Chapter 351 Peak of the Mind

Chen Fei slowly exhaled.

Despite being in the midst of battle, his mind was astonishingly calm.

Perhaps it was the lingering effect of the soul attack—but in this moment, vivid memories flashed through his mind like a slideshow. He saw the moment when Qin Shuang ripped out his innate foundation. His face twisted with pain and hatred.

Then came the memories of being rescued by the Su family, meeting Su Ran… and his expression began to ease.

Chen Fei had rarely reflected deeply on these events, but they had clearly shaped him.

“This isn’t just a simple soul attack…”

He quickly realized the truth. Even though the Void Heaven Cauldron was stabilizing his sea of consciousness, ripples still stirred.

The soul attack was only the trigger—the real turbulence came from within himself.

He was in a unique mental state. Though his mind was flooded with memories, his heart remained tranquil, like a third party calmly watching his own life unfold.

“Hoo…”

With another breath, Chen Fei’s eyes snapped open—clear, sharp, focused. Though he had taken a soul strike from Amu, it had turned into a spiritual cleansing.

A strange but enlightening experience.

His consciousness had fully returned. Right in front of him, several vicious ghostly faces lunged at him.

“Vanish.”

He spoke softly, and the phantoms simply dissipated, as though scattered by his breath.

A calm smile spread across Chen Fei’s face—just as he expected. The enhancement of his mental state had pushed him into the peak of the Miao Realm.

Perhaps due to the Void Heaven Cauldron’s influence, his insight into heart and spirit had always progressed more slowly than others. Normally, he would’ve needed time to settle his emotions and cultivate, but Amu’s soul strike had inadvertently become the catalyst for his breakthrough.

“What the hell!?”

Amu stared at the battlefield, eyes wide in disbelief.

Hundred Ghosts Devour was no joke. Even Ren Dao Realm experts could fall victim to its soul attacks. Yet Chen Fei had… not only resisted it—he’d broken through?!

It was like seeing a ghost.

But Chen Fei paid her no mind. He turned toward Barbarian Brother, his thoughts suddenly aligning.

Truthfully, Chen Fei had always been puzzled by Barbarian Brother’s cultivation path. His sword was supposed to embody relentless offense, trading life for life—but he’d chosen to nurture his sword energy, deliberately holding back.

That decision had cost him dearly. Though his nurtured strike had slain Qu’a, it also left him crippled for a time.

That wasn’t like him at all.

But now?

Now he was like a wild beast freed from its cage—every swing of his sword declared: I am back. Every strike demanded victory in a single blow.

“Hahaha! Feels good! That old bastard totally conned me!”

Barbarian Brother roared with laughter and then looked toward Chen Fei.

“Junior Brother Chen, how about we have a little contest?”

“Contest?”

Chen Fei chuckled. “What kind of contest?”

“Let’s see who can kill faster!”

Barbarian Brother pointed toward the dense crowd of Ancestral Sect cultists, a gleam of battle-hunger in his eyes.

Last time, he had held back to nurture his sword. This time? No restrictions.

Chen Fei smiled and nodded.

“Alright.”

Amu’s body trembled with rage as she watched their casual conversation.

“Arrogant! Too arrogant!”

“Arrogant?”

Barbarian Brother glanced sideways at her.

“You people are the arrogant ones. The Tianqing Sacred Land hasn’t shown its fury in a long time. Now even some mangy strays think they can bark at us.”

“Those old men are too cautious, if you ask me!”

Chen Fei looked at him sidelong.

(Careful what you say, Brother…)

But Barbarian Brother didn’t care. After cursing out the elders, he charged forward with a wild yell, slashing his sword into the cultists without hesitation.

Chen Fei grinned.

“Guess I can’t fall too far behind.”

He raised his Wufeng Greatsword and followed suit.

Their banter made the Ancestral Sect cultists burn with fury.

They had gathered nearly all of their top experts—multiple Miao Realm and above. Normally, numbers alone should have crushed Chen Fei and Barbarian Brother.

Yet here they were, being treated like a counting game for a bet.

Even the strongest have tempers. Being completely disregarded was unbearable.

“Arrogant brats! Even your masters wouldn’t dare speak so boldly!”

“I’ll deal with you personally!”

The cultists were enraged.

Chen Fei just smiled coldly.

His “master” in name was none other than the Tianqing Patriarch. If that old man came in person, even saying “all of you are trash” probably wouldn’t get a single objection!

But none of that mattered now.

Barbarian Brother’s swordsmanship was as deadly as ever. In mere moments, he had already slain two high-level Ancestral Sect experts.

Chen Fei wasn’t slow either, though his style was vastly different. Where Barbarian Brother’s sword qi was sharp and fast, Chen Fei’s was steady and crushing.

The two styles—one aggressive, one forceful—created a perfect storm of slaughter. For the Ancestral Sect cultists, it was a nightmare.

“Shameless! You’re too reckless!”

Amu stamped her foot. Originally, their numerical superiority had been their greatest advantage. But now that Barbarian Brother was back, things were turning into a massacre.

Their numbers had become a burden instead.

With the cultists panicking, many instinctively dodged attacks—only to collide with their own allies behind them, throwing their formation into chaos.

It was becoming a bloodbath.

Amu knew she had no choice. Her eyes turned cruel as she formed hand seals.

The floating white jade skulls before her shifted direction, all aimed toward Chen Fei and Barbarian Brother.

“Papapapa!”

With crisp cracks, the skulls began to shatter one by one.

A massive, terrifying aura exploded outward.

“Who dares summon me?!”

A deep, rumbling voice echoed. Then, radiant jade bones gathered and took shape—a towering skeletal figure slowly formed.

There was no mistaking it. This was King Anan.

Chen Fei and Barbarian Brother glanced at each other—understood—and turned their attacks immediately, dashing toward the massive skull-headed monster.

King Anan—a true Di Yuan Realm powerhouse!

Amu’s entire body trembled violently. She shoved pill after pill into her mouth, just to barely maintain the summoning.

The toll was immense. If she didn’t summon King Anan now, this battle would be lost beyond redemption.

Seeing the two rushing toward her summoned king, Amu sneered cruelly:

“Hehe… Let’s see how you deal with a Di Yuan Realm being now!”

Last time, Barbarian Brother had sacrificed years of nurtured sword energy to kill Qu’a, who was weaker than this. King Anan was even stronger.

This was her trump card.

The final play.