Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Because recalling the events of his past life, Feng Feiyu’s expression was extremely twisted, hatred spreading in his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling slightly.

On the other side, Meng Qinghan’s scolding voice still echoed, and then Feng Feiyu heard a sentence identical to those from his previous life.

”Loose cultivators are nothing more than disgraceful people. Those with poor aptitude, whom even small Immortal Sects refuse to accept, still dare to dream of the path of immortality. Truly ignorant of life and death, break this disgrace’s legs for me and throw him out of Wangtian City.”

Feng Feiyu’s eyes widened instantly, deep-seated hatred surging on his face. He glanced at the Identity Jade at his waist with a slight curl of his lips, suddenly showing a strange smile.

Feng Feiyu picked up the Identity Jade, tucked it into his belt, concealing the Heavenly Mechanism Sect emblem on the Jade.

Turning away, he paused his steps, thought for a moment, and then deliberately tore the emblem of Qiaoyun Building on his clothes, only then slowly walked towards the direction of Meng Qinghan’s voice.

Rounding the corner, not far ahead, a group of people dressed in deep gray clothes pressed down a rather wretched man. The man was pinned to the ground, covered in dust, his expression a mix of despair and resentment.

To the side, a beautiful woman in a bright red long skirt looked coldly and dismissively at the wretched man lying on the ground, her mouth curled with a mocking smile, continuously provoking the man with words.

”You loose cultivators, your aptitude for cultivation is as poor as ordinary people, yet you still pursue cultivation and question the Dao, struggling for a lifetime only to reach Foundation Establishment.

People like you, either obediently become ordinary people or recognize your ant-like status and adhere to the ant’s role, without provoking the strong.

Look at your current predicament, it’s due to not recognizing your role. Looking at your expression, do you hate me? You better not. I’m just teaching you the attitude you should have when facing the strong.

I’ve been merciful enough. At least I won’t take your life, I only let people break your legs.

If you hate me, that’s really uncalled for. You should be thanking me, otherwise, if you offend someone with a bad temper next time, you might lose your life for being unaware.”

The man, gagged, shook his head struggling desperately, hatred in his eyes tangible, yet unable to escape the many hands pressing him down, leaving him utterly despaired.

Watching his wretched state, the beautiful woman giggled twice, seemingly very pleased.

Then coldly directed the group of family guards who were restraining the man: ”Why are you standing there dumbly? Quick, break his legs!”

Feng Feiyu looked at the beautiful woman with eyes as if poisoned! This woman, he could never forget even if killed!

Meng Qinghan, the woman who had his legs broken, threw his injured self out of the city, almost leading to his death at the mouths of demon beasts! He gritted his teeth and let out a cold laugh, stepping forward towards Meng Qinghan.

Meng Qinghan’s family was quite a large cultivation family, coupled with her guards who had decent cultivation, besides having two Golden Core cultivators protecting her.

Though cultivation isn’t considered going against fate, it practically is reversing one’s destiny, greatly prolonging a mortal’s lifespan - a formidable undertaking.

So achieving cultivation speed like Nie Shuangshuang, becoming a Great Cultivator at the Out-of-Body Stage at such a young age, is a rarity, even more scarce than phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Most end their life tap at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul level, hence Golden Core stage cultivators in the Cultivation World are indeed not of low cultivation.

And having Golden Core stage cultivators willingly serving as protection, just based on this point, confronting Meng Qinghan demands cautious consideration.

Therefore, though many around were dissatisfied with Meng Qinghan’s actions, none were willing to risk offending her and inviting trouble upon themselves, so people watched from the sidelines.

Of course, some with conscience went to inform Wangtian City’s City Patrol Team because private fights were forbidden, with heavy penalties if caught.

The City Patrol Team relied on the Hundred Ghosts Alliance’s Great Elder’s direct disciple Hong Xiao and Hong Xiao’s ancestor, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect elder, having no fear of anyone.

If the City Patrol Team spotted the scene, undoubtedly Meng Qinghan wouldn’t be allowed to break anyone’s legs.

The trouble was, the City Patrol Team rarely patrolled and at irregular times, if not coincidentally met, finding them was quite troublesome as their patrolling locations were unknown.

For the City Patrol Team’s loose regulation, primarily it was due to the fear-inspiring existence of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect nearby, as reckless offenders like Meng Qinghan bullying in Wangtian City hadn’t appeared in years.

Two people ran to find the City Patrol team, yet no sight of them was seen, and the distant onlookers sighed, believing the ill-fated loose cultivator was utterly doomed.

Many thought breaking the legs, with Spiritual Energy circulating, would heal within days, not permanently crippling them as mortals, so unlucky as they might be, they should just accept it.

At this moment, out came a young man, dressed in luxurious clothes yet frail, with dry hair and sallow skin. This young man was Feng Feiyu.

Although now dressed in Qiaoyun Building’s finery, he was skinny like a skeleton, his skin in poor condition, with no vitality, looking akin to a pauper wearing rich people’s clothes, making the finery unable to flatter his presence.

Thus despite Feng Feiyu’s fine attire, Meng Qinghan didn’t pay attention to the skinny Feng Feiyu when she saw him.

Meng Qinghan, seeing Feng Feiyu approach without any sense of danger, impatiently waved: ”Which family is this brat from, taking advantage of my good mood, hurry and scramble far away.”

Feng Feiyu, however, didn’t leave, stepping closer, looking at the guards preparing to break the man’s legs and coldly said, ”Fighting privately in Wangtian City is forbidden. Hurting people randomly, are your eyes blind not seeing the city gate’s entry rules?”

Meng Qinghan was stunned. Arrogant by habit, she hadn’t imagined someone would boldly admonish her, even calling her blind!

Realizing she’d been insulted by a child as blind, Meng Qinghan’s face switched between blue and white, looking extremely unpleasant.

Biting her teeth, she coldly sneered at Feng Feiyu, instructing one of the Golden Core stage cultivators beside her: ”Catch this kid for me.

I want his legs broken too! And have his tongue cut! Let him learn the consequences of a loose tongue! Daring to insult me!”

Angry to the bone, Meng Qinghan’s voice carried extreme malice. Feng Feiyu stood unmoving, his face wearing a cold, mocking expression, deliberate in intent.

Feng Feiyu had contemplated earlier; being Nie Shuangshuang’s direct disciple, given her current attention and importance placed upon him, she certainly wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt him.