Urban All-Round Master

Before the words were finished, Xiluo suddenly launched an attack, kicking up a gust of wind underfoot and fiercely kicking at Lin Zifeng.

With keen senses, how could he not detect this kick? Lin Zifeng forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and subtly shifted to the right, causing Xiluo’s kick to miss.

Just now, Lin Zifeng’s dodge seemed ordinary, but the speed involved in his movement technique was known only to him.

The sudden kick of a Sub-Saint Realm Seventh Layer was extremely fast; while Lin Zifeng avoided it, he had to feign being inadvertently kicked by Xiluo.

Though not kicked solidly, a gust of wind brushed past Lin Zifeng’s abdomen, tearing a gap in his clothes.

”Thump, thump, thump...”

Retreating several steps backward, Lin Zifeng stopped himself, only to find his previously relaxed hands now clenched tightly, veins bulging.

Had Xiluo’s kick been solid, had it been directed at an ordinary person, their internal organs would have been shattered into pieces!

This Xiluo, ultimately, still wants my life!

Lin Zifeng’s heart was filled with killing intent, while Xiluo was angry mixed with some confusion and shock.

Angry because as the Lord of the Four Directions, this guy who is merely a slave dared to dodge his kick; confused and shocked because the force of the kick was not small, the speed not slow, yet this guy, seemingly bewildered, managed to avoid the critical spot!

Dongfang Ziyue’s slave is definitely not simple, at least not an ordinary person.

Thinking of this, Xiluo’s face grew sullen, casting sidelong glances at Lin Zifeng by his side, wiping footprints.

At this point, if Dongfang Ziyue does not stand out, Xiluo might start to suspect. Her slave being bullied, how can she as the owner remain indifferent?

”Xiluo, what do you mean by this? You dare, in my presence, to want my slave’s life. Could it be that as Lord of the Four Directions, you can treat human life as grass?”

While reprimanding, Dongfang Ziyue subtly moved ahead of Lin Zifeng, blocking Xiluo’s view. This was her little selfish act, afraid he might suddenly strike Lin Zifeng.

As the words just fell, Dongfang Ziyue shook her right hand, a flash of green, and the Green Phoenix Sword was in her hand again: ”If you dare act like that again, don’t blame my Green Phoenix Sword for being merciless!”

Faced with Dongfang Ziyue’s threat, Xiluo felt a bit hesitant, for this was the Book Pavilion, and if a real fight broke out, the valuable books inside might get destroyed, leading to a disaster.

Dongfang Ziyue’s strength at Sub-Saint Realm First Layer was of no concern to Xiluo, but the Dongka behind her made Xiluo somewhat apprehensive.

Having become Lords of the Four Directions, they openly and secretly fought constantly, yet Dongka always had the upper hand over Xiluo.

On the eve of calamity, Dongka being able to hand over his token to Dongfang Ziyue already placed her in an important position. How could Xiluo not understand this reasoning?

It was just yesterday that he visited the secluded White Sky Venerable, whose implied meaning was to keep a close watch on Dongfang Ziyue and seize the opportunity to weaken Dongka’s power.

Hence, Xiluo was filled with killing intent for Lin Zifeng, who was pretending to be a slave today.

Recollecting, Xiluo decided to leave today’s matter be. If Dongfang Ziyue fights him desperately, and he injures or kills her, Dongka’s side will definitely not let it end easily!

Thinking over, Xiluo’s face turned sullen, gritted his teeth and said: ”Fine, I will give you face today, but don’t blame me for not warning you, keep an eye on your slave, next time, it won’t be just a simple kick!”

As soon as the words fell, Xiluo flicked his long sleeves and quickly walked out of the Book Pavilion. Near the wooden door, he suddenly stopped; although he didn’t turn back, the tone was still mocking: ”By the way, night is falling, the Book Pavilion has its rules, limit the two of you to leave within ten minutes, otherwise... hmph...”

A cold snort, Xiluo secretly used the power of Sub-Saint Realm Seventh Layer, which fell into the ears of the two behind him.

Lin Zifeng was unscathed, after all, with the cultivation of a Saint, how could he fear a mere Sub-Saint Realm? But Dongfang Ziyue beside him was not as fine; her body staggered, her previously somber face now became pale.

She bit her teeth, suppressing back a mouthful of blood, only adding some redness to her previously pale lips.

At this, the door’s Xiluo quickly walked outside, but neither noticed Xiluo’s brief turn, seeing Lin Zifeng unharmed.

And Lin Zifeng didn’t notice because he was supporting Dongfang Ziyue’s delicate body, asking in a deep voice: ”Miss Dongfang, are you alright?”

Shaking her head, Dongfang Ziyue walked out of Lin Zifeng’s arms, her back to him, and said indifferently: ”Sorry, for what just happened, I am partly to blame, hope you won’t take it to heart.”

Although her tone was aloof, Dongfang Ziyue’s cold face showed some apology, which Lin Zifeng couldn’t see from behind.

Smiling wryly and scratching his head, Lin Zifeng returned to his usual magnanimity: ”Oh, turns out Miss Dongfang can apologize, I used to think from your expression that everyone in this world owed you something.”

Lin Zifeng’s teasing made the rare apology in Dongfang Ziyue disappear, replaced with a cold expression instead.

With a cold snort, Dongfang Ziyue retorted without weakness: ”Hmph, I, Dongfang Ziyue, act in a forthright manner, I will admit fault when necessary, don’t trouble yourself.”

Changing the topic, Dongfang Ziyue continued: ”According to Xiluo’s words, today’s secret can’t be checked, let’s go out first to avoid further trouble from him.”

Saying this, Dongfang Ziyue didn’t care about Lin Zifeng, heading straight out of the Book Pavilion, while Lin Zifeng sighed and shook his head, quickly following along...

Night fell, and stars dotted the sky.

On a vast open grassland, the two sat side by side, with a breeze blowing, making their clothes flutter loudly.

”Today, Xiluo will surely report to his ally, the White Sky Venerable, making it difficult to enter the Book Pavilion for the coming days.”

Smoothing her hair blown by the breeze, Dongfang Ziyue’s words remained cold.

This time, Lin Zifeng didn’t say much, his expression calm: ”In that case, let’s set this matter aside for now. Is there a place in the Beiyao Ancient Clan selling inscription stones?”

These inscription stones are materials needed for the Transmission Array, so with time on hand, Lin Zifeng decided to gather all the materials first.

After some contemplation, Dongfang Ziyue slowly said: ”There’s a cave to the north where clan members often trade, there should be inscription stones for sale there, how many do you need?”