Chapter 17: Beast Mountain Range

These days, the hottest topic in Yulan City was undoubtedly about Feng Hao.

The Feng family naturally began to take Feng Hao seriously, because even if he failed the challenge three years later, he would definitely become a Great Martial Master.

As for the Wan family, the first thing Wan Shuo did upon returning to the Wan residence was to send this variable to the Yun family. Of course, this did not elicit any reaction from Yun Ying.

Her talent was not bad; at the age of thirteen, she had already broken through to the Martial Artist level, and she was even an Elemental Martial Artist, an Ice Martial Artist!

If it weren't for Wan Shuo mentioning it, she would have almost forgotten about this matter.

At night, the patriarchs and elders of the Yang and Hu families gathered together.

"The current situation in Yulan City, I believe everyone is well aware of it!" Yang Chong said with a grim expression.

The Wan family has produced an Elemental Martial Artist, and their rise is unstoppable. The Feng family, on the other hand, has obtained a high-level Yellow Rank secret technique and a Mystic Rank martial skill. If nothing goes wrong, the next generation will definitely be stronger than the others.

The reason is the high-level Yellow Rank secret technique!

"Everyone, share your thoughts."

He opened the topic.

"The Wan family cannot be touched!"

Hu Li said directly.

"Exactly!"

His words were met with agreement from everyone. The Wan family now has the protection of the Yun family, which is far beyond what a small family like theirs can handle.

"And the Feng family..."

When it came to the Feng family, Hu Li's brows furrowed deeply. The scene at the Yage Auction House was unforgettable.

"Who is that black-robed person? What is his connection to the Feng family?"

This was a headache for them.

"Let's not touch the Feng family for now."

Hu Li sighed lightly.

Such a person, casually taking out a Mystic Rank martial skill, and the attitude of Ouyang Peng from the Yage Auction House towards him, made them feel a chill down their spines.

"Can't touch this one, can't touch that one, are we just waiting to be swallowed up?"

An elder from the Yang family grumbled.

"That's not the case!"

Hu Li shook his head and slowly said, "The Feng family is not yet a threat. Even with two secret techniques, it will take them decades to surpass us. If that black-robed person doesn't make any moves, we can act later."

"Exactly!"

Yang Chong also nodded.

"But!"

Hu Li's eyes narrowed, a fierce light flashing in them, "That person must not be left alive, or it will be a disaster!"

"Feng Hao?"

"Exactly!"

Clearly, Feng Hao's growth had already made them tense, becoming an unignorable presence.

"This boy will surely become a great threat!"

Yang Chong's eyes also flashed with a fierce light.

"Hehe, killing him is simple."

Hu Li laughed, "I heard that every evening, that boy leaves the city. When the time comes..."

"Good! It's settled!"

The people in the room quickly reached an agreement and then began to arrange their forces.

...

Day after day, Feng Hao continued to train with the Tiger Movement Technique, not wasting any time. As usual, he wiped the sweat from his face as the sky grew dark and headed out of the city.

Under the red maple tree, Feng Hao punched one after another, practicing the connection between the two movements. Each punch left a clear mark on the tree trunk.

"Who's there?"

He turned swiftly and saw a black-clothed figure rapidly approaching.

"Hehe, pretty quick reaction."

The black-clothed figure's voice was hoarse, but he did not stop. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his aura slowly rose, emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

"Martial Artist!"

Feng Hao's heart trembled, and his face turned pale.

The faint glow was a manifestation of Martial Essence, meaning the black-clothed figure was a genuine Martial Artist!

"Who are you?"

His gaze locked onto the black-clothed figure, watching him warily.

"Hehe, what do you think?"

The black-clothed figure continued to approach with ill intent.

"Run!"

Hearing this, Feng Hao had only one thought. He turned and fled towards the Beast Mountain Range.

In front of a Martial Artist, he had no chance of resistance.

"Trying to run!"

The black-clothed figure sneered, leaping up like an eagle and pouncing on Feng Hao.

"Bang!"

The black-clothed figure struck a palm from a distance, the force hitting Feng Hao's back and sending him flying, blood spattering along the way.

"Hehe."

Looking at the fallen Feng Hao, the black-clothed figure was smug. The thought of such a genius dying at his hands made his face contort with satisfaction.

The intense pain in his back made Feng Hao suspect that his internal organs and bones were shattered. Without hesitation, he activated the medicinal properties from the Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia, spreading them throughout his body. A cool sensation passed through him, and he leaped up, rushing into the Beast Mountain Range without looking back.

"Damn!"

Seeing the agile figure, the black-clothed figure was stunned for a moment before quickly gathering his Martial Essence and chasing after him.

He never expected the severely injured youth to act as if nothing had happened, and his speed did not seem like that of an injured person.

"Swish! Swish!"

Feng Hao had never been to the Beast Mountain Range before. He chose a direction and charged forward, hearing the shouts from behind, his heart raced, and his speed increased, every muscle in his body working to the fullest.

"Damn!"

The black-clothed figure glared at the figure that kept advancing, his steps gradually slowing down.

This was the notorious Beast Mountain Range. For a mere Martial Artist to enter was a death sentence.

He reluctantly glanced back, waited a moment, and then retreated.

"Huff... Huff..."

A figure darted through the Beast Mountain Range, the sound of the wind in his ears. He didn't know how deep he had gone until he no longer heard the pursuit behind him, and his pace slowed.

"Where am I?"

Looking around at the deep forest, Feng Hao's heart trembled, "Oh no, this is the Beast Mountain Range!"

His already pale face turned even paler.

The Beast Mountain Range was a forbidden zone, filled with countless beasts. Even a Martial Artist entering alone would only find death. Now, due to the pursuit, Feng Hao had no idea how deep he had gone.

No wonder the black-clothed figure didn't chase him.

The current situation was not much better than being pursued, as Feng Hao had used the Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia three times, meaning he had at least entered the central area of the Beast Mountain Range.

"No way."

Feng Hao felt a wave of bitterness.

He had escaped the wolf's mouth only to enter the demon's lair.

He walked cautiously, nervously scanning the surroundings, afraid that a beast might suddenly appear from an unknown place.