly far inferior to Han Yulong’s. If he could gain the support of these influential families and powers, it would greatly facilitate his father’s endeavors in the future.

With this in mind, Luo Feng clasped his fists and thanked everyone present one by one. He then instructed the Sky Wolf Camp martial artists to look after these people well, arrange for good horses, and escort them down the mountain.

After arranging everything, Luo Feng finally proceeded to the other side of the square. Here, over ten wooden boxes were piled up. Luo Feng casually opened a few. Inside, they were neatly stacked with gold notes and entire boxes of Qi Condensing Pills!

A rough estimate placed their value at no less than fifteen million silver taels.

Fifteen million silver taels! That’s comparable to the entire assets of a medium-sized family in Panlong City. To think the Sky Wolf Camp has plundered so much wealth over the years!

Luo Feng looked at the dozen or so wooden boxes, joy appearing in his eyes.

Luo Feng hadn’t wanted to take any silver from his family, so he hadn’t taken a single tael when he left. He was currently penniless, and this windfall was a timely relief for his pressing needs.

"Ruolan, how about we split this silver?" Luo Feng turned and asked Bing Ruolan.

Bing Ruolan, who had been gazing off into the distance, immediately shook her head upon hearing his words. "I don’t want any."

Seeing Luo Feng about to speak again, Bing Ruolan’s delicate nose wrinkled slightly. "You’ve already helped me complete the mission, and you saved my life. If I were to take this silver as well, wouldn’t that make me an ungrateful person?"

Bing Ruolan’s azure eyes swept over the nearby wooden boxes. She said nonchalantly, "Besides, I’m not short of a mere few million silver taels."

A mere few million taels...

Luo Feng was momentarily stunned, his eyes flickering as he looked at Bing Ruolan.

What exactly is this girl’s identity...

A few million silver taels represented the entire assets of a small family in Panlong City. Even the elite students of the inner courtyard couldn’t easily produce such a sum. Yet, such a vast fortune seemed as insignificant as passing clouds to Bing Ruolan, which truly stoked Luo Feng’s curiosity.

Seeing Bing Ruolan’s firm stance, Luo Feng didn’t press further. Under the astonished and envious gazes of the Sky Wolf Camp martial artists, he directly transferred the dozen or so boxes of wealth into his storage ring.

CLIP-CLOP... CLIP-CLOP...

At this moment, the sound of approaching horse hooves broke the relative quiet.

Luo Feng turned to look. The rider was none other than Hu Yitian, the ’Chaotic Snow Blade,’ a genius student from the Floating Snow School whom he had encountered in the dungeon earlier.

"Friends," Hu Yitian began, riding closer and clasping his fist towards Luo Feng and Bing Ruolan. "I am Hu Yitian, an inner courtyard student from the Floating Snow School. May I ask your names?" He possessed peak sixth-level strength and, having taken healing medicine, had recovered quickly. He could now move about freely.

"Bing Ruolan, inner courtyard student of Purple Sun School."

"Luo Feng, outer courtyard student of Purple Sun School."

The three of them exchanged names.

Outer courtyard student?

Hu Yitian paused, then gave Luo Feng a profound look.