In the Mortal Realm, every three layers constituted a major hurdle.
After reaching the Seventh Layer, each subsequent layer became a hurdle in itself.
At that stage, the Hidden Veins that needed to be opened were all relatively crucial.
For instance, the Seventh Layer required opening the Meridian Passage, the Eighth Layer required opening the Ren Meridian, and the Ninth Layer required opening the Du Meridian.
A saying had always circulated among ordinary people: opening the Ren and Du Meridians would make one a master.
This was precisely because only by opening the Ren and Du Meridians could a Cultivator reach the Ninth Layer of the Mortal Realm and attempt to break through to the next Grand Realm.
The Ren and Du Meridians were two of the most important Hidden Veins on a Cultivator’s path, serving as the foundational veins.
“The power of the Third Level of Mortal Realm is actually this immense,” Longtian thought.
“It feels several times stronger than the Second Layer.”
Longtian felt as if he had been entirely reborn.
With every layer his cultivation increased, his combat prowess doubled.
“Right now, relying on my Martial Skill, I could probably hold my own against a master at the Fourth Level of Mortal Realm.”
Longtian could execute two different Martial Skills with his left and right hands consecutively—this was one of his ultimate trump cards.
“Sixth Master, Sixth Master…
Are you back?”
Just as he was reveling in his excitement, Ah Cai’s voice drifted in from outside.
Unexpectedly, his tone sounded weak and feeble.
“This Ah Cai.
Who knows how many times he went at it last night for his voice to become this weak and hoarse,” Longtian mused.
“Looks like I need to discipline them.
It’s fine for men to like women, but they can’t be this unrestrained.”
Shaking his head, Longtian said calmly, “I’m in the room.
Just come straight in.”
The moment Longtian’s voice faded, the door opened.
He had been planning to tease Ah Cai and tell him to take care of his body, but his expression instantly shifted to one of pure fury.
The veins on his clenched fists bulged.
“Speak!
What happened?!”
The Ah Cai standing before him was dressed in rags, his entire body covered in wounds.
In many places, his flesh was exposed, making for a gruesome sight.
Longtian had always been fiercely protective of his own, mostly because he didn’t have many friends or family members to begin with.
Although the three Fu Wangcai brothers were his servants, he had never treated them as such!
Seeing Longtian, Ah Cai immediately fell to his knees and cried, “Sixth Master, run, you have to run!
The Third Young Master is looking for you.
He says he wants to vent his anger on behalf of Zhang Dashan.”
“Get the hell up!
I’m asking you what happened and how you ended up like this.
Don’t give me any bullshit.” Longtian’s breathing grew heavy, his teeth nearly shattering from grinding them so hard.
“Sixth Master, please don’t ask anymore.
Just hurry and leave!
If the Third Young Master finds out you’re back, he’ll definitely come after you.”
“Ah Cai, I’ll ask you one last time.
What happened?
Who did this to you?
Even if you don’t say it, I can guess.
Was it that son of a bitch He Qingfeng?
And where are Ah Fu and Ah Wang?
Explain everything clearly, or I’ll castrate you so you won’t even be able to touch a woman in your next life.”
Longtian was boiling with rage.
It was one thing for those bastards to bully him, but to treat his people with such cruelty was completely unacceptable.
“Sixth Master…” Ah Cai knew Longtian’s temper well; once he stubbornly set his mind on something, no one could change it.
Finally, he told the truth.
“My eldest and second brothers were both taken away by the Third Young Master.
That day, when you, Sixth Master, beat up the Third Young Master’s lackey, he was furious.
He came looking for trouble the very next day, but you weren’t home.
He waited for a long time but didn’t see you return.
“Yesterday evening, he ran out of patience and captured the three of us to lure you out.
He brutally tortured us, hoping to force us to reveal your whereabouts.
I managed to sneak out when they weren’t paying attention.
Sixth Master, you have to run!
The Third Young Master is truly enraged this time.
He swore he would cripple you.
Sixth Master, please, just go!”
“Motherfucker!”
The more Longtian listened, the angrier he became.
It seemed this He Qingfeng firmly believed he had him dead to rights.
“Run?
How can I just let this slide after that piece of trash He Qingfeng treated you all like this?
Besides, do you really think you escaped on your own?
It’s obvious that bastard intentionally let you go so you would find me.
You were definitely followed!
Since that’s the case, I won’t wait for him to come knocking.
I’m going straight to the He family’s villa!
Let’s go!”
Longtian never dragged his feet when doing things.
He hoisted Ah Cai up from the ground and headed straight for the He family’s villa.
“Longtian, what are you doing here?
Do you think this is a place you can just casually walk into?
Get lost.”
The moment they arrived at the He family’s villa, the disciple guarding the gate began mocking Longtian.
Too lazy to waste words, Longtian threw a direct punch at the man’s face.
Like a gust of wind, he then stormed into the He family’s villa, making a beeline for He Qingfeng’s residence.
He Qingfeng’s courtyard was neither too large nor too small.
As if he had known Longtian would take the initiative to show up, He Qingfeng was actually waiting for him right in the yard.
With him were several of Longtian’s cousins—He Chao and He Qingyu, the son and daughter of the Fourth Concubine, and even He Wanqing was present.
They had likely been notified by He Qingfeng to come and watch the show.
As for the top youth of the He family, He Tong, and the eldest sister of the He family, He Qingzhu, they were nowhere to be seen.
They had never cared for such petty squabbles.
“Longtian, I didn’t expect you to actually have the guts to show up.
I thought you’d keep playing the coward and hide forever.”
Seeing Longtian, He Qingfeng let out a disdainful smirk.
His gaze was like that of a superior looking down on a lowly subordinate.
“Ah Cai, stay right here and watch.
I promise Ah Fu and Ah Wang will be fine.” Longtian set Ah Cai aside, completely ignoring He Qingfeng.
Feeling humiliated at being ignored by Longtian, He Qingfeng coldly scoffed, “You’re at death’s door and you don’t even realize it.
What an idiot.”
Only then did Longtian turn his head to shoot He Qingfeng an icy glare.
It was as if he were looking at a corpse; a freezing blade seemed hidden within his dark eyes.
For some inexplicable reason, He Qingfeng actually felt a pang of fear under Longtian’s freezing gaze.
He remained silent for a moment, allowing He Chao, who was standing to the side, to speak up instead.
“Longtian, I heard your badass brother died?
Good riddance.
It’s a pity I was out in the Wilderness Forest at the time and couldn’t come back to see his miserable corpse.
What a shame.
A real shame.”
He Chao was the eldest son of the Fourth Concubine and ranked second among the He family’s younger generation.
At nineteen years old, he had reached the 6th Floor of the Mortal Realm in cultivation.
His talent was second only to He Tong, and not far off from He Qingzhu.
However, due to He Chen’s rapid rise to power, He Chao had felt immense pressure, which led to He Qingzhu beating him to breaking through to the 7th Floor of the Mortal Realm.
Because of this, no one was happier about He Chen’s death than him.
“He Chao,” He Wanqing said, her brow furrowing slightly at his words.
He Qingfeng roared, “Wanqing, this has nothing to do with you.
Just keep your eyes open and watch.
Today, I’m going to teach this little bastard that before you beat a dog, you must look at its master.
He can’t just bully anyone’s dog.
Dashan, you watch closely, too.
See how I, your Third Master, deal with this little bastard to vent your anger.”
Beside He Qingfeng stood Zhang Dashan, his leg wrapped in bandages.
He was glaring darkly at Longtian, but upon hearing those words, a sinister, lecherous smile instantly crept across his face.
“Thank you, Third Master.
But later on, I hope you’ll give me the chance to break this bastard’s legs with my own hands.”
He Qingfeng burst into boisterous laughter.
“Naturally.
You little bastard, do you have anything you want to say to me?
For instance, you could beg for mercy.
If I, your Third Master, happen to be in a good mood, I might just settle for breaking only one of your legs.”
Longtian merely replied in an icy tone, “Where are Ah Wang and Ah Fu?
If they’re dead, I won’t show you any mercy, even if you beg.”
“Oh, you mean your two dogs?
I almost forgot if you hadn’t brought them up.
Do you see that cesspit in the corner?
Yeah, right there.
Do you know what those two pipes sticking out of it are for?
They’re for your two dogs to breathe.”
He Qingfeng laughed maniacally. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Beside him, He Chao and He Qingyu joined in the laughter.
Only He Wanqing let out a helpless sigh.
“What do you mean by that?” Longtian’s right fist was already clenched tight.
“You still don’t get what I mean?
What a dumbass.
I mean your two dogs are in the cesspit right now!
Hahaha!”
“What?!
Ah Fu!
Ah Wang!” In the corner, Ah Cai’s face instantly drained of color upon hearing this.
“He Qingfeng!
You son of a bitch!
If I don’t make you regret being born into this world today, my name isn’t Longtian!” In all his years of living, this was the first time Longtian had ever been this infuriated.
He Qingfeng’s methods were simply too vicious.
“Regret?
I think you should first figure out how to fish them out.
Their hands and feet are bound, so they can’t stand up.
To breathe, they have to rely entirely on those bamboo pipes.
But I imagine they won’t last much longer in such a vile environment.
Since you care about your dogs so much, why don’t you jump in and fish them out yourself?
Hahaha!” He Qingfeng’s laughter was rampant with arrogance.
Longtian tightened his fists.
Without uttering a single word, he strode toward the cesspit.
“Huh.
Is this little bastard actually going to jump in?
Talk about a worthless life—he even cares about two mutts.”
Just as Longtian was approaching the cesspit, Ah Cai, enduring the excruciating pain covering his body, turned into a black blur.
Without batting an eye, he threw himself into the muck.
“Sixth Master, the cesspit is too filthy!
They are my brothers; I will save them!”
SPLASH!
Ah Cai plunged in.
“Ah Fu, Ah Wang!
I’m here!
Don’t be afraid, just hold on!”
When Ah Cai hoisted Ah Wang and Ah Fu up, both of their faces had already turned a deathly pale, and even their breathing had become weak.
Spending several minutes submerged in a latrine was a torment no human could endure.
“Ah Cai, take good care of your brothers.” Longtian’s voice was frigid, sounding as though it had echoed straight out of the Abi Hell.
While his voice still lingered in the air, Longtian stamped his feet, launching himself toward He Qingfeng like a fired cannonball.
“He Qingfeng, I’m going to make you wish you were dead!”
Seeing Longtian daring to attack him, He Qingfeng finally smiled.
“I was just waiting for you to make a move!
Only if you strike first can I retaliate without holding back!
Go to hell, you little bastard!”
He Qingfeng’s Mortal Realm Fourth Level cultivation surged forth.
Facing Longtian’s assault, he neither dodged nor evaded; he simply threw a punch right back at him.
BAM!
A muffled sound rang out.
Longtian’s body was forced several steps back, a trail of fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The Spiritual Energy Amount of the Mortal Realm Fourth Level was indeed several times greater than that of the Mortal Realm Third Level.
Without using a Martial Skill, he was simply no match for He Qingfeng.
“With only this much strength, you want to make me wish I was dead?
What a joke.
The biggest joke in the world!” He Qingfeng’s contempt for Longtian only deepened.
“He Qingfeng, you’re courting death!
Stone-Splitting Fist!”
With a loud roar, Longtian finally unleashed the Stone-Splitting Fist.
An immense aura gathered around his right fist, resembling a forming whirlwind.
“Stone-Splitting Fist?
That’s the Stone-Splitting Fist?
How could it possibly have such a terrifying might?” The moment Longtian executed the technique, the members of the He Family were utterly shocked.
He Chao, in particular, was left dumbfounded.
He realized that even after studying the Stone-Splitting Fist for three years, his own striking power was still slightly inferior to Longtian’s.