Chapter 121: Pure Strength

「……」

Tu Junfang froze at these words, then raised his hands with a forced laugh: “Hey, come on, you’re joking, right? I surrender—I surrender, okay?”

Such a sudden change from his earlier arrogance was stark, yet none present found it strange.

What could you do? The five subordinates He Jingfeng brought were all monsters.

No one knew what kind of terrifying cultivation they had undergone, yet they could even resist the Corpse Demons!

Not only that, He Jingfeng himself exerted immense pressure on Tu Junfang.

The vast gulf in foundational cultivation even gave him the illusion of facing the Old Heavenly Master on the grasslands before…

‘Damn, what bad timing!’

‘Why did I have to run into a group like this…’

Tu Junfang gritted his teeth, silently cursing inside.

He Jingfeng glanced at him and said coolly: “I, the Pavilion Master, already said I’d hand you over to the Tang Gate’s Elder. Now you surrender—do you mean to embarrass me?”

“...Huh?”

Tu Junfang looked utterly bewildered, as if he couldn’t follow He Jingfeng’s train of thought.

The next instant, He Jingfeng stepped forward; immense blue Qi erupted from his right foot in a circular wave, stirring up dust and shattered stones from the ground like a shockwave.

The air trembled under the churning blue Qi, transforming into gales that swept past everyone present.

Vast Qi swirled and rose around He Jingfeng’s body, forming visible blue flames that brazenly displayed his terrifying power, far beyond that of any ordinary cultivator.

Seeing this, everyone—including Tu Junfang—stared wide-eyed.

If the Black Robes’ strength was incomprehensible, this Youmingge Pavilion Master’s strength was one they could plainly understand: direct, pure, and overwhelming.

“Such an outrageous amount of Qi!”

“Can a human even possess this much Qi?”

“...Isn’t this too dense?”

“I suspect even an ordinary person without any Qi could see the flames around him!”

The Tang Gate members couldn’t help whispering among themselves, uttering exclamations of awe.

Even Tang Miaoxing narrowed his eyes, his gaze toward He Jingfeng growing more cautious.

“Come on!”

He Jingfeng looked at Tu Junfang and said calmly: “Let me see the ultimate techniques of the Three Corpse Sect…”

Tu Junfang’s lip twitched helplessly: “He Pavilion Master, is this really necessary?”

He Jingfeng gazed at him calmly: “What do you think?”

“...”

Tu Junfang’s expression faded, replaced by a tight frown.

“He Pavilion Master, I’ve already surrendered!”

“And?”

Before the words were fully out, He Jingfeng vanished from his spot.

Tu Junfang’s pupils contracted; he instantly summoned his Three Corpses to guard his body.

The next moment, the upper corpse—its form like a mud shield—exploded; a massive hand wrapped in blue Qi pierced through black Qi and effortlessly seized Tu Junfang’s throat.

Vast blue Qi surged from its owner, like a gale scattering the Three Corpses, forming a blue Qi barrier that pinned them three feet away.

How could this be?!

Tu Junfang clutched the wrist around his neck, staring at He Jingfeng in disbelief.

“Surprised?”

He Jingfeng suddenly spoke, glancing at the Three Corpses slamming against the Qi barrier: “The Upper Corpse, Peng Ju, embodies wrath—thus manifesting as a flying entity, symbolizing restlessness and rage.”

“The Middle Corpse, Peng Zhi, embodies greed—often appearing as a serpent or giant python, fond of devouring.”

“The Lower Corpse, Peng Ji, embodies delusion—usually taking human form, often of the opposite sex…”

“These Three Corpses are all manifestations of human primal desires—indeed, they offer boundless utility. But ultimately, they are still manifestations of Qi. With sufficient foundational life-cultivation, one can completely sever their influence at the Qi level!”

“You should have experienced this feeling yourself, back on the Xiling Gol Grassland, right?”

Tu Junfang paused, then seemed to understand; he forced a crooked smile: “Heh…”

“He Pavilion Master, I see now—you kept me here not because I’m the strongest among them, but because I once challenged the Old Heavenly Master.”

“You’re using me to test his strength, aren’t you?”

“Too bad—you’re strong, but still fall short of the Old Heavenly Master…”

“At least you dare not directly withstand my Three Corpses. That old monster? After being infected by Corpse Poison, he severed the Three Corpses I summoned purely through his mental cultivation!”

What?!

At these words, everyone—including Tang Miaoxing—looked stunned.

Even He Jingfeng and those in the livestream couldn’t help exclaiming.

【Su Haoming: Severed the Three Corpses by sheer willpower?】

【Su Haoming: In a primordial world, that’s at least a Pretender Saint-level talent!】

【Xiang Yunye: Too bad he was born in the wrong world…】

【Fan Xian: Lin Yu, why wasn’t this in the story you uploaded?】

【Lin Yu: I only saw the Nasa Island arc—this part must’ve been drawn later.】

So this was how the Heavenly Master’s battle with Quanxing truly unfolded…

He Jingfeng’s eyes gleamed; he casually tossed Tu Junfang toward the Black Robes.

Two Black Robes immediately stepped forward; one restrained Tu Junfang, the other pulled out a Biyuan Needle and inserted it along the Governor Vessel at the back of his neck.

Instantly, Tu Junfang’s black Qi receded; his entire meridian system was sealed shut—he could no longer use any technique.

“The heavens beyond heavens, people beyond people—I lost my composure just now, Elder, forgive my rudeness!”

He Jingfeng nodded along with Tu Junfang’s words, smiling as he returned, as if his attack had truly been meant to test the Old Heavenly Master’s strength.

But in truth, he had already indirectly clashed with the Old Heavenly Master.

He insisted on attacking only to demonstrate his own power, to gain the upper hand in the coming negotiations.

The biomimetic robots he brought were indeed powerful—but they lacked Qi, their movements too plain and unremarkable to leave a deep impression on Tang Gate members like a true cultivator would…

“Pavilion Master, you flatter me!”

Tang Miaoxing shook his head: “At your age, to possess such cultivation—even the Old Heavenly Master at your age would not be your match…”

“From my view, after today, the ranking of ‘One Supreme, Two Heroes’ must change!”

He Jingfeng smiled: “Then I accept your auspicious words, Elder!”

Tang Miaoxing glanced at Tu Junfang, now handed over to Tang Gate disciples, then stepped aside and gestured: “After you?”

He Jingfeng smiled faintly and returned the gesture: “After you.”

…

…

Not long after, all Quanxing participants were escorted by Tang Gate disciples into the private prison of the old campus.

To prevent Lu Liang from using Shuangquan Hand to heal himself and escape, He Jingfeng assigned two biomimetic robots to guard Quanxing alongside Tang Gate disciples.

As for himself, he led the remaining three under Tang Miaoxing’s guidance to the principal’s office.

In the first-floor corridor of the teaching building, Zhang Chulan leaned alone against the wall, occasionally glancing toward the stairs at the corridor’s end, a growing sense of anxiety rising within him.

At that moment, several figures approached from the other end of the corridor.

Zhang Chulan turned his head, straightened his posture, and called out: “Bao’er-jie, are you alright?”

Before Feng Baobao could speak, Lu Lingqiong crossed her arms and snapped: “Zhang Chulan, all this commotion was your scheme? Why didn’t you warn us ahead of time?”

“If I’d warned you, I couldn’t have fooled these Quanxing folks~”

Zhang Chulan chuckled sheepishly: “Besides, Tang Gate wouldn’t really hurt you.”

True enough…

Lu Lin nodded, then turned to Feng Baobao: “And you, Bao’er?”

“No problem!”

Feng Baobao gave an OK sign: “The guy chasing me kept trying to ambush me—I knocked him out, and now he’s behaving!”

Zhang Chulan: “...”

The Lu siblings exchanged glances; Lu Lin whispered: “What now?”

“It’s complicated.”

Zhang Chulan sighed softly: “I’d already planned with the old Gate Elder—after capturing Quanxing, we’d sneak into the prison tonight to interrogate Xia Liuqing and Golden Phoenix Granny.”

“But now He Pavilion Master has intervened—his men are guarding Golden Phoenix Granny. How are we supposed to sneak in…?”

“I heard,” Lu Lingqiong frowned. “Are those Youmingge assassins really that strong?”

“Extremely strong!” Zhang Chulan nodded, his expression grave. “Like monsters!”

“From what I observed, their strength and speed are absurd, their concealment techniques far surpass Tang Gate—even when dealing with Quanxing, they showed zero Qi fluctuations!”

The Lu siblings exchanged glances: “That extreme?”

Zhang Chulan sighed: “If I hadn’t seen even more absurd people before, I’d doubt they’re human at all!”

But if not human, then what?

Robots?

Current technology still can’t reach this level.

Mechanical puppets?

That’s even less likely—Ma Xianhong’s White Puppet and Black Puppet, forged with Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements, can only move through Qi; they could never achieve complete concealment of their presence like those black-clad figures.

Zhang Chulan swiftly pondered, then shook his head, casting aside these unrealistic speculations.

“The even more extraordinary figure you’re referring to—is it Master Lin?”

Lu Lin whispered, “Master Lin comes from Bai Yu Jing. The Youmingge is subordinate to Bai Yu Jing. These incomprehensible monsters might well have emerged from Bai Yu Jing itself.”

“Very likely!”

Zhang Chulan nodded, then sighed, “I’ve run out of options. I can only wait until He Gezhu and the old Sect Master finish their talk, then take it one step at a time…”

(End of Chapter)