Chapter 143

Chapter 143: The Three Powerful Figures of the Spirit Realm

"Brother, do your words truly show no regard for my Taihao Heavenly Sect?"

Brother Luo’s face darkened like water, his fingers tracing an iron ring on his thumb as killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Taihao Heavenly Sect?"

Qi Wuhen pretended to ponder seriously before shaking his head. "Never heard of it."

"…"

Brother Luo and the two Taihao Heavenly Sect disciples all twisted their faces in fury. The Taihao Heavenly Sect stood at the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm and commanded great renown even in the Mysterious Realm and Star Realm.

A mere fallen native of the Yuan Realm dared insult them so?

"Yet you aren’t weak." Qi Wuhen stared at Brother Luo like he was eyeing prey, his own fighting spirit stirring. "Why not try me? See how many moves you can withstand from this master?"

"I’ll grant your wish!"

Enraged beyond measure, Brother Luo swept his sleeve upward, pulling the heavens and earth into its fabric. The world spun, earth, water, fire, and wind burst forth as if to remake creation itself.

"Not bad."

Qi Wuhen chuckled darkly. Gripping his divine spear, a glint of light erupted from its tip. Unstoppable as splitting bamboo, the spear shattered Brother Luo’s technique and aimed straight for his neck.

Swoosh!

The thrust appeared unremarkable, yet was utterly unavoidable.

A trickle of cold sweat slid down Brother Luo’s forehead. With a sharp cry, a scroll painted with lush mountains and rivers flew from his sleeve. As it unfurled, Qi Wuhen was instantly trapped within the landscape.

But before Brother Luo could even catch his breath, Qi Wuhen burst through the River Diagram, spear thrusting forward once more.

"Brother, be careful!"

The beautiful woman cried out anxiously.

Though Brother Luo’s cultivation had reached the Saint realm, he was clearly outmatched by Qi Wuhen.

"Great Luo Heaven!"

Brother Luo poured all his power into his iron ring. As the ring flew off, it instantly unfolded a miraculous realm — the Great Luo Heaven — within which towered a massive deity-demon.

It was Brother Luo’s primordial spirit.

Qi Wuhen’s spear stabbed forward, but the distance between him and Brother Luo stretched impossibly far, rendering the thrust futile.

"Hmm, some skill."

A strange light flickered in Qi Wuhen’s eyes. This Brother Luo excelled at spatial magic, using it to evade his attacks.

Yet to Qi Wuhen, he was merely stalling for time.

"Sundering the Sun!"

Qi Wuhen flicked his spear, divine patterns swirling upward as his weapon surged like a dragon.

Crack!

Under its force, who could contend?

The eruption of the Sundering Sun obliterated the Great Luo Heaven instantly. Qi Wuhen’s spear struck the iron ring head-on, shattering the sacred artifact to pieces.

Brother Luo’s face turned pale with terror as his entire body vanished into the void.

The crowd stared in stunned silence.

"As one of the most renowned talents within the Taihao Heavenly Sect, Luo Yu couldn’t even last ten breaths against him," exclaimed a cultivator from the Spirit Realm, trembling with shock.

"This man’s origins are unknown, yet he hails from the Yuan Realm. He must be a prodigy listed on the Hidden Dragon List. We dare not underestimate him."

"Trying to flee?"

Qi Wuhen snorted with contempt. His divine spear pierced through the void like an instrument of death itself, nailing Luo Yu deep within the void’s depths, rendering him immobile.

"Since the Taihao Heavenly Sect is so famous, this young master will leave you pinned here, awaiting a real opponent."

Qi Wuhen released the divine spear and crossed his arms.

"…"

Fear mingled with outrage among the spectators. After this day, Luo Yu would forever be marked by shame.

"Senior Brother!" shrieked the beautiful woman.

"Sister, you wish to save him?" Qi Wuhen chuckled playfully. "This young master cherishes delicate flowers and precious jade. I never give women a hard time."

"You… You truly mean that?" stammered the beautiful woman, eyeing Qi Wuhen with wary suspicion.

"A gentleman’s word is irrevocable! As an upright man unafraid of heaven or earth, how could I go back on my word?" Qi Wuhen’s grin widened.

"Senior Brother Luo, I’ll rescue you!"

Her expression softening with relief, the beautiful woman immediately flew deep into the void to save Luo Yu.

Thump!

She gripped the divine spear with one hand and channeled her magical power, attempting to wrench it free from Luo Yu’s body.

"Ahhh!"

But the moment she exerted force, Luo Yu let out a bloodcurdling shriek. Half his body burst open. Yet, the spear remained firmly nailed through his primordial spirit, freezing him in place.

"You said you wouldn’t make things difficult for me!" Tears brimmed her eyes as she glared at Qi Wuhen, her eyes reddening.

Qi Wuhen shrugged innocently. "Sister, I kept my word. I haven’t troubled you in the slightest. Your own lack of strength prevents you from saving him. How is that my fault?"

"This guy is truly something," muttered Ye Xu, a strange light flickering in his eyes. Qi Wuhen’s methods were ingenious, and his skin was remarkably thick.

The crowd grew even more apprehensive. Qi Wuhen was undeniably using Luo Yu to assert his dominance.

"You…" Furious yet unable to refute him, the beautiful woman’s gaze hardened with resentment. "Humiliating the Taihao Heavenly Sect like this… When Senior Sister Two and Senior Brother Seven arrive, they will surely make you rue the day." She turned to the others. "Esteemed Senior Brothers, we all hail from the Spirit Realm. Should we not work together as one to deal with this fiend? How can we let him shame our realm?"

"Junior Sister Lin," a voice cut in coolly, "he shamed the Taihao Heavenly Sect. That has nothing to do with us."

A young man sneered coldly.

This woman’s tricks were utterly clumsy, thinking she could force them onto the same boat.

"Kid, hurry and inform Nangong Zhandao to come out and fight me," Qi Wuhen ignored the Spirit Realm cultivators, fixing his gaze on Li Ruofeng. "If he doesn’t show up within one ke, I’ll storm the Red Dust Demon Sect."

"Senior Brother, my words hold no weight here," Li Ruofeng’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. "You’d better just break in."

"…"

Qi Wuhen’s lip twitched. He’d only been bluffing—how could he actually invade the Red Dust Demon Sect? This lad looked around his age, yet he was strangely earnest.

As everyone knew, the Red Dust Demon Sect housed two top-tier quasi-emperors. Without their guardianship, the sect would’ve fallen long ago.

"Giggle…"

Ye Xian’er’s laughter tinkled like silver bells. "This guy loves to boast! Serves him right!"

As her laugh rang out, many cultivators turned toward the gourd floating in the sky.

The crowd spotted Ye Xu and his companion.

Yet none paid them much heed.

"That little brat," Qi Wuhen grunted. "I’ll deal with her sooner or later."

"What’s going on here?"

Suddenly, a deep, magnetic voice resonated. A tall, straight-backed figure materialized out of thin air—a purple-robed man with jade-like features, sword-like brows, and star-like eyes.

He exuded an air of dignified nobility, clearly a figure of significant stature.

The purple-robed man’s gaze fell on Luo Yu, whose body had been severed in half, and his brow furrowed slightly. He then turned to the beautiful woman. "Who did this?"

"Senior Brother Seven! You’ve finally come!"

The beautiful woman seemed to spot her savior, her face lighting up with relief. She immediately pointed at Qi Wuhen. "It was him!"

"Well now…" Qi Wuhen raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "So you’re the Senior Brother Seven he mentioned? Think you’re tough enough to discipline me?"

The purple-robed man’s eyes sharpened like blades, radiating piercing intensity.

"Who are you?"

He hadn’t acted rashly. As he spoke, a wisp of green light shot into the void’s depths, coiling around the divine spear. Inch by inch, it began loosening the weapon.

"Think you can rescue him without my say-so?"

Qi Wuhen’s expression darkened. With a mere thought, a resonant roar from the spear split the clouds. The weapon trembled violently, shattering the green light before plunging deep into Luo Yu’s primordial spirit.

"Senior Brother…"

Luo Yu’s primordial spirit began dissolving. The glow faded slowly from his remaining eye.

"Brother Luo!"

The beautiful woman stood frozen in shock. She’d never imagined Qi Wuhen would be so deranged as to subdue Luo Yu publicly.

Luo Yu’s status was leagues above Yue Changqing’s.

He was a core disciple.

In the entire Taihao Heavenly Sect, there were only a little over a hundred of them, and each was a pillar of the sect’s future.

"You dare to kill a member of my Taihao Heavenly Sect right in front of me?"

The purple-robed man was furious, as the Taihao Heavenly Sect was a prestigious presence in all realms, so how could there be such an audacious person in a puny Yuan Realm?

"The good show is about to begin."

Ye Xu sat on a gourd and took out spirit fruits and fine wine from nowhere, pouring himself a drink.

Once Luo Yu died, the divine spear flew back into Qi Wuhen’s hands.

He planted the divine spear on the ground and said dismissively, "So what if this young master killed him?"

"Then repay with your life!"

A green sword light shot out from the purple-robed man’s sleeve, and with one slash, heaven and earth were torn into countless pieces, the power of the laws erupted, and a force of annihilation instantly engulfed Qi Wuhen.

"Well come!"

Qi Wuhen showed not a trace of fear; instead, he laughed loudly at the sky.

Clang!

He slapped the divine spear, and endless thunder erupted from its tip, instantly shattering the purple-robed man’s sword light, and when the spear tip clashed with the sword tip, terrifying power exploded.

Boom!

That section of space burst apart, affecting hundreds of zhang.

This was due to the two controlling their power; otherwise, with just that one blow, half of the Red Dust Demon Sect would have been destroyed.

"Why has Junior Brother Meng started fighting with someone?"

"Who is that man?"

At that moment, presences appeared one after another, and six figures materialized, with both men and women, and each aura was extremely powerful with a solid foundation, as even the weakest was at mid saint realm.

The six cultivators were not old and were clearly top geniuses from various sects of the Spirit Realm.

A woman in gray robes stared at the two fighting, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Her aura was strange and undulating—though she stood right in front, it gave a hazy sensation, making her face unclear and rather mysterious.

But her strength was the strongest, as she was a genius at saint level perfection.

She was the Senior Sister Two mentioned by the beautiful woman, the second genius of Taihao Heavenly Sect—Bu Linglong.

"Senior brother…"

"Senior sister…"

Seeing the six arrive, the cultivators from the Spirit Realm in front of the Red Dust Demon Sect gate all bowed respectfully with reverent expressions.

"It’s getting more and more exciting."

Ye Xu drank on his own, feeling extremely satisfied.

If he were holed up in Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, how could he witness such a scene?

It was just a pity that he was too strong; otherwise, he could have displayed his peerless prowess.

"Senior Sister Two!"

The beautiful woman was immensely surprised. Senior Sister Two had arrived in the Yuan Realm three days prior but hadn’t rushed to the Red Dust Demon Sect. Her timing now was perfect.

She recounted events to the woman in gray robes, pleading, "Senior sister, you must see justice done for Brother Luo and Junior Brother Yue! That villain must be brought to justice!"

"To my knowledge," solemnly stated a tall man nearby, "only Nangong Zhandao on the Yuan Realm’s Hidden Dragon List possesses Sage cultivation. This man belongs to the Yuan Realm yet wields Sage power—surely he came from Godfall Ridge."

At this statement, the woman in gray robes and the others all flinched visibly. The name Godfall Ridge struck fear across all realms.

"Linglong," the tall man said coolly, "you’ve kicked against a thorn this time."

"What of Godfall Ridge?" Bu Linglong’s face turned as cold as frost, her voice icy. "Our Taihao Heavenly Sect has dominated the lower realms for millions of years. We do not fear true immortals, much less some lone genius emerging from Godfall Ridge. He isn’t worthy of my dread."

"Who is that man?" Bu Linglong’s gaze flicked to the gourd, her expression tightening.

"I don’t know," the beautiful woman shook her head. "They arrived with that young man. Likely also from Godfall Ridge."

"Senior sister, are you going to make a move against them?"

"…"

Every word of this conversation reached Ye Xu’s ears clearly.

He stood there utterly bewildered.

Had he somehow become the subject of this gossip?

Bu Linglong frowned slightly. Ye Xu’s aura eluded her perception, stirring caution in her. Recklessly attacking him was naturally out of the question.

"Since they arrived together, one can assume they are also from Godfall Ridge," Bu Linglong said lightly. "No need to rush. Let Junior Brother Meng deal with him."

All eyes turned to the battlefield.

Qi Wuhen and the purple-robed man were locked in fierce combat, seemingly evenly matched.

But Bu Linglong could discern that Qi Wuhen’s magic power was profoundly vast. Each strike was large and open, yet intricate within that grandeur. Moreover, he commanded numerous powers of the laws, all exceedingly profound.

With time, Meng Baiyu was certain to lose.

The other four watched Bu Linglong with mocking interest, eager to see how she would handle this.

These four hailed from the Holy Sect of Transformation and the Empress Nuwa’s divine clans, paramount forces of the Spirit Realm, standing alongside the Taihao Heavenly Sect as one of the three great powers.

"If Meng Baiyu loses to this person right here, the Taihao Heavenly Sect’s face will be utterly trampled."