How did you know about this place? Yu Daohan asked.
Liu Feng did not hide anything. "That guy told me."
Yu Daohan knew that the guy Liu Feng was referring to was Qin Muyu.
With that in mind, it wasn't surprising. After all, only he and Qin Muyu knew about this place. Liu Feng knowing about it could only mean one thing: that guy had told him.
"Stop standing around like a fool. Let's go in and take a look," Liu Feng said, handing the key to Yu Daohan.
What Yu Daohan didn't know was that Liu Feng had found this place himself.
Yu Daohan took the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned. The lock clicked open.
*Creak~*
The wooden door scraped against the threshold, emitting a harsh sound.
Yu Daohan looked inside. The furnishings were exactly as he remembered, as if time had stood still.
"How is it? Anything changed?" Liu Feng also walked in, looking at the interior.
Yu Daohan nodded, touching the table. There wasn't a speck of dust. It had clearly been cleaned three days ago. "Do you come here often?"
Liu Feng found a chair and sat down. "Not that often. Maybe once a week."
Liu Feng got straight to the point. "You need to think carefully. Fusing with the Ghost Horn is extremely risky. Although I know this dark art, I've never experimented with it myself. I don't know what kind of accidents might happen. You can still back out now if you regret it."
Yu Daohan shook his head, his resolve firm. He grinned. "Didn't you say Xu Feng did crazy things to improve his strength? If he could, why can't I, Yu Daohan?"
Liu Feng looked at Yu Daohan, the image of Xu Feng from five hundred years ago reappearing in his mind.
Liu Feng laughed heartily. "Good. Since you've made up your mind, we'll start cultivating tomorrow."
As if he had anticipated Yu Daohan's arrival, Liu Feng had already prepared rice and vegetables, enough for them to eat for two months.
Yu Daohan increasingly felt that his every move was under Liu Feng's surveillance. He had made the decision to fuse with the Ghost Horn on impulse, yet Liu Feng had already prepared provisions.
When it was time for dinner, Yu Daohan cooked, and they ate and chatted.
In the middle of the night, Yu Daohan was fast asleep. Liu Feng sat by the chair, watching the sleeping Yu Daohan, his gaze suddenly turning serious. "This is your last life. I will never let you be killed like before!"
*Morning~*
Yu Daohan had just woken up. He looked around and saw that Liu Feng wasn't in the room. He got up and went outside.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Liu Feng standing in the open space nearby.
Seeing Yu Daohan awake, Liu Feng tossed a wooden staff towards him.
Yu Daohan caught the staff, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Is this part of the training for fusing with the Ghost Horn?"
Liu Feng shook his head, a smile on his face. "Not exactly. Fusing with the Ghost Horn isn't urgent. I'll teach you some combat techniques first."
Yu Daohan glanced at the wooden staff. Its length, thickness, and four edges were exactly the same as the Kang Long Jian. It seemed Liu Feng had designed it specifically.
Yu Daohan gripped the Kang Long Jian. To be honest, all his combat skills were taught by Qin Muyu.
However, after witnessing Liu Feng's fight in Ghost Street last time, his combat skills were no less than Qin Muyu's, and his phantom-like strike was simply astonishing.
Yu Daohan assumed an offensive stance. Liu Feng raised a hand and beckoned. "Come!"
Yu Daohan stomped his foot on the ground and swung the wooden staff he held, slashing diagonally towards Liu Feng.
Liu Feng leaned to his left, dodging Yu Daohan's swing.
Seeing his attack miss, Yu Daohan immediately shifted his grip on the staff and slashed diagonally again.
Liu Feng dodged with a sidestep. Just as Yu Daohan was about to shift his grip to slash again, Liu Feng's staff swung towards Yu Daohan's head.
With no other option, Yu Daohan retracted his staff and blocked Liu Feng's incoming strike.
*Bang!*
Liu Feng's force was immense. Yu Daohan's feet sank slightly into the earth.
"So heavy," Yu Daohan murmured.
This strike was comparable to the full force of a top-ranked expert.
Yu Daohan forcefully pushed Liu Feng's staff away and retreated. Liu Feng pressed his advantage, swinging his staff towards Yu Daohan's shoulder.
Seeing this, Yu Daohan was about to raise the Kang Long Jian to block when Liu Feng abruptly changed his attack. He powerfully flicked Yu Daohan's staff away, then straightened his arm, pointing the staff directly at Yu Daohan's brow.
"I lost," Yu Daohan said, raising his hand. He couldn't help but admire Liu Feng's combat skills.
Liu Feng threw his wooden staff to Yu Daohan. "Do you know where you lost?"
"Strength. When encountering someone stronger than me, it's an unavoidable weakness. If my staff hadn't been knocked away just now, I might not have lost so quickly," Yu Daohan replied.
Liu Feng nodded. "Precisely, but strength wasn't the main reason."
Yu Daohan looked puzzled. "Then what was it?"
Liu Feng began to explain. "I designed this wooden staff based on the Kang Long Jian."
The Kang Long Jian is the overlord of all weapons, primarily relying on brute force. It is a blunt weapon, not a killing weapon. Its attack style is not like a sword, directly targeting the enemy's throat. Its greatest characteristic is its ability to counter all weapons, playing to its strengths and avoiding its weaknesses. Its offense is its defense.
When two weapons clash, the Kang Long Jian doesn't need to attack the enemy's body; it attacks the weapon. Just like just now, the moment it deflects the opponent's weapon, it creates an opportunity for a fatal blow.