Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

Chapter 265: Chapter 147: Foundation Establishment Might (Part 2)

CLANG—!

A sound like the tolling of a great bell erupted from the violent collision. A terrifying shockwave blasted outward with the two men at its center, fl हम the surrounding mud and river water dozens of feet into the air.

Wei Chuan’s pupils contracted sharply.

His Long Saber was an Upper Grade Dharma Artifact. Paired with the profound Spiritual Power of his Qi Cultivation Perfection, he had thought that even if this strike didn’t take Chu Bai’s head, it would at least reduce half his arm to a bloody pulp.

But when the blade landed on Chu Bai’s shoulder, it only tore through his dark-green official robe and sent a shower of blinding sparks flying. The sheer hardness of the impact made him feel as if he had struck a mountain of fine steel, unweathered by ten thousand years.

”A Body Secret Technique?!”

Wei Chuan was filled with shock and rage, but he lived up to his reputation as a battle-hardened veteran.

The momentum of his attack didn’t falter. Using the force of the rebound, he smoothly pivoted, and his Long Saber struck like a Spiritual Serpent flicking its tongue. Infused with Wood Element Spiritual Power, the sharp afterimage of the blade transformed into several ferocious green vines that whistled through the air, attempting to ensnare Chu Bai’s limbs.

While Chu Bai and Wei Chuan were locked in their silent confrontation, the atmosphere a hundred paces away was just as suffocating.

”Dayuan Prefecture business! Anyone who moves will be treated as an accomplice!”

The attendants Wei Chuan had brought, dressed in Bright Silver Flying Fish Robes, had now recovered from the shock of the Mechanical Golden Falcon’s landing.

They were all experts at Late-stage Qi Cultivation. Capitalizing on the lingering might of the Foundation Establishment Decree, they shot like silver lightning into the retreating ranks of Demon-slaying Guards and River Patrol Warriors.

It was the sound of long sabers being unsheathed and clashing with Magic Chains.

Three silver-robed inspectors, their faces grim, pointed their Silver Sabers diagonally at the ground. Their tyrannical Spiritual Pressure locked tightly onto Feng Qin, Hu Hao, and the others who had retreated to the edge.

”Kneel! Seal your meridians and await judgment!” one of the silver-robed cultivators barked, his eyes filled with contempt for these local Petty Officials.

However, the expected submission did not follow.

At that moment, none of the Demon-slaying Guards, not even the River Patrol Warriors who had been scared out of their wits, were looking at the Silver Sabers before them.

All of their gazes flew past the hundred-pace distance, fixed upon the dark-green figure by the riverbank—the man who had met the Long Saber of a Qi Cultivation Perfection expert with his bare flesh.

”He... he blocked it?”

Han Xingmo, who had been forced to his knees in the mud by the Foundation Establishment Decree, now ignored the searing pain in his meridians. His eyes bulged as a dry, hoarse cry escaped his throat.

As someone who had witnessed Chu Bai’s rise over the past year, he knew Chu Bai was strong, but he had never imagined he could be this outrageously powerful!

’That’s Wei Chuan! The long-famous Qi Cultivation Perfection expert from Dayuan Prefecture! The Inspector Captain holding a Foundation Establishment Hand Order, representing the might of the Immortal Dynasty!’

”Captain...”

Feng Qin gripped the Token in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He gazed at the unmoving back a hundred paces away, standing steadfast amidst the interweaving gold light and green shadows, and felt a rush of hot blood surge to his head.

That posture—the weak overpowering the strong, forcefully trampling on the arrogance of a superior—caused the courage that had been stripped away by the Foundation Establishment pressure to surge back wildly within him.

It wasn’t just the people from Anping County; even the silver-robed inspectors Wei Chuan had brought were now frozen in place.

They had been about to pressure Feng Qin and the others, but the shockwaves from the fierce battle behind them struck their hearts like heavy hammers.

”This is impossible...”

A silver-robed cultivator murmured to himself, his eyes filled with terror.

He knew full well the power of Wei Chuan’s ”Silver Snake Saber.” When infused with Gold and Wood Dual System Spiritual Power, not even the geniuses in the Prefecture City would dare claim they could take a blow from it on their shoulder!

”That Petty Official from Anping... he actually forced Lord Wei back? He’s only at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer!”

Shock, absurdity, and even a thread of hidden fear spread through the hearts of these messengers from Dayuan Prefecture.

They looked at Chu Bai as if he were a primeval Fierce Beast in human skin. Such combat prowess, the ability to fight so far beyond his realm, would be enough to rank him among the very top even in the grand Martial Arts Competition of all of Qingzhou!

「In the center of the battlefield.」

Wei Chuan felt the surrounding gazes—some filled with terror, some with admiration, some with doubt—and it was like needles on his back.

His pride as a superior was torn to shreds by Chu Bai’s cold gaze.

’I’m a respected Inspector Captain. If I can’t even take down a Ninth-Grade Petty Official, how can I ever show my face in Dayuan Prefecture again?’

”What are you all standing around for?!”

Wei Chuan whipped his head around and let out a beast-like roar at his attendants, the grim look on his face twisted into madness. ”Chain up all those traitors for me!”

Chu Bai snorted. The dark gold light in his eyes flared, and his Golden Eye Shattering Illusion instantly saw through the key spiritual power nodes within the Wood Vines.

”Break!”

He held two fingers together like a blade. A Microscopic-level Spirit Water Needle instantly pulsed at his fingertips.

This time, it wasn’t a sky-filling volley, but nine fine, deep-blue needles, each compressed to its absolute limit until it was nearly pitch-black.

Each needle carried enough piercing energy to bore through an Earth Treasure, and they precisely struck the weakest points in his opponent’s defense.

His opponent’s defense instantly disintegrated, shattering into a sky full of fragmented Spiritual Light.

A sharp pain shot through the webbing of Wei Chuan’s hand, and his Long Saber was nearly knocked from his grasp. His mind reeled in shock. ’How can this kid’s control over Magic Techniques be so inhumanly precise?’

The two of them were instantly locked in a chaotic battle.

Wei Chuan was, after all, at Qi Cultivation Perfection, with an incredibly deep foundation. The interweaving gold light and green shadows created a veritable death zone around them.

He constantly switched his Body Technique, leveraging the superior density of his Magical Power that came with his higher realm. He attacked with frantic intensity, attempting to wear Chu Bai down and kill him through attrition.

However, the combat resilience Chu Bai displayed completely shattered Wei Chuan’s arrogance.