It didn’t let Luo Feng down; the incomplete manual of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber was indeed inside the storage ring.

Moreover, besides the saber move "Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Saber" recorded on it, there was another saber move, making it two saber moves in total!

The Four Symbols Ultimate Saber has four levels in total, each level corresponding to one saber move. The Evil Saber had incomplete manuals for two saber moves on him, so he definitely thought the other two saber moves were also in his own possession. No wonder he had insisted on not selling the incomplete secret manual.

A top‑grade Earth‑rank Martial Arts manual is worth at least tens of millions of second‑grade Yuan Stones; the key point is that even with the stones, there’s nowhere to buy it. For a saber man, this manual is even more precious than any treasure. If Luo Feng were the Evil Saber, he would have made the same choice.

Unfortunately, merits and demerits, success and failure—these two saber moves have ended up in his hands in the end.

With a sweep of his finger across the storage ring, Luo Feng took out the incomplete manual.

"Four Symbols Ultimate Saber, second level: Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Saber."

"Four Symbols Ultimate Saber, third level: Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting Saber."

After roughly flipping through the manual, Luo Feng took a deep breath.

Just as he had expected, what was recorded in this manual were exactly the second and third moves of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber. In this way, he now possessed the first three saber moves.

"A pity it’s missing the fourth move..."

Luo Feng felt a bit of regret. After a brief disappointment, he no longer bothered about it.

He had originally thought the Evil Dao only had one saber move on him, yet the result far exceeded his expectations—there were actually two!

According to the Red Blood Elder, this Four Symbols Ultimate Saber counts among the best even within top‑grade Earth‑rank saber techniques. Even with only the first three moves, once cultivated to success its power is anything but ordinary, enough to suppress powerhouses of the same generation. This could already be seen from the first move, "Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber."

Being able to smoothly cut down the Evil Saber this time owed a great deal to the Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber.

The difficulty of cultivating a top‑grade Earth‑rank saber technique is anything but ordinary; Luo Feng had no intention of cultivating it right now. He directly put the manual into the Washing Dragon Ring, his gaze once again landing on the storage ring as he thought to himself: as an old‑school Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm who has roamed the rtiad for decades, the Evil Saber’s wealth must be anything but ordinary. Let’s see if there’s anything else to be gained.

With that thought, Luo Feng’s Soul Power once more seeped into the storage ring.

As expected, just as he had thought, the Evil Saber’s net worth was absolutely hefty. There were close to four million second‑grade Yuan Stones alone, and as for first‑grade Yuan Stones and gold and silver, they were simply beyond counting, far surpassing the vast majority of Martial Artists of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Besides that, there were quite a few other treasures as well, including all kinds of natural treasures, Spiritual Medicine, equipment, Martial Arts secret manuals...

There was too much stuff; Luo Feng didn’t have the energy to check it piece by piece. Instead, a five‑foot long saber caught his attention.

Taking the saber out from the storage ring, Luo Feng recognized it at a glance; this was the Evil Saber’s waist‑saber.

The scabbard was a dark red, carved with ferocious Demon Beast patterns. The hilt was long and slanted, and the guard was the head of a Demon Beast resembling a wolf, its mouth swallowing the entire blade.

Clang!

With a flick of his thumb, three inches of blade were drawn from the scabbard.

Instantly, bloody light rippled out like water, dyeing the entire room blood‑red. Faint howls of wolves echoed around, the baleful aura astonishing. If it were an ordinary person, they simply wouldn’t dare to draw this saber.

"Blood Shadow Knife... what a fine blade."

Seeing the saber’s name engraved on the scabbard, Luo Feng nodded to himself.

For this saber to actually emit a baleful aura, it was definitely no ordinary Spirit Weapon.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this saber should be a top‑grade fourth‑rank Spirit Weapon. Although it couldn’t compare to the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, it was still a rarely seen treasure.

Luo Feng already had the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, so he had no need for this Blood Shadow Knife. However, if taken to auction, its value should exceed one and a half million second‑grade Yuan Stones—and that’s a conservative estimate. For this kind of Divine weapon, if it were to meet someone who truly needed it, its value could easily double.

After putting the Blood Shadow Knife into the Washing Dragon Ring, Luo Feng thought for a moment, then picked out some natural treasures and Martial Arts secret manuals from the Evil Saber’s storage ring, and then put the storage ring away.

The remaining items and Yuan Stones he planned to hand over to Lin Hongyi.

Being able to smoothly slay the Evil Saber this time was thanks to Lin Hongyi’s assistance. She had surely known in her heart how perilous this trip would be, yet still followed him without hesitation. Luo Feng naturally wouldn’t forget such a favor.

After tidying up the spoils, Luo Feng focused his hearing; from Lin Hongyi’s room next door came the sound of steady breathing.

"Looks like she really is exhausted..."

With a faint smile, Luo Feng lay down without undressing and soon fell into sleep, leaving only a sliver of consciousness awake.

After today’s great battle, he had exhausted his Yuan Qi and was extremely tired as well.

In the deep of night, Luo Feng opened his eyes, pushed open the window, and outside the ink‑dark sky held a waning moon like a hook. Pale moonlight spilled over all of Cloud Martial City; a distant lake under the moonlight looked like a block of transparent crystal, shining with a hazy jade glow, mysterious and magnificent.

After enjoying the night breeze for a while, Luo Feng murmured to himself:

"I’ve pretty much recovered. Time to start cultivating."

With a wave he closed the window, returned to the bed, sat cross‑legged, and after a moment, a faint dragon roar rippled out from within his body.

There was only one month left before the New Dragon List tournament; he didn’t want to waste the slightest bit of time.

Now that the cultivation of Grand Momentum already had a clear path, he wanted to raise the second transformation of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, the Blood Soul Transformation, to the ninth level as soon as possible. By then he could condense a strand of True Yuan, becoming a killing move among killing moves; challenging opponents two entire levels above his own Cultivation should be no difficult task.

Deep night.

Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo...

In the vast Gobi, wild winds raged, sending pebbles rolling all over the ground, the scenery bleak and desolate.

Roar!

In the boundless wilderness, several Red Blood Fierce Wolves, three to four meters tall with fur like flames, stood in a circle, their blood‑red, demonic eyes glaring at each other, issuing wave after wave of terrifying roars from their throats, trying to intimidate their rivals into retreat.

In their midst lay a mangled, bloody corpse.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air rose; in the pitch‑black night sky appeared a streak of cyan sword light and a crimson fireball.

The sword light and fireball tore through the darkness, streaking toward this side like galloping lightning, the sonic booms they produced thundering like a storm, tyrannical and unmatched.

Swish!

The cyan sword light arrived first. By the faint moonlight one could see that it was a young man in a tight cyan outfit with a tall, straight figure.

The youth traveled by riding his sword. Upon reaching the air above the pack of wolves, he stopped, circled once, and said, "Looks like this is the place."

Boom boom boom boom...

The crimson fireball burned through the air as it shot over, triggering bursts of Thunderbolt‑like explosions, stopping beside the youth. From within it stepped out a middle‑aged man in brocade clothes, his expression gloomy and sinister.

His gaze swept over the shocking saber marks on the ground, then fell upon the corpse in the middle of the wolf pack. Frowning, he said:

"Looks like we’re late. Qian Shaofeng, is that corpse that brat Luo Feng?"

The youth on the sword was precisely the Azure Cloud Swordsman Qian Shaofeng of the Sky Sword Pavilion, who had crossed hands with Luo Feng at the Business Alliance Conference.

Qian Shaofeng glanced downward and said flatly:

"We’ll know once we go down and take a look."