As soon as the Hundred Blades Seal was unleashed, the surrounding magical power surged violently. One of the most fundamental and primordial forces in the world, once activated, could generate an aura that made people's hearts tremble; the higher the cultivation level, the more pronounced it became. This immediately shocked everyone. Each of the two hundred magical blades was two meters long and one meter wide; calling them giant blades wouldn't be an exaggeration.
The number two hundred caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to be violently stirred up, making it impossible for people to absorb it directly.
The onlookers immediately sensed the abnormal spiritual energy within a radius of several kilometers, their expressions changing drastically as they retreated. An attack from a near-great expert could easily affect them.
If you're really affected, then you're just unlucky.
Many people don't have a high opinion of Zhang Guodong. He's just a level 19 cultivator. So what if he's rich? Crystals can indeed buy a lot of mid-level magic weapons and mid-level pills, but that's the limit.
Truly valuable items, such as high-level magical artifacts, high-level elixirs, and high-level talismans, cannot be bought simply with crystals.
These items are usually displayed as the store's prized possessions in the treasure pavilion. They are used for bartering. Hundreds of intermediate-level talismans, when used against attacks from near-master level experts and high-level magic weapons, clearly demonstrated their effectiveness, deeply shocking the cultivators at levels 30 and 40. They realized that the attacks of high-level magic weapons were far more powerful than they had imagined.
For example, hundreds of intermediate-level magical artifacts cannot compare to a single advanced-level magical artifact!
This can be seen from the effect of Zhang Guodong's attack, which released hundreds of intermediate-level talismans in three separate attacks. This level of concentrated explosive attack could not harm a cultivator at the level of a near-great master.
Han Feng effortlessly shattered the terrifying attack; before the advanced defensive magic artifact, the "White Emperor's Robe," the attack was merely a "ripple."
"Is that a high-level material defense artifact? It's so powerful that the concentrated explosion of dozens of mid-level talismans didn't even shake it! If I had that artifact robe, what would I have to fear from anyone below the level of a great master?"
"If a near-master possesses a high-level defensive magic weapon, they are basically invincible. Even if they face another near-master, they can escape unscathed!"
"Now Wanxian Restaurant is going to be shut down. With Manager Zhang dead, how can the restaurant possibly stay open?"
Why did the five adults in the city allow Han Feng, Tuo Zun Zhe, and Xuan Yin to cause trouble here, just to give an explanation to the "Extreme Dao Sect" and the "Thunder Mansion Wan Yang Sect"?
That's making a mountain out of a molehill!
After the initial excitement of watching the battle, the cultivators were now filled with worry. Three near-Grandmaster level experts had arrived, yet Fang Shi couldn't even protect the owner of the Wanxian Restaurant—such an important figure! He was facing death. What if they were in his shoes?
Is even the Southwest City of Imitation Safety unsafe now?
There was much discussion; was the power of rumors truly terrifying? Even the deacons and law enforcement disciples in the crowd were holding their breath, filled with worry.
On the outermost edge, Xi Tiehan and Huang Song, his two direct disciples, were also present.
The two men looked on incredulously, followed by deep worry and bewilderment.
"Senior Brother Huang, I broke through to level 40 during this time, and you even reached level 42. I never expected that the manager of the Wanxian Restaurant, with only level 19 strength, could escape Han Feng's attack. If it were me, I'm afraid I would have been seriously injured!" Xi Tiehan's huge eyes were sharp. He had seen Zhang Guodong survive Han Feng's attack and was both surprised and suspicious. "However, how can a level 19 cultivator have such a fast movement speed?"
Huang Song is the only disciple of "Lord Chixiao", one of the five giants of the city, and also the most steady among the disciples personally taught by Fengming, one of the five giants.
Upon hearing what his junior brother Xi said, Ci Hai felt as if his heart was filled with turbulent waves, but he soon discerned some clues.
"This person also possesses physical cultivation skills, and probably has a magical artifact that increases mobility, right?" Huang Song thought for a moment and said.
He didn't believe Zhang Guodong's cultivation level was nineteen. Meanwhile, a body cultivator had actually reached level thirty and had a miraculous encounter on the shores of the East Sea within three days thanks to the Ascension Token—as mentioned earlier! The difference was simply too great.
However, magical artifacts that increase mobility are rare! This is because they are not like flying artifacts. Their main function is to increase agility and movement over short distances, making them extremely precious.
Even their direct disciples didn't have a single one.
It is said that such special magical artifacts were more common among ancient cultivators. However, very few have survived to this day, and most tragically, the craftsmanship for creating these special magical artifacts has also been lost.
"This shopkeeper probably just found an ancient site; he was just lucky!" Huang Song said with a slightly relaxed tone.
Xi Tiehan nodded, seemingly confirming the matter.
After all, it's hard to imagine that a cultivator would deliberately slow down their cultivation speed.
The truth is, Zhang Guodong's physical cultivation level is 35, but what he cultivates is magical power, which is usually contained within his flesh and blood. His plant cultivation level, however, is only 19, and based on the growth of the demonic vine, his life force resides in his Purple Mansion.
"However, why are you so lenient with these three, Senior Brother, Master, and Uncle-Master? They're just quasi-Grand Masters. If the cultivators' confidence in our city starts to waver, this won't be a good thing! Hmph, if you ask me, I'll ask Senior Brother and the others to come out. These three are nothing but clowns. Otherwise, people will think that our city only has Senior Brother Yu as a quasi-Grand Master!" Xi Tiehan said, puzzled.
Xi Tiehan is a warrior.
Although Huang Song is the senior disciple, it's hard to say who will win once Xi Tiehan starts fighting. Even with Huang Song's two-level advantage, victory won't be easy.
"My uncles have their reasons for doing this," Huang Song said calmly. "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the outcome will be revealed after this battle. Whether Zhang Guodong can win the approval of Master and my uncles depends on whether he can withstand these three blows!"
"What? Master and Uncle are testing this kid?!" Xi Tiehan found this unbelievable. Even they wouldn't dare to directly confront an attack from a near-master, let alone a level 19 cultivator. Even with special magical artifacts to aid him, he still wouldn't be able to defeat him.
But just when everyone thought Zhang Guodong was doomed, he gave everyone a "surprise" by unleashing the powerful divine abilities possessed by ancient cultivators!
"This..." Xi Tiehan stared in disbelief.
"Divine power?!" Along with Xi Tiehan and Huang Song, who were hidden in the crowd, there was also a masked woman in purple who was watching the battle.
They were also surprised to see what was happening before them.
The giant blade that instantly materialized in the sky surprised everyone.
Now that Zhang Guogou has removed the Two Hundred Blade Seals, he is far stronger than before! "Was Manager Zhang hiding his strength before? If a level 40 cultivator were to go up now and encounter this magic blade technique, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!"
"I never expected this!"
Zhang Guodong's concealment of his true strength surprised many cultivators.
Of course, Zhang Guodong's carefully cultivated image as a "level 19 junior cultivator" collapsed instantly.
For Zhang Guodong, the key now is no longer whether he can hide his true strength, but how to end the one-sided battle without dying!
This near-Grand Master is simply too powerful! He's far stronger than anyone's understanding and speculation about the differences between cultivator levels!
The attack, which had absorbed 60% of the power, still managed to break through one of Zhang Guodong's mid-level defensive magic artifacts and struck him!
Before them, the several-meter-deep crater was now filled with mud and blood. This showed just how powerful the remaining forty percent of their strength was.
Zhang Guodong felt weaker than ever before, so weak that he wanted to close his eyes immediately.
The loss of blood depleted his physical strength. If it weren't for the magical power he cultivated through physical training, an ordinary person would have been blasted to pieces, or at least their body would have been destroyed by the blood loss.
However, he cannot close his eyes, otherwise only death awaits him! Only a death that brings him complete annihilation.
This time, Zhang Guodong felt a deep sense of threat from death.
One of his trump cards is "Bai Ziyin!"
The moment it was unleashed, everyone around was astonished!
"Supernatural powers?!"
The appearance of the Hundred Blades Seal caused Yu Lei and the other three to change their expressions drastically. They were extremely shocked.
The fluctuations of magical power sent shivers down their spines. The closer they got to the cultivation level of a great master, the stronger this feeling became.
"Impossible. How could he possibly possess such powerful supernatural abilities? Supernatural power appearing in a mere cultivator?!" Han Feng exclaimed, losing his composure.
The same applies to Venerable One and Mysterious Yin.
But then, greed flashed in their eyes. Extremely eager, greedy.
If they can acquire a new supernatural power, their strength will undoubtedly increase significantly after they become great masters in the future.
The most powerful and mysterious aspect of battles between top masters lies in their supernatural abilities!
However, the sword energy, saber energy, and other forms of internal energy that he wields at will are merely basic attack methods. They pose a significant threat to cultivators below the level of a great master.
However, if you use this basic attack to deal with a cultivator at the level of a great master, it won't be very effective.
At the first level of a great master, the life force and demonic energy within the body are transforming into magical power. Once the transformation is complete and the transformation reaches its peak, that is when one will break through to level 100!
According to records, once a cultivator breaks through level 100, their lifespan will be greatly extended, and they will ascend to another higher level of space.
Ascension is the ultimate goal in the hearts of all cultivators!
Han Feng's second strike was still at 80% power!
He felt ashamed of the power he possessed in dealing with Zhang Guodong. However, he still underestimated Zhang Guodong's strength.
"The Hundred Blades Seal, once unleashed, reveals its divine power for the first time!"
Eighty percent of the high-level magic weapon's attack power collided violently with the two hundred magic blades.
Everyone held their breath, watching the final result of the collision with bated breath.
"puff"
The shocking and predictable scenes of Zhang Guodong's tragic end did not materialize.
"Impossible?!" Han Feng grinned maliciously, even tensing up, ready to grab Zhang Guodong's storage bag at any moment, hoping it might contain the jade talisman for this "supernatural power." But then, his face froze.
The Crimson Moon Hook's attack shattered most of the magic blades in one fell swoop, but it itself began to collapse the next moment.
The power began to crumble internally and dissipate!
This is all a chain reaction caused by that supernatural power!
Now, Yu Lei, the Camel Venerable, and Xuan Yin were also incredulous and began to ponder.
That supernatural technique actually caused the high-level magic weapon, the Crimson Moon Hook, to collapse from the inside out!
Indeed, cultivators who have reached the near-master level already imbue their attacks with traces of magical power. But now it seems that this magical power is utterly powerless against supernatural abilities.
This weighed heavily on their minds.
What if you encounter a top-tier player? Even a top-tier player who has advanced through the online game?!
With such a push, even ten near-masters wouldn't have much of a chance against a level 50 master!
The power of the Crimson Moon Hook dissipated completely before it even reached Zhang Guodong.
Zhang Guodong was also stunned.
I never expected this.
"Haha, pfft!" Zhang Guodong burst into laughter, but then spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
"The second attack, it just passed like that?"
Chaos erupted below; this was too unbelievable!
The third strike of the young chapter, with all its power!
quiet!
Whether in the sky or on the ground, the scene was somewhat eerie; you could hear a pin drop, and the silence was oppressive.
"This is so unexpected!"
Every monk held this view.
no way!
The initial strike was already ridiculously powerful; a level 19 cultivator would have been certain to die. However, Zhang Guodong's speed and alertness greatly alarmed everyone.
Is this an ability that a level 19 cultivator could possess?
Naturally, after the initial shock, in everyone's minds, Zhang Guodong was no longer a minor cultivator. He was now a cultivator on par with them, capable of threatening their lives as well.
Furthermore, since Zhang Guodong was the owner of Wanxian Restaurant, they toned down their contempt for Zhang Guodong and Wanxian Restaurant.
A cultivator of the same level who is extremely wealthy is definitely someone to be feared.
With the casual release of about thirty intermediate-level talismans, more than twenty cultivators were seriously injured and their cultivation levels plummeted.
Now, with the appearance of four near-master cultivators and the signing of a "three-strike agreement," Zhang Guodong has already made too much of a splash!
Damn, that's amazing, that's incredibly wealthy!
If you offend someone like that, he might not even need to lift a finger; he could just spend some crystals to hire someone else to kill you!
Therefore, this kind of person should absolutely not be offended easily! "Han Feng, your second attack missed! That little cultivator isn't dead yet!" Venerable Ostrich warned ominously. His words were enigmatic—was it sarcasm? Provocation? Humiliation? Enjoying the show?
The "three-strike agreement" had already left Han Feng with a livid face, too afraid to say anything more, lest his status be severely diminished. This was, in essence, a form of bullying a junior cultivator.
But now, Han Feng's two attacks failed to kill even a minor cultivator? Should we send a second near-Grandmaster to take action?
Is this blame and disdain?
If Venerable Tuo or Xuan Yin were to actually intervene, they would find it difficult to do so. This whole affair is incredibly embarrassing!
Chief Steward Yu Lei glared at Venerable Tuo with displeasure and said coldly, "Don't forget the 'Three Strikes Agreement'!" This "Three Strikes Agreement" was tacitly agreed upon by the five lords and has profound implications.
But if you can't kill a low-level cultivator with three strikes, and you make another move, the five masters might personally kill you, regardless of whether you are a near-great master or what kind of power you have behind you!
Han Feng and the other two's expressions changed, and they also sensed that things were getting out of control.
Han Feng took a deep breath.
Looking at Zhang Guodong, who was about to fall to the ground, his killing intent was chilling, making the cultivators several miles away feel a chill.
"Kid, you're definitely going to die this time!"
"Haha, certain death?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Guodong perked up and burst into laughter.
His unsteady steps made one worry that Zhang Guodong might be blown away by the wind at any moment and never be able to get up again.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd opened a betting pool: if Zhang Guodong survived, the odds were 50 to 1; if he died, the odds were 10 to 1. Such a large betting pool immediately excited the cultivators below.
"This boss is doomed. Lord Han can't afford to underestimate him again!"
"Come and bet! Bet that Lord Han will blast Zhang Guodong to smithereens, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, 10 to 1. Zhang Guodong escapes this calamity, but dies in the final moment, 5 to 1. Zhang Guodong escapes this calamity and survives, 1 to 50. Don't miss this opportunity!" someone shouted.
Upon closer inspection, they found several groups of people. Among them was Lei Hui himself, but he didn't need to shout; his subordinates had already done it for him.
There were also several other groups, which were imitations of the market's treasure pavilions and casinos, as well as some gambling establishments run by independent cultivators. Then there were disciples from the Wanyang Sect and the Jidao Sect running gambling operations.
However, you need to be financially capable to afford one.
When celebrities like Lei Hun stood there, they were practically guaranteed to win money if they lost, and everyone who was interested took out their crystals to place bets.
"I bet 100, Lord Han wins."
"I have three hundred, Lord Han wins!"
"I"
"Young Master Lei, we have already bet 220,000 low-grade crystals on Lord Han's victory!" A servant reported this to Lei Hun with great joy.
Each betting platform has different standards for players to choose from.
If you choose the wrong option, you lose.
Lei Shu looked at Zhang Guodong with deep hatred. But upon hearing that so many crystals had been bet on Han Fengsheng, he smiled with satisfaction.
Basically, the house always wins.
"I'll buy 10,000 crystals, Lord Han wins!" Another large number of buyers joined in.
"Take whatever you want, go!" Lei Hui waved his hand, his smile becoming even more ferocious.
Zhang Guodong, you made me lose crystals and humiliate me. This time, I'm going to get it all back, with interest! Let's see how you die! Hmph!
"I'll bet 10,000 crystals on Zhang Dongjia surviving." At this moment, a slightly immature voice, filled with anger, slammed down on Lei Hun's betting table.
"Oh, it's the second manager of Wanxian Restaurant," someone joked.
"Ten thousand crystal stones?!"
Xiao Hu pushed through the crowd, followed by Wei Yan.
Standing before the betting table, Xiao Hu looked at Lei Hui's servants with a defiant expression and said, "I bet ten thousand, do you dare to take the bet? If you lose, you'll have to pay out five hundred thousand crystals!"
"Whoosh."
"The Wanxian Restaurant must be desperate, actually spending 10,000 crystals to buy their owner's victory?"
"That's understandable. With Zhang Guodong gone, the Wanxian Restaurant naturally can't stay open."
"Only 500,000 crystals, tsk tsk, how about I buy some more from Zhang Dongjia?"
"A deadly situation, and you have so many crystals you don't know what to do with them?" someone said dismissively.
This high score dispelled the hopes of most people; they still bet on Han Feng to win, as the chances of winning were higher.
The servant dared not accept the offer lightly. Ten thousand crystal stones! If he lost that, he would have to pay five hundred thousand crystal stones, which Lei Hun himself could not afford to lose unless Lord Lei Tai accepted it.
Five hundred thousand low-grade crystals equals five thousand mid-grade and fifty high-grade crystals! This is an astronomical fortune!
"Hey, in business, you should accept any offer. Take it." Lei Hui pushed through the crowd, walked over, and took the offer. In his view, making money off Zhang Guodong was a sure thing.
Wei Yan hesitated for a moment, then took out most of her crystals and bet on Zhang Guodong to win.
"I'll also buy four hundred crystals and bet on Mr. Zhang to win!"
With the proof in hand, Xiao Hu and Wei Yan quickly left the crowd.
"Xiao Hu, where did you get so many crystals? Thirty thousand of them!" Wei Yan finally seized the opportunity and asked Xiao Hu in a low voice. She thought that Xiao Hu had stolen the crystals from his employer.
"Sister Yanzi, don't ask anymore. Let's see what the boss does. If something happens to the boss, we'll all be scattered." Xiao Hu changed the subject and pulled Wei Yan towards the front of the crowd.
"Sigh," Wei Yan sighed with a worried expression, and followed Xiao Hu into the crowd.
To be fair, Zhang Guodong treats them very well. Unlike most shopkeepers, he doesn't hire menial disciples. In just a few months, she has already received several hundred crystals as a reward from Zhang Guodong.
This time, I'll just do what I feel is right.
"Senior Brother Huang, do you think Zhang Guodong can withstand the third attack?" Xi Tiehan asked excitedly as he looked at the several betting plates that had appeared.
"No!" Huang Song replied immediately this time.
A person's luck is fleeting; it can only happen once. What are the chances that someone could escape the attacks of the Korean wave time and time again?
"Hehe, Senior Brother's judgment is spot on. I'm going to buy some betting plates and earn some crystals to spend. Lei Hun may be a bastard, but you can never have too many crystals!" Xi Tiehan rubbed his hands together and strode towards several betting plates.
Huang Song frowned, then sighed.
Speaking of which, he often enjoyed the food and wine at Wanxian Restaurant. Although he wasn't familiar with Zhang Guodong and had no grudge against him, he actually hoped that Zhang Guodong could get through this.
But is that even possible?
"My fate is in my own hands! If I survive this time, the Extreme Dao Sect, the Myriad Yang Sect, and the Thunder Mansion will pay the price!" Zhang Guodong stopped spitting blood, his face turning even paler. But his fighting spirit remained unbroken, his vow filled with heroic pronouncements.
The word "cost" was clearly imprinted in everyone's ears.
"You're courting death! Humph, go to hell!" Han Feng roared in fury. It was utterly bizarre and unacceptable for such a nobody to provoke him and utter such words.
The third blow!
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Buzz
The space in that area couldn't withstand the full force of the attack delivered by the high-level magic weapon, and it trembled!
"A high-level offensive magic weapon, a physical attack, is so powerful when used at full strength by a near-master!"
The attack force materialized instantly, like a cloud of energy, and devoured Zhang Guodong.
This speed is more than double what it was before!
But what about Zhang Guodong?
He didn't dodge? He's still there, smiling? Is he mocking Han Feng for needing to unleash a third attack to kill him?
The rainbow hurtled towards them, so fast that it was almost instantaneous and the eyes couldn't keep up. It was a rough guess that with this strike, Zhang Guodong would likely be reduced to ashes.
Even magical artifacts can't withstand it, let alone **.
In that vast and magnificent complex, in a garden.
Seven imposing monks were drinking tea in the garden.
There were men and women, four of whom were the four giants of the city. Among them, the two lords, Chixiao and Youlan, were usually the most present. The other three, however, spent most of their time cultivating and did not interfere in worldly affairs.
But this time, the guests were different from before; they were all people of great status. However, one of the five giants was missing—the Grand Lord of the Prefecture. He did not appear to greet the three.
Lei Tai and the other two didn't complain.
"Lei Tai, what do you think of this third attack? Will that kid Zhang be able to escape this calamity?" Chi Xiao asked one of the blue-robed elders with a smile.
This old man in blue robes is Lei Tai.
Among the great masters, Lei Tai was known for his volatile temper and extreme protectiveness of his own.
The other person, dressed in a blazing red robe, was the sect leader of the Wanyang Sect, respectfully addressed as "Golden Wheel Dharma King." He had blond hair and his body radiated a fiery aura.
The third person was the sect leader of the Extreme Path Sect. He was like a giant sword drawn from its sheath, exuding an extremely dangerous aura. It seemed as if he could strike with lightning at any moment.
Lei Tai snorted, glanced at the cold-faced leader of the Extreme Path Sect, and said, "Then it depends on the disciple of the White Sect Master. If my disciple makes the move, one strike will suffice."
His disciple was the Venerable Ostrich.
The disciple of the Supreme Path Sect Master was Han Feng. The Golden Wheel Dharma King, however, had taken in a disciple named Xuan Yin.
There has never been any harmony between different sects.
Lei Tai's sarcasm was obvious.
"Hmph." The Sect Master of the Extreme Path Sect scoffed. "This is no need for Lord Lei to worry about!"
"I'm quite worried. If that little cultivator's supernatural abilities were in the hands of a great master, their power would surely be considerable!" Jin Lun, the sect master of Wan Yang Sect, chuckled and said.
Suddenly, they all looked toward the battle area, as if they could see the third blow of the battle taking place.
"The results will be revealed soon!"
Dimzhang's physical life force has been completely severed!
With a "whoosh," Han Feng's all-out attack transformed into a cloud of energy, sweeping through everything in its path and even shaking the very space. But Zhang Guodong didn't move. He watched the attack approach without making a move; in reality, he no longer had the strength to dodge.
The cloud of energy that formed from that power instantly swallowed Zhang Guodong.
"Haha!" Upon seeing this, Fu Feng burst into wild laughter.
But when he saw the strange looks he was getting from the people around him, he immediately shut up.
With a snort, Fu Feng's expression returned to its coldness. The speed of this change was nothing short of miraculous.
"boom!"
The power of the cloud-like energy remained undiminished as it surged towards the ground. The ground was devastated, creating a massive crater tens of meters deep and wide.
If we were to look for human remains, we'd probably have to go down into the pit to find them. Since Zhang Guodong's aura suddenly vanished, it likely meant he was dead.
"Not good!" After that attack, Yu Lei immediately fell into the pit. Seeing this, Tuo Zun, Xuan Yin, and Han Feng were not to be outdone and immediately followed.
There might still be Zhang Guodong's storage bag in that pit. What if it contains a blade-type supernatural technique? We just saw it; even though Zhang Guodong was seriously injured and on the verge of death, Han Feng managed to dissipate 80% of his power with a single blow. That power was truly immense.
The sheer magnitude of the event caused even the most skilled masters to lose their composure, while the truly great masters themselves were eager to witness it.
Almost at the same time, seven figures appeared in the sky, seemingly teleporting!
Of the seven, Lord Youlan waved his sleeve downwards, and four people flew out of the pit.
They are none other than Yu Lei, Han Feng, Camel Venerable, and Xuan Yin, four near-masters!
"Youlan Mansion's 'Flowing Cloud Sleeves' has truly reached a state of divine mastery, a level of great achievement," the Golden Wheel Dharma King praised, his eyes narrowing.
This "Flowing Cloud Sleeve" is actually a supernatural power, similar to the "Universe Within a Sleeve," requiring a high level of spatial control. It can be considered a very practical supernatural power.
Youlanfu was the first to land. The others followed.
"Greetings, Master and Your Excellencies!"
"Master, Uncle-Master! Esteemed Lords."
The four near-master-level experts hurriedly bowed.
He was even more horrified; he had been imprisoned without any power to resist. Was this master wielding some kind of divine power? So powerful?
But then, the four of them suddenly fell silent, three of their gazes fixed on Han Feng with strange expressions. Han Feng, however, blushed and lowered his head, avoiding Lei Tai's gaze.
"What was the result?"
Lei Tai frowned and asked.
"master"
Upon seeing this, You Lanfu immediately looked at Yu Lei, who quickly nodded. You Lanfu's eyes lit up, and she immediately leaped down into the pit.
"Not dead?!" Lei Tai took a deep breath and questioned Han Feng angrily.
Han Feng's ashamed appearance made Lei Tai feel very embarrassed.
A near-master-level expert, possessing two high-grade magic weapons—one for offense and one for defense—couldn't even defeat a mere level 19 cultivator specializing in plant cultivation. Three strikes, and he still couldn't kill the cultivator on the spot!
The various experts had different expressions; Lei Tai had really made a fool of himself.
Chi Xiao and the others even waited until Lei Tai, greatly embarrassed and angry, turned and left first. Lei Tai usually did just that.
But this time, Lei Tai flung Han Feng away, grabbing him and throwing him out: "Go back and reflect on your actions!"
Then, Lei Tai's expression changed several times before he said indignantly, "I've spoiled him too much usually. This time, I'll finally teach this kid a lesson about how there are always people better than him."
These words, spoken loudly and clearly, carried far, making it seem as if Lei Tai had deliberately made Fu Feng suffer.
"Lord Lei is indeed brilliant." Whether Chi Xiao and his companions, who were also great masters, knew it or not, the cultivators in the distance blindly began to worship him. This great master's demeanor made them admire and talk about him with great relish in their spare time.
A great teacher produces outstanding students; a master can produce a great disciple. ...Mastering a disciple is something every low-level cultivator dreams of. He usually wouldn't even glance at ordinary cultivators, unless they were exceptionally talented.
Take Yu Lei and other near-masters like him. Then there are his direct disciples, Xi Tiehan and Huang Song. Their current cultivation levels may not be very high because they haven't had enough time to cultivate. But their potential is immense.
After being thrown out, Han Feng disappeared in a flash.
That's a way of getting out of this predicament.
Jinlun and the others cursed under their breath, "Old fox! Who said Lei Tai was simple-minded? He did this so naturally, his skin is thicker than words."
Due to their status, Jinlun, Chixiao, and the other elders did not descend into the pit, waiting for Youlanfu to come up. For cultivators of their level, even though they greatly admired Zhang Guodong's blade-shaped divine ability in front of so many juniors, they couldn't bring themselves to fly down into the pit together.
They could only wait for Lord Youlan to come up. But a question lingered in their minds: why was there no trace of the young cultivator at the bottom of the pit?
You Lanfu found Zhang Guodong at the bottom of the pit. She noticed something amiss. Although Zhang Guodong's body was mangled and bloody, thankfully he wasn't missing any limbs. However, his torn skin was covered in a grayish-white layer, indicating significant blood loss.
The physical body is dying rapidly, and this has already reached the point where the cultivator's life is in danger!
You Lanfu stared at Zhang Guodong in astonishment. His breath seemed to be fading at any moment; he was practically dead.
But the moment she touched Zhang Guodong's body, she felt that Zhang Guodong could still be saved!
However, only the Grand Lord of the Prefecture has the ability to save people!
"Since he shouldn't die, let's save him!" You Lanfu took out a wax pill, crushed the outer shell, and a rich, fragrant aroma wafted out. She gave it to Zhang Guodong, pulled him up, and flew him out of the deep pit. This pill could only prolong his life and buy him a little time.
Upon reaching the ground, You Lanfu did not stop but flew directly towards the location of the Grand Master.
"This person could die at any moment. I'll take him to the Grand Master first!"
Lei Tai and his two companions were naturally unwilling to let the matter end there, and immediately followed.
Just now, their spiritual senses were monitoring Youlanfu's every move in the pit, but Youlanfu didn't make any moves.
"What? Manager Zhang isn't dead?"
The topic spread quickly.
You Lanfu hurriedly took Zhang Guodong away. This matter couldn't be kept secret any longer. However, most people were concerned about when Zhang Guodong would die.
If they don't die, then their crystal bet will be completely lost!
"Don't worry, my cousin's brother-in-law works in the mansion of the five lords. He's a steward and has the best information!"
As a result, a war caused restlessness and unease throughout the southwestern cities.
Those in even worse spirits included Lei Hui and his group. The Extreme Dao Sect, the Myriad Yang Sect, and the Lei Family had set up a massive gambling operation. If Zhang Guodong hadn't died, they would have lost a fortune—over a million low-grade spirit stones!
In the courtyard of the Lei family mansion in the city.
Lei Hui was pacing back and forth in the hall with a gloomy face.
A moment later, a servant, covered in sweat, trotted in cautiously. He kept glancing at Lei Hui, swallowed hard a few times, and then said, "Young Master, we have the bet money on whether Zhang Guodong will survive."
"How many?!" The number chilled the servant to the bone. It was astonishing!
"Oh, not much," Lei Hui said instinctively. Then he flew into a rage. "What?! You said there are ten thousand?"
That's a 50/100 payout! That's over 500,000!
The voice suddenly rose in pitch, startling the servant so much that he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Yes, if Zhang Guodong survives, we'll have to pay out 520,000 low-grade crystals. That means we won't make any money from this bet, and after deducting the 270,000 crystals we bet on Han Feng, we'll have to pay out an additional 250,000 low-grade crystals!" Startled by Lei Hui, the servant's words became surprisingly fluent, and he finished speaking in one breath. Then his face turned pale, as if he were waiting for his young master's fate to be decided.
Two hundred and fifty thousand low-grade crystals is an astronomical figure for Young Master Lei, unless he seeks out Lord Lei.
Lei Hui had also thought of this problem. But then his face turned pale.
He was terrified of his father's strictness. If they lost 250,000 low-grade crystals this time, the Lei family would probably be in deep trouble.
Today, the value of crystals and resources is immeasurable.
Without these resources, how can Lei Mansion recruit more independent cultivators to serve it? How can it strengthen its power?
"What should we do?" Lei Hui was startled and at a loss. "Young Master, Young Master, this is only the worst-case scenario. Zhang Guodong could die at any moment. Why don't you ask the Master? Isn't he there? He'll definitely know the news immediately," the servant suddenly said.
"Ah, right. How could I not have thought of that? Let me ask first. As long as we don't mention this to Father, everything will be fine!" Lei Hui clapped his hands and said. "Even before this has happened, Zhang Guodong is definitely dead!"
He hurriedly sent a message to his father.
Soon, Lei Tai's message came back.
He first scolded his son, then said from above, "This kid's life force could be cut off at any moment. Even if that old man intervenes, it will probably be difficult to save him!"
However, there was one more thing left unsaid: Zhang Guodong's physical body was indeed severely injured. Yet, a power was slowly nourishing and protecting him within his mind and dantian. This power, however, remained unnoticed even by You Lanfu and the others.
"That's great!" Lei Hui's smile returned to his face. The servant also breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, young master, I heard that the Extreme Dao Sect and the Myriad Yang Sect have also opened a large gambling betting pool. If that kid survives, it'll be worth 10,000 crystal stones, which is quite a sum!"
"oh"
Lei Hui was taken aback for a moment, but didn't take it seriously.
Everyone is taking risks; we can't just let your family sit back and watch us make a fool of ourselves. It's a matter of saving face.
In a small courtyard.
Several adults were waiting outside the gate; they were none other than Lei Tai, Chi Xiao, and others. Apart from them, there was no one else within a kilometer radius of the courtyard.
After a long while, the door quietly opened, and an old man with a white beard came out, then sighed.
Lei Tai and the other two exchanged a smile, relieved that Zhang Guodong was dead. With Zhang Guodong gone, the three families' reputations were saved.
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