Chapter 193: No Realm? You

Who is so overbearing?

Chen Zheng had just paid a ten‑thousand entry fee, entered Jinxiu Mansion, and was about to head deeper into the city when a string of shouts of "All step aside, or die!" came from behind, raising his eyebrows.

He halted, turned his head toward the city gate, and saw nine dragons on the road outside the city pulling a war carriage toward the gate.

All nine dragons were in the Longlife Third Tier Cave Heaven Realm, equivalent to the Supreme Elders among the Ten Paths of the Immortal Dao; each bore nine heads and were the legendary nine‑headed divine dragons, a rare subspecies of dragon, nearly extinct, yet nine appeared at once, even pulling a carriage.

The carriage itself was extraordinary, lavish beyond belief, its outer hull inlaid with star cores, life gems, heavenly fragrance stones and other treasures coveted by Ancient Giants, glittering on all sides, bright enough to blind low‑rank cultivators.

Without exaggeration, although the carriage is not a magical artifact, the treasures set into its hull are no less valuable than a top‑grade Dao instrument.

No one knows which nouveau‑rich is inside the carriage.

"Move aside!"

As Chen Zheng's thoughts flashed, one of the eight black‑armored hulks accompanying the carriage, his face cold, unleashed a massive aura that swept toward the city gate like a tide.

Though the hulking man was only in the Longlife Fourth Tier Realm, his cultivation method was unknown; his magical power was unmatched, reaching the strength of over a hundred billion Xuan‑Huang fiery horses, comparable to a cultivator just entering the Longlife Fifth Tier, nearly matching Meng Shaobai's wild father, the Kunpeng.

Boom!

Aaaah…

In the middle of the street at the city gate, many cultivators who hadn't yet retreated—whether Ancient Giants or Ten‑Thousand‑Age Giants—were swept by the hulker's aura, their tendons snapping and bones breaking, spitting blood, flung sideways like torn sacks, their screams filling the air, leaving a wide lane for the carriage to pass.

The hulker's aura continued to surge with the carriage into the city, aiming to clear the entire central street that ran straight into the depths.

It was downright tyrannical.

Many clever folk inside the city, apparently aware of who was in the carriage, had already sensed trouble and hurried to the sides of the street.

A young lady in brocade, seeing Chen Zheng still standing in the street's center and looking frightened, quickly warned, "Young Master, move quickly; the person inside that carriage is not one you can afford to offend!"

From the moment Chen Zheng entered the city, the brocade‑clad girl had taken notice of him.

His appearance and bearing were so extraordinary that she felt compassion and couldn't help to warn him.

But her warning came a bit too late; the nine dragons had already pulled the carriage into the city.

The black‑armored hulker's aura slammed toward Chen Zheng.

The brocade girl and those around her sighed.

They could already foresee Chen Zheng being struck by that aura, then swept away like trash, ending up severely injured.

No one could rescue Chen Zheng.

But what happened next surprised the brocade girl and the others.

When the hulker's aura struck Chen Zheng, it did not fling him away; he remained completely unmoved, not even a hem lifted.

"That hulker is a Black Yanyan Guard of Zhenjun Tower, famed as a war machine; a Longlife Fourth Tier can rival a Fifth Tier—how could he possibly fail to move that young man at all?" the onlookers were stunned, sensing something odd.

"How dare you block the path of Zhenjun Tower? Move aside!"

The black‑armored hulker also sensed the abnormality, his face darkening sharply, his gaze snapping onto Chen Zheng as he intensified his aura to press forward.

This time he gave his all, his aura so massive it shook heaven and earth, vowing to give the ignorant youngster a lifelong lesson.

You're courting death.

Just as the hulker began to move, Chen Zheng's complexion turned ice‑cold; he reached out and slapped through the air.

With a crisp "slap!" the hulker received a heavy ear‑slap, teeth scattering from his mouth and his cheek collapsing.

Moreover, the hulker's whole body shot away like a meteor, soaring into the high heavens.

In an instant, he vanished, as if he had leapt out of the cultivation world into the cosmos.

This…

The brocade girl and the others were stunned; they hadn't expected Chen Zheng to be so fierce, daring to strike even Zhenjun Tower's Black Yanyan Guard and send him flying.

What kind of power is that? At least he must be a veteran of the Longlife Fifth Tier Creation Realm.

Yet they could not discern Chen Zheng's realm; they felt he was a void, as if the very notion of a realm didn't apply to him.

So bizarre.

At that moment, the nine‑dragon carriage halted due to the sudden turn of events, stopping before Chen Zheng.

When the carriage curtain was drawn aside, everyone saw a young master dressed in Confucian robes, tall and slender, his complexion as white as jade, seated regally inside the carriage.

The young master exuded an indescribable aristocratic aura; a faint mark adorned his brow, as if etched into his skin like an ancient rune, his icy gaze fixed on Chen Zheng.

"Indeed, he is Young Master Qi of Zhenjun Tower. Though a playboy who commits every vice, his cultivation is truly epoch‑shaking, ranking among the top on our cultivation potential chart and surpassing countless geniuses!"

"It is said Zhenjun Tower intends to forge a marriage alliance with Jinxiu Mansion, hoping Young Master Qi will wed the mansion's lady, so lately Young Master Qi has been visiting Jinxiu Mansion more often; today he should be here to see the lady."

"Matters between these great merchant guilds are not for us lowly folk to worry about. We should run quickly; that youngster sent the Black Yanyan Guard under Young Master Qi flying, which has angered Qi, and although the 'Treasure Master''s rules prevent Qi from killing, he still wants to make that youngster pay dearly. Moreover, that youngster doesn't seem like a pushover; if the two sides clash later, we'll inevitably be caught in the crossfire…"

The moment everyone saw the young master seated inside the carriage, they all showed fear, their thoughts instantly withdrawing like evading snakes and scorpions.

The Young Master of Zhenjun Tower, huh.

Chen Zheng caught the mental exchange and a thoughtful expression crossed his brows.

He knew Zhenjun Tower was a major merchant guild, ranking tenth among all guilds in the cultivation world; its head, Qi Zhenjun, is a Void Immortal of the Longlife Ninth Tier.

Qi Zhenjun also belongs to the immensely ancient, colossal sect Great Yi School; with that backing, even Longlife Tenth Tier True Immortals grant him a measure of respect.

In the blink of Chen Zheng's mind, Young Master Qi inside the carriage did not act as the onlookers claimed, not moving immediately despite Chen Zheng having sent his subordinate flying.

He suppressed his anger, patiently asking Chen Zheng, "Friend, aren't you from our cultivation world? Tell me, which world do you come from, and what gives you the confidence to send my subordinate flying?"

He could not discern Chen Zheng's true nature and was wary of his method of slapping the Black Yanyan Guard into flight.

Sending a person from the ground into the cosmos, leaving no trace or trajectory, is not something an ordinary person can achieve.

Even he could not do it.

Moreover, after hearing the name Zhenjun Tower, Chen Zheng showed no fear, remaining perfectly calm—far from ordinary.

Perhaps he, like the tower's head, is also the child of a powerful figure.

Though Young Master Qi is a playboy, he is far from ignorant; he knows many things, aware that great figures abound across the heavens and myriad realms, their offspring countless, some even he cannot provoke.

Thus he intends to first ascertain Chen Zheng's exact background before deciding whether to act now.

Of course, Chen Zheng has already offended him; even if he is the son of a certain big shot, he cannot act openly under everyone's eyes, but once he leaves the great cultivation world, he will also send strong experts to assassinate him.

As long as it is done covertly and the heavenly secrets are concealed, no one will be able to trace it back to him.

He has done this kind of thing many times before.

"I am who I am; you have no right to know. Leave behind one trillion Pure Yang Pills as compensation for bumping into me, then get out of the city." Chen Zheng glanced at the Young Master Qi and said calmly.

As his words fell, the entire venue was stunned.

Especially the brocade‑clad girl who had earlier reminded Chen Zheng to make way; her delicate body shuddered violently, her waves quivered wildly, and she almost leapt up.

Chen Zheng was simply too overbearing, too arrogant.

The person on the chariot was none other than the infamous Young Master Qi; how dare he!

What did you say?

The Young Master Qi almost thought his ears were malfunctioning; he stared fixedly at Chen Zheng, his eyes full of disbelief.

Then his pallid face sank, turning grim enough to seem about to drip water; he suddenly rose from his seat, his whole body erupting with a heaven‑shaking killing intent, like a space storm sweeping all directions, causing countless cultivators in the venue to tremble violently, almost kneeling down.

In their perception, the Young Master Qi was no longer a pampered young noble, but a peerless killing god who looks down on all beings, a god who slays gods.

I told you to compensate and get out—are you deaf? Do I need to repeat myself? Since that's the case, I can only act myself.

Chen Zheng's expression turned cold; he ignored the Young Master Qi's killing intent, flicked his hand—unbelievably fast—with a slap, striking the Young Master Qi's face, causing him to spurt blood wildly, roll out of the chariot, fall to the ground, and tumble like a rolling gourd.

Young Master...

The seven Black Tribulation Guards surrounding the chariot screamed in horror, wanting to fly out to support the still‑rolling Young Master Qi.

But at that moment, Chen Zheng waved his hand and unleashed a series of slaps that struck the seven guards' faces, causing them to follow the same fate as the previous Black Tribulation Guard and fly off into the universe.

You… you dare hit me? My father is the Qi True Monarch, a supreme Void Immortal; my mother is the daughter of the Sect Leader of the Ancient Dao Sect's Great Yi Teaching; I am the close grandson of the Great Yi Teaching's Sect Leader, and you dare hit me—are you crazy?

The Young Master Qi stopped rolling, lay sideways on the ground, one hand covering his bleeding pig‑like head, and glared at Chen Zheng with blood‑red eyes, gritting his teeth and howling furiously.

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, raised in luxury from childhood, and wherever he went, countless people fawned over him—even his father had never struck him.

But now, he has been struck by Chen Zheng.

And it was the utter humiliation of being slapped—how could he endure it?

He was practically going mad.

I'm hitting you.

Chen Zheng stepped forward, lifted his right foot, and stomped on the Young Master Qi's face without pause, crushing it until his skull cracked and his brains oozed out.

Furthermore, a surge of magical power emanated from his foot, forming serrated edges that pierced into the Young Master Qi's body, continually slicing his flesh and primordial spirit, causing him to emit pig‑slaughter‑like howls, his blood spraying wildly, making the surrounding crowd's scalps go numb as they gulped saliva.

Senior, in the great cultivation world there are rules: no one may harm a life, or else they will be pursued by the enforcement squad—even a Void Immortal cannot escape.

The brocade‑clad girl's face turned deathly pale; seeing the Young Master Qi tormented by Chen Zheng to the brink of death, with his soul about to collapse, she hurriedly plucked up her courage and stepped forward to dissuade him.

Hmm, I'm just playing with him; I won't kill him.

Chen Zheng turned his head, gave the brocade‑clad girl a gentle smile, yet however you looked at it, it was chilling.

Having said that, he reached out and grabbed the white gourd hanging from the Young Master Qi's waist; probing it with his divine sense, his face instantly lit up with joy.

Inside the gourd were seven flying swords of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—all top‑grade Dao artifacts, clearly a set.

Such a set of magical treasures is far more powerful and far more expensive than ordinary ones; its value is at least ten times that of a single same‑level artifact.

Moreover, the gourd contained hundreds of lower‑middle grade Dao artifacts, as well as five hundred billion Pure Yang Pills.

This was another substantial fortune.

Chen Zheng felt at ease, put away the gourd and the chariot left by the Young Master Qi, and with a kick sent the limp Young Master Qi flying out of the city.

Having done all that, he waved his hand; a wholly golden‑gleaming great knife flew from his sleeve to the brocade‑clad girl's front, and he said, "Earlier I should thank you for the reminder—take this knife."

Middle… middle‑grade Dao artifact! Senior, I am merely a guest attendant of the Brocade Pavilion Manor; I fear I cannot bear it.

The brocade‑clad girl stared, then became excited, her face flushing red; she wanted to reach out and grab the golden‑gleaming great knife, but she felt some apprehension toward Chen Zheng and dared not do so.

She is merely a cultivator of Divine Ability Tenfold; how could she possess a middle‑grade Dao artifact, such a supreme treasure?

Take it, it's yours.

Chen Zheng smiled, waved his hand, and added, "Since you are from the Brocade Pavilion Manor, that's perfect; I want to do a big deal with your manor—take me to see your lady."

Yes, senior, please follow me.

The brocade‑clad girl hurriedly put away the middle‑grade Dao artifact great knife and led Chen Zheng flying deeper into the city.

Meanwhile, the onlookers who had watched the whole ordeal only now dared to take deep breaths, their hearts still pounding.

Many envied the brocade‑clad girl for receiving Chen Zheng's favor, beating their chests and stamping their feet, regretting that they had not been the one to remind him earlier.

Just a single thought's difference!

From the outside, the Brocade Pavilion Manor's city is not particularly large—about the same size as Xuanhuang City, with a diameter of only one million li.

But inside lies a separate cave heaven; along the streets, clusters of flowers abound, pavilions built amidst blossoms, birdsong and fragrance, stretching to the horizon's end—tens of millions of li and more.

The ability to construct such expansive spaces is also possessed by cultivators of the Longevity Third Level Cave Heaven Realm.

However, the space within the Brocade Pavilion Manor is exquisitely intricate; likely only cultivators at the Realm King level or above could create it.

The brocade‑clad girl brought Chen Zheng flying continuously through this space; each time they reached an intersection, they boarded a teleportation array set up there, repeating this dozens of times, and finally, after a quarter of an hour, arrived at the city's very center before a magnificent pavilion nestled amid clear waters and lush hills.

"Pu Xiu'er, why have you run to the lady's residence? Don't you know the lady has been in seclusion these past days and must not be lightly disturbed?"

Just as the brocade‑clad girl was about to bring Chen Zheng into the pavilion, a middle‑aged beautiful woman happened to walk out from inside, casually called out to her, her tone rather unfriendly.

During this period, her lady had been annoyed to death by that Young Master Qi, so she simply declared seclusion and refused to see visitors.

"Senior Xin Uncle, this senior has a major business to discuss with the lady." Brocade‑clad girl Pu Xiu'er hurriedly said.

"Senior? Doing big business with the lady?"

The middle‑aged beautiful woman eyed Chen Zheng skeptically and asked casually, "What big business do you want to do? Speak—business worth a hundred million Pure Yang Pills, or even a billion, I can decide on my own; no need to trouble my lady."

"Is that so? Then what about a trillion‑pill business?" Chen Zheng glanced at the middle‑aged beautiful woman, a faint glint flashing in his eyes.

The middle-aged beauty felt as if some terrifying existence had fixed its gaze on her, casting her into an endless abyss, and she broke out in a sweat all over her head.

Sweat drenched her whole body!

She was soaked to the skin.

"I have eyes but no pearls; I beg your forgiveness, senior." The middle-aged beauty's eyes flickered, she no longer dared to look at Chen Zheng, lowered her head and bowed.

Immediately she said to Pu Xiuer: "Take this senior to the VIP room and treat him well; I will go inform the miss right away."

(End of chapter)