Chapter 142: Impossible, This Is Absolutely Impossible (6k)

“Song Yuan, let me see how strong your Cangyan Dao Palace’s fire cultivation technique really is!”

Zhou Qing’s eyes blazed with battle lust; his hands swiftly formed seals, and a colossal Jin Wu spread its wings, let out a piercing cry, and charged straight at Song Yuan.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding water instantly ignited, turning into a sea of fire.

Seeing this, Song Yuan’s face lit up with joy.

He wasn’t a fool—he understood this guy had some inexplicable advantage in water.

He admitted he was slightly outmatched in this regard.

But now that you’re no longer dodging me, it indirectly shows your stamina is starting to fail.

You definitely used some secret technique before—after all, over a year ago you had your Golden Core crushed; even if you somehow restored it, you’re still only at the Golden Core realm now.

Yet the gap between Golden Core and Nascent Soul is insurmountable.

“Wrong—”

Just as he was gleefully excited, he suddenly felt the incoming flames were terrifyingly potent—his expression turned grim.

He dared not underestimate it; instantly, he channeled all his spiritual power to form a flame shield before him, its surface flickering with fiery runes.

Moments later, the two clashed violently—the immense force boiled the entire pond’s water, then exploded outward.

Everyone asleep in the mountain villa was jolted awake, their faces dazed.

Did the earth dragon turn over?

The three Qingyu Immortal Sect disciples assigned to monitor the villa didn’t dare delay—they immediately contacted Yuan Ya and reported the anomaly in full detail.

Inside the underwater cave, the atmosphere felt strangely still, nothing like the fierce clash expected.

Shi Zhen’s face was filled with anxiety and worry as she stared fixedly at Yan Xiao, who sat calmly cross-legged, his gaze slowly sweeping over the bloodied bones and the surrounding Cangyan Dao Palace disciples.

Then he spoke, his tone tinged with resignation.

“What’s the point of fighting? My brother and I only came in out of curiosity—who knew we’d encounter a senior like you?”

“You must sense my cultivation base—just Nascent Soul early stage. We’re not even on the same level.”

“My younger brother’s cultivation is even weaker—he’ll probably be captured by your young master soon. Then I won’t be able to escape either.”

“Senior, you’re already old—why tire yourself fighting? If you push me too hard, I might just self-destruct. That’d ruin this good base of yours. Especially those puppets in the iron cage—how will you explain their loss?”

Shi Zhen, how did you end up so unlucky, getting captured here?

…………

Listening to Yan Xiao’s endless babbling, Blood Bone’s lips curled slightly into a wry smile as he studied the man with amused eyes.

He wasn’t in a hurry—he ordered someone to bring a chair, sat down comfortably, and listened quietly to Yan Xiao’s rambling.

The disciples around him, seeing the Elder showed no intention to act, dared not approach—just as the man said, he was Nascent Soul; if pushed too far and exploded, they’d be the ones suffering.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the cave shook violently, and a torrent of scorching heat surged through the water—everyone immediately guessed Song Yuan had lost his temper.

That guy, who only relied on cheap tricks, was surely finished.

…………

“You hurt me, you hurt me again—how dare you, how dare you!”

Song Yuan roared in fury, eyes bulging with disbelief and rage.

His prized flame power had failed to block the opponent’s fire technique.

Not only had he been pushed back, but Zhou Qing had seized the chance to close in and slashed at him again.

Though he dodged in time, his arm was slashed open by a deep gash.

Normally, such a wound wouldn’t be alarming—but the blade carried some unknown deadly poison; the moment it cut, blood gushed uncontrollably.

At this moment, Zhou Qing, having pulled distance from Song Yuan, quickly reabsorbed the reserved blood qi and spiritual power stored in his fourth petal.

The Jin Wu Burn the Sky Scripture was powerful, but its spiritual power consumption was enormous.

As he’d predicted, last time he’d used so many techniques, he’d outright slain a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator.

Yet Song Yuan, despite being wounded, showed no significant drop in combat power.

“You’re done—you’re utterly done!” Song Yuan roared wildly, throwing his head back.

Flames erupted wildly around his hands—but strangely, their color instantly shifted to a chilling white, like spectral ice-fire from a polar wasteland, radiating a deathly, chilling stillness.

Without warning, he slammed a fist hard into the surrounding water.

The entire pond’s water instantly boiled violently, countless bubbles surging up like a pot of boiling water.

From outside, the water surface vanished as if in retreat, while vast amounts of steam rose into the air, rapidly coalescing into thick white mist that blanketed the entire pond.

In an instant, the pond was completely dried up.

“You ran fast in water, didn’t you? Run now—keep running!” Song Yuan’s face was pale, but his eyes glowed with excitement.

In his hand, a long sword suddenly appeared—he slashed it down mercilessly onto his own arm, blood spraying everywhere.

“My Nascent Soul’s enhancement allows me—any damaged part of my body, once removed, regenerates instantly…”

Before Song Yuan finished speaking, the severed arm visibly regrew before their eyes.

The new arm’s skin was pale and smooth, even more delicate than before.

But his expression twisted in shock—the gash reappeared on the new arm, blood still gushing uncontrollably, showing no sign of stopping.

“How is this possible!” Song Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief—he couldn’t believe what he saw.

After a brief shock at Song Yuan’s Nascent Soul enhancement, Zhou Qing smiled, then pretended to fumble with his storage bag, shaking it mockingly.

“My poison is deadly—no antidote can cure it. Don’t believe me? Cut off your arm again!” Zhou Qing said.

Song Yuan trembled with rage, glaring at the storage bag, roaring: “Die! Die! Die!”

With that, he charged after Zhou Qing again, howling in fury.

Silver light flashed beneath Zhou Qing’s feet—he shot straight upward.

“Fool, catch me first if you can!” Zhou Qing laughed loudly, making Song Yuan even more furious and unhinged—he chased after him without hesitation.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The once-silent Youhuang City was shattered—two figures chased each other, then clashed repeatedly.

The thunderous explosions and spiritual fluctuations jolted every cultivator still in the city—they snapped out of meditation, eyes alert, filled with wariness as they stared at the night sky.

Song Yuan’s roars never ceased; flames blazed around him, soaring into the sky, turning the entire night red.

His hands moved rapidly as he formed seals—a massive bell, glowing with blinding red light, materialized in midair, humming with deep, penetrating chimes.

The bell’s sound manifested as solid waves, spreading outward in rings—wherever they passed, space rippled, aiming to slow Zhou Qing’s escape.

Zhou Qing stabilized his stance, unleashing his Broken Wound Sword Qi; silver lightning arcs, like spiritual serpents, continuously slammed into Song Yuan.

He’d just replenished his energy and was at peak condition—what was there to fear? He charged forward with his sword in hand.

In an instant, fire and lightning intertwined, unleashing a powerful shockwave that instantly scattered the surrounding clouds, forming a vast vacuum zone.

Below, countless buildings shook violently under the residual force; ordinary civilians woke in panic, fleeing their homes in terror.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing reluctantly ascended higher, then sped toward the city’s edge, trying to move the battlefield away to prevent further destruction.

The elderly city lord, whose cultivation was only Golden Core, watched helplessly, his face filled with worry as he muttered.

What the hell is going on at this hour?!

“Who is that guy? Looks like Cangyan Dao Palace.”

“Don’t know, but probably—these past few months, the five sects have been clashing more and more.”

“True—but who’s the other guy? Which sect is he from?”

…………

As the crowd debated, Yuan Ya arrived in a rush—when she saw the two figures, her expression changed instantly, as if she understood.

Without hesitation, she drew her weapon and charged forward.

“Go help my third senior brother deal with this fool—I can handle him alone!” Zhou Qing shouted as he spotted Yuan Ya’s arrival.

Hearing Zhou Qing call him a fool again, Song Yuan flew into a rage.

He was one of Cangyan Dao Palace’s Five Prodigies—always admired and revered, even the Sect Master personally trained them.

He was destined to reach Soul Transformation and become an Elder.

Yet now, this man had humiliated him again and again—how could he endure it?

Hearing Zhou Qing’s words, Yuan Ya halted—but seeing Song Yuan’s pale face and Zhou Qing’s calm demeanor, she hesitated briefly, then nodded.

“Be careful—two of our top experts are rushing here!” Yuan Ya warned, then immediately turned and dashed toward the mountain villa.

Zhou Qing stared at the bleeding Song Yuan, twisted his body midair, and behind him, a massive silver dragon phantom emerged.

The silver dragon was lifelike, claws outstretched, roaring before charging straight at Song Yuan.

Song Yuan, undaunted, gathered all his flames into a colossal fire hand—its size blotted out the sky, crashing down with overwhelming force toward Zhou Qing and the silver dragon.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The terrifying clash between them filled the city with dread, deepening the people’s awe of the Five Sects.

Both looked so young, yet their combat power had reached heights they could never aspire to.

Fortunately, they all chose self-preservation, refusing to take sides.

Time passed—after repeated, devastating impacts, Song Yuan’s body finally gave out.

His face grew paler, bloodless, his eyes clouded with confusion and fear, his body trembling as if he might drop from the sky at any moment.

Zhou Qing, by contrast, remained vigorous and alert—making Song Yuan deeply wonder: Did we swap cultivation levels?

“No—I’ll die if this continues.”

Due to massive blood loss, Song Yuan felt his heartbeat racing wildly—he remembered the saying: Better to live miserably than die nobly. Even without the antidote, the Sect Master must have a way.

Having no other choice, Song Yuan finally forced himself to calm down.

Looking down at the countless eyes below, he felt nothing but suffocating humiliation.

But he knew the difference between losing face and losing his life, especially since Yuan Ya had said the Qingyu Immortal Sect was already on the way.

“Zhou Qing, you first tricked me with poison, then conspired with others to ambush me—this isn’t over between us!”

Song Yuan shouted loudly to the surroundings, then without hesitation, turned and fled.

This sight left Zhou Qing momentarily stunned.

What? My third master brother is shameless, but you’re too proud of your reputation—is your reputation that heavy a burden?

But because of that punch you landed on Shi Zhen’s sister, and those horrific acts in the cave—do you really think you’ll escape unscathed today?

Zhou Qing’s feet shimmered with silver light; his figure vanished in an instant as he chased after Song Yuan, the golden crow’s phantom reappearing, engulfed in endless flames as it lunged toward him.

Sensing the danger behind him, Song Yuan shook his head violently, trying to stay conscious—he had no choice but to grit his teeth and summon the red bell once more, holding it behind him.

He poured every ounce of his spiritual power into the red bell without reservation.

The bell blazed with radiant light; the runes on its surface writhed like living things, unleashing immense defensive power as it hummed loudly.

The golden crow’s phantom spread its wings, blazing with brilliant golden flames, colliding instantly with the red bell—a deafening explosion shook heaven and earth.

“Crack!”

A crisp, chilling sound rang out—the red bell’s body cracked. Seeing this, Song Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The next instant, the red bell could no longer withstand the impact and shattered violently, shards flying like rain in all directions.

In the very moment the bell shattered, Zhou Qing shot out like a black lightning bolt from the storm of fire and debris.

In his hand, the Broken Wound Powder emitted a chilling glint as he closed the distance to Song Yuan in an instant.

Song Yuan, reeling from the bell’s destruction, suffered severe spiritual backlash, spitting blood continuously, his body swaying precariously.

Now he could only stare in terror at the approaching figure, wanting to flee but utterly powerless.

“Puff!”

A cold blade flashed—Song Yuan’s head flew upward as blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.

Immediately after, a miniature Nascent Soul, identical in appearance to Song Yuan, face twisted in terror, shot away like a wisp of smoke.

Zhou Qing had anticipated this—he sneered, swung his broken sword, and a thunderous sword qi shot out like an invisible rope, instantly trapping the Nascent Soul.

Watching the thing scream and struggle inside, Zhou Qing walked over and sealed it away.

After tidying up, he turned toward the roaring mountain villa, preparing to assist—when suddenly, two whistling sounds approached from behind.

“Young Master Zhou—”

Zhou Qing instantly halted, looking up to see a man and woman, both radiating the aura of Nascent Soul Fully Cultivated.

Their attire confirmed they were from the Qingyu Immortal Sect—but Zhou Qing didn’t recognize them, yet their expressions suggested they knew him well.

“I’m Chu Binli of the Qingyu Immortal Sect, and this is my junior sister Deng Rui!” the man quickly introduced.

Zhou Qing bowed respectfully: “Greetings, Senior Brother Chu, Senior Sister Deng!”

“We heard your cultivation base has been restored—congratulations! We’ll take it from here!” The two spoke, then shot forward with blinding speed, vanishing in an instant.

Zhou Qing smiled, instinctively tucking the old hen deeper into his arms, then followed after them.

Soon, they saw Xuegu fleeing in panic, several figures swiftly surrounding him, launching attacks—blades flashed, spiritual power surged.

“Third Master Brother, don’t let them escape!” Zhou Qing shouted.

Yan Xiao Hu, having endured something unknown in the cave, was drenched in blood, his face as pale as paper, utterly devoid of color.

“Why is it always you who gets the glory while I clean up these minor pests!” Yan Xiao Hu grumbled.

But he knew Zhou Qing was looking out for him—damn Xuegu, old man that he was, still resorting to ambushes—so shameless!

As he spoke, he was overcome by violent coughing, his face flushing crimson as he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with chunks of internal organs.

“Don’t forget Shi Zhen’s sister!” Zhou Qing shouted while fiercely battling Xuegu.

Hearing this, Yan Xiao Hu’s expression changed—he instantly vanished, dashing downward.

A veteran Nascent Soul Fully Cultivated expert, if determined to flee, could not be stopped by anyone.

Soon after, the wounded Elder Xuegu, filled with regret for underestimating his foe—having lost Song Yuan and now trapped in such a humiliating state—could only flee in despair.

Seeing this, Chu Binli and Deng Rui of the Qingyu Immortal Sect immediately gave chase, determined to stop Xuegu.

Zhou Qing, meanwhile, quickly pulled out spirit stones to replenish his strength, then raced toward the cave.

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Shi Zhen’s sister wrapped in a robe, sitting on a protruding rock, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Xiao Hu, clutching his still-bleeding chest, swiftly rummaged through the piles of corpses for storage bags.

“Sister Shi—” Zhou Qing hurried forward.

Hearing his familiar voice, Shi Zhen immediately turned her head and let out a long sigh of relief.

“Are you alright?” Zhou Qing stepped beside her, quickly pulling out a healing pill and offering it, his eyes filled with concern.

Shi Zhen shook her head gently. “Yan’s junior brother already gave me a pill. Has your injury truly recovered?”

Zhou Qing smiled. “Just lucky. No need to worry, Sister.”

“Good, good!” Shi Zhen beamed with joy.

【Heart Mirror Point +9】

The note above Shi Zhen’s head, previously “Zhou Brother like a younger brother,” now changed to “Zhou Brother I must repay for life.”

After clearing the battlefield, Yan Xiao Hu looked at the people in the iron cages and the two unconscious figures hanging on the racks, asking Zhou Qing: “What do we do with them?”

Zhou Qing stood up, frowning deeply, then said: “These people will soon fully transform into humanoid puppets. We can’t save them—and trying might invite the Cangyan Dao Palace to turn on us.”

Yan Xiao Hu agreed, deciding instead to rest here until the Qingyu Immortal Sect arrived.

Soon, Yuan Ya and the other two returned—and when they saw the scene inside the cave, they were stunned.

“That old bastard got away—we couldn’t catch him!” said the man named Chu Binli, furious.

Zhou Qing nodded—he’d expected as much. Dealing with a fox like that, ordinary people stood no chance.

“I made an extra copy of this memory stone—I’ll give it to the Xuanyou Sect Master. She’ll know what to do!” Zhou Qing handed Chu Binli a memory stone.

When Chu Binli saw the footage inside, he felt his stomach churn and erupted in fury.

“Absolutely inhumane!” Chu Binli cursed.

He stared at the people locked in cages, soulless and hollow, and the piles of organs around them, his brow furrowed.

Zhou Qing stepped forward and bowed. “Senior Brother Chu, Senior Sister Deng—the secret here won’t be allowed to leave by the Cangyan Dao Palace. With Xuegu escaped, I think we should return quickly—before something else happens.”

Hearing this, everyone grew alert.

After all, they had all witnessed firsthand the power of those puppets when they stormed the Cangyan Dao Palace—and even fought them directly.

Chu Binli thought for a moment, then gestured, pulling two figures from the cages. “Each of us takes one back—let our elders study them. Maybe we’ll find a way to counter them.”

Zhou Qing considered it, then nodded. These people had just begun transformation—there might be real research value, perhaps even key clues.

“As for the rest—” Chu Binli frowned, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

They couldn’t carry all of them. They couldn’t save them. If they left them here, the Cangyan Dao Palace would soon gain another batch of terrifying puppets—future consequences would be endless.

“Young Master Zhou, you two go first!” Chu Binli suddenly smiled—but the smile held a final resolve.

Zhou Qing saw his intent, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: “Senior Brother Chu, Senior Sister Deng—take care.”

“Young Master Zhou, travel safely!” Yuan Ya added, concerned.

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