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Chapter 234: A Thousand Years Ago, Heaven's Pride! One Palm to Shatter It!
Chapter 234: A Thousand Years Ago, Heaven's Pride! One Palm to Shatter It!
Taixu Mountain, Pingyang City.
A bustling crowd, filled with lively noises, would lead one to believe this was a bustling secular city if not for the discerning eye.
Upon closer inspection, one would notice the distinct difference.
The bustling crowd was, in fact, comprised of martial cultivators with profound cultivation bases!
And the items being peddled in the city were none other than Immortal Dao treasures!
Taixu Mountain, a treasure land left behind by the previous Immortal Dao civilization, often attracted martial cultivators from the three mountains and five lands.
Over thousands of years, this place had naturally given rise to numerous factions and cities!
Pingyang City was one of the medium-sized cities in this region.
Usually, there were many martial cultivators in the city, but not as many as there were now.
The reason for this was that, a few days ago, a cultivator's immortal mansion had appeared in this region of Pingyang City! Moreover, rumors spread that the owner of this immortal mansion was not only a Dharmakaya but also a powerful cultivator who specialized in Thunder Techniques and Talisman Law.
Like cats that had caught the scent of blood, many martial cultivators exploring Taixu Mountain for the secrets left behind by Dharmakaya cultivators had gathered here.
Unfortunately, the opportunity was not as they had hoped, as the immortal mansion had only opened for half a day before closing again, leaving everyone empty-handed.
Just as disappointment filled the air, a piece of news spread like a whirlwind.
It was said that Profound Insight Master of Heaven Spanning Pavilion had inadvertently revealed that the array of the immortal mansion had weakened, and the mansion would reappear in half a month.
This news created a huge stir!
Heaven Spanning Pavilion, one of the three major sects specializing in Array Law, and Profound Insight Master, an Intermediate Rank Grand Sage, was only half a step away from achieving the Half-step Dharmakaya state!
The words of such a being were naturally highly credible!
Moreover, even if it were a lie, it wouldn't affect the crowd much.
Even if it were true and Profound Insight Master had deliberately leaked the information, what could he possibly be plotting?
But this was a Dharmakaya cultivator's immortal mansion!
The treasures within could change their destinies!
If they were afraid of this and that, they wouldn't have come to Taixu Mountain in the first place.
So, the martial cultivators decided not to leave in a hurry and instead chose to stay in Pingyang City to rest and observe the upcoming changes.
As time passed, more and more martial cultivators gathered in this place.
This created a bustling atmosphere in the city, with thousands of people.
On this day.
Qingyang Inn.
As the grandest and most luxurious inn in Pingyang City, it was never short of guests.
Martial cultivators occupied the main hall, and hundreds of tables were arranged in a well-spaced manner, all of them now filled.
The crowd discussed the authenticity of the immortal mansion, boasted about their recent gains, and the hall buzzed with voices, creating a lively atmosphere."
At this moment, a young man in a golden-patterned dark robe slowly walked into the inn."
However, his aura was not particularly eye-catching, so the crowd merely glanced at him and then turned away.
Taixu Mountain was vast, and with cultivators from the three mountains and five lands, both human and demonic, new faces were not uncommon.
The young man didn't cause a stir and found a seat by himself.
The lively atmosphere in the hall continued.
Bang!
Suddenly, a black shadow was thrown into the inn, creating a loud noise.
The crowd was startled and turned their attention to the shadow.
It was a thin, frail old man.
His body was covered in scabbed wounds, making him look eerie to look at.
Upon being thrown into the inn, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his spirit seemed greatly weakened.
However, he seemed unaware of his injuries and continued to laugh foolishly.
"It's this fool."
The hall acknowledged this, and people returned to their seats, as if this scene was a common occurrence.
Some still couldn't bear it and sighed softly, whispering, "After all, he was once the pride of the human race, a step away from achieving the Dharmakaya state, and now he's reduced to this pitiful state."
"Indeed."
Someone continued the conversation, saying, "The once-famous Three Stars of Brilliance, Wang Daoyi, fled to the Demon Lands, Zhang Qiudao became a slave, but he, with his Half-step Dharmakaya cultivation, dared to challenge the Qingxiao Sect's old ancestor."
"He was beaten senseless, his cultivation shattered, and he was banished to Taixu Mountain. For thousands of years, both humans and demons have abused and humiliated him."
"In my opinion, the Qingxiao Sect's old ancestor should have killed him instead of leaving him to endure such humiliation. With his personality, if he were conscious, he would be in agony!"
"That was the intention of the Qingxiao Sect's old ancestor. Even the three most powerful human cultivators couldn't defeat him, and he wanted to use their fates as a warning to deter others from daring to challenge the human race!"
"Shh! Be quiet! Do you want to die? This place isn't just for humans!"
". . ."
The innkeeper called for two waiters to throw the old man out.
Slap!
Just then, the sound of a folding fan opening echoed.
A young master, dressed in elegant attire, slowly walked into the inn.
At that moment, the inn fell silent.
"Master Qiu, what brings you to my humble inn?" The innkeeper hurriedly rushed forward, his face filled with reverence as he spoke.
The young master let out a light laugh, paying no heed.
He glanced disdainfully at the crowd in the hall, and not a single martial artist dared to utter a sound.
Only then did he turn his satisfied gaze towards the old man sitting on the ground, his mouth stained with blood, still stupidly chuckling.
"Old thing, you're an eyesore, ruining my mood. You'll bear the consequences!" He sneered.
With a wave of his hand, two tiger-headed brutes with powerful tails stepped into the inn, their auras formidable. They were none other than two Upper Rank Grand Sages!
"The old man's laughter is too ugly! Beat him! Beat him until he can't laugh anymore!" The young master spoke again.
The two brutes stepped forward and approached the old man.
The frail old man looked like a feeble child before the nearly three-meter-tall tiger demon brutes.
"Hehe!"
The silly old man tilted his head, looking up at the two tiger demon brutes with a thick smile.
Bang! A fist imprint landed.
Instantly, the old man was punched into the floorboards.
The tiger demon brutes continued to pummel him, driving him deep into the ground.
Blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
The smile on his face finally stopped.
"Stop."
Seeing the old man nearly beaten to death, the young master casually shouted.
The tiger demon brutes halted and stood by, awaiting further orders.
The young master strode forward, approaching the bloodied old man, looking down at him with disdain.
"Hehe..."
The old man struggled to force out a silly laugh.
The young master's face turned cold, and he stomped on the old man's face, grinding it underfoot!
"I'll teach you to laugh! It's ugly as hell! No laughing!" He twisted his foot as he spoke, his voice filled with anger.
The air grew thick with the scent of blood.
Among the martial artists, most watched coldly, but some showed signs of distress, their faces contorting before they turned away, unable to bear the sight.
After a few breaths, the young master retracted his foot.
The old man was still alive.
Struggling, he tried to crawl out from under the floor, his face contorting into a silly smile once more.
A cold light flashed in the young master's eyes, and he kicked out fiercely.
Bang! Boom!!
The old man's figure was instantly kicked into the crowd, knocking over tables and chairs.
A martial artist was caught in the fray and shouted angrily, "Qiu Guangsheng! This is Pingyang City, not your Tiger Roar Mountain! Watch your actions, or you'll offend everyone here!"
Hearing this, the young master's face grew colder.
He lifted his gaze towards the speaker.
It was the Intermediate Rank Martial Saint who had been affected, his face filled with rage.
The young master sneered, "A human?"
"You beastly thing, how dare you speak to me like that?"
"Kill him!"
As he spoke, the two tiger demon brutes rushed into the crowd, grabbing the martial artist who had just shouted in anger.
A flurry of punches and kicks followed, accompanied by cries of pain.
The young master turned his gaze away, looking at the old man he had kicked away.
Amidst the chaos, the old man was now sitting on a stool, unnoticed.
All the martial artists had cleared a space around him.
Only a young man in a black robe with golden patterns was gently wiping the blood from the old man's face.
"Hey!"
A trace of mockery suddenly appeared on the young master's face.
He spoke coldly, "I'm teaching this man a lesson. How dare you, a filthy thing, interfere?"
"Now, carry this mad old man and kneel before me. I might spare your life!"
But the young man acted as if he hadn't heard, showing no reaction.
The young master's face grew colder, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The two tiger demon brutes returned to his side, one holding a head filled with terror, and the other carrying a mutilated body.
The terrifying and bloody scene chilled the hearts of everyone in the inn.
"I'll say this one last time."
The young master took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke slowly.
A gust of cool wind suddenly blew.
He opened his eyes wide and saw the young man standing before him.
"You..."
His pupils constricted.
The young man extended his hand, and a palm as big as a fan, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, swung down.
Bang! A muffled sound echoed.
Then, a mist of red and white blood fog enveloped the area.
The young master's body remained standing, but his head had vanished without a trace.
It had been slapped so hard that his head had exploded.
For a moment, everyone in the inn seemed to freeze.
"Noise."
Then, in the hall, a calm yet chilling voice was heard.
(End of Chapter)
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