“Big talk.” After being angrily rebuked by Ye Chen, Zhang Tao pounced over like a Ferocious Beast.
Recalling how he had been severely injured by Ye Chen, who was only at Qi Condensation First Level, a few days ago, his expression twisted into a savage look.
Clang!
It was the same Yuyang Sword Qi, piercing through the air.
Zhang Tao seemed to have gone mad, waving his arms frantically.
As the Sword Qi struck towards him, Ye Chen did not dodge or evade.
Charging like a fierce tiger, he let the Sword Qi leave bloody gashes on his body.
Compared to seeing Zhang Fengnian and the others being tortured, this bit of pain was nothing.
Seeing Ye Chen endure his Sword Qi with his bare body, Zhang Tao’s expression changed, as Ye Chen was already about to reach him.
“You deserve to die.” With a sudden, explosive shout, Ye Chen took a step and arrived in front of Zhang Tao.
Clenching his fist, without using any True Qi, he relied solely on the explosive power of his Physical Body to land a solid blow right on Zhang Tao’s face.
Pfft!
Zhang Tao spat out blood, stumbling backward from Ye Chen’s punch.
His entire face had been beaten into a twisted mess.
Before he could even steady himself, Ye Chen kicked him over, causing another mouthful of blood to gush out.
“This…” The other two Hengyue Disciples were stunned.
An Intern Disciple at Qi Condensation Second Level had actually knocked down Zhang Tao without using any True Qi; this completely exceeded their understanding.
“Kill, kill, kill him for me!” The frantic roar interrupted their shock.
With disheveled hair, Zhang Tao was summoning his underlings.
“Attack together.” Knowing Ye Chen was not easy to deal with, the two Hengyue Disciples attacked from both sides.
True Qi swirled in their palms; one condensed a palm blade, and the other gathered a sword edge—both were the most basic methods of Qi control.
But in Ye Chen’s eyes, these were nothing.
“Get lost!” With a loud roar, Ye Chen delivered a Rushing Thunder palm strike, sending the Disciple on the left flying.
By the time he hit the ground, he was already covered in blood.
Turning abruptly, Ye Chen leaped like a tiger and reached the Disciple on the right.
He easily dodged the Disciple’s palm blade, used one hand to shatter his shoulder bone, and followed up with a punch, knocking him to the ground.
Having taken down the two Disciples, Ye Chen kicked Zhang Tao away, then hurriedly sent out four streaks of Sword Qi to unlock the chains of Zhang Fengnian and the others.
“Grandpa!” As soon as he was let down, Hu Wa rushed to Zhang Fengnian’s side.
“Senior, it’s all my fault.” While frantically channeling True Qi into Zhang Fengnian, Ye Chen said, blaming himself, his eyes full of guilt.
If not for him, Zhang Tao might not have become such a crazy pervert.
“Little Fellow, do not blame yourself.” Zhang Fengnian was indeed severely injured.
Although he was old, with Ye Chen protecting his heart meridian with True Qi, at least there would be no danger to his life.
“Ye Chen swears here that I will never let you be harmed again.”
After working for a full three hours, Ye Chen finally retracted his True Qi.
Zhang Fengnian was no longer in life-threatening danger and would recover after a few days of rest.
Hu Wa was also fine after being nourished by True Qi.
However, the Little Eagle Spirit Beast still had unhealed wounds from a few days ago, and with its wings pierced by hooks, it would likely require months of recuperation.
“We were wrong, we were wrong.” One of the Hengyue Disciples, terrified by the beating, hurriedly begged for mercy.
“If you are wrong, you must pay the price.” A cold voice rang out, like a majestic judgment.
Ye Chen immediately raised his foot and kicked, shattering the Disciple’s Dantian.
“Ah…!” A scream rang out immediately.
“My Dantian, my cultivation.” The Disciple screamed miserably, clutching his bleeding lower abdomen, breaking out in cold sweat from the pain.
From this day forward, he was no longer an Immortal high above, but a complete waste.
Ye Chen had already walked toward the other Disciple.
“No…
no, no…” That Disciple was terrified, crawling backward, but he could not escape his fate.
“Ah…!” With another scream, that Disciple’s Dantian was also kicked to pieces.
His entire cultivation was completely dissipated.
He was no longer an Immortal, and a miserable life was destined for him.
Unable to withstand the blow, he fainted on the ground.
Finally, Ye Chen slowly turned around and looked at the bloody Zhang Tao.
Zhang Tao was truly terrified.
He had not expected Ye Chen to be so ruthless, actually crippling their cultivation.
As a participant in this matter, he was destined to not escape his fate either.
“Do you know who my Master is?
My Master is Ge Hong, the head of Diyang Peak.
Do you dare to hurt me?” Zhang Tao roared, but he seemed unable to realize the severity of the problem; even now, he was still using his Master to scare Ye Chen.
“I said, no one can save you today.” The cold voice remained bone-chilling.
Ye Chen kicked, clean and decisive, crippling Zhang Tao’s Dantian.
“Ah, ah…!” Zhang Tao’s scream was bone-chilling.
At this moment, he was no longer an Immortal high above.
He was destined to be abandoned by the Sect, and a miserable life awaited him.
Only now did he feel regret, regretting that he had provoked Ye Chen, leading to the current catastrophe.
“The pain you caused them must be repaid a hundredfold.” Ye Chen’s anger seemed not to have dissipated.
He took three silver needles from his Storage Bag and inserted them into Zhang Tao’s body.
These silver needles were the poison needles of the Hunchbacked Old Man, refined from the toxins of wood-boring insects.
After Ye Chen’s personal testing, these poison needles would not kill a person immediately.
The poisoned person would endure the agony of insects devouring their body.
At this moment, it seemed perfectly suitable to use them on Zhang Tao.
“Ah, ah…!” The poison had spread.
Zhang Tao wailed incessantly, his hands clawing wildly at his own body, and bloody scratches quickly appeared.
“Let me go, I beg you, let me go.” Zhang Tao hugged Ye Chen’s legs.
“It was Senior Brother Zhao, it was Senior Brother Zhao Long.
He was the one who wanted the Heavenly Spirit Curse, so he sent me here!
“Zhao Long.” Hearing this name, a cold glint flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes.
Turning abruptly, Ye Chen strode toward the door, his body thick with baleful aura, his cold killing intent impossible to suppress.
He was going up the mountain to find Zhao Long for a duel.
Once he went up, it was destined that blood would stain the Battle Stage.
“Even if I die, I will make you pay a painful price.”
At this moment, on the Zhengyang Mountain Peak, Ge Hong sat high on the lecture platform, teaching cultivation insights to the Disciples of Diyang Peak.
“The path of cultivation should respect Heaven and Earth.
Heaven and Earth are the greatest.
Qi is the root of man; Cultivators should prioritize Qi Refining.”
Below, the Disciples were seated, all respectful.
They kept every word Ge Hong said in their hearts, not daring to be even slightly careless.
They were quite afraid of him, their strict and harsh Master.
Glancing below, Ge Hong gently stroked his beard.
Looking at those eyes full of awe, he regarded himself even more as a Senior expert.
He enjoyed this feeling of being high above.
On this Diyang Peak, he was the sky; he was the king who controlled everything.
“Zhao Long, I am waiting for you at the Fengyun Platform.” Suddenly, a cold voice reached Diyang Peak.
“Who is challenging Senior Brother Zhao?” The scene immediately became noisy.
“Could it be a Disciple from the other two main peaks?”
“It doesn’t matter who it is.
Senior Brother Zhao Long is about to break through to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and he has the Secret Art taught by our Master.
In the Outer Sect of the Hengyue Sect, apart from the True Disciples of the three heads, who can defeat him?”
Zhao Long, who was below, had also stood up, a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he recognized the voice and knew it was Ye Chen.
“Long’er, do you know who is challenging you?” On the lecture platform, Ge Hong closed his eyes to rest, his voice filled with disdain.
Zhao Long was a Disciple he had personally trained and one of the few he favored most.
He had always been very confident in Zhao Long.
“Reporting to Master, it is an Intern Disciple named Ye Chen.”
“Ye Chen?” Ge Hong pondered, frowning slightly, as if recalling events in the Jiuqing Pavilion.
He asked, “Is that the sixteen-year-old Ye Chen who has only cultivated to the First Level?”
“Master knows him?” Zhao Long was somewhat surprised.
“He wanted to be a Disciple of my Diyang Peak, but I refused.
My Diyang Peak never accepts such trash.”
“I see!” Hearing the reason given by Ge Hong, all the Disciples showed mockery, and sneers rose one after another.
“I think that Ye Chen couldn’t get into Diyang Peak, so he thought of this method to attract Master’s attention, so that Master would take him as an apprentice.”
“What a scheme.”
“Go!” On the lecture platform, Ge Hong closed his eyes again and said very casually, “It’s good to punish him, but don’t be too heavy-handed, lest others say my Diyang Peak is bullying people.”