"The... the lightning tribulation?"
"It... dispersed?"
"He sent the lightning tribulation packing with just a single sentence?"
"My god! What kind of power is this? Even the heavens listen to him?"
...
Everyone was utterly dumbfounded!
Han Feng was also stupefied.
Standing in the center of the arena, he looked up at the cloudless, clear sky. The expression on his face morphed from fanatical zeal to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to absolute shock.
Wait, where is my lightning tribulation?
Let me ask you, where is my lightning tribulation?
I finally managed to break through to the Golden Core realm, brewing a heavenly tribulation for half the day, and you just made it vanish with a word?
Han Tieyi was also completely frozen.
The smile on his face hadn't even fully receded before it stiffened, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze at this very moment.
He had lived for hundreds of years. He had seen Golden Core tribulations, Nascent Soul tribulations, and even the celestial phenomena when the family ancestors underwent their tribulations.
But he had never, ever seen someone dismiss a lightning tribulation with a single sentence.
Scaring off a Golden Core tribulation with one word? What kind of concept was that?
This had completely surpassed his entire understanding of the world!
A chill instantly shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
For the first time, Han Tieyi felt true fear.
Previously, even knowing that Lin Yan was a Soul Formation cultivator, he hadn't been too afraid.
Soul Formation... it wasn't as if the Han family hadn't slain one before!
They just didn't want to pay such a heavy price!
But now, he was terrified!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Han Tieyi's mind, and wild joy surged in his heart.
He hastily shouted at Han Feng, "Hurry up and thank the Senior!"
Han Feng paused for a moment.
He looked at the clear sky above, then at the white-robed figure on the stone platform, and suddenly understood.
He had been forced into a corner and had to break through in the heat of battle. Forcing a breakthrough to the Golden Core realm would have made his future path in cultivation incredibly difficult.
But now, the lightning tribulation had been suppressed, and the catalyst for his breakthrough had been pushed back.
He was still at the peak of Foundation Establishment. He could continue to polish his foundation and undergo the tribulation when he was truly ready.
With a heavy thud, Han Feng fell to his knees and kowtowed three times to Lin Yan.
"Thank you, Senior! This junior... this junior is eternally grateful!"
Han Tieyi also bowed deeply to Lin Yan, his tone ten times more respectful than before.
"The Han family will remember Senior's great kindness! Senior could not bear to see a younger generation's foundation damaged and lent a helping hand. Such vision and magnanimity are truly beyond our reach!"
In Han Tieyi's eyes, Lin Yan was showing goodwill. He didn't want a fight to the death with the Han family, so he gave Han Feng a way out.
This meant that although the other party's cultivation realm was high, it wasn't so high that he completely disregarded the Han family.
The Han family had a Soul Formation Venerable and a thousand years of heritage; the other party still had some reservations.
Lin Yan leaned back on his throne of piled stones, his face expressionless, but his heart was full of confusion.
Wait, I just wanted to act cool, why are you thanking me?
What do you mean I could not bear to see his foundation damaged? What helping hand? I just thought that if you undergo a tribulation on my turf, what if you ruin the flowers and grass?
But he couldn't lose his aura of a supreme expert.
He gave a faint "Mm" and said, "The Way of Heaven reduces the surplus to make up for the deficiency!"
Boom!
Han Tieyi looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
He stood frozen in place, staring blankly.
"The Way of Heaven reduces the surplus to make up for the deficiency..."
After a long while, his eyes suddenly lit up!
A faint fluctuation of aura actually began to emanate from his body!
Then, he bowed deeply to Lin Yan in grand reverence.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. This junior has been enlightened!"
Lin Yan was even more confused.
What the hell did I guide you on?
Didn't I just spout a random line of ancient text?
He couldn't be bothered to say more and waved his hand.
"Let the Golden Core battle begin."
"Yes!"
Han Tieyi straightened up and looked back at Han Yue.
Han Yue was nearly ten feet tall, with a back like a tiger and a waist like a bear. His large hands were as rough as tree bark.
He walked to the center of the arena, stood firm, and fixed his gaze on Zhao Feng.
"Han family's Han Yue, late-stage Golden Core. Please enlighten me!"
Zhao Feng took a deep breath. He walked to a spot thirty feet away from Han Yue and stood firm.
"Tianyan Sect's Zhao Feng, early-stage Golden Core. Please enlighten me!"
The two locked eyes.
One was a physical genius rarely seen in the Han family in a century, soaked in medicinal baths since childhood, capable of shattering a high-grade magical artifact with a single punch.
The other was a former outer sect elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who was only at the Foundation Establishment realm three months ago and a beggar just one month ago.
The surroundings instantly quieted down.
Everyone held their breath.
"It's over, Elder Zhao Feng is in danger!"
"I heard Han Yue is invincible among his peers in physical strength!"
"Elder Zhao Feng is only at the early-stage Golden Core, how could he possibly beat him?"
"Sigh! The Tianyan Sect is going to lose in the end!"
...
Zhao Feng and Han Yue ignored the discussions around them. The two moved at the same time!
There were no flashy spells, no sharp weapons.
Like two enraged ferocious beasts, they charged directly at each other, their fists violently colliding!
Boom!
A muffled boom echoed like a clap of thunder. A shockwave spread outwards with the two at the center, blowing so hard that the onlookers couldn't even open their eyes.
Han Yue only felt a tremendous force transmit from his fist, shocking his arm numb. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood instantly gushed out.
He staggered back three steps, looking at Zhao Feng in sheer disbelief.
Zhao Feng only stepped back two paces, his face solemn!
The crowd was in an uproar!
"Holy crap! Elder Zhao Feng caught Han Yue's punch?!"
"How is this possible? Han Yue is physically invincible in the same realm!"
"Elder Zhao Feng's physical body is too terrifying!"
Han Yue was so shocked his eyes almost popped out.
His proud physical body actually lost in strength to an early-stage Golden Core cultivator?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
With a furious roar, he charged forward again. His fists rained down on Zhao Feng like a violent storm, every punch carrying the force to split mountains and crack stones.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Zhao Feng didn't dodge or evade, swinging his fists to meet the attacks head-on.
The sound of flesh colliding with flesh rang out endlessly, making everyone's scalp tingle.
...
The surrounding rogue cultivators watched, dumbfounded.
"Is... is this still a Golden Core battle?"
"No spells, no weapons, just pure physical clashing?"
"Patriarch Zhao is too fierce! An early-stage Golden Core taking on a late-stage Golden Core head-on!"
"That Han Yue's fists... my face hurts just watching from this far away..."
"Why isn't Patriarch Zhao fighting back? Is he just taking a beating?"
"What do you know! He's draining the opponent's stamina!"
"Draining? An early-stage Golden Core trying to outlast the stamina of a late-stage Golden Core?"
"Then what do you think he should do?"
"Just keep watching! Keep watching!"
...
The crowd watched in a frenzy, shouting in sheer exhilaration.
This battle had no flashy magic or dazzling weapons; it was just the most primal, barbaric flesh-and-blood brawling.
But it was exactly this primitive savagery that made their blood boil.
Han Tieyi's face gradually grew solemn.
Just what kind of monster sect was this Tianyan Sect?
How did every single one of them possess such bizarre skills?
One had absurd speed, another had terrifying combat instincts, and this seemingly ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator had such a horrifying physical body!
One must know that Han Yue had been soaked in medicinal liquids by the family since he was a child!
Countless natural treasures and spiritual herbs had tempered his body, combined with his own extraordinary innate talent, forging a physical body invincible in the same realm.
Yet right now, he couldn't suppress an early-stage Golden Core opponent?
No!
Han Tieyi's expression changed drastically!
It wasn't just that he couldn't suppress him!
Han Yue was actually... being suppressed by the opponent!
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
