Chapter 36

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Chapter 36: The Fist Shakes Xiao Xu

As the young man unleashed his spiritual power, the oppressive might filled the air. The faint hope Yi Danian and the others had found was crushed once more.

“Qianmo, leave now!”

Yi Danian’s voice trembled as he struggled to sit upright. Shielding his grandson behind him, he made a silent vow: even if it cost him his life, he would ensure Yi Qianmo had a chance to escape.

But Yi Qianmo stood firm, his grip tightening around his sword. His voice was steady as he replied, “Grandpa, trust me!”

Yi Danian looked into his grandson’s unwavering eyes and saw a familiar stubbornness—just like his eldest son’s.

“If you want to leave,” the young man sneered as he took a step forward, “you’ll need my permission first!”

With each step closer, the pressure around him intensified. Some of the weaker guards collapsed instantly, fainting under the immense weight of his spiritual aura.

“So this is what it means to face a celestial being!”

Yu Changqing swallowed hard, his heart pounding. Despite losing three powerful warriors in their assault on the Yi family, he still believed that defeating them and obtaining the Great Yi Sword Technique would be worth any cost.

“If you want to leave,” the young man repeated, his voice cold and commanding, “you must ask me if I’ll allow it!”

Yi Qianmo stepped forward, shielding his grandfather. Unlike the others, he seemed unaffected by the pressure, his composure unshaken.

The young man’s sneer deepened. “A mere mortal lasting this long… it must be the Great Yi Sword Technique. I came here to settle a minor issue, yet I’ve stumbled upon an unexpected treasure.”

From the moment Yi Qianmo first fought, he had hidden his spiritual power. As a result, the young man had assumed his victories came purely from the Great Yi Sword Technique. Now, his curiosity was piqued.

When he was within three feet of Yi Qianmo, the young man stopped abruptly. Reaching out with a glowing hand, he aimed for Yi Qianmo’s neck.

Though the movement seemed gentle, the spiritual force behind it exceeded the combined strength of ten innate masters. To the onlookers, Yi Qianmo’s fate seemed sealed.

Yet, to their astonishment, Yi Qianmo showed no fear. Instead, he responded with a punch.

The young man’s confident smile froze. He tried to pull back, but it was too late. Yi Qianmo’s fist collided with his palm in an earth-shaking blow.

Bang!

The impact sent the young man stumbling three or four steps backward before he regained his balance. His expression turned grave as he stared at Yi Qianmo in disbelief.

“This… this is spiritual power! You’ve already entered the Qi Refining Stage!”

Gasps filled the hall.

“Spiritual power?” someone whispered, their voice trembling with awe and confusion.

“Martial artists cultivate true energy, but immortals transform true energy into spiritual power. That’s the mark of transcendence!”

Another voice chimed in, louder this time: “Yi Qianmo has already become an immortal being!”

The hall descended into stunned silence. The realization sent waves of shock through everyone present.

“Impossible!”

Yu Changqing staggered backward, his face pale. The truth was unbearable. Becoming an immortal meant stepping beyond the limits of ordinary mortals—a realm Yu Changqing could never hope to reach.

For thirteen years, the Yu family had nurtured Yu Youwei, only to discard Yi Qianmo as worthless. Yet now, this abandoned son-in-law had ascended to immortality.

“How can this be real?!” Yu Changqing’s voice cracked as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

As if to dispel any doubts, Yi Qianmo released his spiritual aura. The hall grew eerily quiet, the oppressive energy unmistakable. It was the same as the aura emanating from the young man.

“Why… why has he become an immortal?!” Yu Changqing’s voice quivered with rage and despair. If not for Steward Yu holding him upright, he might have collapsed entirely.

“Master, stay calm!” Steward Yu urged. “Even if he’s an immortal, the Immortal Master here is from the Xuanyuan Sect. There’s nothing to fear!”

Hearing this, Yu Changqing’s breathing steadied, though his eyes burned with regret.

Yi Danian, meanwhile, burst into laughter. “Hahaha! My Yi family has produced an immortal! Yu Changqing, do you see this? Thirteen years of scheming, and all you’ve done is train an immortal for my family! Hahaha!”

Yu Changqing’s face flushed with fury, his body trembling as if he might vomit blood.

“You’re good,” the young man sneered, his tone regaining its arrogance. “But even if you’ve reached the Qi Refining Stage, you’re only at the first level.”

His gaze sharpened as he continued, “I practice the Xuanyuan True Method—the orthodox spiritual cultivation. Your crude techniques might have let you break through by chance, but they’ll lead you nowhere.”

The Yu family members exhaled in relief at these words. The Xuanyuan Sect was one of the Four Great Immortal Sects, and its disciples stood far above anyone who stumbled into immortality by unconventional means.

“Killing you was supposed to be tedious,” the young man said, his voice dripping with disdain. “But now, it’s become slightly entertaining.”

Stepping forward, he declared, “Remember this name: Xiao Xu of the Xuanyuan Sect!”

With those words, Xiao Xu launched a powerful punch. Spiritual energy surged around his fist, creating a pressure that shook the hall.

Yi Qianmo didn’t flinch. As Xiao Xu’s attack approached, he met it head-on with his own fist.

Bang!

The clash of fists created a deafening explosion. Two streams of spiritual power collided, sending shockwaves through the hall.

Tables and chairs splintered into fragments, and the walls shook violently. The entire Yi family hall was left in ruins.

The Yu family members were flung across the room, groaning in pain. Even Yu Changqing and Steward Yu weren’t spared, their bodies battered and bruised.

Yet, despite the destruction, Yi Danian and Yi Tianyang remained untouched. Standing behind Yi Qianmo, they were shielded entirely from the chaos.

“Impossible!”

All eyes turned to Xiao Xu, who stood amid the wreckage, his face contorted with shock. His once-pristine fist was now mangled and bloodied.

In contrast, Yi Qianmo’s hand remained unscathed—smooth and unmarked, as if untouched by battle.