Chapter 10: Mysterious Ore

  "Ling Fei Yang!" Li Feng looked at the white-clad man flying towards him with an unpleasant expression.

  By his side, Zhang Heng noticed that the white-clothed man, Ling Feiyang, was also one of the top disciples within the Xianyun Sect's inner door, whose strength was absolutely not weaker than Li Feng's, and was one of Luo Xianzi's pursuers.

  "Li Fengzi, aren't you ashamed? What did Luo Shixiong do to offend you that you would resort to such a ruthless move?"

  Ling Feiyang stood firmly beside Luo Ningxue, unwaveringly confronting Li Feng.

  "Alright! You pair of dog man and woman, I Li Feng will absolutely not let you off!"

  Li Feng's face revealed a resolute expression, he threw down a ruthless remark, then quickly rode the wind and left. He wasn't an idiot, going to fight two cultivators at the mid-stage of Qi Refining or above at the same time.

  "Luoshi Mei, are you alright? It's my fault for being late and startling you. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, that madman won't be able to harm a single hair on your head."

  Ling Feiyang is being overly courteous in front of Luo Xianzi, and in his heart he wishes Li Feng would come and cause trouble again so that he can show off a few times in front of this beauty.

  "Elder brother is worrying too much, I'm fine, just my qi and blood were a bit disordered, but now they've recovered." Luoxianzi said calmly, keeping an appropriate distance from Ling Feiyang.

  In the distance, Zhang Heng cursed under his breath and quickly applied oil to the soles of his feet. He then mounted the Wuling Sword and flew towards Fang Yunshan, not wanting to be mistaken for Li Fuzi's accomplice by Ling Feiyang.

  "Hey brother, wait a minute." Ling Feiyang quickly cast a few spells, and the mid-grade spiritual artifact, Flying Sword, swiftly surpassed Zhang Heng, blocking his retreat.

  Zhang Heng cursed in his heart, fearing what would come to pass. Once he had mastered the "Pervert Technique", he would definitely find a way to get back at them. Now it was simply embarrassing.

  Having no choice, Zhang Heng could only grit his teeth and turn around to face Luo Xianzi and Ling Feiyang.

  Luoxiangzi still had a calm face, a pair of quiet and elegant eyes measuring herself, wondering what she was thinking about, while Ling Feiyang looked at Zhang Heng with a hint of mockery.

  Zhang Heng understood that either of these two could easily take his life, although it was Fang Yunshan, they wouldn't hurt their own lives, but if they wanted to teach him a lesson, it would be easy.

  "So it's actually Tang Shidi." This Ling Feiyang was familiar with Zhang Heng, or rather, the name of the original owner of this flesh.

  Zhang Heng didn't think it was strange, after all they were all inner disciples who had been cultivating on the mountain for over a decade. Moreover, Tang Feng wasn't completely unknown in Fangyun Mountain, at least he had some reputation in Fengxing Gate.

  "Haha, Ling Shixiong! I've long heard of your great name." Zhang Heng said with a fake smile, after all, they were fellow cultivators on Fangyun Mountain, so the disciples of the three sects often referred to each other as "Shixiong" (senior brother).

  Ling Feiyang asked with a curious expression: "Just now when Li Kuangzi attacked Luo Shizhi, why didn't I see you lend a hand? Is it that Brother Tang is heartless and allows a woman like Luo Shizhi to be bullied, or are you, Brother Tang, in cahoots with Li Kuangzi?"

  Zhang Heng cursed inwardly, but smiled apologetically and said: "I'm really helpless, their level of battle is beyond my ability to intervene. I've only been in the Refining Qi stage for half a year, and I'm not yet skilled at manipulating spiritual artifacts. As for whether or not I'm an accomplice of Li Fēngzi, you can go ask Luó Xiānzǐ, she can vouch for me."

  Ling Feiyang couldn't help but look at Luo Xianzi, waiting for her response.

  Luoxiangzi calmly said: "He is indeed not with Li Feng's gang."

  Zhang Heng felt a surge of joy, it seemed that he had gambled correctly. He felt that Luo Xianzi was someone who detested the mundane struggles of the world and had a broad heart. Even when faced with Li Fēngzǐ's provocations, she didn't show any signs of anger. Moreover, earlier when Zhang Heng had fantasized about her, he hadn't seen her have much of a reaction. If it were some women on Earth, they would have gone crazy by now.

  Generally speaking, although Luoxiangzi seems to be high and mighty, making people feel inferior, she is actually very kind-hearted, likes peace and quiet, and does not like to compete or show off.

  Ling Feiyang hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't find any flaws in Zhang Heng's words either. As for whether Zhang Heng had entered the Refining Qi stage half a year ago, he wasn't very clear about that either.

  "Tang Shidi, I was overly suspicious just now, please forgive me." Ling Feiyang apologized to Zhang Heng in order to maintain his image in front of Luo Xianzi.

  Zhang Heng secretly cursed this guy for being hypocritical, but could only exchange a few pleasantries with him before riding the Wuling Sword to fly towards Tieling Mountain.

  After leaving the range of Xianyun Sect, Zhang Heng flew forward rapidly, feeling extremely depressed in his heart. If he had the strength himself, he wouldn't need to be so hypocritical with Li Feng and Ling Feiyang.

  You must find a way to cultivate this abnormal skill. As long as you can reach the first layer of initial accomplishment, you will not be afraid of these few people.

  As for the power of this "Lian Tian Hua Di" art, Zhang Heng was very clear. When he reached the initial stage of the boundary, he estimated that those who had only reached the middle stage of Lian Qi would not be his match. Even if he encountered someone in the later stages of Lian Qi, it would be difficult for them to harm him.

  The defensive power of the abnormal skill is absolutely terrifying. When it reaches a certain level, even ordinary spiritual artifacts can't break through its defense.

  With a hint of hope in his heart, Zhang Heng quickly arrived at the range of Feng Xing Men, and not far away, he could see a black high peak.

  Although this mountain peak is slightly inferior to Tiān Líng Shān and Huǒ Yún Shān, Zhang Heng felt a sense of relief in his heart after arriving here.

  Arriving at Tieling Mountain, Zhang Heng no longer had anything to worry about and could even walk sideways without anyone coming to bother him.

  After all, Zhang Heng had a backing of a master from the late foundation building period, and Tang Feng could have acted arbitrarily here before.

  They were almost at Tieling Mountain, and Zhang Heng's speed increased by a few more points. Since they had arrived at their own territory, there was no need to be so cautious anymore.

  Facing the clouds in the sky and the rapidly blowing gusts, Zhang Heng completely let himself go, occasionally glancing at the scenery below his feet moving swiftly backwards. At this moment, Zhang Heng felt as if he had become a sword immortal from Mount Shu, freely roaming between heaven and earth.

  The dark iron peak opposite him was constantly approaching and growing larger in Zhang Heng's eyes, possibly due to the lingering consciousness of Tang Feng, Zhang Heng actually felt a sense of being in his element.

  At this moment, Zhang Heng heard a few people arguing about something downstairs.

  "This ore was clearly discovered by me first, why should I hand it over to you?" A tall and thin young man holding a pickaxe in his hand glared at the three fellow disciples opposite him with anger.

  "Hmph, those who see it have a share, this Iron Ridge Peak is not yours alone. I think this top-grade ore should be handed over, and who knows what rewards we might get." said a middle-aged robust man nonchalantly.

  "It's up to me to hand it over, what does it have to do with you? I'll go give this ore to the elder of the inner sect now." The thin and tall youth tightly hugged the fist-sized ore in his hands, afraid that the few people opposite him would make a move to snatch it.

  "Listen up, you little brat! Stop being stubborn and hand over the ore. If there's any reward to be had, we won't shortchange you."

  A sharp-mouthed young man interrupted.

  "No way, this is the ore I dug up, it must be handed over by me. If there's any reward, let me decide." The thin and tall youth looked at the three with a stubborn face, his expression firm.

  "Brothers, go and beat this guy up." The middle-aged strong man waved his hand, ready to go and fight the thin and tall youth.

  "Halt!" Just then, a voice came from the sky.

  The four people under the ground looked up at the sky in horror, only to see a young man with an elegant demeanor standing on top of a giant spiritual instrument, looking down at them.

  "Brother Tang......" The middle-aged robust man looked at Zhang Heng with a mixture of fear and respect. This guy actually knew Zhang Heng.

  The rest of them reacted and hurriedly saluted Zhang Heng. These people were all outer door disciples, even if they entered the door earlier, but still had to call Zhang Heng Shixiong.

  "What's going on?" Zhang Heng's gaze swept across the few people, and he quietly took a glance at the ore in the thin boy's hand, his heart skipping a beat.

  "Brother Tang, I dug up this ore first. They want to snatch it from me, I'm not willing, so they're going to use force..."

  "Brother Tang, don't listen to him. Although he dug up this ore, we brothers are all here and whoever sees it gets a share. Let's discuss and hand the ore over to the inner gate together..." The middle-aged robust man anxiously argued for himself and his companions.

  "Alright, all of you stop and bring the ore over for me to take a look." Zhang Heng quietly glanced at them, a faint aura of pressure spreading throughout the limited space.

  The several outer disciples of the Qi Refining stage hastily shut their mouths. The slender youth hesitated for a moment before handing over the ore.

  Zhang Heng stretched out his hand, and the fist-sized ore suddenly flew into his palm. He gently stroked the ore in his hand, allowing his divine sense to seep into it.

  "Hmm, this is a high-quality Tie Ling ore, which can be used to refine some ordinary magic tools. I happen to need it these few days, so just give it to me."

  Zhang Heng unceremoniously put the ore into his storage bag and swept his gaze over the few people again.

  The three men, led by a middle-aged robust man, did not dare to disobey Zhang Heng's will and hastily said: "Yes, yes, yes, we were going to hand over this ore to the inner door anyway, and sending it to Brother Tang is the same."

  That tall and thin boy was somewhat hesitant, wanting to speak but stopping himself, yet also didn't dare to say anything.