Chapter 118: Lethal Techniques

Xiao Kaitian’s act of bidding on the Cold Flame Stone puzzled Luo Yanxin even more in her new eyes. A flicker of doubt passed through her mind—could Xiao Kaitian be a martial cultivator? Only martial cultivators would take such an interest in these items.

Suppressing her suspicions, she couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Xiao, should the items you won be taken away now, or should we send them to you later?”

“Take them now,” Xiao Kaitian decided quickly. Sending them later might endanger those around him. He hadn’t yet acquired the means to protect himself. Though many eyes might be on the items now, it was still better than putting his loved ones at risk.

The organizers naturally preferred Xiao Kaitian’s choice. Shortly after Luo Yanxin made the call, the jade pendant and Cold Flame Stone he had won were delivered to him.

Xiao Kaitian casually slipped the jade pendant into his wallet and wrapped the Cold Flame Stone with his Divine Source to block its radiation before pocketing it. Obtaining such treasures was a worthy reward for his efforts in Harbor City.

He had spent over six hundred million, but the returns far exceeded the cost.

The question was whether he could safely return to Han Tang with these items. Harbor City was a melting pot of factions, and compared to the strict control over martial cultivators within Han Tang, this place was a paradise of “freedom.”

No sooner had Xiao Kaitian and Luo Yanxin left the building than they felt several surging energies sweep past him. These energies couldn’t penetrate his Divine Source, but it was clear someone had set their sights on him.

Normally, information about customers and auction results wouldn’t be leaked. But without absolute certainty, especially with a stranger like him, it wasn’t unimaginable for martial cultivators with ulterior motives to cast suspicion his way.

“Let’s split up,” Xiao Kaitian said, unwilling to drag the ordinary girl into danger. “I’ll contact you once I’m back at the Peninsula Hotel. As for your questions, we’ll set a time to discuss them properly.”

“You…” Luo Yanxin wasn’t a fool. Xiao Kaitian’s cautious tone made her immediately realize the gravity of the situation. “Is it safe?”

“Not sure, but probably,” Xiao Kaitian smiled slightly. Judging from the energies that swept over him, those targeting him were below Earth Realm level. He could handle them for now.

Those who truly coveted him, knowing his status, wouldn’t strike immediately.

“Then please be careful.” Cold sweat beaded on Luo Yanxin’s forehead. She hadn’t anticipated things would escalate like this. Xiao Kaitian’s victory at the auction was bound to attract attention, but as she wasn’t a martial cultivator, she could offer little help here. “Should we call the police?”

“No need.” Xiao Kaitian shook his head. Police involvement would only complicate matters. Disputes in the martial world were best resolved by martial means.

After parting ways, Luo Yanxin slid into her Maserati, while Xiao Kaitian, hands in the pockets of his trench coat, slowly made his way toward a sparsely populated area.

Behind the apparent prosperity of Temple Street lay a tangled web of forces. Tonight’s martial world auction meant most shops had closed early along the path he chose.

The moon hung high, the wind dark—a perfect killing night. Beneath the flickering neon lights, Xiao Kaitian’s shadow stretched long as he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Not far ahead stood a figure shrouded in the dark corner of the light, his face unseen. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Coldly, he spoke his demand: “Hand over what you won, or—die!”

Xiao Kaitian shrugged off his coat, draping it over his left arm. “If you want it, you’ll have to earn it. Even if you take it from me, can you handle it?”

The man’s combat power registered at 373, but Xiao Kaitian’s attention was drawn to the many hidden presences around. He expanded his Divine Source, sensing every blade of grass and leaf with perfect clarity.

“Attack!” The man clearly had no patience for negotiation and prepared to strike in one decisive blow.

Two figures suddenly appeared on Xiao Kaitian’s left and right, rapidly closing in to encircle him. The two were peak Profound Realm martial cultivators, no match for him.

“Hit!” They shouted in unison midair, raising their hands as several throwing needles shot toward Xiao Kaitian. Smiling faintly, Xiao Kaitian twisted his body; in a flash, both hands caught every needle mid-flight.

“This won’t do! His realm is higher than ours!” The attackers sensed something was off. Landing lightly on their toes, they tried to retreat quickly, but Xiao Kaitian gave them no chance. With a left and right sweep of his hands, the needles were hurled back.

“Thud, thud, thud!” The sound of needles piercing flesh echoed through the silent street, accompanied by agonized screams and bodies collapsing. Within ten seconds, the fight was over.

“He’s an Earth Realm cultivator,” the figure from the shadows exclaimed in surprise. “I didn’t expect you to conceal yourself so well. What cultivation method do you use to contain all your energy without a trace?”

Xiao Kaitian was speechless. He wasn’t holding back; his Divine Source was a higher-dimensional force beyond their perception. But he couldn’t say that. “If you want the secret, come and take it yourself.”

“If I live to see that…” the man growled.

“Heh heh heh,” stepping into the light, the man revealed himself—a youth in a lightweight down jacket and jeans, barely in his early twenties. “I’m Qin Fei, the number one young prodigy of the Qin family and an inner disciple of the Song Mountain Sect. Who are you?”

Though young, Qin Fei had already reached mid Earth Realm, genuinely deserving the title of prodigy. Xiao Kaitian nodded in acknowledgment. “I’m Xiao Kaitian.”

“Never heard of you. But from today on, I’ll remember you,” Qin Fei said, pointing his finger. “You’re the 367th martial cultivator I’ve personally slain.”

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