Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 664 - 662: Wife: Yang Wanyi

Within the boundless, majestic mountains, towering peaks rose from the ground. A dense Evil Qi, formed from the natural energies between Heaven and Earth, enveloped the forest. Under the scorching sun, the air was extraordinarily dry and hot, feeling as though everything would burst into flames at any moment.

WHOOSH!

The sharp sound of wind slicing through the air echoed as a figure flashed through the woods, as fast as lightning.

SWISH!

Luo Feng landed on the lush tree canopy, pausing his advance. He surveyed the surroundings and muttered to himself, "I should be reaching the Red Dragon Mountain Range soon..."

Unconsciously, the nearby rocks had turned red. Across the endless mountains, the peaks resembled a host of giant dragons lying prone on the ground, exuding an inexplicable majesty.

After breaking through to the fifth level of the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber Technique, Luo Feng had traveled for several days and was finally nearing the Red Dragon Mountain Range region.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng was about to continue his journey when he suddenly leaped into the sky like a large bird, soaring a hundred meters high in an instant.

BOOM!

Just as he departed, a huge black shadow lunged out from beneath the massive tree he had been on.

With a single coil, the shadow snapped the thick tree trunk in two, revealing a giant green python Demon Beast with blood-red eyes.

A Rank-Five Intermediate-Level Demon Beast, the Red-Eye Green-Blood Python!

Luo Feng glanced at the python. With a flick of his right hand, the Rage Flame Knife silently appeared in his grasp.

CRACK!

A clap of thunder resounded as the Rage Flame Knife transformed into a dazzling saber light that shot out. This brilliantly stunning technique was Luo Feng’s self-created saber move, ’Astonishing Thunder’!

Sensing the terrifying power contained within the saber light, the Red-Eye Green-Blood Python’s eyes showed fear. Its body tensed, ready to flee.

However, the saber light was even faster than it.

SPURT!

The saber light cleaved straight down. Both the python and a tree tens of meters tall were sliced in half. Gushing blood dyed a large swath of the ground red.

Luo Feng exhaled and sheathed his Rage Flame Knife. He looked towards the mountain range stretching to the horizon and furrowed his brows slightly. As expected of one of the Eight Great Dangerous Lands. It’s already this hazardous just approaching the periphery.

Just as Ye Siyi had said, the Evil Qi near the Red Dragon Mountain Range was more than ten times denser than that of the Red Flame Mountain.

The Demon Beasts living here were powerful and inherently ferocious. Over the past few days, Luo Feng had been attacked by over ten Demon Beasts, all of which were Rank Four or higher.

After collecting the python’s Demon Core, Luo Feng leaped to a treetop, got his bearings, and prepared to set off again.

Suddenly, a point of light appeared in the distant sky. It sped towards Luo Feng with incredible speed, arriving before him in the blink of an eye. It was a Spirit Mirror.

My Spirit Mirror?

Luo Feng’s eyebrows rose slightly. With a gesture, the Spirit Mirror flew into his palm.

"Hehe... Luo Feng, you really are amazing! To become the first Martial Champion in the fiercely contested Golden Palace examination, and even to agree to a life-and-death duel with the Princely Heir of Qingyun Mansion. But, that’s just as it should be. After all, you’re the husband of ’Fire Proud Sun’ Yang Wanyi."

Reading this, Luo Feng couldn’t help but shake his head. This message truly fit Waner’s style.

His gaze fell on the next section of text, and Luo Feng paused. It read: "I’m preparing to go into seclusion to attempt a breakthrough to the sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, so I might not be able to go to the Imperial City to watch your duel with Yi Tian. I wish you victory. Also, happy 16th birthday. As for your gift, come and get it from me when you return to Linglong Hall. Your wife, Yang Wanyi."

This girl is still so willful... However, if she hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten that today is my 16th birthday...

Looking at the last few words, Luo Feng exhaled softly, feeling a bit sentimental.

Before the Twelfth Golden Palace examination, his parents had discussed holding a grand banquet in Panlong City to celebrate when he turned sixteen. Who would have thought he would spend it in the Red Dragon Mountain Range, one of the Eight Great Dangerous Lands.

I’m now a third-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist... I suppose I won’t lose to Bing Ruolan’s fiancé...

A smile touched the corners of his lips. Luo Feng put away the Spirit Mirror and, with a leap, glided like a large bird through the forest canopy, heading towards the Red Dragon Mountain Range.

Along the way, Luo Feng received two more Spirit Mirrors, one from his mother, Yang Qing, and another from Bing Ruolan, both wishing him a happy birthday.

As he ventured deeper, the surroundings grew increasingly harsh. The exposed mountain rocks were a radiant crimson, and the floating miasma had also turned blood-red. The air was unbearably hot, as if he were near a volcano; ordinary people could not survive here.

SPURT!

A streak of saber light flashed, and blood spurted. A gigantic shadow crashed to the ground, and the air filled with the strong stench of blood.

Luo Feng emerged from the shadows of nearby trees. Looking at the Demon Beast carcass on the ground, he heaved a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the slightly dimming sky, his brow furrowing.

He had now reached the outskirts of the Red Dragon Mountain Range. The environment here was even more complex than he had imagined, and Demon Beasts were extremely numerous.

I’ll find a safe place to rest first and continue tomorrow.

A glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes. He concealed his aura and quickly flew forward.

After traveling some distance, Luo Feng suddenly stopped, his sharp gaze fixed on a nearby forest.

The air crackled as four figures shot out from the dense woods—three men and one woman. All were clad in armor and capable of Aerial Flight, clearly Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists.

"Who goes there?!"

The four of them burst out of the forest. Seeing Luo Feng, they too were startled and halted.

The Red Dragon Mountain Range was one of the Eight Great Dangerous Lands of the Canglang Dynasty, a name that struck fear into ordinary people. Thus, it was surprising to see someone as young as Luo Feng venturing here.

Luo Feng remained vigilant and said, "There’s no need for alarm. I’m just a Martial Artist adventuring here."

Seeing Luo Feng was alone, the four of them visibly relaxed. The leader, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, let his gaze rest on Luo Feng’s face for a moment. Then, with a wave of his hand, he signaled the others to lower their weapons.

"We are Martial Artists from Red Valley City. My name is Tie Yun," the middle-aged man introduced himself with a smile.

"Feng Luo, a disciple of the Jade Hall."

Luo Feng cupped his hands in salute, a hint of shyness on his face, deliberately concealing his true identity.

As he spoke, Luo Feng covertly assessed the four.

The man in the bamboo hat was the strongest among them, a mid-stage fourth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist.

Beside him, a robust man wielding a Green Dragon Halberd was a third-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist.

Another young man in blue held a blue longbow taller than himself. The thumb-thick arrows in the quiver on his back looked extremely penetrative. He was also a third-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist.

The last one was a woman in red with a slender sword at her waist. Her voluptuous figure, with her navel peeking out from her red leather armor, and her exquisite face exuded a heart-racing allure. She too was a third-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist.

"Giggle... Feng Luo, my name is Qiu Ying."

The woman in red gave Luo Feng an inviting smile, twisting her lithe waist seductively. The expanse of her snowy-white bosom jiggled dazzlingly.

Luo Feng remained impassive and merely nodded. This clearly dissatisfied Qiu Ying, who pursed her red lips and muttered, "What an unromantic brat."

The middle-aged man coughed dryly and said to Luo Feng, "That’s just Qiu Ying’s way; don’t mind her. Let me introduce you. This is Tang Chuan, and this is Mu Qing."

The middle-aged man pointed to the robust man and the lean young man respectively.

Luo Feng nodded to them.

After these brief introductions, they had a preliminary acquaintance. Qiu Ying looked at Luo Feng, surprise in her eyes, and said with a radiant smile, "Feng Luo, you’re truly impressive, daring to venture into the Red Dragon Mountain Range all alone."

Luo Feng pretended not to notice the probing in her words and replied, "I heard there are many opportunities in the Red Dragon Mountain Range, so I wanted to try my luck. However, it’s much more dangerous than I imagined."

At this moment, the middle-aged man gave Qiu Ying a subtle look.

"Naturally. The Red Dragon Mountain Range is one of the dynasty’s Eight Great Dangerous Lands."

Qiu Ying giggled, looking at Luo Feng. "Night is when Demon Beasts are most active, and the deadly miasma of the Red Chain Mountain Range can impair a Martial Artist’s senses, making it extremely perilous. We’re about to set up camp. It’s very dangerous for you to be alone. Would you like to join us?"

Qiu Ying’s voice was like a gentle drizzle, soft, sweet, and irresistibly alluring.

Luo Feng hadn’t expected an invitation. After a moment’s thought, he nodded. "Alright."

These people were martial artists from Red Valley City, so they probably adventured in this area regularly. Perhaps I can learn some information about the Red Dragon Mountain Range from them, Luo Feng thought.

"It’ll be dark soon. Let’s find a safe place to camp first," the middle-aged man said, looking up at the sky.

With his words, the group set off immediately.

The lean Martial Artist with the longbow moved agilely at the front. Luo Feng was in the middle, while the middle-aged man and the red-robed woman had, at some point, fallen to the rear of the group.

"Qiu Ying, is it him?" the middle-aged man asked via voice transmission, looking at Luo Feng’s back without any change in expression.

The smile had vanished from Qiu Ying’s pretty face. Her narrow, captivating eyes glinted with a cold light as she nodded slightly. "Although his demeanor is a bit different, he’s identical to the portrait. It should be him."

"Hehe, fate truly smiles upon us, letting us encounter him. That person said that upon completion, they’d pay five thousand Grade Two Yuan Stones! With those Yuan Stones, our strength should all rise to another level. If I reach the fifth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, I can practice a Cultivation Method! Then, I’ll be able to look down on everyone in Red Valley City!"

The middle-aged man’s eyes gleamed. Five thousand Grade Two Yuan Stones—this was an unimaginably vast fortune.

The red-robed woman, however, was more level-headed. She said calmly, "For someone to offer such a fortune to find him, he must not be simple. We’d better not be careless."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his heated gaze sweeping over the red-robed woman’s curvaceous figure with a smile. "He’s just a brat. If you use a few of your tricks, can he possibly escape your grasp?"

Qiu Ying gave an enigmatic smile and didn’t comment, but her enchanting eyes secretly sized up Luo Feng.

"Tonight, use the Spirit Mirror to inform that person. Be careful not to let Feng Luo notice," the middle-aged man instructed. Then, they both fell silent.

They soon found a sheltered valley and set up camp.

As the sun set, the forest plunged into darkness. The heavy, blood-red mist was so thick that starlight could not penetrate it. Terrifying beast roars echoed one after another in the darkness, creating a soul-shaking atmosphere.

In the valley, a flickering orange campfire lent a touch of vitality to the deep night.

Luo Feng sat by the bonfire, silently extending his Soul Power. Just as Qiu Ying had said, the miasma in the Red Dragon Mountain Range at night was several times denser and could impair a Martial Artist’s senses. Even he could only perceive movements within a thousand meters.

The sound of footsteps approached, and Qiu Ying walked over.