Chapter 208: The Quota Fulfilled

Tianxin Pavilion had long secured the top spot among all the outer sect stalls—not by luck, but by power. Its true master, Xu Tianxin, was no ordinary figure. He was a core disciple, one who had already reached the Miao Realm! And now, he was in secluded cultivation, likely preparing to break through to the high tier of that very realm.

Once one broke through the Yuan Realm, each level was more than just an improvement—it was like doubling one’s strength. Such a gap was no small matter.

As for the current shopkeeper? He was merely Xu Tianxin’s servant—Xu Zuonan.

Xu Zuonan wore a bitter expression. “Senior Brother Chen…”

Chen Fei slowly lifted his cold gaze toward him. “What is it?”

Xu Zuonan felt his heart tremble violently under that icy stare. He had a bad feeling—like he’d just stepped into a pit far deeper than expected. Despite the fear in his heart, he forced a smile and tried to explain, “Senior Brother Chen, this matter—”

“I only know that my people are being detained here,” Chen Fei cut him off coldly. “If you can’t solve this, go get the one behind you!”

Word had already spread, and Xu Zuonan had no choice but to leave with a heavy heart.

Chen Fei pulled out two pills from his robe and tossed them to Gong Tianshou and Dong Feng. “These are Heart Drawing Pills. Swallow them directly. It should be enough to push both of you into the Yuan Realm.”

Everyone present was shocked.

Chen Fei was known to be merely a peak sixth-grade Condensation Realm cultivator on the surface. Yet now, not only was he casually giving out such precious pills, but he also seemed certain that they would push two people into the Yuan Realm?

What kind of joke was this?

But when they recalled how someone as strong as Xu Zhen, who was already in the Yuan Realm, couldn’t even resist Chen Fei—suddenly, it didn’t seem so absurd.

Dong Feng stared at the pill, stunned. Heart Drawing Pill—a treasure worth 1,000 merit points each! And Chen Fei just handed them over without blinking?

Gong Tianshou didn’t overthink it. He directly popped the pill into his mouth and began forming his core on the spot—without hesitation, and certainly without fear. With a monster like Chen Fei backing him, even a core disciple would think twice about interrupting his breakthrough.

“Senior Brother Chen…” Dong Feng scratched his head awkwardly.

“Break through quickly,” Chen Fei waved him off. “Things are about to get lively.”

Dong Feng didn’t understand what he meant, but still cast a deep look at him before swallowing the pill.

Chen Fei had always been generous to those on his side. These two pills cost him two thousand merit points—a massive sum by any standard.

Dong Feng? Chen Fei just liked him. As for Gong Tianshou, he definitely had ulterior motives. But that was fine. In the cultivation world, everyone wanted something. As long as the man had potential and a good heart, Chen Fei was more than willing to nurture him into a future ally.

Meanwhile, Xu Zuonan stared at the ruins of the Tianxin Pavilion with a face full of despair. Today’s mess was beyond his ability to handle. After all, who would’ve thought that someone who had just entered Tianqing Sacred Land—and was supposedly still in the half-step Condensation Realm—would jump to the sixth grade so quickly?

And if that wasn’t bad enough, this person could crush Yuan Realm cultivators.

As time passed, murmurs rippled through the crowd. Then, it parted like a tide.

Chen Fei raised his head—and smiled.

An old acquaintance had arrived.

Wang Feng, from the Inspection Office, walked over with a bright smile. “Senior Brother Chen, it’s been a while.”

“The Inspection Office?” Chen Fei’s brow twitched. “This is the outer sect. Even this falls under your jurisdiction?”

“Senior Brother Chen clearly didn’t read the Sacred Land rules I gave you.” Wang Feng smiled kindly. “While outer sect disciples are allowed to fight, the buildings here are still property of the Sacred Land.”

Ah. That explained the grin on Wang Feng’s face.

It had been years since they encountered someone as delightfully reckless as Chen Fei. And now, seeing the Tianxin Pavilion completely demolished? Wang Feng was overjoyed.

“Fines, then?” Chen Fei glanced at him.

Wang Feng nodded. “Three thousand merit points. That’s already the friend discount.”

“Done,” Chen Fei replied without hesitation, paying on the spot.

He wasn’t stupid. The Inspection Office had certain privileges. Until he became a Sacred Son, it would be unwise to provoke them. Besides, someone else would be footing the bill for him very soon.

Wang Feng was ecstatic. In the past, they had to use tricks just to meet their quotas. But now, with someone like Chen Fei around? He could practically smell the year-end bonus.

“You might want to stick around,” Chen Fei added. “I’ll probably break a few more things today.”

Wang Feng gave Chen Fei a meaningful look but simply nodded and stepped to the side.

The crowd immediately cleared a large space. Watching was fine—but no one wanted to get on the Inspection Office’s bad side.

Chen Fei slung his massive, blunt-edged sword over his back and suddenly turned toward Wang Feng again.

“There might be more destruction coming. If anything valuable’s about to get trashed, please give me a heads-up.”

Wang Feng’s face twitched.

Technically, the Inspection Office fined for damages to warn and educate. But from the way Chen Fei spoke, it was obvious he was planning to break things on purpose.

Even other members of the Inspection Office were giving him strange looks now.

Still, Wang Feng kept smiling. “Junior Brother Chen is still new to the Sacred Land. It’s understandable. I’ll make sure to warn you.”

“Appreciate it.” Chen Fei nodded and walked back to Gong Tianshou.

Gong Tianshou was progressing fast. Maybe it was the shame of being suppressed earlier by Xu Zhen and his men—his drive to grow stronger was intense. At this rate, he would finish forming his core and enter the Yuan Realm in less than a stick of incense’s time.

For cultivators, this was a turning point. The Yuan Realm marked the true entry into the path of real power.

Then, more murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Chen Fei turned to look, a cold smile forming at the corner of his lips.

He’d just paid three thousand merit points—how convenient that someone was already here to pay him back.

A proud-looking young woman approached, her chin tilted arrogantly, eyes filled with disdain for everyone around her.

Xu Zuonan’s eyes lit up as he saw her and rushed forward. “Second Miss! You’re here!”

Xu Tianqin’s face darkened at the sight of the ruined Tianxin Pavilion. She gave a cold snort. “Who’s the dog that dared cause trouble here? Do they really think the Xu family can be bullied?!”

Chen Fei stood up slowly, the massive sword on his back radiating oppressive force.

“When did Tianqing Sacred Land start playing by clan rules?” he asked coldly, eyes locked onto Xu Tianqin as a killing intent surged forth.