Chapter 104: Don

The instant Wei Yuan charged through the courtyard gate, he bolstered his body with the power of mountains and rivers, while channeling a newly acquired fortune into Yushan and activating the Heaven’s Savage.

Beneath the Foundation Chapter, Wei Yuan’s physical body ascended another major realm; when he moved, it was as if a drifting continent passed by—everything it touched shattered instantly, yet immense gravitational pull drew all surrounding matter toward him, leaving nothing able to escape!

Doesn’t matter what fish is inside—first, let’s test the waters!

The courtyard was empty; Wei Yuan did not pause, smashing into the room’s door, which dissolved into dust on its own and vanished.

Inside the room sat a young man, slender in build, deeply engrossed in flipping through a storybook from a book chest, utterly unaware Wei Yuan had arrived behind him.

Wei Yuan sneered inwardly—someone who could leave such a conspicuous mark on the Immortal Lord’s array plate could hardly be an ordinary mortal. This performance was overdone.

But Wei Yuan was already behind him, the Immortal Lord’s spiritual sense ready to activate at any moment, while this young man had yet to stir his dao power—this was truly begging for death. At this distance, the Immortal Lord’s spiritual sense could strike the instant it was thought; even if he were a seasoned Law Form True Person, without dao power to shield him, he’d either die or be gravely wounded.

Wei Yuan’s large hand came down, gripping the man’s nape—his heart instantly eased, and he finally exhaled. The Immortal Lord’s spiritual sense now pressed upon the man’s neck; even a Burning Sea True Person in this position couldn’t stir up a ripple.

The man only then realized his predicament, trying to turn his head, but Wei Yuan’s hand was like iron—he couldn’t budge an inch. The man panicked, about to scream, but Wei Yuan squeezed lightly, silencing him completely.

“Shut up! Don’t move! I ask, you answer—or you die. Understood?”

The man trembled like a sieve, nodding frantically.

Wei Yuan was almost stunned by his acting. This man had hidden himself deeply—he must possess immense power, though whether he was an Essence-Storage Foundation or a true Law Form remained unknown. But even if he were a Law Form, his movement couldn’t outpace the Immortal Lord’s spiritual sense; if he dared act, the spiritual sense would cleave open his mind sea. So Wei Yuan needed only to guard against the Law Form’s final strike—its power would likely equal eighty percent of his full strength.

But Wei Yuan had the power of mountains and rivers, which already reduced Law Form power by one-tenth; after channeling the new fortune through Heaven’s Savage, it became a reduction of three-tenths. Combined with the magic treasure on his person, which could block another tenth, he effectively endured only forty percent of a Law Form’s full power with his bare body.

Thinking of it this way, it didn’t seem so bad.

Even before completing his Foundation, Wei Yuan had withstood three strikes from Snow Eagle without dying; now that he had achieved the Ten-Thousand-Mile Mountains and Rivers, his body had risen further—forty percent of a Law Form’s power would merely leave him with minor injuries. But when Wei Yuan retaliated with a single Immortal Lord’s spiritual sense slash, the opponent wouldn’t just suffer minor wounds.

This was the very foundation of Wei Yuan’s fishing strategy: even a Law Form who bites the hook must shed a layer of skin.

“Release your spiritual sense—do not resist!” Wei Yuan barked.

“Yes, yes! … What is spiritual sense?” The man nodded desperately; his terrified, cowardly demeanor almost convinced even Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan’s spiritual sense probed into the man’s mind sea—and froze. The man’s mind sea was pitch-black chaos, utterly unopened. So after all this, he’d never even cultivated his Primordial Spirit?

How could an ordinary mortal leave such a massive reaction on the array plate? This reaction could fool even a True Lord!

Wei Yuan stepped back and ordered: “Turn around!”

The man turned shakily. He had a youthful face, exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, clearly sleep-deprived. No sooner had he turned than a flash of cold light appeared—Wei Yuan had drawn his sword and thrust it straight at his throat!

The man screamed, stood rigid—and fainted dead away. Wei Yuan was stunned; watching him collapse straight down, he scrambled to react, but dared not relax—he pressed his sword tip against the man’s dantian and gripped his neck, preventing him from falling.

After checking him repeatedly, Wei Yuan finally believed he was truly unconscious, not faking. Fainting from fright was easy to fix—Wei Yuan slapped him twice, and he woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he screamed again—but Wei Yuan crushed the sound in his throat.

One li away, a figure stood by the window, gazing toward this place. The figure watched Wei Yuan suddenly burst into the neighboring courtyard, break down the door, enter the room—then screams, agonized cries, the sound of beating followed. The lights went out. The noises ceased. Moments later, a sudden, pained scream rang out—but was abruptly cut off.

The figure spat, disgusted: “So he’s into this? I overestimated him—I thought he was some faction’s agent.”

The figure closed the window and returned to bed, feigning sleep.

He had barely lain down when he sensed something strange in the room—he instantly sat up! But his upper body had barely lifted when he froze.

He stared at the sharp longsword pressed against his throat, his gaze slowly tracing the blade upward—and saw Wei Yuan, smirking. Wei Yuan held the sword in one hand, stroking his two mouse-like whiskers with the other, his small eyes gleaming with a distinctly lecherous aura.

On the bed was a young cultivator, with delicate features and striking good looks, dressed in a blue long robe. He stared at Wei Yuan in shock—this man had just been committing atrocities in another room! How in the world had he appeared before him while sipping tea? Was he that fast?

The young cultivator stammered: “Hero, Great King, let’s talk! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you with both hands—just spare this dog’s life! I have no cultivation, only a few days of body refinement—killing me would only dirty your hands!”

Wei Yuan sneered—but he didn’t know that, wearing this appearance, his sneer was not just sinister but lecherous, with lechery outweighing sinister intent.

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The man on the bed had earlier sensed something odd: he had felt a faint, mountain-like weight and an unshakable calmness on Wei Yuan’s person—such aura couldn’t be faked, nor possessed by just anyone.

But with Wei Yuan’s sneer, he suddenly recalled what Wei Yuan had just done—and broke into a cold sweat. He thought: “Could this… be because the last one wasn’t satisfying enough, so he’s looking for another?! How did he find me, so far away, with so many people in between?!”

He glanced at his own attire—and it only confirmed his worst fear. His face turned deathly pale; all he could do was curse inwardly.

Wei Yuan rose, and his paw-like hand reached out.

The man’s soul nearly fled—he screamed: “Hero, Grandpa, Brother! I’ll give you everything! Don’t—don’t come closer!!”

As his screams echoed, faint array lights flickered around the room—Wei Yuan had already set up a barrier upon entering, sealing off all internal and external energy, qi, and spiritual fluctuations; screams were the least of it.

The man’s heart sank—this guy was too practiced—he was clearly a habitual offender!

Thinking of what was about to happen, he thrashed wildly, ignoring the sword at his throat. Wei Yuan, caught off guard, retracted the blade too slowly—it sliced open a sliver of skin, drawing blood that stained his throat crimson.

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