In an instant.
A terrifying Sword Intent erupted.
Horror filled Huang Feng’s face. His entire body throbbed with a faint, sharp pain, as if he was about to be sliced to ribbons by countless streams of Sword Qi!
"Master! Master, save !"
He scread endlessly, his heart filled with despair.
Facing an expert like Pei Yingyao, who was in the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishnt, he didn’t stand a chance.
Only his master, Murong Kang, could stop Pei Yingyao.
The next instant, his face went pale as he flew uncontrollably through the air, landing directly in front of Pei Yingyao.
With a THUD, the terrifying pressure forced him to his knees on the spot.
"You animal, preying on your own sect mbers!"
Pei Yingyao’s face was as cold as ice, her killing intent surging.
After hearing Li Chang’an’s account and connecting it with the attack from the Big Master of Black Wind Mountain, she imdiately understood that Huang Feng’s shadow lood behind both incidents.
That was why she had co straight to Huang Feng’s residence after leaving Li Chang’an’s courtyard.
Had Huang Feng rely manipulated the Big Master of Black Wind Mountain, she wouldn’t have been this furious.
But in order to get rid of Li Chang’an, Huang Feng had killed a disciple of the Yellow Crane Mountain Lineage!
Fratricide within the sect was a grave taboo!
The disciple who died had no conflict of interest with Huang Feng. He was purely a tool who had to be eliminated—his death was utterly senseless and unjust.
"Junior Martial Uncle Pei, spare ! I didn’t do anything!"
Huang Feng begged for rcy repeatedly, his voice hoarse.
The mont he heard the words "preying on your own sect mbers," he knew he had been exposed.
His begging now wasn’t in the hope that Pei Yingyao would show him leniency, but to stall for ti until his master, Murong Kang, arrived.
As expected, Pei Yingyao ignored his pleas and unleashed a stream of Sword Qi, intending to take his life.
Just then, another blast of Foundation Establishnt Magical Power shot out, blocking the attack in front of Huang Feng.
"Senior Sister, stop!"
Hearing this voice, Pei Yingyao’s elegant brows furrowed slightly as she turned to look.
The newcor was a middle-aged Cultivator of about forty, dressed in a gray robe, with a sowhat sallow complexion.
This was none other than Huang He Master’s thirteenth disciple.
Murong Kang!
"Senior Sister, what happened? Why do you want to kill Feng’er?"
"You don’t know?"
Pei Yingyao stared at him coldly, her eyes like sharp swords.
Murong Kang felt uneasy under her gaze.
He glanced at Huang Feng, realizing his disciple must have caused so catastrophic trouble to provoke such intense killing intent from Pei Yingyao.
"Senior Sister, Feng’er’s parents both died for Yellow Crane Immortal City. For their sake, could you spare his life?"
Murong Kang didn’t ask what had happened again; instead, he imdiately began to plead for him.
Huang Feng’s parents were both talented Righteous Cultivators.
Years ago, the two of them had fought a great battle against the Tribulation Cultivators of the Five Poison Wanderer Lineage to protect the disciples of the Yellow Crane Mountain Lineage. In the end, they were fatally poisoned and died from their incurable wounds.
It was for this reason that Murong Kang had taken Huang Feng as his disciple.
Hearing his words, Pei Yingyao’s expression softened slightly.
"Fine. The death penalty can be avoided!"
With that, she struck Huang Feng’s Celestial Spirit with her palm.
The next mont, endless Sword Qi surged into Huang Feng’s ridians.
"AHHH—"
Huang Feng scread wretchedly, his face contorting as if he were suffering the most brutal torture in the world.
The Sword Qi was incomparably sharp, rampaging through his ridians.
In just a few breaths’ ti, all the ridians in his body were shattered into a thousand pieces.
Such severe damage to his ridians was practically incurable.
Even a Divine Doctor could only shake their head in resignation.
From this day forward, he was a cripple, unable to cultivate ever again!
Seeing this, Murong Kang’s expression changed drastically.
"Senior Sister, you..."
"Do you want a taste of it too?"
Pei Yingyao shot him a cold glance.
Murong Kang shuddered.
He had a feeling that if he tried to intervene, Pei Yingyao would cripple him just as rcilessly!
A mont later, Pei Yingyao withdrew her hand and turned to leave.
anwhile, Huang Feng collapsed to the ground, his face a mask of misery.
"My Cultivation..."
he muttered, his voice filled with utter despair.
For a Celestial Pride like him, being crippled was no different from being dead.
...
「anwhile.」
In the courtyard.
Li Chang’an was carefully examining the aura of Pei Yingyao’s personal sword.
’Such a potent Sword Intent.’
If he could integrate this Sword Intent into his Sword Array, its power would surely rise to another level.
Unfortunately, this was a Sword Intent that only a Sword Cultivator could comprehend.
Li Chang’an coveted it, but he could not grasp its true essence.
’Forget it. The path of slaughter followed by Sword Cultivators is not my path, after all.’
Li Chang’an sighed and shook his head.
’I’m not a genius; I can’t possibly master everything. For now, I should just focus on my own peaceful cultivation.’
Longevity was his true goal.
Thinking of this, he put down the sword and began to clean up the wreckage of the arrays scattered across his courtyard.
’This ti, three of my arrays were destroyed blocking Chu Xiong. It’s a good thing the compensation he gave was enough.’
Li Chang’an picked up a broken Array Flag from the ground, feeling a wave of emotion.
It was an Array Flag from the Cloud Mist Hidden Killing Array.
’This was the first Array I ever obtained. It’s been with for a long ti.’
As his strength grew and the dangers he faced beca more severe, this Array had long since beco inadequate.
Now, its ti had officially co to an end.
...
While Li Chang’an was cleaning his courtyard, not far outside, a man and a woman were walking toward it.
One was Zhou Xuan; the other was his older cousin, Zhou Yu.
"Sis, Daoist Li doesn’t lack Spirit Stones. He’ll definitely offer you a satisfying price. Besides, that Heavy Spiritual Earth of yours is useless to you, so just sell it to him!"
For the past few days, Zhou Xuan had been trying to persuade Zhou Yu.
However, Zhou Yu was holding onto the Treasure tightly.
She said seriously, "This item may be useless to , but many people out there want to buy it, including disciples of Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivators. Why must I sell it to Li Chang’an? A Foundation Establishnt Disciple is far more worthy of befriending than he is."
"Sis, Daoist Li’s status is no worse than that of a Foundation Establishnt Disciple."
Zhou Xuan urged patiently.
"A Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator holds him in high regard. Otherwise, where would he have gotten so many Spirit Stones? Many Foundation Establishnt Disciples don’t receive that kind of treatnt!"
"Are you sure he has a Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator backing him?"
Zhou Yu furrowed her elegant brows, her expression full of doubt.
It was because Li Chang’an’s talent was truly terrible; he only had a Low Grade Spirit Root.
"You and I are both siblings with Middle Grade Spirit Roots and decent backgrounds, yet no Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator has taken an interest in us. What makes Li Chang’an so special?"
Zhou Xuan was speechless, as this was a question he had been pondering himself.
What exactly did that Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator see in Li Chang’an?
Zhou Yu shook her head and added, "In my opinion, there’s no Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator backing him at all. The only reason he has so many Spirit Stones is because he stumbled upon so fortuitous encounter. This so-called ’Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator’ is just a story he made up to scare people off."
"This..."
Zhou Xuan was taken aback.
Her words were not without reason.
For soone with Li Chang’an’s level of Cultivation, if he had no backer yet possessed considerable wealth, it would only be a matter of ti before Tribulation Cultivators targeted him.
To protect himself, it was highly likely he would fabricate a background.
With the deterrent of a Foundation Establishnt backer, ordinary Tribulation Cultivators wouldn’t dare to co after him.
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