Chapter 1084: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1084: Casual Suppression

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing heard this and nodded slightly. He did not refute, nor did he grow angry; he simply tossed the picao in his hand aside, then patted the dirt from his hands and said with a smile:

"I understand."

His voice was soft, yet it made the wind across all of Fengrao Commandery still for an instant: "You want to say that beyond the Tianyuan Realm there are Outer Realm Foreign Races, the Floating World Four Domains, and Tai Xu Lie Yuan, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chao Jin's pupils suddenly contracted.

For the first time, a clear change appeared on his face.

The Floating World Four Domains was an absolute secret he had only come into contact with after becoming the Dongting Sect Master.

How could this spirit farmer, this Xu Zhangqing who farmed the land, possibly know?

At this moment, Chao Jin's voice dropped low, the contempt in his tone completely gone, replaced by disbelief: "How do you know?"

However, Xu Zhangqing bypassed Chao Jin's question entirely; his gaze even swept past him, landing on Jingyuan Mountain, landing on those old acquaintances from the Dongting Immortal Sect.

Zhao Lie, along with the Elders and Stewards who had crossed paths with him, now stood behind Chao Jin, each with a rather complex expression.

"Zhao Lie!"

Xu Zhangqing spoke again: "Of course, and you as well.

Now come down from Jingyuan Mountain and submit to the Qingmu Immortal Sect.

Everything that just happened, I can pretend I never saw."

Zhao Lie stood on Jingyuan Mountain, his gaze facing Xu Zhangqing from afar.

In his heart at this moment surged shock and unease.

Over a hundred years had passed, and he was shocked to discover that he could no longer see through Xu Zhangqing's cultivation.

And it was not the kind of inability to see through caused by concealing one's cultivation.

Rather, the other stood there like an ancient tree rooted in the earth, fused as one with the surrounding mountain ranges and Earth Qi.

Even when Divine Sense swept over him, one could not feel any abnormality at all, as if Xu Zhangqing had always been a part of heaven and earth.

In just over a hundred years, this man had gone from an Outer Perimeter Disciple to the Sect Master of the Qingmu Immortal Sect, and now stood confidently before Jingyuan Mountain, demanding their submission without changing color.

This was too strange.

No, this was too terrifying.

Once, the two had worked together to some extent.

They were more or less familiar with Xu Zhangqing's style of doing things.

This person never did anything without certainty, never fought a battle without a chance of victory.

Since he dared to say it, it meant he had absolute confidence, absolute self-assurance.

Zhao Lie hesitated and opened his mouth: "You... exactly..."

However, before he finished speaking, Chao Jin beside him was already furious: "You, a mere farmer, actually dare to make me submit?!"

At this moment, he seemed as if he had been insulted.

He waved his right hand, and the Spirit Patterns on Jingyuan Mountain lit up in an instant.

The entire mountain was like a restless volcano about to erupt.

Terrifying pressure, as if substantial, crushed outward in all directions.

The clouds above Fengrao Commandery were torn apart, countless Xiuxian Zhe on the ground had their legs go soft from this pressure, and Disciples with lower cultivation levels fell directly to the ground.

The Mountain Gate Dharma Array of the Qingmu Immortal Sect emitted creaking groans under layer upon layer of pressure, its Spiritual Light flickering bright and dim, as if it might shatter at any moment.

However, the most terrifying part was yet to come.

A cry!

Accompanied by a cloud-piercing, stone-splitting phoenix cry, a phoenix wreathed in flames shot into the sky.

When its wings spread, they nearly covered half the sky.

Every feather burned with Karma Fire.

The red-gold flames turned the sky above Fengrao Commandery into an orange-red purgatory.

With every flap of the phoenix's wings, a scorching storm was stirred up; the spirit rice in the Spirit Fields almost withered under the high temperature, and the stone slabs on the ground began to crack.

Many Disciples' body-protecting Spiritual Shields were on the verge of shattering under the double crushing of high temperature and pressure.

Chao Jin had refined the fire phoenix within the Yunhua Realm for over a hundred years, fusing Jingyuan Mountain and the fire phoenix into one.

Therefore, as soon as he acted, it brought extremely terrifying effects.

"Do you see?"

"Xu Zhangqing!"

"This is what strength is, this is what methods are, only this can protect everyone!"

Behind Chao Jin was the sky-covering fire phoenix, beneath his feet was Jingyuan Mountain weighing ten thousand jin; for a moment, his momentum was overwhelming.

However, Xu Zhangqing merely glanced at him, then extended his right hand.

Five-colored radiance flowed in his palm: wood-green, fire-red, water-deep black, gold-white, earth-brown.

The five colors intertwined in his palm, like a miniature Five Elements grindstone, drawing in both space and time at once, then he gently clenched his fist.

The fire phoenix capable of burning half of Fengrao Commandery to ashes, along with that sky-covering Jingyuan Mountain, were as if grasped by an invisible giant hand in midair, then suddenly contracted.

The massive mountain and the burning phoenix, like two crumpled sheets of paper, twisted violently, shrank, and deformed in space.

In the span of a single breath, Jingyuan Mountain shrank from a hundred-zhang giant form to three feet square.

The fire phoenix, in turn, transformed from the flames that covered the sky and blotted out the sun into a cluster of jumping dark red flames.

Both were wrapped in the five-colored radiance, suspended three feet above Xu Zhangqing's outstretched palm.

The Mountain Chariot on the left, the phoenix on the right.

They looked like two toys being casually fiddled with.

Then, Xu Zhangqing curled his five fingers; the five-colored radiance, like docile fireflies, carried the shrunken Jingyuan Mountain Chariot and fire phoenix and swiftly sank into his sleeve.

At the same time, he lightly brushed his left hand.

Not an attack, but peeling away the people standing on the Jingyuan Mountain Chariot and pushing them onto the empty space dozens of zhang away.

Chao Jin, Zhao Lie, and those following cultivators only felt the ground vanish beneath their feet, then were caught by a gentle yet irresistible force and landed steadily on the ground.

The entire process injured not a single person; they hadn't even reacted.

After steadying himself, Zhao Lie's gaze immediately looked toward Xu Zhangqing.

No, to be precise, he looked toward Xu Zhangqing's right hand that had suppressed the Jingyuan Mountain Chariot and fire phoenix with a single palm.

But that hand was empty, not even a single old callus on it — just an ordinary right hand.

Yet it was precisely this hand that, in that instant just now, had actually held everyone in its grasp, and even Chao Jin had not reacted in time.

Zhao Lie had lived so many years, seen quite a few Spirit Severing cultivators, and seen Refining Void cultivators too.

When Long Yuan acted, heaven and earth changed color; when Mu Yunni acted, sun and moon shone together.

He could understand all that — that was the awe a Refining Void Daoist Lord ought to possess.

But he could not understand Xu Zhangqing, could not understand how an Outer Perimeter Disciple who was still transplanting rice seedlings in the Spirit Field over a hundred years ago could now, with a single hand, pinch the strongest technique Chao Jin had refined for over a hundred years in his palm like a mud ball.

Zhao Lie knew Xu Zhangqing didn't fight battles without certainty, but he never expected Xu Zhangqing's "certainty" to be great to this extent.

The expressions on the faces of those Elders and Stewards standing behind him were even more spectacular.

The few who had clamored and laughed loudest on the Jingyuan Mountain Chariot just now now gaped, eyes staring round as saucers, each looking as if they had seen a ghost.

Someone subconsciously rubbed their eyes, suspecting they had fallen under an illusion technique.

Someone's lips trembled, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound.

Still others quietly retreated half a step, as if feeling that moving a bit farther from Chao Jin would make them look less embarrassing!