Chapter 95: Mid‑Tier Dao Artifact! A Truly Great Harvest!

Quiet!

Even in the vast, exquisite blessed land, not a bird or sparrow made a sound.

Below Sumeru Golden Mountain, tens of thousands of people, including true‑disciple practitioners watching from various great mountains, were all stunned.

Even the golden dragons in the sea of clouds and the five‑colored eagles and other spirit beasts and celestial birds were frozen.

At this moment, all living beings stared in amazement at the mid‑mountain slope of Sumeru Golden Mountain, where Chen Zheng suddenly appeared with a majestic bearing and fluttering robes, while Wan Lianshan was forced into a pitiful kneel before him.

They racked their brains but could not have imagined such an earth‑shattering reversal.

A moment earlier, almost everyone thought Chen Zheng was doomed, about to be crushed by Wan Lianshan.

But the next instant, the result was the complete opposite.

It was truly inconceivable!

It also left everyone momentarily unable to react.

After a brief daze, many finally regained their senses and erupted into a deafening clamor.

"Impressive, senior brother Chen, you're truly impressive—indeed a once‑in‑a‑generation prodigy that even the Taiyi Sect cannot contend with!"

"Did you see that? That's the 5.3 millionth step of the Heaven‑Stepping Ladder—through all history no one has ever set foot on it; the pressure is terrifying, yet it hasn't affected senior brother Chen at all, he remains as steady as Mount Tai! Meanwhile, Wan Lianshan can only be forced to kneel!"

"Indeed, this shows that Chen senior brother's willpower, physique, and magical power all far surpass Wan Lianshan by an unknown margin—Wan Lianshan isn't even worthy of offering Chen a shoe!"

Piao Yun and the other women shouted loudly.

When Wan Lianshan previously held the upper hand, who knows how nervous they were.

Now that Chen Zheng turned the tide against the wind, they were practically jumping with excitement.

In Qiu Xiyu's eyes, a cascade of strange colors shone: "I indeed didn't misjudge him—Chen Zheng truly won, his potential far exceeds Wan Lianshan's!"

The Exquisite Immortal Sovereign once said that anyone who can ascend three million steps of the Heaven‑Stepping Ladder will inevitably cultivate the Secret Realm of Longevity.

If one reaches four million steps, they possess the potential to achieve the third and fourth tiers of Longevity.

And now, Chen Zheng has directly ascended the 5.3 millionth step!

Such potential is terrifyingly great!

It is feared that after ten million years, Chen Zheng may have a good chance of reaching the seventh tier of Longevity and becoming a Realm King.

A Realm King!

Among the countless billions of beings in the Xuanhuang Great World, Realm Kings are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, each one a founder‑level figure of a sect.

Even when looking across the three‑thousand great worlds and the boundless universe, Realm Kings belong to the highest echelon of existence!

Qiu Xiyu has already befriended Chen Zheng, this future Realm King, and she is naturally delighted.

Of course, everything has two sides; where some rejoice, others do not.

For example, the people of Wan Gui Immortal Island were first incredulous when they saw Wan Lianshan kneel.

Then their faces swelled red like monkey rumps, as if they wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

One disciple even could not bear the blow and spat blood in fury.

Pain.

Too painful!

Come to think of it, Wan Lianshan is the senior brother of Wan Gui Immortal Island, a role model for hundreds of thousands of disciples; he intended to make Chen Zheng kneel before all eyes and humiliate him severely, yet he ended up kneeling before Chen Zheng instead.

How utterly disgraceful!

What a bizarre and humiliating shame!

They could hardly imagine how severe the consequences would be once today's events spread.

Probably, when hundreds of thousands of disciples meet members of other sects outside, they will never be able to lift their heads.

Even when encountering Free Cultivators, they will be secretly mocked.

"Senior brother, stand up!"

Wan Qin suddenly radiated a thunderous aura, letting out a long howl that drowned out all the chatter of the female disciples of the Exquisite Blessed Land.

"Right!"

"Stand up!"

Wan Renfeng, Wan Kun and the other disciples bit their gums until they bled, shouting mournfully toward the Heaven‑Stepping Ladder.

The crowd seemed intent on turning their grief into power, pouring it into Wan Lianshan's body to revive him and wash away the humiliation!

Unfortunately, no matter how fiercely they shouted, the bulging veins on Wan Lianshan's forehead on the steps and his raging hair standing on end could not make him rise. It's over…

Many Wan Gui Immortal Island disciples fell into despair, collapsing one after another.

"Ah…"

On the steps, Wan Lianshan, hair in disarray, raged with maddening hatred: "I was born to crush countless heavenly elites, dominate a realm, and could at any moment march against the ancient giants of the world; I would never kneel before a mere ant like you—impossible! Absolutely not…"

"Noisy."

Chen Zheng's cold eyes flashed like lightning as he kicked Wan Lianshan's face, sending him sprawling on the steps.

Without waiting for Wan Lianshan to get up, he stepped forward and stomped his foot on the face again.

Crushing.

He kept grinding with the sole of his foot!

The grinding collapsed Wan Lianshan's cheekbones, knocked out his teeth, and blood mixed with flesh spurted from his mouth.

"Ah, I have killed you!"

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Wan Lianshan lay on the ground, roaring like a slaughtered pig, causing many people's scalp hairs to stand on end.

Bang!

Chen Zheng's face remained expressionless as he lifted his foot and kicked the man's face; with a crack, the nasal bone was shattered, the whole face caved in, flesh and blood a gruesome mess.

"Cough… If you have the guts, kill me; otherwise, someday I'll wipe out your entire Feather Ascension Sect!"

Wan Lianshan coughs up blood in a huge gasp, his two blood‑red eyes bulging and slanting upward, staring straight at Chen Zheng with pure venom.

Chen Zheng looks down at him, half‑smiling, and says, "I hope you can still talk tough later."

Killing Wan Lianshan is certainly out of the question; Linglong Blessed Land won't allow it.

But taking something from his body, I doubt anyone would stop us, right?

He leans forward, his large hand slowly reaching for the item hanging at Wan Lianshan's waist.

"You… what are you doing! Stop! Heaven‑Punishment Elder, all the Elders of Linglong Blessed Land, hurry and stop him!"

Wan Lianshan panics, letting out a heart‑rending roar, his blood‑smeared face contorting to the extreme.

He is a hundred times more terrified than when Chen Zheng forced him to kneel or even to have his face stepped on.

It seems Chen Zheng intends to take some extremely precious thing from him, as if demanding his life!

Below Sumeru Golden Mountain.

Many Elders of Linglong Blessed Land, seeing Chen Zheng's move, tightened their minds and quickly looked at Qiu Xiyu with questioning eyes, as if asking whether she should stop Chen Zheng.

Qiu Xiyu furrows her brows, then a resolute gleam appears in her eyes, and she slightly shakes her head at the gathered Elders.

"Done."

"No…"

Sensing the subtle gestures of the Elders below, Chen Zheng feels a surge of confidence and a flash of heat.

Amid Wan Lianshan's hysterical roar, he snatches the thing hanging at his waist in one swift grab.

It is a thumb‑sized shark, slender and long, both ends pointed, resembling a uniquely shaped treasure sword.

But upon closer inspection, one can see it is not a sword at all, but a ship.

A treasure ship faintly crackling with lightning!

This ship is, astonishingly, a supreme treasure recorded in all worlds—a mid‑grade Dao artifact, the Heavenly Doom Shark Vessel!

According to legend, this ship was assembled by the Supreme Elder of Wan Gui Immortal Island, who gathered countless divine materials, then captured five hundred billion giant evil sharks from the sea, harvested their souls, and drew endless celestial and demonic qi to summon thunder, a process that took over a thousand years to finally succeed.

The ship's power is immense; a single collision can shatter all Daoist yang qi and the protective wards of defensive artifacts.

Especially the vengeful qi formed by the souls of those five hundred billion evil sharks, which specifically targets cultivators' souls; once entangled, the soul collapses and the cultivator perishes.

Mid‑grade Dao artifact—snatched in an instant!

(End of Chapter)