Hedonist Prodigy

Chapter 93: Flowing Clouds and Flying Sleeves

Upon hearing the sharp cry, Jiang Feng’s expression changed instantly. It was a black eagle, its wingspan exceeding two meters.

Jiang Feng didn’t understand why the black eagle had targeted him, but it was too late. The eagle swooped down with incredible speed; in an instant, the cold wind from its wings cutting through the air reached him.

In haste, Jiang Feng flashed, rolling in the opposite direction to narrowly avoid the eagle’s attack, but a chill still ran down his spine.

Missing its initial strike, the black eagle let out several sharp cries in mid-air and swooped down on Jiang Feng again. Jiang Feng’s face hardened. He grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a snowball, and hurled it at the eagle.

His arm strength was astonishing. The snowball slammed into the black eagle’s wing with a thud. The eagle lurched in mid-air, scattering feathers, and narrowly escaped falling several meters before flapping its wings and soaring into the sky again. It dared not attack Jiang Feng again, circling several dozen meters above his head, unwilling to leave.

Jiang Feng knew a little about eagle behavior. He knew that adult goshawks became exceptionally fierce when hunting, and usually kept their eyes fixed on their prey.

But unless there was an accident, goshawks rarely attacked humans directly. He could tell this black eagle was strange, almost like a captive. He wondered what kind of person would keep such a ferocious pet.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him. Jiang Feng turned around and saw the five people he had seen earlier in the abandoned forest.

At this moment, all five men were holding rifles, their eyes bloodshot. When they saw Jiang Feng, the long-faced man let out a snicker, “Kid, I thought you’d sprouted wings and flown to the heavens! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Jiang Feng looked at the five men, a chill creeping into his heart. He said, “You’ve come at the right time. Even if you hadn’t come looking for me, I would have come looking for you anyway.”

“Looking for us to die? Why the rush? I’ll personally send you on your way,” the long-faced man said menacingly, raising his rifle and pointing it at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng’s gaze darkened as he looked at the rifle in the man’s hand. He didn’t know how powerful this kind of rifle was, but it was clearly capable of killing; otherwise, the long-faced man wouldn’t be so confident, acting as if he had him completely under his thumb.

“If you have the guts, try shooting,” Jiang Feng said coldly.

“Oh, I haven’t even threatened you yet, and you’re already threatening me. Kid, you’ve got guts.” With that, the long-faced man’s finger twitched, and he pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. The long-faced man’s face lit up with joy; he knew Jiang Feng was finished. Not only was the pistol he was holding meticulously modified, at least three times more powerful than a regular handgun, but the distance between them was so close that even a fully grown Siberian tiger would be dead from that shot.

But when the gunshot faded and the smoke cleared, the long-faced man’s expression changed again. Jiang Feng hadn’t fallen; instead, he was standing right in front of him.

The long-faced man hadn’t even seen how Jiang Feng dodged. The moment he saw Jiang Feng, his face changed drastically, and he instinctively tried to back away. But Jiang Feng wouldn’t let him retreat. He reached out and grabbed the long-faced man by the neck.

“Want to kill me? You’re not worthy.” Jiang Feng was utterly enraged. These few grasshoppers—they’d already been incredibly lucky not get killed outright, and they dared to chase him? They simply didn’t know the meaning of death.

With a casual toss, the long-faced man arced through the air, letting out a scream, before being tossed into the deep valley.

The other four men, seeing Jiang Feng’s move, trembled with fear and instinctively raised their hunting rifles, aiming at him.

“Who dares to fire?” Jiang Feng shouted coldly.

The chilling sound of his voice sent shivers down the spines of the four men, as if they’d been stripped naked in the freezing cold and doused with a bucket of cold water. Their hands, poised to pull the trigger, froze. 

Jiang Feng had been waiting for this opportunity. His figure flashed, and three seconds later, four figures lay on the ground, their heart meridians severed by Jiang Feng’s attack.

Having k!lled five people in a row, Jiang Feng felt no discomfort. These five people were better off not coming after him; after deceiving him, they dared to swagger in front of him—they were simply courting death.

Jiang Feng kicked out four times, sending all four corpses plunging into the deep valley. His figure flashed, and he prepared to leave. He had already wasted too much time on the road, and it was almost dark. If he couldn’t reach Tianchi today, he would definitely have to sleep in the snow tonight.

Although his physical condition was quite good, he wasn’t immune to the cold, and Jiang Feng didn’t want to catch a cold under these conditions.

He’d only taken a few steps when he heard a whoosh of wind behind him. The black eagle circling overhead swooped down again. Jiang Feng was instantly enraged. He let the eagle hurtle towards him, and just as it was close, he clenched his fists and punched it hard.

With a muffled “boom,” the punch struck the eagle’s wing. Simultaneously, Jiang Feng tilted his neck, dodging the attack.

The black eagle was sent flying backward by the punch, crashing into a pine tree and scattering frost flowers across the ground. It let out a series of hoarse cries, unable to take flight.

Jiang Feng had had enough of this feathered beast. He strode towards the eagle. The eagle seemed to sense the threat from Jiang Feng; its cries grew louder and louder, piercing Jiang Feng’s eardrums.

“Halt!” A clear, cold shout rang in Jiang Feng’s ears. Along with the shout, a purple figure flashed past Jiang Feng, blocking his path between him and the black eagle. The figure glared at Jiang Feng with hostility, her pretty face flashing with anger.

Jiang Feng looked up and saw a young girl standing before him. She wore a long purple dress, her black hair flowing freely down her back. In the cold wind, she appeared solitary and independent, like a fairy descended from the heavens.

Upon seeing this girl in purple, a figure naturally flashed through Jiang Feng’s mind. The two figures overlapped, causing a slight stirring in his heart, but he didn’t dwell on it, his gaze fixed on the girl in purple.

The girl in purple was stunningly beautiful, with a delicate nose, small face, and arched eyebrows. She exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura, but her cold expression and aloofness made her unapproachable.

Jiang Feng observed the girl and realized that, if nothing unexpected had happened, the footprints he had seen earlier were left by her. The fact that she could descend to the depths of the valley, regardless of whether she had used external assistance, meant she was no ordinary person. Moreover, it seemed that the black eagle was her pet.

“You haven’t killed enough people, why did you have to kill my Little Black?” As Jiang Feng sized up the girl, she was also sizing him up, and she questioned him coldly.

“Since you know I just killed someone, you should also know why I killed this feathered beast,” Jiang Feng said calmly, but secretly increased his vigilance.

This young woman possessed a unique charm that made her stand out from the crowd. Despite the bitter cold of Changbai Mountain winters, she was dressed very simply and lightly, a long skirt reaching her ankles, revealing a small section of her fair skin, yet she seemed completely oblivious to the cold.

Furthermore, Jiang Feng noticed a bamboo basket on the back of the purple-clad girl, filled with various medicinal herbs, indicating her expertise in pharmacology.

These two points compelled Jiang Feng to proceed with caution; he wouldn’t be simply seduced by the purple-clad girl’s beauty.

“Little Black only attacked you because it sensed some aura on you. It would never normally attack anyone,” the purple-clad girl said.

Jiang Feng sneered, “From what you’re saying, it’s as if even if I were killed by this feathered beast, it would be my own fault, isn’t it?”

“Not only could Little Black not kill you, but even if it did injure you, I have a way to heal you,” the purple-clad girl said matter-of-factly.

“It attacked me, so I killed it. Isn’t that perfectly reasonable?” Jiang Feng said, extremely displeased.

The girl in purple opened her mouth, seemingly unaccustomed to arguing, and remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, “I already said that there’s something wrong with you. And when you killed just now, your methods were extremely cruel, utterly merciless. You’re clearly bloodthirsty, not a good person, are you?”

“Whether I’m good or bad is none of your business. Don’t waste your breath. If you want revenge for that feathered beast, just do it,” Jiang Feng said calmly.

He had already killed five people today and didn’t mind killing one more.

“Such a heavy murderous aura! Don’t you know that killing solves nothing? But since you dare to spout such nonsense in front of me, then I’ll see what you’re capable of.”

The girl in purple let out a sharp cry, her arm flicking, and a purple sleeve pierced the air, wrapping around Jiang Feng’s neck with a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive! Listening to the purple-clad girl’s high-sounding words, seemingly standing on the side of justice and portraying herself as a moral guardian, Jiang Feng found it somewhat laughable; she took herself far too seriously.

But when he saw the purple-clad girl make her move, Jiang Feng’s heart sank slightly. He finally understood why this woman could so easily traverse the deep valley—her weapon was the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve.

The purple sleeve flew out from the purple-clad girl’s sleeve like a venomous snake, spiraling rapidly through the air, piercing the air with a whistling sound.

Jiang Feng was startled. While weaponry is said to be stronger with longer reach, the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve was no simple weapon; it required extremely strong internal energy to support it. Otherwise, it was merely a facade, not only failing to harm but also becoming a significant burden.

This young girl was not old, but her inner energy was extremely abundant. The purple sleeve in her hands seemed to come alive, as if it were her own arm, like a long purple dragon that was about to devour him.

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