Chapter 326: The Unlucky Bastard

The young man’s smile faded, and a flash of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

As Chen Fei charged toward him, he reached into his robes.

Just as Chen Fei drew near, the youth suddenly flicked his hand—

a cold gleam flashed through the air.

“A magical weapon!”

Chen Fei’s heart tensed, but he didn’t panic.

Forming hand seals, he summoned the Yin-Yang Five Elements Seal, and precisely struck the oncoming flash.

But at the moment of contact, the cold light exploded—

shattering into a misty fog that instantly engulfed the space between them.

“Junior Brother Chen, you’re too careless!”

“Even in a spar, one must never lower their guard!”

The youth’s voice echoed smugly from within the fog.

Chen Fei frowned.

This guy actually had some skill.

The mist not only concealed vision but also disrupted spiritual sense—a rare and refined technique.

Even Chen Fei was caught off guard.

As the fog swirled, Chen Fei sensed over a dozen shadowy figures surrounding him.

They were indistinct, but every single one launched attacks toward him.

“Interesting…” Chen Fei raised a brow.

Though he despised the young man’s underhanded tactics, he had to admit—his method was impressive.

Especially this fog—it wasn’t just an illusion, it physically blocked spiritual detection.

And these shadowy attackers? Most likely decoys created by illusion techniques.

But before Chen Fei could act further, a surge of force slammed into his greatsword and knocked him backward.

At the same time, the other shadows attacked in unison.

Chen Fei twisted midair, released his grip on the sword, and raised his hand—controlling the weapon midair with a Sword Control Art!

The sight stunned the young man.

He’d never imagined that someone could use sword control on such a massive, blunt-edged weapon.

Just how powerful must Chen Fei’s spiritual power be to do that?

Chen Fei spun his arm with a grunt of effort.

Honestly? Controlling the giant sword like this was exhausting.

But in return, the attack’s power was monstrous.

“Split!” Chen Fei shouted.

The massive sword turned into a shadowy blur, slicing the air itself.

With a roaring gale, the sword cut through the fog, dispersing it instantly.

Finally, Chen Fei locked eyes on the youth’s true location.

“Found you!”

With a flash, Chen Fei appeared right in front of him.

“You—!”

The youth, who had hidden within the fog preparing more tricks, was caught completely off guard.

Panic spread across his face as he instinctively tried to retreat.

But Chen Fei’s hand had already pressed hard against his chest.

“Too late to regret now.”

BOOM!

A loud explosion echoed through the sky—

the young man was blasted like a cannonball into the ground, smashing into the plaza below.

The fog cleared, and everyone could finally see the battlefield clearly.

Especially that floating, massive sword—still suspended midair through sword control—left the onlookers with gaping mouths.

One thought echoed in everyone’s mind:

“Wait… THAT’S possible?”

Chen Fei landed lightly on the ground.

Then he bowed respectfully and said:

“Greetings, Sect Leader Mu.”

Mu Yunshu had arrived.

Her cold face emerged before the crowd. The moment they recognized her, everyone bowed in panic:

“Greetings, Sect Leader!”

“Enjoying the show, are we?”

Mu Yunshu’s voice was icy.

A chill ran down everyone’s spines.

They immediately shook their heads and fell silent, denying everything with awkward smiles.

“Fighting over the Saint Heir position, is it?”

She turned her gaze to Chen Fei.

Chen Fei responded with a sheepish grin.

Mu Yunshu snorted and looked down at the young man embedded in the ground.

Chen Fei had struck with full force.

The youth’s chest was completely caved in, his body unconscious—

even if he survived, most of his cultivation would be crippled.

Too ruthless.

Mu Yunshu glanced again at Chen Fei.

Right now, Chen Fei wore a look of innocence, as if he were completely harmless.

Mu Yunshu could only sigh and shake her head.

“The world is in chaos, evil cultivators are running rampant,

and here you are—messing around in the sect!

Don’t you people have anything better to do?!

Starting tomorrow, all inner sect disciples will descend the mountain to hunt down evil cultivators.

Until your missions are complete—you’re not coming back!”

Her voice was like thunder.

Faces turned pale, and many hurried to flee before Mu Yunshu noticed them.

No doubt about it—her authority was terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling plaza was nearly empty—

leaving only Chen Fei and the unlucky bastard still unconscious on the ground.

“Such a heavy hand. No consideration for your fellow disciples?”

Mu Yunshu narrowed her eyes at Chen Fei.

“Disciple admits his mistake…”

Chen Fei sighed in mock guilt.

Mu Yunshu stared at him for a long moment, then sighed too.

Strictly speaking, Chen Fei hadn’t done anything truly wrong.

It was likely the burden of merit debt that had pushed him to this extreme.

“You don’t need to repay your merit debt in a rush.

Take your time.

In the future, when you’re out in the world,

you’ll need your fellow disciples.

If you offend everyone now,

no one will come to your aid when you’re in trouble.”

Her voice softened a bit—this was a sincere warning.

Chen Fei gave her a wry smile.

“So, Sect Leader, you used me as a hammer to knock sense into the others?”

Mu Yunshu’s expression froze.

She glared at him.

“Don’t get smart with me!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chen Fei replied with a sigh.

Arguing with a strong-willed woman… never easy.

“Since Elder Wang has already contacted you,

focus on your recovery.

The Dark Gate mission will be extremely dangerous—stay sharp.

As for the Saint Heir competition…

I don’t know what the Grand Elder is thinking, honestly. Sigh.”

Clearly, Mu Yunshu didn’t approve of the current system—

and worry laced her tone.

Ever since the Blood Burial Secret Realm emerged,

the Blood Cloud Sect had risen dramatically.

With their insidious mind-control techniques,

they’d plunged the entire Xuanhuang Continent into war.

Under the Heaven’s Apex Sacred Land’s pressure,

nations had once existed in controlled peace for a thousand years.

But now?

The evil cultivators had driven kings and empires into madness.

Full-scale wars followed—and the result was always the same:

Suffering of the common people.

Chen Fei didn’t know how to respond to that, so he stayed silent.

Mu Yunshu noticed his silence and looked momentarily disappointed.

But she quickly realized—

With Chen Fei’s current cultivation, even if he had ideas, he couldn’t act on them yet.

She dropped the topic.

“Go back.

This matter ends here.

The mission to the Dark Gate will earn you enough merit.

No need to go around beating up your senior brothers.”

Before leaving, she gave one last look at the young man still embedded in the ground.

A sect is like a miniature society.

It will always be filled with all sorts of people—

and no matter how great the sect, not every disciple would be righteous or noble.

Because in the end, where there is benefit, there is ambition.

Especially in a place like the Heaven’s Apex Sacred Land,

every successful disciple represented an entire family,

bound by countless tangled interests.

To find someone who could hold onto their true self in all this…

was rare indeed.