Chapter 106: A Living Witness

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The biggest difference between martial techniques and spell techniques lies in the way spiritual energy is utilized.
Martial techniques channel spiritual energy through martial forms, maximizing its destructive power. However, the fundamental strength of the spiritual energy itself does not change.
On the other hand, spell techniques combine spiritual energy with mental power. Under the support of mental power, spiritual energy can be significantly enhanced and then unleashed in the form of martial techniques, making its power far more terrifying than that of an ordinary spiritual master.
Therefore, when Chen Fei suddenly unleashed a sword light, everyone mistook it for a mere martial technique. Only Senior Brother Yan, who was engulfed by the sword light, realized the truth—this was not just a martial technique, but a martial technique supported by spell power.
The sword light was immensely powerful, shattering all of Senior Brother Yan’s phantom images almost instantly before striking his true body.
Boom!
The sword light easily shattered his protective barrier, crushed his external spiritual energy, and then slashed directly onto his body.
“Ahhh!”
A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Senior Brother Yan’s mouth.
By the time everyone realized something was wrong and moved to block the sword light, he had already been pierced through by countless sword beams.
This once-mighty genius disciple of Qinling, despite wearing a defensive soft armor, now lay in a pool of his own blood. His armor was in tatters, completely dyed red.
Had he not managed to protect his head and dantian, he would have died on the spot.
Even so, he was now on the brink of death. Without an extraordinary life-saving spiritual pill, his body would never recover.
“Senior Brother Yan!”
“Senior Brother Yan!”
The crowd, having finally broken through the sword light, saw the dying figure of their senior brother lying in a bloodbath.
They never imagined that Chen Fei’s strength would be this terrifying.
Seizing the opportunity, Chen Fei stomped hard, shattering the surrounding soil and regaining his freedom.
“…Save me…”
Senior Brother Yan struggled to speak, his voice weak.
Everyone turned toward Sixth Senior Brother.
“Retreat!”
Although unwilling, Sixth Senior Brother had no choice but to issue the order upon seeing Senior Brother Yan’s dire condition.
Chen Fei did not pursue them. He had no desire to make Qinling his mortal enemy—it was simply too powerful.
Despite Senior Brother Yan’s severe injuries and his body riddled with wounds, a fourth-grade life-saving pill could still save him, though it would take a long time to recover.
Had it not been for the fear of Qinling, Senior Brother Yan would have died on the spot instead of merely being incapacitated.
Like a receding tide, the Qinling disciples fled at full speed, afraid that Chen Fei might decide to finish them off.
Only after retreating for several dozen miles did they finally stop.
With a dark expression, Sixth Senior Brother immediately took out a spiritual pill and began treating Senior Brother Yan’s injuries.
“Senior Brother Yan, I won’t let you die, and I won’t let your suffering be in vain.”
The others remained silent, their faces grim.
As Qinling disciples, they had always stood above others, looking down upon their peers. In battles of the same level, they had always dominated, even fighting those above their rank.
Yet today, despite being six powerful first-rank True Spiritual Masters and having taken Qi and Blood Pills, they had still suffered a crushing defeat against a single ‘Chen Yang.’ Worse yet, Senior Brother Yan had almost died.
The humiliation was unprecedented.
“He’s a Spell Spiritual Master!”
“He’s a Spell Spiritual Master!”
As the healing effects of the pill took hold and his wounds began to close, Senior Brother Yan finally spoke, revealing the truth.
“What?!”
“You’re saying Chen Yang is a Spell Spiritual Master?”
“How is that possible?”
Hearing this, the others’ expressions changed dramatically as they stared at him in disbelief.
“What’s so impossible about it? If he weren’t a Spell Spiritual Master, how could he crush us despite being only at the late Spiritual Condensation Realm?” Fourth Senior Brother countered.
Silence fell upon the group.
A Spell Spiritual Master…
They stood above ordinary spiritual masters.
Technically, they too had the foundation to become Spell Spiritual Masters since they had stepped into the True Spiritual Master Realm. In the future, they could potentially walk this path.
However, this was only theoretical. Very few actually changed their cultivation path to specialize as Spell Spiritual Masters.
The talent required for spell techniques was different from that of regular spiritual masters.
Qinling certainly had Spell Spiritual Masters, but their status was far superior to that of ordinary spiritual masters. They were the true pillars of the sect—the future of Qinling.
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Meanwhile, after driving off the Qinling disciples, Chen Fei returned to the misty land, where Su Ran was still cultivating, unfazed by the events.
Su Ran knew exactly how strong Chen Fei was.
A two-hundred-segment Spell Spiritual Master, combined with the cultivation of a Half-Step True Spiritual Master—fighting a group of mere first-rank True Spiritual Masters was no real challenge.
“You’ve exposed your identity as a Spell Spiritual Master?” Su Ran asked.
“Qinling’s geniuses are indeed formidable. Even with their Qi and Blood Pills, if I didn’t use spell techniques, they would have slowly worn me down,” Chen Fei admitted helplessly.
“Then you shouldn’t have let them leave. You should have silenced them.”
“That was fourteen people!” Chen Fei was taken aback.
“So what if it was fourteen?” Su Ran sighed. “Even if it were two thousand four hundred, you should have killed them all.”
“But I knew you wouldn’t be ruthless enough,” Su Ran continued. “Qinling is strong, but it’s not like they can’t be retaliated against. Consider this a lesson worth learning.”
“It was just a struggle for opportunity. I didn’t actually try to kill anyone. They wouldn’t go as far as to hunt me down, right?” Chen Fei frowned.
Su Ran didn’t answer, instead saying, “Focus on your cultivation. The spiritual energy here isn’t infinite. Once we absorb all of it, we’ll check for any rare treasures.”
Hearing this, Chen Fei stopped overthinking. He truly couldn’t bring himself to kill so many people when they were still alive and breathing before him.
Sitting cross-legged once again, he resumed refining the spiritual energy in the area with the help of the Void Sky Cauldron.
The cauldron was extremely picky. Even this pure spiritual energy wasn’t strengthening his cultivation—it was only being used to enhance his physical body.
An hour later, more disturbances came from outside.
More people had discovered this place.
This time, the intruders weren’t strong—only two disciples from a prominent family in the Zhou Kingdom, both merely at the Half-Step True Spiritual Master level.
After Chen Fei showed his strength, they fled in panic, never daring to approach again.
Four hours later, the spiritual energy in the area finally began to thin out. The once-abundant energy could no longer replenish itself quickly, and the mist started to fade…