"What?"
Sun Li's eyes widened in shock.
What kind of technique was this?
Shi Yuan and Shi Hao were, after all, experts at the Dao Mirror level. Even if they were outmatched, they should at least be able to put up a fight. How could their strength be rendered so utterly useless against this young man, who swatted them aside like children with a single slap?
"Formation, now!"
Sun Li waved his hand and shouted at his followers.
In response, the dozens of people behind him swiftly shifted their stances, their bodies enveloped in a dense surge of power.
"Three Lives Formation!"
As the leader roared, the swirling energy transformed into bridges of light, connecting each member of the group.
In an instant, the power of every person within the formation surged.
Through the enhancement of the formation, each member temporarily gained the combined strength of all.
Linked by the formation, they charged at Yi Feng with earth-shattering momentum, their killing intent locking down all escape routes.
"Die!"
The group bellowed in unison.
Watching from behind, Sun Li wore a cold smirk.
The reason the Three Lives Sect could stand firm in the world was precisely because of this universally cultivable Three Lives Formation.
With this formation, their disciples had repeatedly turned defeat into victory.
The combined power of these individuals was enough to crush even an ordinary Dao Mirror expert, let alone now, when every single member possessed such strength under the formation's boost.
So what if Yi Feng was strong? Could he possibly break their Three Lives Formation?
In Sun Li's eyes, Yi Feng was already a dead man.
Yi Feng watched the group expressionlessly.
Jumping around like monkeys, weaving hand seals—did they think they were in a ninja anime?
"All flash, no substance."
With deadpan eyes, Yi Feng casually swung his hand.
Slap!
The frontmost members were sent crashing to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
After casually knocking down a few, Yi Feng raised his hand again.
Slap!
Another group was sent flying.
With these few struck down, the Three Lives Formation was forcibly shattered.
The abrupt collapse of the formation sent violent recoil through the remaining members. Their qi and blood churned, their steps faltered, and their auras withered to the extreme.
"W-what?"
The smirk on Sun Li's face froze, replaced by utter disbelief.
The Three Lives Formation… had been forcibly broken?
The realization made his legs go weak.
This was an iron wall—an absolute, immovable iron wall.
"You dare try to steal from me with skills this pathetic? If you're this weak, why not just go home and farm?"
Yi Feng's expression darkened as he spoke coldly. Then, ignoring the rest, he strode straight up to Sun Li and held out his hand.
"W-who the hell are you?"
Sun Li clutched the black box tightly, his face twisted with unwillingness.
"None of your business. Hand it over."
Yi Feng snatched the box back effortlessly.
Sun Li's mouth fell open.
What kind of power was this?
He hadn’t even been able to resist when Yi Feng took the box—he only realized it was gone after it was already in Yi Feng's hands.
"Sir, the Three Lives Sect will remember today’s humiliation. We will repay this debt in the future."
Sun Li spat through gritted teeth, then waved his hand and took a step, tearing through space as he vanished.
Step of a Thousand Miles.
A single stride carried him a thousand miles away.
However—
Just as he thought he had escaped, a hand grabbed him by the waistband.
"Where do you think you're running with those stubby legs?"
Yi Feng gave a light tug.
Rip!
Sun Li's pants split open, leaving his bare buttocks exposed—only the legs of his pants remained intact.
And just like that, Sun Li was dragged back, losing his dignity along the way.
This time, Sun Li’s courage fled straight out of his throat.
He had taken the Step of a Thousand Miles—he should have been a thousand miles away! Yet he had been pulled back like a dog on a leash?
What kind of monstrous power was this?
"Sir… what do you want?"
As he spoke, Sun Li felt an unusual draft and instinctively covered his exposed rear.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Yi Feng’s voice was icy. "You think you can just dig a hole and walk away?"
"Then what do you want?"
Sun Li’s face darkened.
"You dug this hole—now fill it back up."
"If you don’t do it properly, none of you are leaving."
Yi Feng’s tone brooked no argument.
Sun Li was momentarily stunned.
He had expected some cruel punishment, but it was just… filling a hole?
Though he could tell Yi Feng was humiliating them, filling a hole was still acceptable. After all, they were at the mercy of the stronger party.
But thinking back to his earlier boasts, Sun Li wished he could vanish into the ground.
Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to comply.
Under Yi Feng’s watchful gaze, Sun Li and the Three Lives Sect disciples got to work filling the hole.
To Yi Feng’s surprise, though they were lousy fighters, they were pretty efficient at manual labor.
Then again, they were cultivators—even if their combat skills were lacking, their physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary mortals.
Once the work was done, Yi Feng casually picked up the black box and began examining it.
"Sir, the pit has been filled. Can we leave now?"
As he spoke, Sun Li's gaze remained fixed on the black box in Yi Feng's hands, filled with resentment.
That peerless treasure should have been his!
Yi Feng merely glanced at Sun Li in response, ignoring his question, and instead turned his attention to the black box in his hands.
He needed to check if the contents were intact before letting them go.
The box opened.
Inside lay twenty gleaming Celestial Crystals.
"One, two, three, four..."
Yi Feng counted them over and over...
Sun Li, however, felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped the legendary box would contain something far more valuable, only to find mere Celestial Crystals inside.
But to them, what the box held didn’t matter—the box itself was the true treasure.
After counting three times,
and confirming not a single Celestial Crystal was missing, Yi Feng picked up a cloth and meticulously wiped each one clean before carefully storing them away in his spatial ring.
As for the box...
It was filthy.
Caked with mud in every crevice—why bother keeping it?
Besides, he had plenty at home, and it wasn’t worth anything anyway.
He tossed it to the ground.
And stomped on it.
Crack!
That sound, to Sun Li and the others, was like thunder striking their ears.
They stood frozen, jaws slack, staring in horror at the shattered wooden box, its aura now completely gone. Their hearts bled.
At that moment,
they wanted nothing more than to tear Yi Feng apart.
This bastard had treated those twenty worthless Celestial Crystals like priceless gems, wiping them with such care, as if afraid they’d break or vanish.
Yet the truly invaluable wooden box—he crushed it underfoot without a second thought?
What a waste! What a damned waste!
Sun Li’s body trembled, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
"You can leave now. Remember—be better people from now on."
Yi Feng spoke with satisfaction, only to notice the group still rooted in place.
"Hey, you’re really something. I tell you to leave, and you just stand there. Fine, I don’t have time to waste with you. I’m out."
With a casual remark, Yi Feng activated his system and vanished in an instant.
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