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Chapter 64: Treasure in Hand!

"Then can you tell me who exactly is responsible for killing the member of my Yan family?"

Mei Youniao shivered all over, immediately sobering up. "You... You\'re from the Yan family?"

"Why?" Lin Yinyin pursed her lips. "Are you planning to hide something from me?"

"No, no, no!" Mei Youniao hastily waved his hands. "Honorable... Honored Lady, I have come to risk my life to inform someone from the Yan family. There is a vile individual within our Wenxian Sect who took advantage of Young Master Yan An\'s momentary distraction and launched a sneak attack, resulting in the unfortunate demise of Young Master Yan."

As it turned out, Mei Youniao had his own intentions for returning.

He was well aware of Yan An\'s status and understood the significance of the Yan family in the Eastern Capital.

Ling Feng killing Yan An was undoubtedly stirring up a huge hornet\'s nest. By delivering this news to the Yan family, Mei Youniao could completely distance himself from Ling Feng, avoiding any repercussions. Moreover, there was a chance to align with the Yan family, breaking free from the confines of the Wenxian Sect.

It must be admitted that Mei Youniao had a certain level of cunning, and he turned out to be more devious and ruthless than Ling Feng had initially imagined.

He was also more shameless and ungrateful!

"Oh?" Lin Yinyin\'s eyebrows furrowed. "Speak up, who exactly killed Yan An?"

"It\'s Ling Feng! He relies on his strength and acts arrogantly, committing ruthless murders without blinking an eye. He\'s a lunatic, daring enough to even kill the young master of the Yan family!"

Mei Youniao spared no effort in demeaning Ling Feng, wearing a look of deep disgust. The way he presented himself now was starkly different from his previous pitiful and pleading demeanor.

"Ling Feng?" Lin Yinyin chuckled. "You\'ve done well. Now, do you happen to know where Ling Feng is?"

"I don\'t know about that. That guy is very cunning. After we separated, he made his escape," Mei Youniao shook his head and added, "But he must still be in Luofeng Canyon. And also!"

As Mei Youniao spoke, he excitedly took out a blank scroll from a dimensional pouch. In no time, he retrieved a brush and quickly sketched the appearance of Ling Feng with just a few strokes.

Despite Mei Youniao being despicable and shameless, his artistic skills surprisingly had a certain level of proficiency.

"It\'s him!" Lin Yinyin\'s pupils contracted suddenly, recalling the white-clad youth she had seen earlier in the river valley.

No wonder she had found Ling Feng somewhat familiar at that time. It turned out he was one of the Wenxian Sect disciples who had been hiding at this mountain stream before!

"Honored Lady, have you seen him before?" Mei Youniao blinked his eyes and, noticing Lin Yinyin\'s expression, immediately asked.

"So cunning! Instead of fleeing, he dared to head southwest after committing murder!" Lin Yinyin\'s lips curved with a hint of admiration, marveling at Ling Feng\'s cunning strategy.

Mei Youniao chuckled. "It seems the Lady has a lead now."

"Yes, indeed, there\'s a lead." Lin Yinyin smiled faintly, her gaze fixed on Mei Youniao. "Your artistic skills are quite impressive."

"No, you\'re too kind. In fact, I excel more in painting portraits of beautiful women, especially extraordinary beauties like yourself!" Mei Youniao tried to flatter her.

Lin Yinyin giggled. "Your words are quite sweet, but I must say, this painting has a few shortcomings."

"Oh, where?" Mei Youniao was taken aback, looking at the portrait of Ling Feng.

"Missing a bit of color!" Lin Yinyin\'s voice suddenly turned ice-cold. Her hand thrust forward, piercing directly through Mei Youniao\'s chest.

Drip!

Drip!

Fresh blood dripped onto the scroll, staining the entire painting with a deep crimson hue.

"Now, that\'s better."

Lin Yinyin covered her mouth and chuckled, her pinky finger lightly touched the blood on the scroll, then she put it into her cherry-like mouth.

"Why! You! You—"

Mei Youniao\'s voice abruptly halted as he stared at Lin Yinyin in disbelief, unable to comprehend why she had suddenly killed him.

"Why, you ask?" Lin Yinyin\'s eyes flickered with a sinister gleam. "Because you and I belong to the same kind of people!"

...

"This place is indeed a hidden cave!"

Ling Feng passed through the waterfall and entered a cave that was more than two people\'s height.

The cave was relatively small, aptly described as a place where one could see everything at a glance. Despite its modest size, it was exceptionally well-concealed. Without careful scrutiny, the lair of the red-tailed fox would remain undiscovered.

Moving through the passage influenced by the external tide, Ling Feng entered a chamber containing a simple stone bed. The bed was adorned with dry, withered grass, making for rather basic accommodations.

Ling Feng carefully searched the cave, and soon he noticed a small, seemingly loose stone beneath the stone bed. Digging out the small stone, a faint red light immediately shimmered from within.

"This is it!" Ling Feng exclaimed with joy. He reached out and retrieved a round, bright red bead.

Although Ling Feng wasn\'t sure what it was, the rich scent of blood and the abundant, majestic demonic energy emanating from it made him believe that this was undoubtedly an extraordinary treasure!

If Yan Jinghong was here, he would undoubtedly recognize this as the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl he had been tirelessly searching for.

Both he and the tiger demon were searching for this treasure, and no one could have anticipated that, in the end, Ling Feng would be the one to obtain it.

Ling Feng held the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl in his palm. He still didn\'t understand how to use this thing, so he didn\'t dare to experiment recklessly.

Securing the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl close to his body, Ling Feng was in high spirits. This trip finally proved to be worthwhile.

He wasn\'t in a hurry to leave at the moment. Ling Feng figured that by now, the people from the Yan family must have discovered Yan An\'s body and were likely searching everywhere for the whereabouts of the murderer.

"Since this place is so well-hidden, I\'ll hide here for a few days before making any decisions."

Opening the bronze storage ring, Ling Feng retrieved a small bag from inside. It was the bag of crystal stones he had confiscated from Li Changqing, a disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, in the wilderness.

Later, Ling Feng inquired with his master, Duanmu Qingshan, and learned that these items were called elemental stones.

Generally, only martial practitioners above the Pulse Formation Realm were qualified to possess treasures like elemental stones. These stones contained extremely pure elemental energy. Practicing with elemental stones yielded effects several times better than regular meditation or even consuming Qi-boosting pills.

"Since I\'ve already finished the Qi-boosting pills, let\'s indulge a bit today!"

Ling Feng acquired a treasure, putting him in high spirits, which prompted him to take out the elemental stones. After all, the bag of elemental stones seemed abundant at first glance, but in reality, it was just over twenty pieces. Ling Feng had shared half with Duanmu Qingshan, so he currently possessed eleven or twelve stones. Every single one counted.

However, just as Ling Feng took out the elemental stones, preparing to absorb the elemental energy within them to enhance his cultivation, he suddenly felt a slight warmth in his chest.

That Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl emitted an incredibly scorching aura, almost singeing Ling Feng\'s chest.

"What\'s the matter?!"

Ling Feng hurriedly threw out the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl and tore open the front of his robe. To his astonishment, he discovered a bizarre mark seared onto his chest. Ling Feng couldn\'t comprehend its meaning at all.

The Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl began to spin in mid-air. With a swift whoosh, it collided directly with the elemental stone in Ling Feng\'s hand.

In a sudden burst of crimson light, the elemental stone in his grasp produced a sharp crack sound, disintegrating into delicate white powder that sprinkled across the ground.