Chapter 15: Another Assassination

He handed over the spirit stones, and his fellow Taoist gave him the Wind Spirit Sword and the formation materials, as well as instructions for setting up the formation. This simple formation did not require a specialized formation master to set up.

Han Feng put away the treasure, left the Treasure Pavilion, and headed straight for the Spirit Beast Peak.

He had made up his mind. He would take the little fox to register its identity, make it his private property, and protect its safety. Then he would let the little fox give the sword to Jiang Surou tomorrow.

After all, this sword is now a low-grade spiritual treasure, and anyone who gets it can use it. If it is given to Jiang Surou and replaced with a mid-grade spiritual treasure, and only he can use it, then he can get a better weapon, and no one else can use it.

Isn’t it wonderful?

Han Feng knew the way to Lingshou Peak, and he ran towards it quickly at full speed.

Oh, it would be great if I could wield a sword, so I could just fly over there and save time and effort.

In the second half of the night, he came to Lingshou Peak, climbed to the top, and found the registration office.

In the world of cultivators, there is no such thing as closing the door at night. At this moment, the registration office is also brightly lit. Various lighting arrays and night-shining pearls make the room brighter than during the day.

"Brother, I am here to register the spirit beast."

Han Feng came to the counter, took off the bag behind him while talking, and took out the little fox.

The disciple who was meditating with his eyes closed opened his eyes, glanced at Han Feng, and then said calmly,

"Which senior brother raised the spirit beast? Why didn't he come to register and hand it over with you?"

"I didn't raise it, I picked it up. I took it in because I felt sorry for it."

"Adopted? That's fine too, as long as it's registered it complies with the regulations. Has the species bloodline been tested?"

"No."

"Well, tell me about the spiritual beast's cultivation and species."

"Fox, no cultivation."

Hearing this, the disciple looked at the little fox in confusion and said,

"A fox without any cultivation is called a wild beast, not a spiritual beast. Are you making fun of me?"

"You are the beast, bah bah bah!"

The little fox bared his teeth and made faces to prove how powerful he was.

"Oh, you can talk, you're smart at an early age, you look a bit like a psychic jade fox, that should be it, I've registered you."

The disciple nodded, and then continued,

"Master's name, identity, and cultivation level."

"Han Feng, a menial disciple of Luoxia Peak, has no cultivation."

"No cultivation? Hey, savages are matched with wild beasts."

The disciple sneered. He had never seen such a strange combination.

"Okay, the registration is complete. Now this psychic jade fox is yours. As for whether you signed a master-servant contract or a life-and-death contract, I don't care. Put this around its neck and imprint your soul. Only you can open it."

The disciple took out a thin little collar and handed it to Han Feng.

Han Feng took the collar and put it around the little fox's neck, making the little fox pout unhappily.

Fortunately, Han Feng did not sign any contract with it, so it is completely free and unrestricted, otherwise it would have tickled Han Feng long ago.

After finishing, Han Feng walked out.

That small collar is just an ID card and has no other restraining function.

After he left, the disciple crossed his legs, took out a sound transmission jade slip, and said leisurely,

"Second brother, Han Feng, the errand disciple who stole your Taoist partner a few days ago, just registered the identity of his spirit beast with me and is now walking down the mountain.

He was wearing a black scarf, a bamboo hat, and holding a spiritual jade fox.

Just find someone to kill him, don't do it yourself. It's not worth getting your hands dirty for this kind of rubbish. You are the pride of our family, don't get shit on your hands."

After saying this, he put away the jade slip of sound transmission and continued to practice.

It was fine for him to just say yes to such a thing, but he would never personally kill a mere errand disciple.

He is a member of the Ye family.

Han Feng held the little fox in his arms and walked down the mountain under the cover of night.

When they were almost at the foot of the mountain, Han Feng asked,

"Little fox, are you the psychic jade fox?"

"no."

"So what kind of spirit beast are you?"

"I...I forgot. I can't remember."

The little fox's face was full of seriousness and confusion, and he said seriously,

“I don’t know who I am, what species I am, what kind of spiritual beast I am, or even where I came from, but I can eat spiritual stones. After eating them, I feel full, but if I don’t eat, I feel hungry.

But I vaguely feel that I am not a psychic jade fox. I have seen psychic jade foxes, but their bloodlines are too low-level. My bloodline is much higher than theirs."

"Oh? It seems your bloodline is very valuable?"

"Why don't you use the word noble, but valuable instead? What do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I won't sell you."

"Do you want to keep me alive so I can sell my blood?"

"Is your blood valuable?"

"It's worthless, I'm just a beast."

The little fox turned his head away guiltily.

"By the way, how many spirit stones do we have left? You, a prodigal son, spent three thousand in one go."

"There are more than a hundred left."

"How can you support me when you are so poor?"

"Did I ever say I would support you? Does it matter to me whether you starve to death or not?"

"You are such an ungrateful person. You called me your good friend during the day, but now you have turned into..."

Suddenly, the little fox's face changed drastically and he shouted,

"Hide quickly, there are malicious intentions!"

Hearing this, Han Feng immediately dodged to the side without hesitation. A flying sword suddenly appeared and flashed past the place where he had just walked.

Han Feng, who was scared out of his wits, couldn't help but feel fortunate that the little fox's ability to sense malicious intent was really useful.

Suddenly, two black shadows flashed out from the bushes, each holding a sword, and quickly rushed towards Han Feng.

"Little fox, go find someone from the Law Enforcement Hall to save me!"

Han Feng's face suddenly changed, and he immediately took out his Fengling Sword and slashed at the fastest enemy.

He didn't know how strong the other party was, but it was a dark and windy night, and there were not many people around. It was difficult for him to escape when facing two enemies who could wield swords.

The little fox immediately jumped off Han Feng's shoulder and ran away.

I have to say that the little fox is still very fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they arrived at a huge rock in the distance.

But it suddenly stopped moving, stopped on the boulder, and blinked its big eyes watching Han Feng fighting the enemy.

Han Feng slashed out with his sword, but the assassin obviously did not take Han Feng seriously. Facing the attack of a disabled man, he did not dodge or evade, and let the sword pierce his body, and he also wanted to slash at Han Feng with his sword.

However, the next second, his eyes widened in shock.

Han Feng dodged his sword by leaning sideways, and the Fengling Sword in his hand easily pierced his chest.

"How could you... possibly break my defense..."