Chapter 1213: Sweeping the Arena, the Treasure Stirs Hearts (5/5, Requesting Subscription)

Midnight.

Di Yun quietly bought several elixirs and swallowed them, then activated his heart method.

He glanced at Qi Fang, wanting to share it with his junior sister.

But he remembered how soft-hearted she was—she would surely refuse to abandon her father.

Even if her father was utterly vile and the path ahead was a pit of fire, she would still jump in—he held back.

"Wait a little longer. Wait until the right moment."

He closed his eyes and focused on cultivation.

The martial arts in Shangcheng had been refined multiple times by Zhang Taixuan and were now perfect; even in the physical stage, one need not train through forms—simply circulating the method alone achieved the same result.

Thus, Di Yun sat cross-legged, leaning against a small tree, and still completed his cultivation.

With the aid of the elixirs, his progress was rapid.

When the first ray of dawn touched the horizon, his strength reached full completion of the true qi realm.

He suppressed his excitement, restrained the fluctuations of his true qi, and pressed all of it into his dantian, maintaining his usual appearance.

Crack!

Suddenly, a faint sound arose.

Di Yun opened his eyes—it was Qi Fang, having finished washing up, approaching close, ready to tease him.

Seeing him awake, she laughed: "Boring! I thought Senior Brother was going to sleep in!"

"Since you're awake, let's go."

Qi Changfa's voice came from behind.

Di Yun quickly rose, washed his face by the river, and hurried off.

All three were martial artists; though Qi Fang's Wu Gong was not high, their pace far surpassed ordinary people.

At noon, the trio arrived at Jingzhou City.

"Jingzhou City is so huge!" Qi Fang, who had grown up in the countryside, had never seen such a massive city—her eyes sparkled, glancing everywhere, finding everything novel.

Qi Changfa cleared his throat: "Don't stare around carelessly. Mind your manners."

Qi Fang sighed helplessly, made a face at Di Yun, and became proper.

Qi Changfa had come with a purpose—he led the two straight toward the Wan household.

At this moment, the Wan household had set up long banquet tables, with crowds thronging, bustling and lively.

The powerful families of Jingzhou and martial artists from across the land gathered together, feasting on meat, drinking from large bowls, radiating bold and heroic spirit.

"Oh, Third Junior Brother, you're a rare guest!"

Suddenly, Wan Zhenshan, who was greeting guests, changed expression and stepped forward.

"Greetings, Senior Brother. Junior Brother has come to wish you a happy birthday!" Qi Changfa ignored Wan Zhenshan's sarcasm as if he hadn't heard it, and merely bowed.

Wan Zhenshan waved: "Come inside!"

On the surface, he smiled cheerfully; inside, he brimmed with murderous intent.

"The Liancheng Sword Manual—I am determined to obtain it. Today, I must get it!"

Yet he did not know that Qi Changfa harbored the same thought.

Both men had ulterior motives, yet wore smiles, feigning brotherly affection.

Di Yun maintained his simple, innocent appearance, yet inside he felt utterly disgusted.

As a true qi realm expert, he could sense that both men's malice was nearly overflowing.

Not only Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa—even the Wu Lingaoshou at the banquet frequently cast furtive, hostile glances.

These people had clearly come to Wan Zhenshan's birthday banquet not for him, but for the Liancheng treasure.

"Oh, this young lady is truly beautiful!"

At that moment, a flippant voice rang out—sideways, a Bai Xi hand reached for Qi Fang.

Di Yun's eyes changed—his previously simple, ox-like expression instantly turned sharp, like a sleeping tiger awakening.

Crack!

Di Yun moved faster than the attacker—reacting after but arriving first—he gripped the man's wrist and squeezed lightly, snapping it.

The sound of bone breaking was not loud, but crisp, plunging the scene into sudden silence.

Everyone had expected this seemingly innocent young man to be harmless—no one imagined he would strike so ruthlessly, leaving not the slightest face.

"Ah, my hand!"

Wan Gui screamed in pain.

Wan Zhenshan roared in fury: "Qi Changfa, you've come with ill intent! How dare you let your disciple injure my son?"

Saying this, he lunged forward.

Qi Changfa himself was utterly bewildered.

He had never expected Di Yun's Wu Gong to be this high, nor that Di Yun would strike so brutally.

Was his seemingly simple disciple truly hiding his true nature, harboring secret schemes?

As a man who had murdered his own master, Qi Changfa naturally judged others by his own heart.

Thinking this, he subtly grew wary, shifting his stance slightly out of sight, and met Wan Zhenshan's charge.

"Senior Brother, how did you get so strong!" Qi Fang was stunned.

Di Yun smiled: "Some rare fortune. Junior Sister, watch Senior Brother show you today what 'thunderous methods' truly mean!"

With that, he let out a long roar.

Instantly, it sounded as if thunder had exploded in the sky.

Qi Changfa and Wan Zhenshan, who had been fighting, were directly shaken to the ground, pale-faced and terrified.

The other martial artists at the feast covered their ears, their faces pale as if they had seen a ghost.

A single voice stunned the hundreds present—what kind of cultivation had he achieved?

"Master, Uncle Wan, you need not fight!" Di Yun sneered. "You only want the Liancheng treasure. I know where it is!"

"The Liancheng treasure?"

Everyone held their breath.

Qi Changfa's expression changed.

Could such a thing really be spoken of in public?

Thinking this, he quickly signaled Di Yun with his eyes.

"But you need not even think of it. The Immortal said that because of this treasure, so much calamity has arisen—it is time to end it. So, the treasure will be reclaimed by the Immortal."

Di Yun spoke, taking Qi Fang's hand and rising into the sky.

"Gentlemen, meet me outside the city, at Tianning Temple."

With that, he stepped through empty air, strolling slowly toward the city's outskirts.

Everyone's expressions changed: "The treasure is at Tianning Temple! Hurry—if that young man gets there first, it'll be gone from us!"

Some used lightness arts, others mounted swift steeds, racing toward the city's edge.

Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa exchanged a glance, lost all desire to continue fighting, and rushed toward the city's outskirts.

"Father! Zhou—"

Wan Gui watched his own father abandon him, his heart turning cold and hollow.

Seeing Wan Zhenshan about to vanish from sight, he quickly pressed a point on his hand and activated his lightness art to chase after him.

Fortunately, only his hand was broken, not his foot—his lightness art was hardly impaired.

In the sky.

"Big Brother, have you become an Immortal?" Qi Fang gasped.

Di Yun shook his head: "No. I merely gained an Immortal's fortune and cultivated a bit of Immortal scripture. Little Sister, after we settle the Liancheng treasure, I'll pass it on to you."