Chapter 49: Cloud Breaking Mountain Range

It's a joke; with his cultivation half a year ago, if he didn't rely on that flame, how could he possibly succeed? Killing him would be a breeze.

The man in blue took a sip, unhurried.

Fellow Daoist, you're so confident—do you really think you can kill him?

Someone couldn't tolerate his smug arrogance and retorted.

That's natural; killing him is just a matter of raising a hand—one palm is enough.

The man in blue was very confident; he lifted his head and downed another cup of wine in one gulp.

What do you think? Yang Chu glanced at that person, then turned his gaze to Ye Fan.

Some people just like to act that way, always thinking they're strong, victory already in hand.

Ye Fan didn't lower his voice on purpose; instead, he let everyone in the tavern hear him clearly.

Exactly, the Holy Body is only just over ten years old and already possesses this strength; how could it be as weak as you claim? May I ask what gives you such confidence?

Someone agreed.

I am Situ Feng. The man in blue lightly tossed the white cloth onto the table.

It's actually Situ Feng of the Yan Yun Sect? Though young, he's already at the third level of the Dao Palace; among the younger generation of Quzhou, few can rival him.

If he is Situ Feng, then he indeed has that confidence.

Those who had disliked him immediately fell silent, and the tavern crowd began to chatter.

Hearing that, the man in blue, intrigued, stood up and approached Ye Fan and his companions, continually sizing them up.

Do you have something? If not, scram, don't block His Majesty's view.

Although the Black Emperor is only the size of a mongrel dog, he shows no deference to the other party, being extremely arrogant.

In such an elegant place, why did you two bring it in? Isn't that ruining everyone's mood?

Upon hearing that, Situ Feng felt disrespected and spoke up, wanting to drive them away.

Yang Chu merely glanced at him and said indifferently, "What does it have to do with you?"

Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that?

As a heaven‑chosen prodigy of Quzhou, Situ Feng is one of the strongest of the younger generation and believes no one dares to oppose him.

But seeing Yang Chu's appearance, he guessed his background might be significant, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Yang Chu raised his hand and lightly waved it, sending forth an invisible powerful aura; Situ Feng's expression changed instantly.

Pfft—before he could react, it felt as if a mountain struck his chest, his ribs nearly shattering, his face turned pale instantly, then he was flung backward, spitting a mouthful of blood.

How is that possible? Situ Feng was seriously injured by that person's single strike, even though he's at the third level of the Dao Palace!

People stared in disbelief at the white‑clothed youth, whose bearing was calm and extraordinary, his face serene.

Even the experts of the Four Extremes Secret Realm are no match for Yang Chu with a single hand, let alone someone at the third level of the Dao Palace; not to mention a mere Situ Feng—even if the Holy Child of Yaoguang came, as long as Yang Chu wishes, he wouldn't even notice.

In this world, the only ones who could truly be his opponents are the imperial princes, princesses, and the second son of the Undying Heavenly Emperor.

Young master, are you alright?

Seeing this, Situ Feng's two attendants turned pale and rushed forward to support him.

You actually...

Situ Feng clutched his chest tightly, his eyes full of shock; he never expected that, despite being at the third level of the Dao Palace, he couldn't withstand even a casual strike from his opponent.

What kind of gathering? I'll go see for myself.

After inquiring about the time and place of the gathering's opening, Yang Chu and his companions rose and left.

Not long after Yang Chu and his group left, the attendant tried to help Situ Feng back to his seat.

Suddenly, Situ Feng's face changed dramatically; the hand pressing his chest tightened involuntarily as a sudden sharp pain welled up inside him, twisting his expression.

Bang! Afterwards, in everyone's sight, Situ Feng collapsed and passed out.

Situ Feng... is he dead?

What's going on? I didn't even see that white‑clothed youth make a move.

It's terrifying—a third‑level Dao Palace cultivator, a heaven‑chosen prodigy of Quzhou, was seriously injured by a single blow. Shock rippled through the crowd; they felt parched, awed by his power, and speculated wildly about Yang Chu's origins.

It turns out that when he waved his hand just now, Yang Chu injected a strand of chaotic qi into his body; given Situ Feng's cultivation, how could he possibly withstand such primal essence? His meridians suffered severe damage.

The Yun Duan Mountain Range lies 120 li from Chaoyang City; its slopes are steep, piercing the clouds, hence the name Yun Duan Mountains.

Its highest peak reaches about nine kilometers, with white mist rising and clouds winding around it, making it extremely majestic.

How could it be this place?!

Upon arriving at the Yun Duan Mountains, the Black Emperor's fur stood on end all over.

Yang Chu felt a bit puzzled and asked, "Do you know this place?"

The big black dog's eyes showed surprise and uncertainty, then gradually calmed, and its black fur smoothed out.

I'm not sure either; let me take a good look.

Having said that, the big black dog turned into a black light and shot out, circling the mountain range continuously, running for tens of li.

I never expected it to really be this place; I never thought we'd actually come here...

The Black Emperor muttered, his expression wavering between gloom and clarity.

What kind of place is this?

Looking at it, Ye Fan knows this is certainly not an ordinary mountain range.

The Black Emperor glanced at him, said nothing, seemingly unwilling to bring it up.

Don't keep secrets; speak up if you have any findings.

Only when Yang Chu spoke did the big black dog reluctantly introduce.

This is the dojo of a ruthless person; I almost came to grief here back then.

Upon hearing that, Yang Chu recalled something and asked, "You mean that ruthless person?"

That's right.

If Yang Zhu's guess is not wrong, what the Black Emperor said might be the Ruthless Great Emperor.

According to Yang Zhu's understanding, this dead dog, in order to obtain the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Jar, was trapped in the Ruthless Person's daoist site for many years, almost meeting his end inside.

While trapped, to vent his dissatisfaction, this guy actually pissed right there, which almost prevented him from getting out.

This also caused his origin to be severely damaged, nearly on the brink of death, leading to his current appearance.

Such matters, he naturally does not wish to mention, after all it damages his 'arrogant' image.

Indeed, somewhat strange...

Ye Fan employed the Source Heavenly Scripture, began to survey the terrain here, and soon also noticed a hint of something off.

Although this place is not a dangerous land, it is somewhat special; on the surface nothing seems strange, yet there faintly rises a wisp of white mist.

That is certainly not the mountain's clouds and mist, but rises from underground, a mist filament sensed by spiritual perception.

Again, the Ruthless Person...

Yang Zhu likewise observed the situation with the Wu Shi Scripture, and couldn't help but sigh.

Since his birth, he first obtained a thought of blossoming flowers at the Bronze Immortal Palace; later he was brought to the Southern Ridge, encountered a wicked Daoist, and then discovered another world's Ruthless Person incarnation's daoist site.

Now, having come again to the Ruthless Person's daoist site, Yang Zhu feels somewhat melancholy.

I don't know if this time there will be any gains?

Originally came for the grand gathering, but now Yang Zhu changed his mind, wanting to enter the daoist site to investigate.

Having come, not taking a look would ultimately feel improper.

Do you still remember how to get in?

Maybe I still remember, but need some time to think.

The Black Emperor is quite certain.

(End of chapter)