At the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
Han Tieyi, Han Qing, Han Feng, and Han Yue had just arrived when they witnessed an unforgettable scene.
Han Lie was kneeling on the ground in tattered clothes, his body riddled with sword wounds of varying depths. Beside him, a mere ant at the third level of Qi Condensation was stabbing him with a sword, strike after strike.
This was what they called accompanying a Qi Condensation disciple in sword practice?
This was treating a Nascent Soul True Lord of the Han family like a defenseless living target!
The four of them froze instantly, their faces turning so grim that water could almost drip from them.
Even if Lin Yan had killed Han Lie, the Han family would not be this furious!
If Han Lie died, they would at most mourn the loss of a Nascent Soul combatant.
But this kind of humiliation was a slap in the face to the entire Han family!
It was telling the whole world that in the eyes of the Tianyan Sect, a Nascent Soul expert of the Han family was worse than a dog!
Han Lie's originally hollow and numb eyes suddenly lit up the moment he saw Han Tieyi.
Excitement, shame, madness... countless emotions intertwined, twisting his entire demeanor.
"Elder Han Tieyi, save me! Save me!"
He roared hoarsely, then burst into maniacal laughter. "Hahaha! My Han family is here!"
"The Tianyan Sect is finished! You are all going to die!"
"Hahaha..."
Looking at the crazed Han Lie, Han Qing, who was at the peak of Qi Condensation, trembled with rage. He drew his sword and was about to charge forward.
"Insolent! A mere ant at the third level of Qi Condensation dares to humiliate a member of my Han family! I will cut you down!"
"Halt!"
Han Tieyi reached out to stop him, his voice as cold as ice.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the monstrous anger in his heart. The aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator erupted, enveloping the foot of Qingyun Mountain like dark, pressing clouds.
"Han Tieyi of the Great Qian Dynasty's Han family! Requesting an audience with the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect!"
Boom!
The foot of the mountain exploded in an uproar!
The rogue cultivators lining up in front of the Heart-Asking Pavilion went wild.
"The Han family? Is it the Han family from the Four Great Clans?"
"My heavens! The Han family actually sent someone! And it's a late-stage Nascent Soul Elder!"
"This is going to be trouble! The Han family is a top-tier clan with a Soul Formation Patriarch standing guard!"
"What are you afraid of! Our Sect Master is also at the Soul Formation realm!"
"We have a good show to watch! A top-tier clan versus a newly risen overlord!"
"Today's trip was not in vain!"
...
The discussions buzzed like a swarm of flies. The rogue cultivators were both terrified and thrilled, hiding far away yet reluctant to leave.
Han Tieyi stood there, waiting for a long time, but there was no movement from the mountain.
His face darkened. He channeled his spiritual energy again, his voice echoing through the clouds.
"Han Tieyi of the Han family, requesting an audience with the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect!"
As soon as his voice faded.
A white-robed figure silently appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Lin Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes pristine like snow, fluttering in the wind. Behind him followed Su Wanqing, Liu Bai, and Li Tianxing.
The sunlight draped over him, as if coating him in a layer of golden light, making him look like a banished immortal descending to the mortal realm.
Han Tieyi's pupils shrank violently.
He did not see how this person appeared, nor could he see through this young man's cultivation base.
His posture as he stood there was too casual, as casual as if he were taking a stroll in his own courtyard.
But it was precisely this casualness that sent a chill down Han Tieyi's spine.
Soul Formation!
This Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect was truly a Soul Formation Venerable!
Han Tieyi suppressed the shock in his heart and bowed with cupped hands. He kept his posture very low, but his voice was neither haughty nor humble.
"Han Tieyi of the Han family greets the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect."
Lin Yan stood in the middle of the mountain path, popped a slice of green tangerine into his mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed, and then slowly spoke.
"What is the matter?"
Han Tieyi straightened his back and said in a deep voice, "Sect Master, Han Lie did not know the immensity of heaven and earth and offended you, Senior. Even death would not wipe out his crimes."
"But for Senior to humiliate him to such an extent, isn't it going a bit too far?"
"My Han family has stood in the Great Qian Dynasty for a thousand years. Our ancestors followed the founding emperor to establish the nation, and we have been loyal and heroic for generations. My Han family cannot tolerate such humiliation!"
He paused, a hint of a threat in his tone. "If this matter cannot be resolved properly, I fear it will damage the harmony between our two factions. If it comes to arms, it will benefit no one."
These words were spoken with resounding force, and the backs of Han Qing, Han Feng, and Han Yue behind him straightened even more.
The rogue cultivators held their breath, waiting to see how the Tianyan Sect would respond.
Lin Yan spoke.
Just a few words.
"What do you propose?"
Han Tieyi choked instantly.
He had talked for so long, putting on the airs of the Han family, yet the other party did not take it seriously at all, lightly tossing the problem back with a single sentence.
Han Tieyi gritted his teeth and stopped speaking nonsense.
"A Three-Realm Martial Discourse!"
"If my Han family wins, we take Han Lie away, and this matter is wiped clean! If Senior wins, you can kill or torture Han Lie as you please, and the Han family will no longer interfere."
After speaking, he stared at Lin Yan.
Lin Yan did not speak. He stood there with a placid expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Han Tieyi waited for a few breaths, his expression changing slightly.
"Does Senior not dare? Or does Senior truly wish to fight my Han family to the death?"
"Although my Han family does not wish to make an enemy of a Soul Formation Venerable, with our thousand years of foundation, we are not without the strength to fight! If our Old Ancestor, who has been in seclusion for a hundred years, is alarmed..."
He went on a tirade, talking from the Han family's ancestors to their founding merits, from the family's foundation to their Soul Formation Old Ancestor. The more he spoke, the louder his voice became and the more imposing his aura grew.
Lin Yan finally spoke.
His tone was plain, as if asking a very ordinary question.
"What is a Three-Realm Martial Discourse?"
Han Tieyi's mouth was half-open, stuck in place.
He stared wide-eyed at Lin Yan, the expression on his face shifting from impassioned to bewildered.
"Senior... you don't know what a Three-Realm Martial Discourse is?"
Lin Yan did not speak, only looking at him.
The meaning in his eyes was clear: Is it strange not to know?
Han Lie froze on the spot, his face full of disbelief.
You, a Soul Formation Venerable, actually don't know what a Three-Realm Martial Discourse is?
Seeing Lin Yan's sincere expression, which did not seem faked, he could only patiently explain the rules of the Three-Realm Martial Discourse.
"A Three-Realm Martial Discourse is an old rule for resolving disputes between top-tier factions. Both sides send out disciples corresponding to the Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core realms to fight one match each, best two out of three..."
"I see."
Lin Yan came to a sudden realization and then smiled mockingly.
"To put it bluntly, the old ones are too afraid to fight, so they let the young ones do it?"
"Three-Realm Martial Discourse... you make it sound so nice!"
"You!"
Han Tieyi's face flushed with anger, and he argued, "Senior's words are misguided! The Three-Realm Martial Discourse compares the foundations of sects, their inheritances, and their cultivation of disciples!"
"If Senior has confidence in your own disciples, why fear a battle?"
"If Senior does not dare, just say so directly. Why resort to mockery!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Lin Yan smiled, his tone casual. "I thought it was some big deal."
Han Tieyi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Good! Since Senior has agreed, then we shall immediately..."
"Wait!"
Lin Yan raised his hand to interrupt him, suddenly interested.
"Since it is a wagered duel, there must be stakes..."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
