Chapter 95: A Second Encounter with Heifeng Sanren

Chapter 95: A Second Encounter with Heifeng Sanren (Donation Extra Chapter)

Since he had already achieved Foundation Building breakthrough, Xiao Chen naturally took a direct route back to Lihuo Sect instead of sneaking through side paths.

As he traveled, Xiao Chen examined the magic artifact he’d recently acquired.

The Triangle Scarf required no analysis—he immediately refined it and stored it in his storage bag.

The damaged jade bowl, however, still held potential for repair.

But just as Azure Water Peak came into distant view, a spiritual sense swept past him from the roadside. Almost instantly, a sword beam slashed through the air from the side.

The moment Xiao Chen detected the attack, he slapped his storage bag.

The Triangle Scarf shot out, blocking his front as it enveloped the incoming flying sword.

“This time, let’s see where you run to!”

A familiar voice rang out.

Xiao Chen simultaneously activated his Golden Armor Technique and looked up. Heifeng Sanren stood there, his face dark with rage, a luminous pearl floating above his head. In his hand, he channeled a talisman.

In a flash, the talisman transformed into a cascading water curtain, sealing off a hundred-meter radius.

“You’ve kept me waiting a long time.”

Heifeng Sanren’s face twisted with resentment.

He meant it. To intercept Xiao Chen’s return to the sect, he’d lain in wait here for fifteen days straight after failing to track him down previously.

Xiao Chen thought his Foundation Building breakthrough had taken mere days in cultivation, but three days had already passed in the outside world. Combined with his journey and the blazing crimson clouds across the sky, the delay stretched to half a month.

Heifeng Sanren, meanwhile, had endured half a month of harsh vigil. Living off Bigu Pills alone, he’d suffered bitterly—sleepless nights, constantly leaping up at every rustle of grass, fearing he’d miss Xiao Chen’s return.

His desperation stemmed from the Jiang family’s relentless pressure. Jiang Changhua had even warned that if Heifeng Sanren failed to eliminate Xiao Chen, their cooperation would end.

If Heifeng Sanren were truly a solitary cultivator, he could have ignored the Jiangs.

But in truth, he was a spy for the Divine Flame Cult, tasked with infiltrating the Jiang family to sway them to his sect.

Thus, he had no choice but to endure the wait near Lihuo Sect.

Seeing Heifeng Sanren, Xiao Chen first froze, then felt a surge of delight.

Perfect. I was wondering where to find you to settle our debt—turns out you hadn’t fled after all.

He hadn’t expected his foe to persist this long.

Xiao Chen hurled the jade bowl forward, channeling a torrent of mana into it until it expanded to match the water curtain’s size, then inverted it downward.

“Hmm? What trickery is this?”

Heifeng Sanren started, puzzled.

He’d used the talisman to trap Xiao Chen, fearing escape.

Yet now Xiao Chen used his own artifact to seal the area?

What was he planning?

No matter—kill him first.

After his previous failure, Heifeng Sanren had reflected deeply. Last time, he’d underestimated Xiao Chen, assuming a mere Cultivation Stage cultivator would die easily. He’d wasted time taunting, allowing escape.

This time, he acted immediately, chanting an incantation to conjure a ten-foot-long fire dragon before him.

But in that brief moment—

Xiao Chen swept his hand, summoning nine blazing scarlet clouds, each ten feet wide. They clustered, then scattered, obscuring his figure.

Five clouds held their ground while four drifted toward Heifeng Sanren.

Heifeng Sanren sneered. Still using illusions?

Did Xiao Chen not know Foundation Building cultivators possessed spiritual senses?

“This spell actually blocks my spiritual sense?!”

Heifeng Sanren had seen spells that blocked spiritual senses before, but never from a Cultivation Stage cultivator.

After a brief shock, he scoffed. “Hmph. Just cheap tricks.”

He directed the fire dragon at the nearest cloud. “Such parlor tricks won’t save you from true power.”

Boom!

A thunderous explosion erupted, radiating dazzling light.

Misfortune struck—the fire dragon slammed into a cloud glowing with crimson flames. The beast’s head erupted in silent agony, shattering into sparks like fireworks.

“What?!”

Heifeng Sanren’s face paled. “A second-tier spell?! You’ve reached Foundation Building?!”

“This is impossible! You were still a Cultivation Stage cultivator half a month ago! Who are you?!”

His first thought: a Foundation Building expert had disguised himself as bait.

Xiao Chen said nothing, guiding the remaining clouds toward Heifeng Sanren with his spiritual sense.

As danger closed in, Heifeng Sanren hastily raised a water curtain for defense and conjured a fireball, splitting it into ten projectiles to strike all the clouds at once—aiming to expose Xiao Chen’s position.

A swift counter, but the blazing clouds—second-tier spells—weren’t so easily broken.

Each cloud had moderate defensive power, easily shrugging off his barrage. Three struck his water curtain simultaneously.

Suddenly—

A chill gripped Heifeng Sanren’s heart, as if catastrophe loomed.

He barely drew a square shield from his storage bag before the impact hurled him backward, crashing into the jade bowl nearby.

Pu!

Blood gushed from his mouth. His insides felt shattered.

Struggling upright, he watched in despair as the clouds regrouped, replenishing their numbers before scattering again—five stationary, four advancing.

Heifeng Sanren drew a Heart-Piercing Nail, desperate for a counter. But without spiritual sense, he couldn’t target the right cloud.

Whoever knew how to evade the Heart-Piercing Nail’s tracking? Only one man lived—Li Zhou.

Wait—only Xiao Chen.

Realization struck. This was Xiao Chen.

But how? In just half a month, Xiao Chen had not only broken through to Foundation Building but mastered such formidable spells?

“Die!”

Heifeng Sanren roared, targeting the rightmost cloud.

The Heart-Piercing Nail streaked like a meteor, piercing the cloud.

Boom! Boom!

Two explosions thundered.

The nail rocketed skyward, striking the jade bowl’s base before plummeting.

Heifeng Sanren’s body erupted in a misty defense, but his waist exploded—cut clean in two.

“Wrong guess.”

Xiao Chen, clad in Golden Armor, leapt from a cloud, landing beside Heifeng Sanren’s dying form. He crouched, locking eyes with him.

“Remember what you said last time? Let me return those three lines to you.”

“Today, you got caught—your own bad luck.”

“Next time, open your eyes wider before picking a fight.”

“And in the underworld, remember—Xiao Chen killed you.”

(End of Chapter)

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