Chapter 274: Soul-Crushing Slope

Bringing Leng Yue out of the Ziqing Palace had been a moment of inspiration for Chen Fei.

However, Leng Yue hadn’t experienced what he had. As she gazed at the gloomy landscape of Tianzhang Mountain, she felt little desire to admire it and soon returned to the palace. She claimed it was for strategic advantage—so she could ambush the Peach Blossom Enchantress when the time came.

Yet upon returning, her face was flushed.

The memory of Chen Fei’s smile amidst the bleak scenery stayed with her, making the entire scene feel vividly alive in her mind—lingering long after her return…

Meanwhile, Chen Fei had one hand clamped around the neck of a demonic cultivator.

The man was clearly terrified and stammered,

“Please don’t be angry, senior! I’m only following Lady Peach Blossom’s orders. She summoned the others to gather at Soul-Crushing Slope.”

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes, then let go.

Though his expression remained cold, a shock went through his heart.

He hadn’t sensed time passing at all while trapped in that eerie temple.

But now, he realized—four days had passed!

It was the fifth day since the Tianzhang Mountain mystic realm had opened.

He had been unconscious for four entire days inside that strange temple!

That alone proved how unusual the place was—and Monk Bu Yu even more so.

“Soul-Crushing Slope?” Chen Fei asked, his tone icy.

“Yes! It’s the core region of Tianzhang Mountain!” the demonic cultivator replied quickly, afraid of provoking Chen Fei further.

As someone used to the law of the jungle, he knew strength reigned supreme—especially in the world of dark cultivators.

“Take me there,” Chen Fei ordered, raising an eyebrow.

He had searched long and hard for the Peach Blossom Enchantress, and now she was delivering herself straight to him!

Still, he didn’t plan to act rashly just yet.

His true goal this time was the Blood Fiend Array formation—arguably the most valuable treasure in the entire mystic realm.

He suspected the Peach Blossom Enchantress was after it too.

After all, a Blood Fiend Array was a legitimate sect-protecting formation.

Just think: the Skyreach Holy Land had their own Dao Armament as a sect guardian.

If the demonic sects could obtain something like the Blood Fiend Array, maybe they wouldn’t have to keep running and hiding anymore.

“Yes, senior! I’ll take you there right away!” the dark cultivator agreed eagerly.

Honestly, this task of delivering messages wasn’t easy.

Most demonic cultivators had bad tempers. If he interrupted their treasure hunting—even in Lady Peach Blossom’s name—they might still kill him just for annoying them.

But now, being “escorted” by someone like Chen Fei to the core zone? That was the best-case scenario.

Chen Fei followed the man—who introduced himself as Wu Dong—to Soul-Crushing Slope, the very heart of Tianzhang Mountain.

The closer they got, the more powerful cultivators Chen Fei could sense in the area.

“Senior Chen, we’ve arrived. But according to Lady Peach Blossom’s orders, we should stay in the eastern section to avoid unnecessary conflict,” Wu Dong said, cautiously glancing at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei nodded indifferently, then walked over to a particularly clean-looking tent nearby.

Wu Dong opened his mouth to warn him that someone already occupied that tent, but Chen Fei was already moving.

He stepped forward without hesitation.

“Who’s there?!”

A voice shouted from inside the tent.

An instant later, a blade wrapped in cold light slashed outward—aimed straight at Chen Fei’s chest.

Chen Fei didn’t even flinch.

He simply flicked his finger—

Evil God Finger!

A surge of sinister energy erupted forth.

Everyone watching nearby felt a chill in their hearts.

This guy… is strong.

Wu Dong, who had already experienced Chen Fei’s methods, actually looked excited.

He had beef with the tent’s current owner—but hadn’t dared provoke him. Now? Chen Fei casually picked that exact tent.

Robbery by force was an everyday occurrence for demonic cultivators.

If you liked something, you could either pay for it—or just take it, if you were strong enough.

“Bastard! You’ve gone too far!” the tent owner yelled in anger.

But the Evil God Finger was already upon him.

He had no choice but to draw his blade to defend himself.

Clang!

The weapon shattered.

Yet the sinister force didn’t stop—it kept coming straight for his face.

“Damn it!”

Panic flashed across his eyes.

He hesitated for only a moment—then tried to raise his hand to block.

He had faith in his own strength.

Sure, his blade had broken—but the attack must’ve weakened too, right?

Nope.

The moment his fingers touched the oncoming force, a chilling aura surged into his bloodstream, freezing it in place.

He couldn’t pull back even if he wanted to.

Before his eyes, his fingers turned gray—the same color as the Evil God Finger.

Worse—he could no longer feel his own hand.

Panic set in.

With a grimace, he made a painful decision.

He cut off his own entire arm—just to survive.

He stared at Chen Fei with a mix of horror and awe.

Nearby demonic cultivators had initially been watching with amused expressions.

But seeing the cold, decisive brutality of Chen Fei’s attack… they sobered up.

Their gazes grew cautious.

“What’s going on here?”

A harsh voice interrupted them.

An old man appeared—gray-haired and bearded, with a cold, cruel expression.

His eyes were sharp as blades as he stared down Chen Fei.

Chen Fei returned the gaze calmly, completely unfazed.

This unyielding attitude caused the elder to frown slightly.

“Elder, you must stand up for me! I don’t even know this guy! He attacked me for no reason!” the armless cultivator began to sob and complain.

“Don’t you know this is a major operation for our Twin Lotus Sect?” the elder barked, looking at Chen Fei.

“I didn’t know,” Chen Fei replied flatly, without a trace of apology.

Wu Dong quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

“This is Senior Chen. He just arrived and was looking for a quiet place to cultivate. He simply liked the look of that tent…”

All this trouble over a tent?

The elder could hardly believe it.

If Chen Fei had been weak, he would’ve crushed him on the spot—to establish authority and warn the others.

But no—Chen Fei radiated a strong and steady pressure.

He couldn’t find a single weakness.

In fact, he felt a threatening pressure from Chen Fei’s very presence.

He quickly abandoned any thought of confrontation.

“They say ignorance is no sin,” the elder muttered.

“Right now, this is a major event for our Twin Lotus Sect. If it succeeds, everyone will benefit. So let’s all keep the peace.”

In saying so, he had effectively condoned Chen Fei’s actions.

The injured cultivator could only grind his teeth and swallow his grievance.

No one dared say a word more.