Chapter 62: Fifth Talent, Defying Heaven (First Publication Requested)

Heaven Gate, reception hall.

At this moment, the gate master Heaven's Sixth sat at the head, his calm and solemn face exuding an intense sense of oppression, and the faint aura he emitted stirred subtle anomalies around, making the atmosphere feel even more stifling.

On the left sat the Brotherhood leader Zhao Qianzhi, and on the right sat the chief of the Seven Sword Disciples, the Sword Madman.

"The Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion is restless!" Heaven's Sixth said lightly, "A great demon has appeared behind the pavilion master, seeking a share of the benefits and wanting us to redraw the profit divisions. What do you think?"

Zhao Qianzhi remained silent.

The Sword Madman sneered, "The city's profits have always belonged to our three families. Now, with our brothers increasing, these benefits are already insufficient; the Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion still wants to join? It knows not life or death. Brother Heaven, since it dares to step out, we should kill it. The Pavilion is also the Xiao Jin Cave, a source of abundant gains. Moreover, by venturing into East Cloud Mountain to hunt minor demons—selling pelts, eating flesh, providing entertainment—we can earn heaps of silver. With plenty of silver, we can purchase rare elixirs outside, which in turn strengthens us, allowing us to seize even more gains, forming a virtuous cycle."

Heaven's Sixth gave the other a glance, hiding a faint sarcasm.

Zhao Qianzhi cleared his throat twice before speaking, "Brother Heaven, the great demon deep within East Cloud Mountain has long eyed our Ten Thousand Beasts City. The Pavilion was created by them, and they have meddled elsewhere as well; we have merely turned a blind eye. Now that your cultivation has advanced to another level, being unprincipled is one thing, but becoming even more greedy? That is improper and illogical. Brother Heaven, has something changed over there?"

"A great demon of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm is stirring trouble!" Heaven's Sixth said.

"Then kill it, skin it, drink its blood, eat its flesh, and strip its tendons," the Sword Madman replied decisively.

"If we don't strike back, they will inevitably press forward and swallow us," Zhao Qianzhi said, looking at Heaven's Sixth. "We look to you as our guide."

"Since we agree, let's deal with the Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion first!" Heaven's Sixth declared, "We've talked trash before; normally fighting and grabbing are irrelevant, but now we must present a united front. Anyone who shirks duty, leeches inside while taking from outside, shouldn't blame me for being unkind."

"Brother Heaven, rest assured, Ten Thousand Beasts City is yours as well as ours," the Sword Madman said, a razor‑sharp sword aura erupting from his crown.

"I've long regarded this place as home!" Zhao Qianzhi said.

At that moment, Heaven's Sixth turned his gaze outward.

Zhao Qianzhi and the Sword Madman also sensed a powerful surge.

"This is the power of the Mastery Realm," the Sword Madman laughed. "The masters inside the city generally know each other well and rarely fight; could it be an outsider?"

"That's the direction of the Brotherhood!" Heaven's Sixth exclaimed, "Our base has been raided."

"If our base is stolen, the joke's on us," Zhao Qianzhi couldn't help but laugh. He stood, bowed to the two, and said, "I'll go back and check now."

Brotherhood.

Qin Feng heard the system prompt and immediately refused to ascend; it wasn't the right time yet.

In the box, besides the soul stone from earlier, there were several other ores, none of which he recognized.

He tossed them all to Yan Hongye.

Then he looked into the deep wall cavity, where another large box lay; opening it, he found—goodness—all silver notes.

Gold Dragon Note.

The highest denomination silver note, worth one thousand taels.

There were roughly a million taels inside.

Obviously, this was Zhao Qianzhi's private stash, and Qin Feng also gave it to Yan Hongye.

"We've struck it rich!"

Yan Hongye's mouth curved into a wide grin; she quickly pulled out the bedding, wrapped the box, forming a small satchel slung over her shoulder.

"What should we do with it?" she asked.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!" Wang Dafu shouted urgently, knowing that the moment of life and death had arrived. "Outside, many brothers of our Brotherhood are present, including master‑level strongmen, and the leader will return soon. If we get surrounded, you will have no chance of survival."

"Moreover, the Brotherhood, the Seven Sword Disciples, and Heaven Gate have always been united. If our Brotherhood gets into trouble, they won't just stand by."

"We share each other's glory and loss; otherwise we wouldn't have controlled Ten Thousand Beasts City for so many years!"

"Brother Qin, release me now and let me leave quickly; there's still a chance to survive, otherwise death is certain."

Wang Dafu spoke hastily.

"I'll let you go, and then you'll rally everyone," Qin Feng laughed. "With you, the people outside won't let us leave peacefully; in short, a safe exit is basically impossible!"

"Die!" Wang Dafu's pupils contracted as he understood Qin Feng's plan.

He intended to kill him.

His internal force detonated, turning into a torrent that surged from the acupoint in his neck, aiming to shatter Qin Feng's grip while delivering a lethal strike.

Crack…

Unfortunately, he was fast, but Qin Feng was faster.

He expelled force from his hand, crushing the protective aura and brutally snapping the neck, crushing it.

Wang Dafu's body jolted as his life force vanished rapidly.

"Trouble!" Yan Hongye sighed at the scene. "Now we must face the Heavenly Phenomena Realm within the city, the Grand Master and numerous masters' siege. Brother Qin, can you hold out? I warned you earlier—my frail body can't stand, I can only assist you."

"I kill, you handle the aftermath!" Qin Feng laughed, "I've long wanted a proper grand battle."

That was his genuine thought.

The battle at the Ancestral Tomb left him feeling very aggrieved.

First he was pursued, then faced death threats; in short, he was powerless.

Later, in a clash with the Great Roc King, he was constantly suppressed.

Especially at the start inside the city, he could only passively endure, watching the Great Roc King slaughter civilians, a feeling that drove him to a heart‑gnawing madness.

Powerless, incompetent, tragic!

In the end, though he nearly killed the Great Roc King, the path was riddled with setbacks, exhausting all his schemes.

Now he fears nothing.

His strength has increased.

Moreover, the whole city is filled with villains, so any further destruction causes him no mental burden.

"Alright, I'll handle the aftermath!" Yan Hongye nodded, her expression turning solemn.

Qin Feng clenched his fist, spitting out true qi that solidified into sword aura, piercing the house and skewering several outsiders like candied hawthorn.

The sword aura stretched a hundred meters.

"Give me more to die!"

Qin Feng's repressed hostility boiled over, killing intent surging.

This time, he let go completely.

As he spun, he dragged Yan Hongye in a 360-degree turn, cleaving the entire Brotherhood's base in half at the waist.

Ninety-five percent of the gang's disciples were also slain.

In an instant, houses collapsed, wails filled the sky.

Many were split in half, yet not dead for a moment, writhing in anguish.

Blood flowed like a waterfall.

A foul stench filled the air.

Qin Feng had arrived in the courtyard; several people stood ahead, including two Grandmasters, all staring at him in shock, especially at his sword aura stretching a hundred meters.

A ninth-rank martial artist even rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

Had he not been more alert just then, they would have met the same fate.

"Die!" Qin Feng dispersed his true qi and drew his long sword.

This sword, left after the Fan Clan Grandmaster was slain at the ancestral tomb, far surpassed his former Flowing Cloud Sword in quality.

Now he wields it.

As the sound faded, a watery intent spread, turning the clear sky into a rainy one; a slight move of Qin Feng's foot became an instant step.

He instantly appeared before one of them and unleashed a Single Drop Water Sword.

Bolstered by the watery intent, this sword's power became even more terrifying.

"Not good!" the man's pupils shrank; as he blasted back and threw three palms, Qin Feng's sword pierced his defenses and thrust into his throat.

The sword vibrated, and his fine head flew off.

Qin Feng's strike was a killing blow.

He also turned his slaughter toward the remaining people.

Behind him, Yan Hongye's eyes lit up.

"Awesome, impressive—that's a Grandmaster killed in a finger snap." She was truly shocked, "And earlier Wang Dafu; in this brief moment he killed two. Not long ago he was merely a genius needing my help, yet now he's left me far behind."

Her expression grew complex as well.

Yet she heard Qin Feng's mental transmission: "A master is coming; leave first, don't let me have worries behind."

"Have I become a burden?" Yan Hongye wanted to curse, glanced around, suppressed the urge to seek the Brotherhood's secret treasury, and slipped away silently.

She had just distanced herself when she heard a loud shout.

"Stop!"

The voice rumbled, brimming with towering rage and killing intent.

Zhao Qianzi had returned.

Yet he saw Qin Feng kill the last person.

"I told you to stop!" Zhao Qianzi looked around, his eyes turning red.

"Damn it."

"I built this empire with half my life—destroyed in this instant?"

He felt the urge to hack the man before him to pieces, yet he suppressed his bloodlust, drew the saber at his back, and stepped forward.

His aura surged, Dao resonance permeated, the surrounding air suddenly felt oppressive, as if a mountain were about to fall from above.

The weight made his heart tremble.

"Zhao Qianzi?" Qin Feng flicked his hand, sending blood droplets flying afar. "Not bad! Who are you, and why slaughter my Brotherhood?" Zhao Qianzi stared at him fixedly.

His aura surged again, slightly warping the air.

The dust on the ground silently parted.

"Heavy? Mountainous intent?" Qin Feng sensed carefully, also wondering, "Is this Dao's suppression?"

He too felt a heaviness.

His internal true qi circulation slowed a fraction.

"What's it to you if I kill them?" Qin Feng replied.

"I'll curse your ancestors!" Zhao Qianzi could no longer hold back, shouting, "These are my brothers! You slaughtered them—how is that none of your business?"

"Killing you is also none of your business!" Qin Feng couldn't help laughing, "Besides, why would I need a reason to kill these beasts? I don't."

"Die!" Zhao Qianzi no longer cared to investigate.

The war blade moved, splitting the clouds above, and came down ferociously.

The blade's momentum was like a mountain, immensely heavy.

Qin Feng also moved, executing the Free and Easy Sword Canon as they clashed.

He used his cultivation.

What he displayed was sword technique.

It was a head‑on confrontation.

Qin Feng knew this was a worthy opponent, perfect for honing himself.

Sword aura and blade light collided, tearing the courtyard to shreds.

Especially the corpses, which became strips of minced flesh.

The two were nearly evenly matched.

"Your intent power is at most minor accomplishment—how can your combat strength be so great?" Zhao Qianzi exclaimed, also suppressing his bloodlust.

Taking it seriously, he sensed carefully and discovered a clue.

"Your true qi quality is actually a notch above mine, your output far exceeds mine, and your sword technique matches my blade skill!" Zhao Qianzi found the cause, "You're so young, yet you possess such cultivation, foundation, and combat power—who are you, and where do you come from?"

"Nagging!" Qin Feng's move changed.

Left hand Three Appearances Sword Finger, right hand Carefree Sword Classic.

His true qi output also surged greatly.

In the blink of an eye he had suppressed his opponent.

"Without relying on physical strength, I can now contend with a Grand Master!" Qin Feng's heart filled with joy, his fighting spirit surged again.

Zhao Qianzhi frowned deeply.

He took a slight step back, then leapt into the air, and a mighty shout rang across the whole city: "Eight Directions Dragon-Slaying Blade, slash!"

A violent aura burst forth from within him.

He also split his image into eight, attacking from eight directions.

His blade fell like a waterfall, cutting through everything.

Fierce and overbearing, it could cleave anything.

Boom—

Even if Qin Feng could tell which was the real body, he was still blasted away.

"Mountain-Splitting Killer Blade, go die!"

Seeing that he hadn't injured Qin Feng, Zhao Qianzhi frowned deeply, and the Dao Rhyme power emanating from him instantly retracted, merging into his blade technique.

One slash split the mountain, absolutely killing myriad spirits.

This blade was heavy as if the heavens had collapsed, and it also concealed a brutal aura of absolute annihilation.

"Single Drop Water Sword!" Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, his true qi surged, feeling as if his meridians would burst, and a water-like light flowed along his sword as it thrust forth.

It struck the blade.

Bang—

The sharpness exploded, tearing everything within dozens of meters into a messy pulp.

The sword tip and blade were also locked together.

"Exploding Fist!" Qin Feng raised his left arm, punched into the air, blasting Zhao Qianzhi away, who spat a mouthful of blood mid-flight.

Obviously he was still considerably lacking in overall strength.

No, it should be said he was lacking by a lot.

In cultivation, he was not as good as the mountain below.

But Qin Feng's physical body was invincible.

Just as he was about to press the attack and kill his opponent, he paused his steps and looked to the left.

There appeared a person, his aura violent, his build extremely burly, like a savage ancient beast, fierce and overbearing, his momentum overwhelming.

He bore a great sword on his back.

He was indeed the eldest of the Seven Sword Disciples, the Sword Madman.

On the other side was the Number Six Under Heaven.

These two felt the strong aura here, as well as Zhao Qianzhi's angry roar, knowing a powerful enemy had arrived, they immediately rushed over and just happened to see Zhao Qianzhi blasted away by a punch.

Their pupils both contracted.

Their aura burst forth, covering the sky and earth, suppressing Qin Feng.

"Sword Madman!" Qin Feng spoke out the other's identity.

His aura was overbearing and fierce, supreme and unmatched, with a hint of wildness.

The Dao Rhyme that emanated belonged to the overbearing type, suppressing the mind and intimidating the will.

He too was a Grand Master, his strength likely on par with Zhao Qianzhi's.

"Number Six Under Heaven!" Qin Feng then looked to the right.

This was a middle-aged man of imposing presence, filled with endless domineering aura, with three whiskers below his lips, bearing a long sword, the surrounding air twisted, permeated with chill.

Under the sun, a domain of deep cold formed, even with ice crystals appearing.

It caused environmental changes in a small area, this being a method of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

This person brought him even greater pressure.

Like the heavens collapsing, it pressed upon him, the icy aura freezing his soul.

It suppressed the flesh, hindered the circulation of true qi, and even the spirit and will felt an irresistible force.

"This is the terror of the human Celestial Phenomenon Realm!"

Qin Feng revealed a solemn expression.

The two of the Number Six Under Heaven did not answer, simultaneously looking at Zhao Qianzhi.

He had already risen to his feet, his face looking as if he wanted to die.

He again released a mighty aura, which also pressed upon.

The three Dao Rhymes suppressed, like surging tides, making Qin Feng feel unable to bear it, his body swaying slightly.

"Want to subdue the enemy without fighting? First you'd have to break my will, and you're still being quite careful!"

Qin Feng gave a cold laugh.

Yet he secretly communicated with the system.

"Advance!"

This was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

Breaking through under extreme pressure, no one could find any flaw.

The familiar sensation appeared once more.

From inside to outside, from genes to cells, Qin Feng underwent another comprehensive life elevation, his essence transformed.

Strength, physique, reaction, perception, etc. all surged.

An inevitable breath burst out, about to form a terrifying essence-and-qi beacon above his head; Qin Feng's heart stirred, and sword qi spewed forth, shooting from the top of his head straight up a hundred meters, masking the essence-and-qi beacon.

The transformation was soon completed.

Qin Feng felt an immensely powerful strength.

Too strong.

Also the dantian qi sea and acupoint spaces also expanded.

Overall strength surged.

【Life gene level advancement leap, increased to fifty times, reward talent: Soul Master!】

【Whether to fuse?】

The system prompt sounded again.

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Clasped hands! (End of chapter)