Chapter 554: Chapter 550: Hair as Fragrance, A Bow Leads to Injury

Crackling sounds echoed as cold waves filled the sky, freezing into ice.

Yet, Qin Feng continued to surge the waves upwards, surrounding Ling Jiuyuan with layer upon layer of water, which then turned into cold ice under the influence of the chilling energy, sealing him within layers, making it difficult for him to escape.

Those around were astounded, having not expected Qin Feng to possess so many techniques.

They could see clearly that Ling Jiuyuan’s strength was formidable, a match for the peak of the Purple Mansion in any place, and his combat power had even exceeded the limits normal for his level.

Moreover, his main inheritance was from the Divine Sword Lineage, with diverse and imaginative methods of attack emerging ceaselessly, refreshing the viewers while also striking fear into their hearts.

Yet, Qin Feng’s techniques were even more numerous, the various powers of laws he had used in just this short time were already numerous.

Everyone knew that Ling Jiuyuan’s Sword Dao was divine, and dealing with such a formidable sword cultivator would at least require the use of the Power of Laws.

Thus, every spell Qin Feng cast contained these powers of laws, otherwise, he would not have been able to counter Ling Jiuyuan’s divine abilities.

On closer inspection, the observers counted numerous laws demonstrated by Qin Feng up to now, which seemed incredible to ordinary cultivators. How did such a young man master so many Power of Laws so proficiently?

Qin Feng, however, was unperturbed by the shock of the crowd; he passed his hand over his head, and a strand of hair appeared between his fingers.

Holding the hair, it straightened instantly; he held it like a stick of incense, blew on it, and the hair ignited like incense offered to the divine.

However, the flame that burned the hair was eerie, tightening the hearts of all who saw it and giving an ominous feeling.

Then Qin Feng, holding the hair as if worshiping the gods, bowed deeply!

“Phew…”

Within the layers of ice, Ling Jiuyuan, who had been preparing to break free from the ice seal with a powerful sword technique, suddenly went pale and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ice in front of him crimson.

“What spell is this?”

For a moment, the onlookers were shocked, not knowing what strange technique Qin Feng had used to injure Ling Jiuyuan through the layers of ice directly!

“It must be a Curse Divine Power!”

Among the surrounding cultivators, not a few had keen insight and quickly recognized the nature of Qin Feng’s technique.

“What, a curse?”

Next to him, someone exclaimed, “Such a powerful curse that it severely injures a talented cultivator like Ling Jiuyuan outright–how intense the curse’s power must be, could it be… Qin Feng has also mastered the laws of curses?”

With that statement, the surroundings went silent for a moment, followed by a wave of murmurs as everyone’s gaze stayed fixed on Qin Feng as if looking at a monster.

The Curse Technique was rare in the cultivation world and often considered an unorthodox method.

But that did not stop people from acknowledging its formidable power and fearing its eerie nature.

Now Qin Feng had used a curse during a combat, directly harming a peer at his level, which was astounding.

“When did the Curse Technique become so easy to use?”

This question arose in everyone’s minds.

Normally, although the Curse Technique was extraordinarily elusive and hard to defend against, it was not easy to cast, often requiring many methods and usually various mediums.

Yet today, Qin Feng surprised them, using just a strand of hair to curse his opponent, which seemed to defy common understanding.

Although some knew the Beast Taming Sect’s Spiritual Snake Lineage also had a curse inheritance, the Netherworld Yin Snake Seven Incantations were strict, and up to now, very few in the Beast Taming Sect had practiced this technique. Could it be that Qin Feng had learned this inheritance?

The crowd was bewildered; cultivators from the infrequently appearing Beast Taming Sect generally kept to themselves, rarely acted alone, and even if they cursed someone, they usually hid in the shadows. Even within the Beast Taming Sect, there were few who had seen them cast spells, let alone outsiders, so the crowd could only speculate.

Seeing the curse take effect, Qin Feng couldn’t help but feel elated.

He hadn’t spent the past few years in retreat just focusing on advancing.

For him, advancing to the Purple Mansion was actually very easy, not requiring a long seclusion. What he truly did during these years was not just refining Spiritual Energy to accumulate True Yuan, but focusing his efforts on comprehending the laws and divine powers within the Spiritual Beasts.

No matter if it was the Swallowing Sky Toad or the Spring and Autumn Cicada, whether the Death Curse Crow or the Qingluan, Qin Feng had thoroughly understood the power of laws and divine skills of all the main spirit beasts within the Demon Refining Pot before he advanced to the Purple Mansion stage. Otherwise, why would he need to shut himself away for such a long time?

Since he started cultivating, he had never sequestered himself away for so many years.

However, the fruits of his years of retreat were very apparent. When he advanced to the Purple Mansion, he not only caused a great disturbance that alarmed the entire Lingxiao City, but he also skipped the initial phase of accumulation and directly achieved a nascent soul beyond what ordinary cultivators could imagine.

The Death Curse Crow could cast curses using its feathers; Qin Feng, having no feathers, ingeniously used a pulled hair as a medium for casting the spell. Though it was not as powerful as the crow’s feathers, with the blessing of the curse principle, it was formidable nonetheless.

At the very least, it had also cursed Ling Jiuyuan.

At this moment, Ling Jiuyuan only felt enveloped by an eerie and ominous aura, making him drowsy and sluggish, even his robust Sword Dao True Essence was difficult to fully exert.

Especially the thread of aura entwining his Divine Soul; it felt unbearably uncomfortable.

But his title of ‘Junior Sword God’ wasn’t for naught; his Sword Dao Cultivation had long reached a stage of ‘Illuminating Heart and Seeing Nature, with derived divine skills.

Sensing something was amiss, Ling Jiuyuan simultaneously tried to eliminate the ominous aura wrapped within his body using his Sword Intent and mobilized his Sword Essence, preparing to forcefully exhibit his Divine Power to break the ice mountain and escape.

Otherwise, trapped here, he could only passively endure Qin Feng’s attacks.

Ling Jiuyuan felt this opponent’s methods were unpredictable; who knew if more unfathomable Magical Divine Powers might appear later? He decided it was better to leave the ice and engage in a fighting method more adept to sword cultivators outside; otherwise, he feared being stealthily doomed in this place.

Just as he hadn’t yet dispelled the internal ominousness and before his Sword Qi could be executed, he saw Qin Feng reach up again, grabbing directly at a strand of hair, appearing ready to pluck the strand entirely to use it to cast a curse on him, which caused Ling Jiuyuan to lose color in fright.

Earlier, just a single hair had caused him to be stricken with a curse. If dozens or even hundreds of hairs were used together to cast a spell, could he be directly cursed to death by Qin Feng?

Not only did Ling Jiuyuan think this, but the onlookers also harbored the same thought.

Especially the Sword Cultivators from Taiyi Mountain across from them.

Thus, they immediately became restless.

The first to act was not the other arrogant-faced young man, but Zhuo Feifan.

Deep inside, he actually wished Ling Jiuyuan would be killed by Qin Feng–it would mean one less upright competitor.

Although he was internally crafty, he had a clear understanding of situations; from the earlier incident when Duan Shanhe was not killed, but instead was saved by a Divine Light descending from the ninth heaven, he knew that under the watch of the great powers from various sects, they would find it difficult to fight to the death.

Since it was destined that Ling Jiuyuan would not die here, he didn’t mind doing him a favor. Thus, he was exceptionally active in this moment, shouting, “Zhuo cannot allow you to harm Junior Brother Ling.”

Before his voice fell, he pinched a Sword Technique, and with a swoosh, his Flying Sword shot across the sky, turning into a hundred-yard long Sword Qi slashing directly toward Qin Feng.

Seeing this, Qin Feng couldn’t help but silently praise, acknowledging that this man was indeed becoming better at acting.

However, his raised hand was just for show; he would not really pull a bunch of his own hair out in public. To actually use such a method to cast Curse Divine Power, he feared he wouldn’t last long before becoming bald–if the Mituom Buddha were to lay eyes on him and declare he was fated with Buddha, what then?

Additionally, using Curse Divine Power, one strand of hair and a hundred strands didn’t really make a difference; it was just a medium after all. As long as there was something to use, he had only intended to scare his opponent to facilitate casting other techniques secretly.

Now that Zhuo Feifan had made his move, Qin Feng dared not be careless.

Although Zhuo Feifan’s temperament was somewhat flawed, his Sword Dao Talent was indeed formidable, and his strength was not necessarily weaker than Ling Jiuyuan’s. It was only that he had not gained as many advantages in the Otherworld as Ling Jiuyuan, and after returning to Biluo, the Qi Fortune granted by the Heavenly Dao was also somewhat weak, which caused him to lose the title of the first True Inheritance of Taiyi Mountain to Ling Jiuyuan.

At this moment, his Sword Qi filled the sky with tremendous force, compelling Qin Feng to take him seriously.

With a thump, Qin Feng stomped harshly on the ground, and quickly a stone wall rose from the earth, blocking in front of Zhuo Feifan’s Sword Qi.

Then Qin Feng flicked his ten fingers continuously, sending out beams of Golden Light, his Gold-Breaking Finger Divine Power constantly targeting Zhuo Feifan, its sharpness in no way inferior to the opponent’s Sword Qi.

In an instant, the two were locked in battle. Qin Feng intentionally let Zhuo Feifan display his prowess in front of others, and thus did not immediately use Great Divine Power to defeat him outright, but rather engaged Zhuo Feifan in a prolonged fight.

Meanwhile, Ling Jiuyuan, no longer hindered by Qin Feng, successfully broke through the ice, standing in mid-air with a complex expression watching the two fighting. He felt quite uneasy inside.

Though he felt he hadn’t lost yet, he had to admit that earlier he had indeed fallen into a disadvantageous position, and if Qin Feng’s Curse Technique was really as strong as he believed, then he would definitely have ended up severely injured. If it were a fight to the death, he would surely face a near-death situation.

Moreover, seeing the techniques Qin Feng was currently using, many of which had not been used against him before, made him unable to guess how much more powerful hidden divine skills Qin Feng still possessed.