灵气崩坏：地球上最后一个修炼者

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Yin Wuming couldn't help but laugh. Since reaching the innate realm, it had been a long time since anyone had dared to mock him. This was an experience he found quite amusing. "You might be misunderstanding me a bit," Yin Wuming said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh? Pray tell," Lin Feng responded. "I, Yin Wuming, was exceptionally talented. I entered the earth realm at sixteen, reached innate realm first level by thirty-seven, and broke through to the innate realm at forty-eight, shocking the entire Yun Chuan martial world!" "During my time, when the name Yin Wuming was spoken, even the youngest children in Yun Chuan would cry in fear!" Yin Wuming's eyes grew contemptuous as he looked at Lin Feng. "'Wuming' doesn't mean 'to die without a name'! It means 'invincible destiny.' Do you understand?" At these words, many martial artists in the crowd nodded in agreement. Yin Wuming's life achievements were indeed remarkable. Reaching the innate realm at forty-eight was almost unheard of in Yun Chuan. "So it's 'invincible destiny'! Elder Yin is truly grand!" "He lives up to his name, constantly reminding himself to follow the path of invincibility!" "Impressive! This is the difference between us and the strong! Not only in terms of strength but in every aspect!" "Damn it, from tonight onwards, don't call me Wang Damao, call me Wang Invincible!" ... Hearing the discussions around him, Yin Wuming's arrogance grew. He was about to continue speaking when Lin Feng cleared his throat and said, "Hei...tui~" Alarmed, Yin Wuming's expression changed, and he leapt back, landing several meters away, his eyes filled with vigilance. "Just spitting, is it that frightening?" Lin Feng said lazily. "It doesn't quite fit with your earlier invincible demeanor!" "You... dare to mock me?" Yin Wuming's face grew cold. Having seen Lin Feng kill an innate realm practitioner with a spit, he had been on guard against a similar attack. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so cunning, deliberately humiliating him in front of everyone. "What's wrong? Is spitting no longer acceptable?" Lin Feng asked淡淡. "Hmph! Stop pretending. I want to see whether your spit is stronger or my Wuming Divine Fist is more powerful!" Yin Wuming snorted. The mocking smiles of the surrounding martial artists made him realize he had to quickly defeat Lin Feng to regain his dignity. How could he continue in Yun Chuan otherwise? It was absurd for a prominent innate realm expert to be frightened by a mere spit. "Watch!" Yin Wuming roared, his fists moving rapidly, creating countless fist shadows in the space around him. This was his exclusive martial skill, the Wuming Divine Fist! It was a supreme boxing technique he had realized at forty-three during his travels by the sea, observing the turbulent waves. The essence of this technique was speed—each punch faster and more powerful than the last. Within a second, he could throw hundreds of punches, the power stacking like waves, reaching an astonishing level. Yin Wuming was extremely cautious, knowing Lin Feng was no ordinary person, so he used all his strength from the start, intending to kill Lin Feng in one blow. Watching this, the smiles of many martial artists in the crowd faded, replaced by solemn expressions. Was this the legendary Wuming Divine Fist? It was indeed terrifying! Not only was the speed incredible, but the force was also immense. Even from a distance, they could feel a pressure. The wind from the punches roared, slicing their cheeks painfully. "Yin Wuming's Wuming Divine Fist has reached new heights! If he used this against me, my chances of winning would be less than eighty percent!" Li Yu's eyes flickered. This was indeed impressive! He was from the Li family, which had deep roots and a variety of martial techniques. For Yin Wuming to contend with him using a self-created technique was remarkable. "Brother Ye, this is the Wuming Divine Fist! Can Young Master Lin's skills block it?" Zeng Sanshui asked anxiously. In just two or three seconds, Yin Wuming had thrown three to four hundred punches! His fists now radiated a scorching light and terrifying fluctuations, making it hard to imagine the destruction they could cause if released. "Don't worry! Young Master Lin's skills are far more than just spitting!" Ye Tianxin was confident! In his eyes, Young Master Lin was a martial arts master! An innate realm practitioner was nothing but a clown, easily defeated! "Wuming Divine Fist!" At this moment, Yin Wuming's aura reached its peak, and his fists were aimed at Lin Feng with a powerful strike! "Boom!!" In an instant, a vast force surged like a torrent, causing the space to twist slightly! Yet, in the face of this terrifying attack, Lin Feng stood still, motionless. As the energy wave approached, he casually said, "Hei...tui~" "Boom!" The overwhelming energy wave instantly dissipated, disappearing without a trace. Moreover, the spit, after dispersing the energy wave, continued unabated, crashing directly into Yin Wuming's body. Yin Wuming couldn't even react. His chest exploded with a loud bang, leaving a gaping, bloody hole. "You... you..." Yin Wuming looked down at the hole in his chest, then at Lin Feng, trying to say something, but no words came out. In his final moments, His mind was filled with confusion and disbelief! What kind of bizarre technique was this? "Bang!" Yin Wuming's body fell heavily to the ground, blood pooling around him. He was dead beyond recovery! Seeing this, The entire scene fell into silence. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their hairs standing on end! What... a powerful technique!Even Li Yu's expression changed slightly as he looked at Lin Feng in disbelief. This was truly astonishing! A mere technique, and it had allowed an ordinary person to kill an innate realm expert?! If such a technique could be acquired, and taught to the women in the Li family who were otherwise powerless, wouldn't the Li family rise to great heights in Yun Chuan? "Excellent, this technique is something the Li family must have!" Li Yu's heart raced with excitement. However, he didn't act recklessly. Since Yin Wuming had been defeated so easily, Li Yu knew he would probably stand no chance himself. He needed to return to the clan, discuss with the elders, and plan carefully. "A nameless technique, and even the fist technique is unknown! How could he not die?" Lin Feng shook his head. He then turned his gaze to the crowd and said淡淡: "As usual, you have three minutes to leave the Zeng family residence. After three minutes, anyone who stays here will face my wrath." At these words, many martial artists in the crowd changed their expressions. Lin Feng's words, though not overtly aggressive, were highly insulting, showing no regard for them. However, no one dared to retort and instead, they all looked towards Li Yu. In their view, Only Li Yu had a chance to match Lin Feng now! "Young Master Lin's skills are unparalleled! Li Yu truly admires you. May I inquire if you are free tomorrow? As the host of Yun Chuan East, the Li family would like to show our hospitality!" Li Yu approached with a smile. He planned to stabilize the situation first and then deal with it slowly. "You have two minutes left." Lin Feng said淡淡. Li Yu's face froze for a moment, then he forced a smile and said, "You might not know, but the Li family..." "Countdown, thirty seconds!" Lin Feng interrupted Li Yu. "Green mountains remain, the waters flow long! Young Master Lin, we have plenty of time in the future!" Li Yu quickly uttered a few words, then shot out towards the exit. He could see that Lin Feng was not joking! Once the time was up, he would truly start killing! Facing that strange technique, he had no confidence in winning and wasn't willing to take the risk. Seeing that even Li Yu had retreated, the rest of the crowd also couldn't stay calm, rushing towards the exit as if their legs could grow longer. In the blink of an eye, The once crowded Zeng family residence was now empty. ... After everyone had left, Zeng Sanshui, still trying to suppress his shock, stepped forward and clasped his fists in respect. "Thank you, Young Master Lin, for helping the Zeng family out of this predicament!" "No need for thanks. I came to ask you about something," Lin Feng said. Zeng Sanshui's expression froze, and he fell silent, pondering. "Young Master Lin, Brother Zeng is my only confidant." Ye Tianxin quickly interjected with a smile. Lin Feng cast a淡淡 glance at Ye Tianxin and remained silent. Ye Tianxin's heart skipped a beat. Realizing he had overstepped, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak further. "I want to know, how did you learn about the Immortal Tomb? Rumor has it that you obtained a miraculous elixir from the Immortal Tomb and advanced from the earth realm to the innate realm. Is that true?" Lin Feng asked directly. Zeng Sanshui hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Actually, this isn't much of a secret. The news about the Immortal Tomb was indeed spread by me, but my breakthrough to the innate realm wasn't due to any elixir." "Oh?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. "Young Master Lin, this isn't something that can be explained in a few sentences. Let's sit down first." Zeng Sanshui invited Lin Feng to sit and had a servant bring out a pot of fine Yun Chuan Pu'er tea. Immediately, the large meeting hall was filled with the aroma of tea, which was soothing. "Go on." Lin Feng said, taking a sip of tea. Zeng Sanshui exhaled deeply before continuing: "The story goes like this..." With Zeng Sanshui's explanation, Lin Feng finally understood the general situation. About half a month ago, one night, Zeng Sanshui was discussing socialist new ideas with his wife when a mysterious person suddenly appeared. This mysterious person revealed the existence of the Immortal Tomb and asked Zeng Sanshui to spread the news. Zeng Sanshui knew this was a serious matter, which could destroy the entire Zeng family if mishandled, so he initially refused. But the mysterious person laughed lightly and said that if Zeng Sanshui spread the news, he would help him break through to the innate realm... "I initially refused, but the offer was too tempting!" "To be honest, my martial arts talent is mediocre. Without a fortuitous opportunity, it would be impossible for me to reach the innate realm in this lifetime!" Zeng Sanshui said with a wry smile. "So, how did he help you reach the innate realm?" Lin Feng asked. Zeng Sanshui hesitated before answering: "He just placed his hand on my head for ten seconds, and I reached the innate realm..." Ye Tianxin, who was nearby, couldn't help but gasp in shock, exclaiming: "Ten seconds? Helped you reach the innate realm? Brother, you must be joking!" "I know it sounds unbelievable, but if I hadn't experienced it myself, I wouldn't believe it either! But it's the truth..." Zeng Sanshui said with a hint of awe in his eyes. He continued: "To this day, thinking about that mysterious person still makes me anxious! He was so terrifying; just standing there made me feel like I was suffocating." "Do you remember what the mysterious person looked like?" Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. Could this mysterious person be the old man? "I don't know... I couldn't see his appearance at all! He was shrouded in darkness, and I could only vaguely tell he was a man!" Zeng Sanshui paused before adding: "Also... his legs seemed a bit unsteady?" "You mean he was limping?" Lin Feng frowned. His sister had mentioned that the person who brought their parents' ashes was also a cripple! Could they be the same person? If that's the case, then it's certain that the disappearance of his parents is related to the old man! Otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences? "Hehe... I might have been mistaken. Such a person wouldn't have any leg problems, right?" Zeng Sanshui said uncertainly. "Anything else? Did the mysterious person say anything else?" Lin Feng continued to ask. "He only told me to spread the news about the Immortal Tomb and gave me a black token, saying it was the key to the Immortal Tomb!" Zeng Sanshui said, pulling out a black token from his bosom. Lin Feng took the token and examined it. Indeed, It was identical to the token left by the old man! "The mysterious person said there were three black tokens in total. As long as I spread the news about the Immortal Tomb, the other two token holders would come to find me! Then the three of us could open the Immortal Tomb together and obtain the supreme inheritance inside!" Zeng Sanshui continued: "But it's been half a month, and I haven't seen the second token yet." "The second token is with me." Lin Feng revealed his own token. He was puzzled. What could be in that restriction that made it so complicated? What was the old man's intention with these actions?