Chapter 76: Foundation Establishment Cultivators Are Terrifying

Hehe! Daoist Friend Lan, why mock us? Isn't the cultivation world always like this?

The cultivator dressed in a black robe spoke up.

Wang Ping slowly inhaled, his spiritual power circulating gently; it seemed he would have to strike again, otherwise these people would surely not shed a tear until they saw their coffins.

This actually ran contrary to Wang Ping's original intention; he only wanted to cultivate in peace, but the appearance of the Qingdi Changsheng Gong inevitably drew him into a vortex.

However, compared to the changes brought by the Qingdi Changsheng Gong, these amounted to nothing.

Buzz!

His Azure Light Sword began to tremble on its own, and the cultivators who had survived the Battle of Jin Garden, seeing this, immediately retreated.

Hahaha! If there's going to be a big battle, how could I be left out?

Wang Ye strode out of the Fu Liu Courtyard laughing, and Tie Lanshan, Master Liaoru, and several others also walked to the courtyard gate.

The great battle was about to erupt!

Just then, a tremendous roar burst from above, its sound so great that it shook the spiritual power of all Qi Refining cultivators, causing their released magical treasures to wobble.

Basically, cultivators at late-stage Qi Refining had their spiritual power scattered by the shock, and their magical artifacts fell to the ground.

Even some cultivators at the Qi Refining Great Completion, due to unstable foundations, likewise saw their released magical treasures drop to the ground.

This tremendous shockwave directly affected one‑third of the commercial district.

When Wang Ping and the others lifted their gaze, a huge chunk of ice hurtled toward the Bai Yi Garden.

Boom!

A sky‑shaking boom rang out as the massive ice block, three zhang high, slammed into a point a hundred meters east of the Fu Liu Courtyard!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of collapsing sounds came, followed immediately by a huge cloud of dust rising like a mushroom cloud to a height of ten zhang.

Accompanying the sound was a strong tremor; Wang Ping felt the ground beneath them shake violently, enough to loft the loose stones on the surface half a meter into the air.

What's going on?

All the cultivators felt doubt arise in their hearts.

At this moment, Wang Ping and the others ceased their fighting, their gazes solemn as they looked eastward.

There, a mighty pressure far surpassing their cultivation levels began to slowly emanate.

Everyone simultaneously thought of a single word: Foundation Establishment!

Crack!

A clear, porcelain‑shattering sound rang out distinctly in Wang Ping and the others' ears.

Wang Ping sensed something wrong and immediately gestured for Wang Ye to lead everyone into the Fu Liu Courtyard first!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The distinct cracking sounds grew ever denser, absorbing the attention of all cultivators present, so they failed to notice that Wang Ping and his companions had already entered the protective grand formation of the Fu Liu Courtyard.

That cracking sound grew denser and faster; not long after Wang Ping and the others entered the courtyard, a sudden explosive burst rang out.

"Damn it, I'm frozen to death! Feng Han, Sun Zhan and I won't let this go?"

From where the ice block fell, a roar suddenly rang out.

In the next instant, a scarlet light shot up into the sky, but just as that light rose to a height of a hundred zhang, it seemed to suddenly notice something, abruptly changed direction, and flew toward Wang Ping and the others, its speed so great that it covered a hundred zhang in a single breath.

That red light hovered above the Fu Liu Courtyard, and as the light faded, a burly, bearded man appeared in the air.

However, his complexion was not good at the moment; his large copper‑bell eyes glared at the more than fifty cultivators outside the Fu Liu Courtyard, and he shouted:

"Who are you? How dare you intrude upon my Ju Bao Ge's Bai Yi Garden."

Being questioned so by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, those cultivators fell silent as if choked by winter, even the cultivator in the dark‑green robe lowered his head and dared not speak.

The easygoing manner he had just shown while chatting with Wang Ping vanished completely; now he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Because his position was too conspicuous!

"Esteemed Foundation Establishment senior, they are a group of loose cultivators, and their purpose? They just came to rob the Bai Yi Garden!"

Tie Lanshan's voice suddenly came from within the Fu Liu Courtyard, clearing up the confusion for the Foundation Establishment senior above.

"Hehe! Coming to rob the Bai Yi Garden? What audacity!"

Upon hearing that, the Foundation Establishment cultivator let out a cold snort, while the loose cultivators outside, already feeling uneasy when the Foundation Establishment cultivator appeared, were frightened by Tie Lanshan's words and immediately scattered in all directions.

Unfortunately, facing a late‑stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, even fleeing seemed like a luxury to them.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator's overbearing divine sense pressed down, and all the Qi Refining cultivators outside instantly saw darkness, being pressed to the ground by the divine sense.

Inside the courtyard, Wang Ping stared fixedly outward; inside and out, he was the only one who could perceive the fluctuations of the divine sense.

As for divine sense, he was still unfamiliar with it and didn't know how to use it, so the way the Foundation Establishment cultivator employed divine sense to suppress those loose cultivators gave him some insight.

"Huh?"

The burly, bearded cultivator let out an exclamation of surprise.

His gaze fell upon a young cultivator in the courtyard, his eyes showing a strange color.

"Pseudo-divine sense!"

Wang Ping's expression shifted; he clasped his hands, bowed, and asked:

"May I ask, senior, what is pseudo-divine sense?"

Perhaps because Wang Ping had condensed pseudo-divine sense, the burly, bearded cultivator gave a brief explanation:

"Pseudo-divine sense is the divine sense that arises by chance for a cultivator who has not yet broken through to Foundation Establishment; because they have not undergone the baptism of Foundation Establishment, this divine sense is not very strong, and at this stage it is easily damaged—once damaged, there is almost no hope of reaching Foundation Establishment!"

Wang Ping felt grateful in his heart, and bowed again in thanks!

The burly, bearded cultivator gave a slight nod, said nothing more, and instead looked at the Qi Refining cultivators lying on the ground, a flash of killing intent appearing in his eyes.

He had already reached late‑stage Foundation Establishment, and his divine sense could cover the surrounding ten li.

Within the range of his divine sense, he discovered that many cultivators were frantically looting the Bai Yi Garden.

This scene made his eyes twitch, his chest anger surging straight to his heavenly gate; when has the Treasure Gathering Pavilion ever suffered such insult? It was actually attacked and invaded by a group of Qi Refining cultivators into the Hundred Arts Garden.

"You're all looking for death!"

This bearded big man cultivator suddenly let out a loud shout.

At the same time he pressed with his right hand, a fiery red palm imprint appeared out of thin air, and following his downward motion it shot extremely fast toward the prone Qi Refining cultivator below.

"No!"

At the moment of life-and-death crisis, a cultivator woke up but could do nothing, helplessly watching as that fiery red great palm imprint pressed down.

Boom… boom… boom!

The surroundings vibrated again! Wang Ping and the others hurriedly closed their eyes and covered their ears!

A Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator struck in anger, and over fifty Qi Refining cultivators died instantly!

When the smoke and dust cleared, Wang Ping and the others saw from the gate a scorched black handprint about thirty zhang in size.

Hiss!

They sucked in a breath of cold air; a Foundation Establishment strong expert is actually this terrifying!

Looking up again, that Foundation Establishment cultivator had vanished without a trace; at this moment, a divine sense transmission appeared in their minds.

"Help the City Guard slay the rebellious cultivators taking advantage of the chaos in the city; the storage bags on the ground will be your reward!"

Wang Ping's heart gave a jolt upon hearing this; he immediately realized they were being conscripted as laborers, though the reward was actually quite generous.

Several people exchanged glances, their minds clearly made up; Tie Lanshan said:

"Let's first collect those storage bags! Fellow cultivator Wang Ye, Fellow cultivator Lan, and Master Liaoru, you go keep watch outside the alchemy room!"

Wang Ping nodded; he now prefers not to act if he can avoid it.