Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor

After crippling Yangg Dexian's hands, Shi Feng's gaze turned icy as he stared ahead.

A single gaze sufficed to frighten the crowd, causing them to retreat repeatedly.

Shi Feng's lips curled into a cold smirk as his right hand flipped, producing a snow-white longsword from his Storage Ring, appearing in his hand.

"Swoosh!" He stabbed the longsword into the ground at his feet, burying half of the blade, then Shi Feng's cold voice reached everyone's ears, "From this moment on, this sword marks the boundary, anyone who crosses it dies!"

"Anyone who crosses this sword dies!"

"Anyone who crosses this sword dies!"

Shi Feng's cold voice echoed in the hearts of the villagers of Xiuling Village for a long time.

By the time the villagers regained their senses, the young silhouette in the darkness had disappeared.

"Ah, village chief, village chief, oh village chief." Someone shouted first, and a collective wail rose among the crowd, as if they had lost a dear father, and they rushed toward the unconscious Yangg Dexian.

There were also six burly men groaning on the ground, but because they lay beyond the sword, several people looked at each other, hesitant to come forward.

Someone shouted urgently, "Head Yangg, Li Dazhuang, crawl over here quick. If he comes back out and finds you there, I think he really might kill you!"

After this night, Shi Feng's ferocity would surely spread throughout the village.

...

Shi Feng returned to his house and saw an old wooden table placed a distance away inside, which held a dimly lit oil lamp.

On the table was a plate of green wild vegetables, two bowls of thin porridge, and a small head.

The little one, Shi Ling, had actually fallen asleep on the table.

So much had happened today, the little one must have been exhausted.

Shi Feng approached the table; the two bowls of porridge were very dilute, still steaming.

Shi Ling had served him a big bowl, while her own tiny bowl contained exceptionally thin porridge, mostly liquid.

Seeing that the tableware hadn't been touched, it seemed the little one had been waiting for him to return before eating and had fallen asleep waiting.

"Ah... silly girl..." Shi Feng sighed softly and carefully picked up Shi Ling, walking toward the bed where Bai Yue'e lay.

She could sleep first if she was tired; they could eat when she woke up.

Placing Shi Ling beside Bai Yue'e, he gently covered her with a hemp blanket, then Shi Feng went back to that half-dug pit to continue his labor.

Returning to the pit, he bent over and touched the ground with both hands, and with one final tap, the Barrier he had set up before leaving instantly shattered.

Instantly, the suppressed Dark Evil Qi surged out like a ferocious beast from ancient times, engulfing Shi Feng.

"Ah, that feels great!" Bathed in the malicious aura, the Nine Nether Technique activated, his pores opened wide to absorb it frantically, and Shi Feng couldn't help but let out a contented groan.

Suddenly, a white light shone from his body, and Shi Feng advanced another stage, stepping into the Five-star Martial Disciple level. His rate of advancement had completely shattered the common knowledge of martial arts on the Tianheng Continent.

With regards to advancement, Shi Feng was completely indifferent, as if nothing had happened, bending down to pick up the shovel to continue digging.

His entire focus was on the treasure beneath the soil, and he couldn't wait to see it.

Let's see what kind of Dark Evil Supreme Treasure is buried underground.

His movements grew faster and faster, and the malevolent Qi overflowing from the pit grew increasingly dense; Shi Feng felt no fatigue whatsoever, becoming more and more excited. After digging about half a meter further down, he suddenly heard a "clang" as his iron shovel struck a hard object. Because of the excessive force Shi Feng had applied, his arms were left somewhat numb.

"Hmm? Did I find it?" Furrowing his brows, he grasped the shovel again, and peered down to check. Was the object he had struck with the shovel a hard stone?

"No, that's not it." Shi Feng sensed for a moment and realized that the stone was not the Dark Evil Supreme Treasure he was looking for.

"Could it be further below?" he murmured softly, before leaping into the pit. After landing, he used the shovel to clear the soil covering the stone to reveal its full appearance.

After shoveling for a while, Shi Feng discovered that it seemed to be a stone slab.

Eventually, when the soil covering the stone slab was completely cleared, Shi Feng confirmed that its shape was that of a stone coffin lid.

Looking down at the coffin lid under his feet, his frown deepened. He crouched down, extended his right hand, and gently pressed on the coffin lid to sense the object below.

Then Shi Feng's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he slowly became excited, bursting into laughter as he said, "The Absolute Evil Corpse, yes, that feeling is unmistakable. It's the Absolute Evil Corpse, haha... I searched everywhere in my past life, and to think that in this life, I would stumble upon it by accident."

Shi Feng was filled with a sense of wonder, his face brimming with joy.

Suddenly, he jolted, as if realizing something.

His joyful expression became calm, then his face grew more solemn as he thought, "Damn, I almost forgot, right now I'm just a Martial Disciple."

Because he had sensed the Absolute Evil Corpse, he was overly excited and had completely forgotten about his current situation.

If he were still the Emperor Nine Nether from his previous life, subduing an Absolute Evil Corpse would just be a matter of lifting a finger. But now, it was fraught with immense danger.

A Yin Corpse is a body buried underground which, due to certain special conditions, doesn't decompose for a long time and mutates after absorbing the Primordial Energy from the depths of the earth for a long period.

Generally, the probability of forming a Yin Corpse is extremely low, and most Yin Corpses have limited growth, with generally low ranks.

In his past life, Shi Feng had seen the highest rank of a Yin Corpse only reach the Fourth-stage, which is equivalent to the Martial King Realm.

However, the Absolute Evil Corpse is absolutely different from ordinary Yin Corpses—ancient records stated that there is a special physique within the Human Clan called the Jue Shaa. It is Supreme Yin and utmost evil, and those born with the Absolute Evil Yin Body live no more than five years.

The Supreme Yin and Ultimate Evil physique was somewhat similar to the Nine Nether Body that Shi Feng had cultivated in his past life.

However, those with the Absolute Evil Yin Body typically live no more than five years, but after death, their corpses are considered Dark Evil Supreme Treasures. The Absolute Evil Corpse, which mutates after absorbing Primordial Energy for a long time, has infinite potential and astonishing talent.

There was once a record in an ancient book about an Absolute Evil Corpse that was a supreme powerhouse under that sky, the Ninth-stage Corpse Emperor.

It was because the Absolute Evil Corpse had such shocking talent and boundless potential that made Shi Feng highly wary at this moment.

His family had lived here for at least fifteen years. Even if it was buried just fifteen years ago and then mutated, at present, it was at least a Second-stage Master-level Yin Corpse—two whole realms apart, an existence that could completely defeat him.

Not to mention if it evolved into a Third-stage Spirit Rank, Fourth-stage King Level, Fifth-stage Emperor-level... or even stronger...

But now that it had come to this point, giving up was simply not in the style of Emperor Nine Nether.

"Here goes nothing! If I die, I die!" gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said.

Up until now, there had still been no movement from within, indicating that whatever was inside was still in a dormant state. This was also one of the main reasons Shi Feng did not back down.

Shi Feng retreated to the side, his hands forming a strange handprint. The handprint continuously flipped and changed, casting shadows upon shadows.

The Dark Evil Qi originally emanating from the stone coffin was now being drawn by Shi Feng's manipulation, all gathering above him. If one looked carefully, they would see a small swirl the size of a millstone forming above Shi Feng's head.

Gradually, a ghostly white color emerged in the small swirl, forming ancient characters that appeared profound and mysterious, as if tadpoles were swimming within.