Chapter 104: Don't you come over here!

The moment he charged into the courtyard gate, Little Wei Yuan used the power of mountains and rivers to bolster his own body, simultaneously casting a newly acquired strand of Qi Luck into the Jade Mountain, operating the Heaven and Earth Madman technique.

In the Dao Foundation chapter, Little Wei Yuan's physical body had ascended another major realm; when he moved, it was like a shifting continent. Everything he passed was crushed upon contact, yet it also generated a tremendous gravitational pull, causing everything in the vicinity to lean toward Little Wei Yuan—there was no escaping it!

Whatever kind of fish might be inside, let's test the waters first!

The courtyard was empty. Little Wei Yuan didn't pause for a moment, crashing into the room door. The door spontaneously turned into powder and vanished.

A young man sat in the room, his build somewhat frail. He was currently engrossed in reading a storybook from a book box, so focused that he hadn't even noticed Little Wei Yuan arrive behind him.

Little Wei Yuan sneered inwardly. To be able to leave such a clear mark on an Tinghai Xianjun's formation disk—could he really be a mortal? This act was overdone.

However, Little Wei Yuan was already behind him. The Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense could be triggered at any moment, and this young man had yet to move his Dao power; this was truly courting death. At this distance, the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense would trigger at a mere thought. Even if he were a veteran Dharma Form True Person, without Dao power to protect his body, he would be severely injured if not killed.

Little Wei Yuan's large hand descended, grabbing the man by the nape of his neck. He felt a sudden sense of relief; he could finally breathe easy. At this moment, the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense was pressing right against the man's neck. Even if True Person Fenhai were in this situation, he wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

The man was evidently slow to react. He wanted to turn his head, but Little Wei Yuan's hand was like iron; he couldn't move a fraction. The man was terrified and wanted to scream, but Little Wei Yuan gave a light squeeze, preventing him from making a single sound.

"Shut up! Don't move. Answer whatever I ask, or you die. Do you understand?"

The man was already trembling like chaff, nodding desperately.

Little Wei Yuan was somewhat shocked by his acting. This person hid himself extremely deeply and must possess great magic power; it was just unclear whether it was Nurturing Spirit Dao Foundation or a true Dharma Form. But even if this person were a Dharma Form, his movements would absolutely not be faster than the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense. As long as he dared to act, the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense would sever his sea of consciousness. Therefore, what Little Wei Yuan needed to guard against was a Dharma Form's final strike before death, the power of which should roughly equate to eighty percent of a full-strength strike.

However, Little Wei Yuan possessed the power of mountains and rivers, which could inherently shave off ten percent of a Dharma Form's power, and after operating the Heaven and Earth Madman technique with his newly acquired Qi Luck, it became capable of shaving off thirty percent. Coupled with the magic tools on his body that could block another ten percent, the final result was equivalent to using his physical body to hard-tank forty percent of a Dharma Form's power.

Thinking about it this way, it didn't seem like such a big deal.

Before Little Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation was formed, he could already withstand three strikes from the Snow Eagle without dying. Now that he had achieved the Ten Thousand Li of Shanhe, his physical body had ascended to a higher level; a strike at forty percent of a Dharma Form's power would only cause Little Wei Yuan minor injuries. But if Little Wei Yuan slashed back with a strand of the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense, the opponent wouldn't just suffer minor injuries.

This was the source of Little Wei Yuan's confidence in fishing. If a Dharma Form took the bait, it would have to shed a layer of skin.

"Release your divine sense, no resistance allowed!" Little Wei Yuan barked.

"Yes, yes!... What is divine sense?" The man nodded desperately. This appearance of fearing death was so convincing that even Little Wei Yuan almost believed it.

Little Wei Yuan's divine sense probed into the man's sea of consciousness and he was stunned. The man's sea of consciousness was pitch black and chaotic—it hadn't been opened at all! After all that, this was someone who hadn't even cultivated a Primordial Spirit?

A mere mortal—how could he leave such a large reaction on the formation disk? This reaction was so strong that even True Lord Little Wei Yuan would have believed it!

Little Wei Yuan stepped back and barked: "Turn around!"

The man turned around tremblingly. It was a young face, full of exhaustion, with dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't rested enough. Just as he turned and before he could speak, a cold light flashed before his eyes. Little Wei Yuan drew his sword and thrust it toward his throat!

The man let out a cry, stood rigid, and actually fainted just like that. Little Wei Yuan was stunned. Seeing him collapse straight down, he was momentarily flustered, but not daring to be careless, he pressed the sword tip against the man's Qi Sea, then grabbed his neck, preventing him from falling.

After checking repeatedly several times, Little Wei Yuan finally believed he had truly fainted and wasn't faking it. Fainting from fright was easy to handle; Little Wei Yuan raised his hand and slapped him twice, bringing him back to consciousness.

As soon as the man woke up, he let out another scream, but the sound was choked off in his throat by Little Wei Yuan.

A mile away, a figure stood by a window, looking toward this direction from afar. The figure watched Little Wei Yuan suddenly charge into the neighboring small courtyard, break down the door, and enter the room. Immediately after, exclamations and painful cries rang out from inside, followed by the sound of a beating. Later, the lights went out, and the sounds ceased. A moment later, a painful scream suddenly erupted, but it was stifled halfway through.

The figure spat and said with disgust: "So he's into this kind of thing. I really overestimated him; I thought he was a pawn planted by some faction."

The figure closed the window and returned to the bed to feign sleep.

Not long after lying down, he suddenly felt something unusual in the room and immediately sat up! But his upper body had only lifted halfway before he froze.

He looked at the sharp long sword pressed against his throat, his gaze slowly moving up along the sword until he saw Little Wei Yuan, who was wearing a half-smile. At this moment, Little Wei Yuan held the sword in one hand and stroked two thin whiskers with the other, his small eyes gleaming with intensity, looking exceptionally lewd.

On the bed was a young cultivator with delicate, handsome features, dressed in a green long robe. He looked at Little Wei Yuan in shock. This person was clearly committing evil in someone else's room—how did he appear before him in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea? Was he really that fast?

The young cultivator stammered: "Hero, Great King, let's talk this over! Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I will offer it with both hands, I only ask that you spare this lowly one's dog life! I don't have much cultivation, I've only practiced body forging for a few days; killing me would only dirty the hero's hands."

Little Wei Yuan let out a cold sneer. But what he didn't know was that, wearing this current appearance, this smile was both sinister and lewd, with the lewdness outweighing the sinister.

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The person on the bed had initially felt something strange. He had clearly sensed a faint, mountain-like heaviness from Little Wei Yuan, as well as a composure that remained unmoved even if the sky were to collapse. This kind of aura couldn't be faked, nor could just anyone possess it.

But following Little Wei Yuan's smile, he suddenly remembered what Little Wei Yuan had just done and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking only: "This... could it be that the previous one wasn't satisfying enough, so he has to find another one?! We're so far apart, with so many people in between, how did he find me?!"

He looked down at his own attire and felt even more that this was the case. For a moment, he was so scared his face turned pale, and he could only complain bitterly in his heart.

Little Wei Yuan stood up, and a "Lushan Claw" reached out.

The man was scared out of his wits and just shouted: "Hero, Grandfather, Brother! I'll give you everything, don't, don't you come over here!!"

Following this series of screams, the light of a formation faintly appeared around the room. It turned out that when Little Wei Yuan entered, he had already set up a formation to isolate the inside from the outside, so even the aura and magic power fluctuations couldn't leak out, let alone screams.

The man felt a chill in his heart. This guy was so practiced—he really was a habitual offender!

Thinking of what would happen next, he began to struggle desperately, not even caring about the sword pointing at his throat. Little Wei Yuan was careless and retracted the sword tip a bit slowly, slicing open a bit of skin. Blood seeped out, turning into a smear of crimson at the throat.

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