Chapter 207: Descendants of the Nine Li

She wore a pleated skirt below, a silver-edged apron above, and on her head, a tall hat made from two ivory tusks and silver ornaments…

In the bamboo sea, three women with unusual clothing flashed by and vanished into the forest sea, leaving only a piercing flute sound that occasionally drifted through. But, just from that brief glimpse, Mu Feng immediately recognized them as members of the Nine Li tribe.

South of Jianshui, the endless stretch of high mountains and dense forests no longer belonged to the Tongtian Empire, but was the territory of the Southern Tribes.

In people’s minds, that was an uncivilized wilderness. It was filled with miasma, overrun with poisonous insects, had many mountains and little flat land, and the living environment was extremely harsh. The men all carried blades, and at the slightest disagreement, they would engage in life-or-death duels. The women kept poisonous insects and were adept at so-called gu sorcery, which could make a person’s life worse than death.

It was said that the Southern Tribes themselves could be divided into many smaller tribes. They fought fiercely amongst themselves, but when facing an external enemy, they united against the outsider, collectively calling themselves the Nine Li tribe. For decades, they had stubbornly resisted the encroachment of the Tongtian Dynasty and even ventured out to plunder. In the Southern Borderlands, the mere mention of them often made people pale with fear.

This place was at least several hundred miles from the border. What were these Nine Li women doing here, and why were they driving so many poisonous insects to block his path?

Mu Feng stood on the carriage roof, silent and contemplative. He calmly observed the situation, not rushing recklessly into the dense forest.

Seeing this scene, he quickly thought of the great devil leader, Blind Master Bi Luotian. Besides him, who else had the capability to summon experts from the Southern Tribes to deal with him?

The official road was crowded with creepy poisonous snakes, but the real danger perhaps lurked deep within the forest sea. If he rashly charged in, he might accidentally fall right into the enemy’s ambush, with no return.

Mu Feng had already experienced the fearsomeness of that great devil leader, Blind Master, and did not dare be the slightest bit careless.

Hiss…

Driven by the flute sound, the dark mass of snakes surged forward like a tide, each raising its head high. Their crimson tongues flicked in and out, the foul stench assaulting the nostrils, making one’s scalp crawl.

“Young… Young Master Mu, what should we do?”

Looking at the swarm of snakes heavily surrounding the carriage, the driver, Uncle Fu, turned pale and trembled uncontrollably. Seeing a giant serpent not far away coldly gaze his way and open its bloody maw, as if about to swallow him whole, he couldn’t help but let out a terrified scream, scared out of his wits.

“Don’t be afraid, Uncle Fu. With me here, no one can harm you! Liushuang, protect the carriage and Uncle Fu. Leave the rest to me!”

With an angry shout, Mu Feng stretched out his hand, and a ferocious blood-red spear quickly appeared. The next moment, it roared through the air and struck the head of the giant serpent eyeing Uncle Fu, nailing it dead to the ground. Following that, a set of fierce-looking armor manifested on his body, wrapping him securely from head to toe, leaving only a pair of cold eyes visible. He lightly tapped his toe on the carriage roof and flew out.

Swish…

While still in the air, Mu Feng abruptly drew the Black Inscription Heavy Sword from his back, tore off the cloth strips wrapped around it, and coldly swung it downwards. With a thud, the giant serpent, whose head was nailed but whose body was still writhing wildly, was directly smashed into a pulp.

The heavy sword had no edge!

This heavy sword was a gift from the far-traveling Xing Jiu. Dozens of ordinary strong men couldn’t even lift it, but Mu Feng handled it with ease. This mountainously heavy sword displayed its full power in his hands! No matter how fierce a serpent looked, with just a light tap from him on its head, it turned into pulp and died.

“I embark on the Way through slaughter, I carry the Dao via blood, kill, kill, kill…”

Mu Feng’s sword energy swept across as he brutally carved a path of blood through the dark swarm of snakes. Wherever he passed, it was a scene of carnage; with every swing of his sword, a serpent was inevitably smashed into pulp. Holding the sword in his right hand, he occasionally made a grasping motion with his left, and glowing blood pearls appeared one by one. At the same time, the massive bodies of the serpents fallen on the ground rapidly withered, turning into dried-up corpses.

Blood Refining Yang Seizing!

While attacking, Mu Feng did not hesitate to use the Blood Refining Art and the Sun-Stealing True Scripture, plundering the essence blood and Yang Energy of the snake swarm.

Aside from wraiths, any living thing possessed Yang Energy, some more, some less. Even the cold-blooded serpents were no exception. On the contrary, although the Yang Energy within them wasn’t abundant, it consisted of strands of pure Yang energy. Beneath their cold exterior lay vigorous vitality. The more vigorous the Yang Energy, the fiercer they usually were, and the more terrifying the potent toxins inside them.

Several hundred thousand venomous snakes and serpents of all sizes gathered together—even an expert at the Elite Realm would probably feel their scalp crawl and choose to detour. Yet, Mu Feng charged out without hesitation, charging back and forth three times, crushing and killing the dense snake swarm.

His attacks were sharp. Sometimes a single downward strike smashed a dozen entangled venomous snakes into pulp at once. The dense mass of venomous snakes fought back fiercely, but they were all blocked by the ferocious blood armor on his body. They couldn’t bite through it at all, and even spitting venom on it was useless. Whenever Mu Feng stirred the hot, rolling blood energy within him, the dimmed blood armor immediately restored itself.

Hiss…

Driven by the flute, a giant venomous snake, nearly a hundred meters long, slithered over. It raised its head high and spat a large mouthful of lethal venom; the air sizzled. A single drop would immediately bore a hole in the ground, its corrosiveness astonishing. It moved swiftly, its bloody maw wide open. It seemed not only was its venom fearsome, but it also attempted to swallow Mu Feng from behind in one gulp.

“Ah… Young Master Mu, behind you! Run!”

Witnessing this shocking scene, the already pale carriage driver Uncle Fu screamed in terror. Even He Liushuang, who was guarding the carriage and deploying the Yinfeng Formation to block the snake invasion, couldn’t help but feel a jolt in her heart. Just as she prepared to rush over to assist, Mu Feng suddenly turned around.

“Seeking death!”

Looking at the fierce venomous snake, Mu Feng snorted coldly and violently stirred the blood energy within his body. Instantly, a wave of heat rolled out, and his blood energy soared to the sky, repelling all the venom about to land on him back onto the giant serpent.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle… Immediately, holes were corroded into the body of the fiercely charging giant serpent by its own venom, some so deep the bone was visible. Its originally smooth, massive body became uneven, emitting wisps of black smoke. After a wretched, piercing hiss, it proved formidable even injured, going berserk and accelerating its bite towards Mu Feng. The terrifying bloody maw reached right above Mu Feng’s head in an instant.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Just as the carriage driver Uncle Fu stared in horror, thinking Mu Feng was doomed, an overwhelming wave of heat suddenly burst forth from Mu Feng’s body. Ferocious blood vines erupted from within him, deeply drilling into the giant serpent’s bloody maw, churning up its internal organs and plundering its essence blood and vitality. In the blink of an eye, the hundred-meter-long terrifying giant serpent was reduced to almost nothing but a thin snakeskin, floating lightly to the ground.

“Incredible, is he really a scholar?”

The carriage driver Uncle Fu stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded and unable to believe it.

Although he had long heard that this Jianning scholar Mu Feng possessed magical and unfathomable cultivation, a scholar was still a scholar. How powerful could a weak scholar who couldn’t cultivate since childhood really be?

Uncle Fu had always dismissed the rumors from the streets with a laugh, never believing them. Now, he realized he was completely wrong! Mu Feng, who appeared so scholarly, once he revealed his edge, was far more than just magical and unfathomable. He was practically a tyrannical god of slaughter