Chapter 39: Fist Flung Him Away; Scenic Beauty Upon the Stage—Potential Wives!

At Qin Manor, Hai Bonan hadn’t just sensed the aura of the one hundred and eight spiritual artifact sword array; he’d also witnessed the Demon-Suppressing Sword in Qin Xuan’s grasp firsthand.

That Demon-Suppressing Sword was a bona fide Mystic-Grade Supreme Artifact. Even Gu Xianghan possessed no artifact of its caliber.

Therefore, when Yang Yun now inquired whether Qin Xuan needed to borrow this Heaven-Grade Top Grade Spiritual Artifact…

Pfft!

Just hearing “Heaven-Grade Top Grade,” while seeing Yang Yun’s smug grin.

Keeping a straight face was harder than lifting a spear for Hai Bonan.

“That Heaven-Grade Top Grade Spiritual Artifact is far too precious. I won’t be needing it!”

“Otherwise, if Brother Yang loses, he might claim I only won because of the artifact! That wouldn’t be honorable!”

Even Hai Bonan and Su Nianshuang couldn’t stifle their laughs, and Qin Xuan’s own lips curled upward.

He’d seen clowns before, but never one this utterly clownish.

“Lose?! How could I possibly lose?! Brother Qin, are you looking down on me?!”

Yang Yun retorted with displeasure.

“Precisely! I do look down on you! Frankly, I look down on both you AND your master!”

Qin Xuan stated bluntly.

“Audacity!”

“Insolence!”

Both Liang Ting and Yang Yun roared simultaneously.

“Since Brother Qin has such confidence, let me see if he truly deserves the status of a Core Disciple!”

BOOOOM!

As he finished speaking, Yang Yun’s sword pointed straight at Qin Xuan. A vast and overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from him.

“Incredible aura! Elder Martial Brother Yang is even closer to becoming a Grotto-Heaven Realm Colossus!”

“So enviable! I think Elder Martial Brother Yang will breakthrough to Grotto-Heaven Realm in two months, ascension to Deacon!”

“Two months? Judging by this aura, already at the limit of the Palace of Dao Realm… one month is sufficient!”

Once Yang Yun’s aura exploded, the surrounding disciples watching outside the Elder Hall gasped in admiration.

Reaching the Ninth Level of the Palace of Dao Realm already represented the peak among disciples; any further and one could become a Deacon!

Indeed, Yang Yun’s realm placed him firmly at the pinnacle amongst disciples.

It was no surprise he drew their admiration.

“Brother Qin, defend yourself!”

Gripping his sword, Yang Yun shouted “defend yourself,” yet his eyes held sheer viciousness as he launched himself straight at Qin Xuan.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan also composed himself, ready to end this clown farce.

“Soaring Dragon Movement, Dragon Piercing Heaven!”

RUMBLE!

As the words left his mouth, his figure resembled a soaring True Dragon, instantly tearing through space and vanishing from his original spot.

The next instant, Qin Xuan materialized right before Yang Yun.

Yang Yun’s pupils instantly contracted.

He’d barely taken two steps, and Qin Xuan was already upon him.

Moreover, his speed was so blindingly fast that Yang Yun couldn’t even track his movements.

Once before Yang Yun, Qin Xuan gave him a faint, fleeting smile. His right fist suddenly clenched… and shot straight towards Yang Yun’s chest!

RUMBLE!!

For this blow, Qin Xuan called upon only his physical strength.

He used not a single wisp of Spiritual Energy, wary of outright killing Yang Yun.

Yet, despite this restraint, the punch unleashed terrifying power. It instantly crumpled Yang Yun’s sternum inward!

Pfft!

A gushing fountain of blood spewed from Yang Yun’s mouth.

His body was hurled backwards by that colossal force for several miles.

Straight from the Elder Hall… onto another mountaintop.

At this moment, everyone stared at the startled birds scattering and dust clouds rising from the distant mountain peak. Utter shock gripped their hearts!

Yang Yun, at the Ninth Level of the Palace of Dao Realm, had been sent flying with a single punch by this new, white-robed youth!

“He’s a newbie?! You call THIS a newbie?! What newbie punches Yang Yun away?!”

“Why bother giving him Core Disciple status? Just make him a Deacon!”

“So that’s why Deacon Hai was scurrying around for him! I thought he wanted a disciple, turns out he meant to recruit a colleague!”

After the initial shock, the disciples erupted into heated discussion.

That Qin Xuan had flung Yang Yun kilometers away with a single punch sent waves of genuine amazement rippling through them.

After all, Qin Xuan appeared their age… yet possessed terrifying ferocity!

How could anyone not be shocked?!

“After the match, is there other business?”

Qin Xuan addressed the three Elders calmly after punching Yang Yun away.

In Qin Xuan’s eyes, buffoons like Yang Yun, even figures like the True Martial Saint… were minor characters he could suppress with a single punch.

If Yang Yun hadn’t possessed considerable comedic talent, he wouldn’t have endured his antics this long.

“Uhh… No other business. Deacon Hai, you may take him to choose a residence courtyard.

The identity token for a Core Disciple will be delivered later,”

one Elder managed to say despite their shock.

Seeing Yang Yun blown away by one punch left even the three Elders startled.

Of course, their surprise wasn’t rooted in Qin Xuan defeating Yang Yun so easily.

It lay in something else: That punch’s power stemmed purely from Qin Xuan’s physical strength!

That pure, unaided physical power could hurl Ninth Level Palace of Dao cultivators—that was the true shock for the Elders.

Quietly, each began surmising within their minds:

Qin Xuan must possess an exceptionally hardy physique… perhaps a unique bodily talent.

Maybe powerful bloodline heritage… perhaps special bones or innate gifts that amplified physical might!

Gu Xianghan’s heart flooded with fresh regret. That Qin Xuan possessed Sword Intent reaching the Second Level peak… and physical strength this staggering?

Such exceptional talent should have been his disciple!

“Excellent! I shall escort Qin Xuan to find his residence!”

Hai Bonan promptly led Qin Xuan and the two women out of the Elder Hall, bound for another mountain range to seek accommodations.

“Hmph!”

Liang Ting, witnessing Qin Xuan’s staggering strength, stormed out with a dark, rage-twisted face.

“The talent Hai Bonan attracted this time… a genuine Peerless Prodigy!”

“Indeed! Seems this cycle’s Holy Son contention just got vastly more enthralling!”

After Hai Bonan and Liang Ting departed, the three Elders exchanged a few amused remarks.

True Martial Sacred Land revered Martial Dao above all!

Martial fervor thrived here, prioritizing a disciple’s true combat prowess over raw potential—far more than other Holy Lands.

So, after Qin Xuan demonstrated strength sufficient to punch Yang Yun several kilometers, the Elders’ esteem for him grew immense.

If even Gu Xianghan—a mighty Marquis—ruefully acknowledged it was immensely regrettable he couldn’t accept Qin Xuan as a disciple… how significant this truly was!

After their brief discussion, the three Elders dispersed.

The disciples outside soon dispersed too, carrying news of “Qin Xuan punches Yang Yun flying” far and wide throughout the Holy Land.

His name rapidly spread shockwaves across the entire Sacred Land. Practically everyone knew of Qin Xuan instantaneously!

Qin Xuan, however, held little interest in celebrity fame.

He had important matters to attend to.

After Hai Bonan secured him a beautifully-situated courtyard residence…

Qin Xuan stepped outside to embark on his real purpose: the journey to find “Dao Companions”!

Upon Martial Dao Peak, atop an immensely broad sparring stage, two breathtaking figures faced one another.

One wore form-fitting dark blue martial robes—ravishingly beautiful face, a curvaceous figure of astounding voluptuousness. Prominent twin mounds filled her robes to almost overflowing. Waist and hips carved in golden proportion. Enticing as a peach!

The other wore pristine white robes—unblemished complexion pure and translucent, bright eyes framing gleaming white teeth. She exuded an air of serene purity—cherished like a white lotus needing protection. Her frame elegant and slender, skin pale and luminous—truly resembled a maiden of first love.

Below the stage surged a crowd of disciples from various peaks—predominantly male disciples!

Every pair of eyes fixated with blazing admiration upon the stage’s stunning scenery.

And Qin Xuan? He’d already muscled his way into the front row!

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