Chapter 390 A Duel of One Sword

From a distance, the disciples of Tianqing Holy Land were stunned, their mouths slightly open and their minds blank.

Senior Brother Chen Fei… what does he mean by this?

Just moments ago, he scolded them for trying to stir up trouble, and now he was the one rushing to cause it? Wasn’t that a bit too much?

Yan Wujiao, hearing Chen Fei’s arrogant words, actually showed a trace of admiration.

“Chen Fei, your talent is exceptional, rarely seen in the world. Tell me then—what is righteousness? What is evil?”

Mu Yunsu, though concerned, quickly flew over and landed beside Chen Fei. She turned to the others and ordered,

“Don’t follow me!”

This kind of question was often part of a “heart trial” for those entering the sect. Chen Fei had never formally undergone such a test. Even Mu Yunsu was curious about how he would answer.

Chen Fei glanced at Yan Wujiao and calmly responded:

“If the heart is righteous, then it is righteous.”

Yan Wujiao laughed.

“If one is born into chaos, and raised among wolves and tigers, how could there be right or wrong? Everything becomes instinct. Would you still call that righteous?”

Without hesitation, Chen Fei replied:

“That question seems better suited for a demon cultivator than for me.”

Yan Wujiao was briefly stunned.

Ask the demon cultivators? That would spark a brawl on the spot!

“Now I’m even more interested in you, Chen Fei.” Yan Wujiao smiled and shook his head.

Chen Fei replied coldly,

“Sorry. I’m more interested in women.”

This comment made many evil cultivators narrow their eyes. That was a pretty blatant jab at their sect master.

But Yan Wujiao wasn’t ready to give up.

Chen Fei had just stepped into the Human Dao Realm, and his understanding of the Dao was likely still shallow. If he could sow a little doubt or confusion here, he might just pull Chen Fei into darkness.

After all, manipulating the heart was what evil cultivators did best.

“Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs; the sage is heartless, treating the people as straw dogs. Tell me, Chen Fei—is a sage righteous or evil?”

Mu Yunsu’s face changed. She anxiously looked at Chen Fei.

This was a dangerous question. Even a single word could shake someone’s Dao heart. The best course would be to say nothing at all.

But staying silent might allow his heart to be led astray. She was clearly distressed.

If Chen Fei hadn’t had the experience inside the Dream of the Caged World, he might have been thrown into confusion by this question. After all, how do you choose between saving one or saving many? Isn’t a single life just as valuable?

But… when he cut open the heavenly palace with his greatsword, and saw those once-mighty immortals scrambling in panic, he found his answer.

“Follow fate, accept consequence. Today, I understand—I am me.”

His voice was resolute. His eyes locked onto Yan Wujiao.

All the evil cultivators were stunned.

Even Mu Yunsu was momentarily speechless. She stared at Chen Fei in awe.

He let out a light chuckle.

“Was that answer satisfying enough, Master Yan?”

Yan Wujiao paused, then squinted deeply at Chen Fei:

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

Chen Fei said nothing more. His gaze turned toward the evil cultivator ranks.

“Qin Shuang, weren’t you looking for me this whole time? What now? Don’t dare come out?”

From the crowd, Qin Shuang stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowed.

Because of Chen Fei’s imposing words earlier, the surrounding evil cultivators instinctively parted to make way—almost as if they were afraid of being caught in his gaze.

At this moment, Yan Wujiao truly developed a killing intent.

He could see it clearly: if Chen Fei reached the Heavenly Dao Realm, he would become a powerful threat.

But just as his killing intent rose, Mu Yunsu turned to look at him with a calm gaze—and the aura of the Tianqing Patriarch briefly appeared.

Yan Wujiao’s face changed. He said nothing more.

Qin Shuang couldn’t stand seeing Chen Fei commanding such presence. It sparked a deep, indescribable fear within her.

“Leaving so quietly now?” Chen Fei’s gaze turned cold.

“Where’s my child?”

Qin Shuang smirked, her hand touching her belly.

“Relax. Until it’s born, it’ll be safe.”

It wasn’t that Qin Shuang had any true affection for the child. Her Master at Ding Mountain had given her explicit orders to protect it. She understood priorities.

Chen Fei frowned. Her behavior was completely different from before.

Last time, she had been furious at the mere mention of the child—wanted to refine it, even. Now she was speaking calmly?

Which of her words were true? Which were lies?

“One sword,” Chen Fei said quietly.

“Wait.” A voice rang out—Fan Chen stepped forward.

“Chen Fei, I’ve been wanting to cross swords with you for a long time. How about this single strike—let me take it instead?”

Fan Chen had no particular grudge against Qin Shuang, but he had always wanted to fight Chen Fei.

Chen Fei glanced at him and chuckled.

“Sure.”

He’d come to confront Qin Shuang and—if her attitude really had changed—he didn’t want to risk hurting the unborn child. Letting Fan Chen take her place was no issue.

More importantly, this was a public statement—a message to Tianqing Holy Land:

He still held the power to pressure the evil cultivators!

Yan Wujiao glanced at Fan Chen but said nothing. He chose to observe.

Mu Yunsu also saw through Chen Fei’s intent. If she intervened now, it would only draw the ire of the evil cultivators. And among them, there were many Heavenly Dao cultivators watching. Even if the Tianqing Patriarch could shield Chen Fei from attacks, the shockwaves alone could kill him.

Still… Chen Fei had stepped forward.

Fan Chen had been too focused during his own fight with Duo Mingzi to observe Chen Fei earlier, but he had since watched Chen Fei fight—and was filled with the urge to test himself.

“Since it’s just one strike, I’ll respond with one move. Let’s settle it in a single exchange.”

As he spoke, two fiery birds chirped and landed on his hands.

He was calling forth the power of karma fire!

Seeing Fan Chen’s move, it was actually the evil cultivators who reacted most strongly—they instinctively backed away.

Even Yan Wujiao took a few steps back.

After all, karma fire burns the soul—and the stronger the soul, the worse it burns.

Mu Yunsu also stepped back instinctively.

Chen Fei calmly ran his hand across his massive, edgeless sword.

“This sword strike… is called Heaven-Crushing.”

Fan Chen raised an eyebrow.

“Then I’ll be waiting to receive it.”

His eyes showed a rare seriousness.

He knew this wouldn’t be an ordinary attack. If he underestimated it, he could easily end up humiliated. His arms trembled slightly, as formless karma flames surged across his body.

Unlike the others who winced from the burning, he wore a smile of pleasure—as if enjoying the pain.