An Entity Not to Be Messed With

The setting sun cast its golden glow over the estate, its rows of houses bathed in an eerie silence devoid of any human presence. An unusual atmosphere lingered, thick with foreboding.

Two elders from the Tianyin Sect stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, their pale faces twisted in disdainful smirks.

"Hmph, judging by these tightly shut doors, the Song Family Estate must have already accepted their fate."

"To defy the will of our Tianyin Sect, relying on the aid of a mere Half-Saint—utterly foolish!"

Luo Buqun had long since extended his divine sense, attaching it to the Grand Elder. Thus, he heard every word clearly and immediately transmitted a stern warning.

"Elders, do not let your guard down!"

These two had followed Luo Buqun since the founding of the sect, making them founding members of the Tianyin Sect. Their conversations were naturally more candid, and they were more willing to reveal certain truths.

"Though a Half-Saint is insignificant and you could crush them effortlessly, this person is of utmost importance to me. If he truly possesses a Pure Yang Body, his value to the Tianyin Sect is immeasurable!"

"Once this Sect Master completes his cultivation, you too shall experience its profound wonders."

Hearing this, the elders' eyes gleamed with delight before they solemnly responded.

"As you command!"

With synchronized steps, they strode forward, their faces dark with malice as they blasted open the gates of the Song Estate!

BOOM!!!

The explosive sound sent figures scrambling within the courtyard, their expressions grave yet resolute as they brandished their weapons, ready for battle.

Song Decai and his daughter stood at the forefront, their eyes filled with unwavering determination.

As expected, they were prepared.

None of this surprised the two elders, who barely spared a glance for these "trash"—until their gazes landed on a familiar face.

Amidst the ragtag group, Yi Feng stood out like a refined young master. Even his plain attire couldn't conceal his transcendent, unperturbed demeanor, his calm composure surpassing all others by a thousandfold.

Seeing him in person, the elders' hearts burned with excitement.

Ignoring the tense stares around them and paying no heed to the Song father and daughter, they fixed their gaze solely on Yi Feng.

"We are elders of the Tianyin Sect!"

"You must be the so-called 'Half-Saint' aiding the Song Family Estate, correct?"

Yi Feng nearly facepalmed at the absurd title, too embarrassed to even acknowledge it.

Since when was a Half-Saint considered a "strong expert"?

If that were the case, then the old men back in his village might as well be legendary grandmasters!

These people had mediocre cultivation and narrow horizons, yet they sure knew how to talk big. If any real experts heard them, they’d be laughing until tears streamed down their faces…

Staring at the two eccentric, effeminate old men, Yi Feng couldn’t help but frown in exasperation.

"I did help the Song Family Estate, and I did kill your Tianyin Sect members. If you want a fight, hurry up and get on with it!"

Such audacious words made the elders' eyes flash with fury.

But in their minds, the Sect Master’s ecstatic voice suddenly rang out.

"It’s him!"

"He truly is a Pure Yang Body—the perfect material for cultivating the Tianyin Profound Art! This is a heaven-sent opportunity for us!"

Hearing this, the two pale-faced elders exchanged knowing smirks.

Turning back to Yi Feng, their lips curled into sinister grins.

"Young master, meeting us today must be fate’s gift to you. You shall return with us to the Tianyin Sect, where our Sect Master will refine you. Your Pure Yang Body shall nourish his divine technique!"

"Before two Saints like us, we advise you not to resist. Struggling would only injure your precious body… and that would truly pain our hearts."

Their sickeningly sweet words dripped with greed, sending chills down the spines of everyone in the courtyard—especially when they revealed their terrifying cultivation level.

"Saints?!"

"How is this possible…?"

"With two Saints attacking, our Song Family Estate is doomed!"

"True men do not surrender to a bunch of eunuchs! We’ve endured enough humiliation over the years. If this is how it ends, we’ll stand with Young Master Yi to the death!"

Amidst the impassioned shouts, Yi Feng barely suppressed the urge to vomit.

Staring at these two revolting freaks, he almost lost his lunch on the spot!

He never expected…

Sure, the cultivation level on Lanxing was generally high, but the moral depravity here far exceeded his imagination! To think he’d stumble into a den of these top-tier eunuchs—what a nightmare!

As a man of honor, being "appreciated" like this and repeatedly belittled by two eunuch Saints was the last straw. His temper flared beyond control!

"You don’t even have the balls to talk about ‘resisting’! Let’s see who’s really outmatched today!"

His furious roar struck a nerve, turning the elders’ faces crimson with humiliation.

But before they could retort, a fist was already flying toward them!

At first glance, the punch seemed ordinary, and the elders dismissed it as the rash anger of a hotheaded youth—nothing they hadn’t seen before.

Yet, the moment the fist traveled a few feet, their expressions twisted in horror!

What was once a simple punch now carried the weight of the heavens, morphing into a mountain-like illusion in their eyes. The pressure it exuded surpassed even heavenly tribulation lightning!

BOOM!

The deafening sound of the punch drowned out all else.

The two elders, who had been brimming with confidence moments ago, now trembled uncontrollably, their faces drained of blood!

The terrifying fist-shadow obliterated everything in its path, reducing their bodies to dust like rotten wood!

Silence engulfed the courtyard, broken only by a cold, resounding voice.

"I’ll wipe out your entire Tianyin Sect—consider it a public service."

The words echoed as soul-rending agony spread through their beings. The two elders let out bloodcurdling screams, and even the wisp of Luo Buqun’s divine sense attached to them shrieked in terror!

"No! NO!!!"

A streak of light flashed across the courtyard—and then, nothing remained but a pool of blood staining the ground.

The estate fell deathly silent.

Every last person—whether the enraged defenders, the humiliated servants rallying for battle, or the steadfast Song father and daughter—stood frozen, their faces ashen with shock.

Even after witnessing the annihilation firsthand, no one could believe their eyes.

Only when Yi Feng turned and spoke did the crowd snap back to reality, erupting in gasps and exclamations.

"…Ghk!"

"Am I dreaming?!"

"One punch annihilated two Saints—what kind of monstrous power is this?!"

"So Senior Yi is a Saint?!"

"Senior Yi is invincible!!!"

Amidst the cheers, Song Decai and his daughter approached with trembling reverence, their voices quivering.

"Senior Yi, please forgive our ignorance! We had no idea of your true cultivation… If we offended you in any way—"

Yi Feng sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Relax. We’re friends, aren’t I? Helping you was the right thing to do. No need for all this ‘Senior’ nonsense."

Friends…

The word only deepened their awe, leaving them speechless. The courtyard buzzed with reverence and gratitude, every soul utterly shaken to the core.