The young man walking out of the stone room was naturally Lin Feng.
"The cultivation speed in the sixth-floor cultivation stone room is too fast."
Lin Feng sighed inwardly. A hundred days ago, the Devouring Martial Soul absorbed the cold air in the Dream Chamber, leading to a certain improvement in his cultivation, nearing the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.
Now, after another hundred days of cultivation, his cultivation had already reached the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, directly to the fifth level.
Of course, Lin Feng also understood that continuous improvement in cultivation cannot be achieved just by sitting and cultivating. If one's state of mind cannot keep up, it's also impossible. Only by experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and crisis in the world, and then combining it with cultivation, can one transcend the realm and continue to improve.
Lin Feng glanced at the people outside and then lifted his foot and left, not knowing how Liu Fei and the others were cultivating.
Seeing Lin Feng leave, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief. Their eyes scanned around, ready to snatch the cultivation stone room, but that was no longer related to Lin Feng.
Before Lin Feng walked out of the stone room, in the tenth-floor space of the cultivation tower, a black-clothed youth saw the gradually dimming stone door and a fierce cold smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, he punched the stone door, causing it to tremble. That guy, finally, had nowhere to hide.
The black-clothed youth was not worried that Lin Feng would improve his cultivation. Over the past hundred days, he had attacked the stone door every day to harass the person inside. In his opinion, if Lin Feng could avoid depression, that was already good enough; there was no way he could improve his cultivation.
"Finally coming out." At this moment, as the stone door was about to completely dim, the black-clothed youth moved aside, waiting for Lin Feng.
As long as the elemental stones in the cultivation stone room's slots were depleted, the stone door would automatically open. Otherwise, the person inside could stay in there forever.
With a slight rumble, the stone door opened, and a beautiful figure appeared in the sight of the black-clothed youth and Cui Ting.
"It's you."
The black-clothed youth's gaze froze as he stared at Lin Feng. After waiting for a hundred days, the person he was waiting for turned out not to be Lin Feng, but Lin Feng's companion, the beautiful girl.
Liu Fei looked tired, with a hint of pitiful beauty in her appearance, but her gaze was particularly cold, staring at the black-clothed youth and saying, "Shameless."
"Shameless?"
The black-clothed youth's face darkened. He hadn't expected to wait for the wrong person. No wonder there had been no response inside. It turned out it wasn't Lin Feng.
"Since you know her, then capturing you is just the same." The black-clothed youth suddenly smirked, his gaze scanning Liu Fei carefully. He realized that Liu Fei was a stunning beauty with a hot figure. Combined with her current exhausted appearance, it made people feel a bit impulsive.
"Hehe, such a beautiful woman. She even gave you the cultivation room. Your relationship must be extraordinary. If it were me, I wonder if that bastard would go crazy seeing you and me being intimate."
The black-clothed youth's mouth carried a hint of evil, saying coldly.
Beside him, Cui Ting frowned slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. A bastard was a bastard, a man who coveted women's beauty, a despicable fellow, truly disgracing the Black Demon's name.
But Cui Ting couldn't be bothered to say anything. After all, no matter what, this person was still the Black Demon's brother. Although Cui Ting looked down on him, he didn't say much.
Upon hearing the black-clothed youth's words, Liu Fei's face became extremely ugly.
"Despicable scoundrel!"
"You already said I was despicable. Now I'll show you just how despicable I can be. Fortunately, this cultivation room is quite spacious. It's enough for the two of us. When that bastard sees you and me getting close, his expression will surely be wonderful."
The black-clothed youth laughed arrogantly. At this moment, Cui Ting beside him trembled slightly.
At the same time, the black-clothed youth's smile abruptly stopped. At this moment, a cold breath firmly locked onto him, making him feel cold all over.
Turning around, the black-clothed youth saw a figure standing there, exuding a cold aura, with eyes like a sharp sword, as if to pierce through him. Apart from Lin Feng, who else could it be?
The black-clothed youth had been looking forward to Lin Feng's appearance all along. However, when Lin Feng truly stood before him, he couldn't say a word, and his heart kept trembling. At this moment, Lin Feng's gaze at him was as if looking at a dead person, so cold that it was suffocating.
Lifting his foot, Lin Feng walked slowly towards Liu Fei. Passing by the black-clothed youth, he still showed no intention of stopping.
The black-clothed youth's body trembled slightly, and he dodged behind Cui Ting. Lin Feng stepped over from where he had just stood, and a indifferent voice came from Lin Feng's mouth.
"Scum."
The black-clothed youth felt intense anger. This guy dared to insult him, and didn't even bother to look at him. This made him almost go crazy, wishing to kill Lin Feng immediately. But he didn't dare. He knew he was far behind. He could only hope in Cui Ting.
"Bastard, I've suffered for you for a hundred days."
Liu Fei gritted her teeth, her voice full of hatred. She didn't know how she had spent these hundred days.
"Suffered."
Lin Feng smiled bitterly at Liu Fei's tired face. He didn't expect her to be so shameless. Clearly, she wanted to snatch his cultivation room, but he had driven away the black-clothed youth for her, even without making him pay any price. Yet, she dared to come and cause trouble for him. It was simply outrageous.
Lin Feng reached out and touched Liu Fei's head, casually tidying up her messy long hair. Seeing Liu Fei's current state, he knew how she had been tortured.
Feeling Lin Feng's gentleness, Liu Fei's body trembled, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Her heart's turmoil quietly disappeared, replaced by a faint warmth.
Her mother passed away early, and Liu Canglan fought on the battlefield all year round, with no one to take care of her. This upbringing made Liu Fei develop a strong personality, competitive and hot-tempered. She had never experienced such a feeling before, with a hint of warmth.
"I'll do it myself."
Liu Fei, unusually nervous, glared at Lin Feng, dodging away and tidying up her slightly messy long hair.
Lin Feng smiled and slowly turned around.
The gentle smile in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by bone-chilling coldness.
"This person is very strong."
Cui Ting saw Lin Feng's gaze
, his gaze slightly condensed, showing no hint of contempt.
He stepped slightly, leaning against the black-clothed youth, to prevent Lin Feng from suddenly attacking.
"I don't want my sword to be stained with too much blood. However, you insisted on it. You will be the first person I kill at the Tianyi Academy."
Lin Feng's hand rested on his waist. Soft sword slowly drawn out, in an instant, dazzling silver light flickered.
Hearing Lin Feng's murderous words, the black-clothed youth's footsteps retreated slightly again, completely hiding behind Cui Ting.
"Such a scum, a waste." Liu Fei saw the black-clothed youth's actions, her eyes full of contempt. This person mistook her for Lin Feng, insulting her with all kinds of foul language for a full hundred days. But when Lin Feng truly appeared in front of him, he was scared and hid, not even daring to fart.
Hearing Liu Fei's insulting words, the black-clothed youth's face was extremely ugly, but he couldn't retort.
He also hated himself. Why did he tremble when he saw Lin Feng's eyes, unable to say a word?
"You can't kill him."
Cui Ting stood in front of the black-clothed youth, indifferently saying.
"He must die!"
Lin Feng stepped forward, and immediately, a fierce sword intent surged out, with a sword aura whistling in the air. In this sword intent, there was also a cold killing intent.
"Sword Intent."
Cui Ting's pupils contracted. Not only did Lin Feng possess Sword Intent, but even his aura was different from what the black-clothed youth had said. Lin Feng was not a third-level Spiritual Martial Realm, but a fourth-level one.
"What a waste."
Cui Ting cursed the black-clothed youth in his heart. He was very confident in his own strength. There were not many people who could surpass him at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, but few did not mean none.
A person at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm who possessed Sword Intent was vastly different from one who did not.
"Get lost."
Lin Feng's sword was placed on the ground, the long sword rubbing against the ground, making a faint sound. Lin Feng's eyes remained cold.
Cui Ting felt the increasingly powerful sword intent, his face changing again and again. Finally, his confidence was completely shattered. Lin Feng's control over the sword intent had reached its peak, able to control the strength of the sword intent at will. Such a terrifying person, I'm afraid there are few Martial Artists at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm who can compete with Lin Feng.
"Although I'm not as strong as you and can't stop you, you still can't kill him."
Cui Ting didn't move, staring at Lin Feng tightly.
When he said this, the black-clothed youth hiding behind him trembled violently. Cui Ting admitted that he was not as strong as Lin Feng and couldn't stop Lin Feng?
With a thud in his heart, a chill ran down the black-clothed youth's back.
"Today, no one can save him."
Lin Feng's mouth uttered a cold voice, stepping out, a plain yet murderous sword swung out.
Cui Ting looked at this sword, which was not fancy at all but carried an unstoppable momentum. He couldn't help but sigh.
His body flashed, and Cui Ting moved away, unable to catch this sword, so he could only dodge.
Although the Black Demon wouldn't want the black-clothed youth to die, Cui Ting understood that compared to the black-clothed youth, the Black Demon obviously didn't want to see him die even more. The Black Demon wouldn't blame him.
Cui Ting dodged, and the black-clothed youth was completely exposed under Lin Feng's sword.
Lin Feng's sword pointed at his throat, the sword aura swirling. With just one sword strike, he could send him to an unmarked grave.