Xiao Ruobai took a step forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, there was indeed some misunderstanding regarding the previous matter. We are willing to apologize and compensate your noble sect for its losses. Can we let this matter go?"
"Apologize?"
The fan-wielding young man laughed shrilly, "Now you know fear? It's too late! First Elder, absolutely do not let them off!"
The black-robed old man snorted coldly. "Begging for mercy now? Too late! How can those who humiliate my Yunlan Sect settle this with mere compensation? Capture them, cripple their cultivation, and bring them back to the sect to be dealt with!"
Before his voice had faded, two Cave Heaven Realm elders behind him lunged forward with sinister smiles, heading straight for Fatty Wang, who appeared to be the most heavily injured.
Fatty Wang retreated in panic, but stumbled and nearly fell.
Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu simultaneously forced themselves to block. As spiritual energy collided, their bodies shook violently, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. They were actually forced back continuously, appearing to be struggling to hold their ground.
"Hahaha! As expected, you are at the end of your ropes!"
Seeing this, the fan-wielding young man laughed triumphantly.
"Third Elder, there is no need for you to act personally. Watch me capture them!"
Relying on the elders holding the line, he summoned his magical treasure and charged toward Xiao Ruobai.
Seeing the attack approaching, a trace of imperceptible cold light flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes.
His originally sluggish aura suddenly changed. Like a slumbering giant dragon awakening, an incredibly overbearing battle intent soared into the sky!
"I gave you a chance, but it seems you didn't grasp it yourselves."
A calm voice sounded, yet it carried a chilling intent that made one's heart palpitate.
Xiao Ruobai formed his fingers into a halberd. Striking later but arriving first, a golden battle aura condensed to the extreme tore through the air, instantly shattering the fan-wielding young man's magical treasure. Without losing momentum, it directly pierced through his dantian!
"Pfft!"
The sinister smile on the fan-wielding young man's face instantly froze, turning into extreme terror and disbelief. He looked down at his shattered dantian as blood sprayed wildly, and his body limply collapsed.
All of this happened too fast!
The black-robed First Elder's pupils contracted sharply, the contempt on his face instantly replaced by shock. "You... you hid your cultivation?!"
Answering him was a bone-chilling sword cry!
Fang Hanyu moved! The Absolute Beginning Sword suddenly left its sheath. There was no dazzling brilliance, only a hazy, chaotic sword qi that seemed capable of devouring everything. Like lightning tearing through the dark night, it thrust straight toward the First Elder's glabella!
Fast! Fast to the extreme!
His soul scattering in fright, the First Elder frantically activated his protective magical treasure. An ancient shield instantly enlarged to block in front of him.
However, the chaotic sword qi seemed to devour all matter. The moment it touched the shield, the shield's spiritual light rapidly dimmed, letting out a crisp crack. It was actually corroded and pierced through the middle by the sword qi!
"No!"
The First Elder let out a despairing roar and desperately dodged to the side. The sword qi brushed past his cheek, taking with it a spray of blood and an ear!
The terrifying sword intent even invaded his body, frantically destroying his meridians!
Only at this moment did he truly understand that these three young men before him were no rogue cultivators!
They were clearly peerless monsters capable of slaying Heaven Realm experts across realms!
"Little brother, spare my life! It was I who had eyes but failed to see! A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
The First Elder clutched his blood-drenched cheek, no longer possessing the slightest bit of arrogance, leaving only endless fear. With a thud, he fell to his knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
"Treasures, resources, I can give them all to you! I only beg you to spare my life!"
Those few Cave Heaven Realm elders were already frightened silly, standing frozen in place, unable to move.
Fatty Wang didn't look the least bit injured anymore. He walked forward with his hands on his hips, kicked the fan-wielding young man who had fainted on the ground, and sneered, "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Where is that arrogant attitude from just now?"
Xiao Ruobai looked indifferently at the kowtowing and begging First Elder. He slowly raised his hand, battle aura condensing at his fingertips.
"Some opportunities, once missed, mean death."
A golden halberd light flashed and vanished.
The First Elder's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt. His head rolled off, his eyes filled with regret and fear.
Almost at the same time, Fang Hanyu's sword light swept past, and those few dazed Cave Heaven Realm followers also fell silently.
The battle started suddenly and ended even faster.
Once the dust settled, Fatty Wang immediately darted to the corpse of the Heaven Realm elder. While skillfully looting the body, he kept muttering.
"You see, wouldn't it be nice to just stay home and enjoy your retirement? You just had to come out and jump around. Now look what happened, your pension is all mine... Tsk tsk, the quality of this jade pendant is not bad, it's mine! These medicinal pills... hmm, barely passable."
After looting the elder, he eagerly ran over to those three young men, searching them one by one, not forgetting to comment.
"You see, why did you have to follow an old fool and join in the commotion? Being so young, what else couldn't you do... Hey, this fan is quite elegant, suitable for Lord Fatty to show... ahem, suitable for me to appreciate and play with!"
Xiao Ruobai looked toward a seemingly empty area of ruined walls and said faintly, "After watching for so long, it's time for you to come out."
After a deathly silence, a figure dressed in a moon-white robe with a glazed cup mark embroidered on the cuffs slowly revealed himself from behind a broken pillar.
This person had a handsome appearance, but carried an arrogance carved into his very bones.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent, as if a deity from the highest heavens looking down on ants. His entire body naturally exuded a transcendent bearing belonging to a Holy Land.
"Hmph, to be able to detect my whereabouts, you do have some ability."
He spoke, his voice steady yet inherently majestic, every word revealing a condescending scrutiny.
"I am a deacon of the Glazed Holy Land, Shen Xinghe."
His gaze swept over the corpses of the Yunlan Sect people on the ground without the slightest emotion, as if he had merely seen a few crushed bugs. It then fell back onto Xiao Ruobai's group of three, carrying a tone of charity:
"I have no interest in your dispute with the Yunlan Sect. The things you took from Xue Wuhen, especially that token, hand them over obediently.
Considering that your cultivation was not easy to achieve, I can allow you to cripple your own cultivation and leave you with intact corpses. This is a Holy Land's grace."
He emphasized the words Holy Land's grace heavily, as if it were a tremendous honor.
Before Xiao Ruobai could speak, Fatty Wang bristled first, jumping and cursing, "Bah! Grace? Grace my ass!
Did you ruin your brain from cultivating in seclusion, you old fogy? Didn't you see the fate of that group just now?
Lord Fatty even dared to stuff your prospective Holy Son into a cesspit, and you, a mere errand-running deacon, are acting all high and mighty here!"
When had Shen Xinghe ever suffered such insults?
Especially being cursed to his face by a dead fatso, an ant in his eyes!
His handsome face instantly turned red, then from red to green, veins bulging on his forehead. The elegant bearing of a Holy Land deacon was instantly replaced by furious rage!
"How dare an ant insult me?! You're courting death!"
He shouted angrily, and the majestic pressure of the late Heaven Realm erupted like a tsunami. With dazzling glazed holy light around him, he struck out with a palm!
This palm was struck in anger and held astonishing power. Wherever the palm wind passed, the air let out sharp explosions, actually manifesting into a crystal-clear giant glazed palm, aiming to smash Fatty Wang along with Xiao Ruobai and the other behind him into fine powder!
He wanted to kill this wildly boasting fat man on the spot with his palm, as a warning to others!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
