Chapter 121

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Chapter 121: Breaking Your Arm

When Yi Qianmo woke up again, he found himself in a vast, empty space with nothing but a dry well.

After observing for a while, he realized that this was his sea of divine sense and his awareness swiftly returned to his body.

Even though his spiritual power was at its peak, an overwhelming fatigue weighed on him.

Before he could make sense of it, he was startled by a pair of eerie blue eyes staring straight at him.

Yi Qianmo instinctively took a few steps back, only to realize that the eyes belonged to Old Bai, floating in midair. It was staring at him, its small hand resting on its chin, as if deep in thought.

Not that it even had a chin to begin with.

“Are you trying to scare me to death?” Yi Qianmo snapped, glaring at it.

Old Bai was not one to back down. It glared right back at him before turning into a beam of light and shooting into his arm. This time, however, Yi Qianmo noticed that Old Bai didn’t just lose energy—it had completely disappeared.

He quickly pulled open his clothes and found a small tattoo on his chest, identical to Old Bai’s plump little form.

Yi Qianmo’s expression darkened. While tattoos weren’t uncommon in many places, having one of Old Bai felt a little… humiliating.

But he didn’t have time to think about it. He quickly immersed himself in his sea of divine sense and noticed a thin layer of water in what had been a dry well.

He immediately understood—it was his psychic power.

“The well is deep, but there’s barely any water in it,” he muttered with a wry smile.

Psychic power wasn’t something that could be restored just by taking pills. Once depleted, it could only recover slowly over time, or one had to wait for an opportunity to replenish it.

His well was deep, yet the psychic power inside was pitifully little, leaving him feeling uncomfortable.

But considering his lack of natural talent for psychic power, even forming the well was already a significant achievement. At this moment, Yi Qianmo could finally be considered a true first-grade Pill Master.

As his consciousness returned to his body, memories of what had happened before surfaced in his mind. He rubbed his chin and whispered, “Was it just a dream?”

But everything had felt so real, carved into his memory like it was set in stone—impossible to forget.

The whirlpools, the golden palace, the immense presence he heard, and the tentacle that had saved him… every detail was vivid and undeniable.

Yet, none of these things had ever been mentioned in his ancestors’ teachings. Without an explanation, he could only think of it as a dream.

“Ding ding ding!”

The sound of a bell echoed through the cave. Someone was knocking at the door.

Yi Qianmo frowned. He had just activated his Psychic Power, and his mind was still in a fragile state.

His mental state determined whether he could properly control the immense power within him.

He decided to ignore it, but the bell kept ringing persistently, irritating him to no end. Finally, he had no choice but to step out of the cave.

Outside stood a young man, with dozens of others gathered behind him—including Wu Tianhao.

Wu Tianhao kept sending him subtle signals, as if trying to signal him in on the young man’s identity.

“Yi Qianmo?” The young man glanced at him.

“Yes,” Yi Qianmo nodded.

“Good.” The young man smirked. “I’m Wang Jun, a disciple of the Tao School. I’m here to challenge you.”

Yi Qianmo frowned, already irritated. “You’re on the eighth level. Can you even challenge someone on the seventh?”

Wang Jun didn’t bother hiding anything. “Because of you, I was demoted to the seventh level.”

“…Huh?”

Yi Qianmo’s irritation grew.

Just then, an overwhelming force crashed down on him, followed by a fist the size of a bowl barreling toward his face. He instinctively tried to dodge, but his body wouldn’t respond properly.

“Bang!”

The punch landed square on his face, sending Yi Qianmo flying. He tumbled several times before finally coming to a stop.

He struggled to get up, his face throbbing with pain, his head spinning.

“So weak?”

Wang Jun’s voice rang out, laced with disbelief.

The crowd watching was stunned. Just yesterday, they had witnessed Yi Qianmo’s overwhelming strength—he had been practically untouchable. But now, in front of Brother Wang Jun, he couldn’t even fight back.

“No wonder he’s ranked in the top ten of the Tianyuan List. Brother Wang Jun has gotten even stronger!”

“Yi Qianmo is only at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, while Brother Wang Jun is already at the ninth and could break into the Foundation Establishment Stage at any moment. There’s no comparison between them.”

“This time, Yi Qianmo won’t be so arrogant anymore. Brother Wang Jun already said—whoever dares to get close to the Grand Princess will be crushed by him.”

Whispers spread through the crowd. Compared to yesterday’s one-sided battle, the situation had completely flipped. Some of them, recalling yesterday’s events, even felt a tinge of sympathy for Yi Qianmo.

Yi Qianmo pushed himself up from the ground. The sharp pain on his face snapped him into focus, but this wasn’t his peak condition. And Wang Jun was even stronger than he had expected. He hadn’t broken into the Foundation Establishment Stage yet, but he was dangerously close.

“Draw your sword!”

Wang Jun’s voice was firm. “Otherwise, you won’t get another chance!”

Yi Qianmo clenched his teeth. Ever since the Yu family emerged, he hadn’t suffered a loss like this. Without hesitation, he unsheathed Repel Evil, ignited his spiritual energy, and charged straight at Wang Jun.

“Clang!”

At the same time, Wang Jun drew his sword and charged forward. Their weapons clashed with a thunderous impact, sparks flying as the sound of steel echoed through the air.

Yi Qianmo unleashed the Wind Word Sword Technique and the Thunder Word Sword Technique simultaneously, pushing himself to the brink without activating his sword body.

However, his awareness wasn’t as sharp as usual. His control over his spiritual energy and body felt sluggish, and before he knew it—he was already at a disadvantage!

“So strong…”

Yi Qianmo’s expression darkened. “In my current state, even with my full sword body activated, I can barely keep up. His strength far surpasses Wu Tianhao’s, but without the sword body, we might be evenly matched!”

Wang Jun’s spiritual power wasn’t any weaker than his. In fact, it might even be stronger. Under these conditions, all Yi Qianmo could do was defend himself.

If his awareness weren’t weakened, he might have been able to fight Wang Jun properly.

As Wang Jun’s attacks grew fiercer, Yi Qianmo made a quick decision.

“I give up!”

A wise man knows when to retreat. If he continued this fight, he would only get beaten down, and there was no point in embarrassing himself further.

The crowd was surprised—Yi Qianmo surrendered so quickly, after only a few exchanges. But given Wang Jun’s overwhelming strength, they understood. After all, he was ranked in the top ten of the Tianyuan List.

When Yi Qianmo admitted defeat, Wang Jun was momentarily stunned but didn’t hesitate. Instead, he swung his sword down with full force, the sound of metal clashing ringing through the air.

Yi Qianmo’s hand trembled from the impact, and the skin between his thumb and index finger split open.

“Swoosh!”

Taking advantage of Yi Qianmo’s momentary distraction, Wang Jun’s sword swept across his arm, leaving a deep gash that bled heavily.

He didn’t press further. Raising his sword, he coldly declared, “From now on, wherever I am, you are not allowed to be there. Otherwise—”

“Otherwise, what?”

Yi Qianmo gritted his teeth, refusing to back down.

“Otherwise…”

Wang Jun’s expression remained cold as he sheathed his sword.

“I’ll break your arm.”