Chapter 176: I

Calculating the time, from Wu Xian's intrusion into Huishan until now, less than ten minutes had passed.

During this time, he had thrown only three punches.

The first punch severely wounded Xuan Yuan Dapan, forcing him to kneel and vomit blood.

The second punch obliterated Xuan Yuan Dapan entirely, reducing him to dust and scattering his bones to the wind.

The final third punch, with microscopic control, directed each strand of fist energy precisely onto each person according to their cultivation level, instantly turning all one hundred thirty-five present into ash, just like Xuan Yuan Dapan, scattered everywhere.

As for the remaining fifty or sixty, Wu Xian deliberately spared them, for through the Fenghou Qimen's aura-reading technique, he saw their murderous aura was faint and their resentment nearly absent—they had not committed many killings, unlike the other bastards entangled in karmic curses.

There was no need to kill such people; moreover, even the most skilled housewife cannot cook without rice— to swiftly take control of Huishan, he needed capable hands, otherwise even Xuan Yuan Jingcheng's extraordinary talent would struggle to unfold.

"Enough. Handle the rest. Do well. Don't disappoint me."

Wu Xian clapped Xuan Yuan Jingcheng on the shoulder, then landed with him and Deng Tai'e on the Great Snow Terrace, scanning the surroundings.

Meanwhile, the surviving guest masters shuddered and slid to their knees once more, bowing and crying, "My lord!" before falling silent, terrified of saying the wrong thing and being reduced to ash like Xuan Yuan Dapan and the others.

On the other side, even the composed Xuan Yuan Jingcheng felt a pang of sorrow as he stared at the spot where his father and clan had turned to ash.

But after only a moment, he steadied himself, turned to Wu Xian, bowed, and said, "Jingcheng will spare no effort and will not betray your trust. May I ask what your next plan is? Will you stay a few days at Huishan? I'll make the necessary arrangements."

Though their time together had been brief, Xuan Yuan Jingcheng sensed Wu Xian was not a man who could sit still—Huishan was too small to hold his interest, and he would not linger long, hence the question.

"Of course. After all, this will be my territory. I must properly admire Huishan's scenery… but first, I have some matters to attend to."

As he spoke, Wu Xian's gaze turned toward Jiangxi, his eyes flickering with golden flames, where he perceived four extraordinary aura signatures, also watching him with scrutiny.

Yet Wu Xian paid them no mind, glancing briefly before shifting his gaze to a spot below Long Hushan, a cold smile curling on his lips.

"Land-based Immortal… I'll see how many punches you can take!"

No sooner had he spoken than Wu Xian vanished from his spot; Xuan Yuan Jingcheng and the others saw only a golden rainbow cleaving through the blizzard, streaking toward Long Hushan across the river.

…

"Insolent!!"

Seeing the golden rainbow drawing near, the Four Celestial Masters of Long Hushan, who had watched from afar, all paled.

They had assumed the man, after wreaking havoc on Huishan, would pause for a while—yet in the blink of an eye, he had turned his target to Long Hushan.

And his demeanor clearly signaled ill intent.

Truly a brazen fool! Does he truly think Long Hushan fears him?

With a cold snort, Zhao Danping, the most fiery of the Four Celestial Masters, leapt into the air, drew his talisman sword, and activated thousands of seals across Long Hushan, channeling the power of the array and talismans to forge a massive purple sword in the void, then slashed it down toward the rapidly approaching golden rainbow.

He was already at the Daoist Indication Realm—though his combat strength fell short of pure martial artists, his realm surpassed theirs.

With the blessing of Long Hushan's ancestral grounds, this single strike carried the aura of a Land-based Immortal; any martial artist of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm who attempted to block it would die or suffer grave injuries.

Yet seeing this, the golden rainbow accelerated—not slowed—charging straight into the sword's sharpest tip, leaving Zhao Danping and the others stunned.

CRACK—SHATTER!

The next instant, a sound like shattering glass rang out; the purple sword fractured from its tip, crumbling into countless fragments of violet mist, swept clean by the golden rainbow as if devoured by an unseen maw.

Simultaneously, Zhao Danping, the future Grand Secretary of Long Hushan and one of the Four Celestial Masters, felt a terrifying force rebounding into his body, his eyes widening in terror.

The next moment, before the eyes of every Long Hushan disciple who could not believe what they saw, the Celestial Master's talisman sword turned to dust, his body erupted in blood, staining his purple Daoist robe, and he tumbled from the sky like a discarded rag.

All this happened too swiftly—the other three Celestial Masters had no time to react. Only Zhao Xiyi leapt into the air to catch his eldest son, felt the near-total shattering of his internal meridians, turned pale, and immediately poured a pure stream of Daoist energy into him to stabilize his injuries.

At that moment, in a pond beneath Long Hushan, two purple-gold lotuses bloomed; one subtly rotated, emitting a mysterious vitality that crossed the distance and settled upon Zhao Danping, accelerating his healing.

"Celestial Master of Long Hushan? That's all you are?"

A light laugh came from ahead, startling the Long Hushan crowd, who turned to see a young man in blue robes walking calmly through empty air, gazing down upon Long Hushan with clear disdain.

At once, Zhao Danxia, Zhao Xiyi's younger son and another of the Four Celestial Masters, roared: "Danping was impolite just now, but you've already injured him—why come to Long Hushan now? Even if you're a Land-based Immortal, do you truly believe Long Hushan has no one left?"

Zhao Danxia, the current Patriarch of Long Hushan, glared at the blue-robed youth with fury, wishing to cut him down with a single sword.

"I'm bullying you. What can you do about it?"

Wu Xian sneered, fell silent, swept his gaze over the Long Hushan crowd, then fixed on a specific spot—his eyes brightened. He extended a hand, summoning a vast aura into a colossal palm, and seized toward that location.

Seeing Wu Xian's utter contempt, Zhao Danxia's rage surged—he summoned a great seal, which swelled with the wind and slammed toward the palm.

But what was a mere Indication Realm cultivator against Wu Xian? The moment the seal met the phantom palm, it felt as if a mountain had collapsed upon it—no chance to resist, destined to follow his brother's fate.

Just then…

"Young whelp, how dare you!"

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The earlier plotline where Wu Su saved the protagonist has been changed—it's unnecessary.

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