Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Feng Feiyu was certain that if Meng Qinghan hit him, or even injured him severely, it would be as if hitting Shuangshuang’s face, and Shuangshuang would definitely not let Meng Qinghan off.

So Feng Feiyu hid his Identity Jade, not giving Meng Qinghan a chance to recognize his identity and thus become more cautious.

The Golden Core Cultivator beside Meng Qinghan frowned, not approving of Meng Qinghan arguing with someone like a child.

However, as he was supported by the Meng Family, receiving their cultivation materials, he could only follow their orders and reached out to grab Feng Feiyu.

Seeing the man reaching out to grab him, Feng Feiyu remained calm, pondering when Shuangshuang would realize something was wrong and come to find him.

Judging by Meng Qinghan’s actions, if Shuangshuang arrived too late, he would likely suffer more. Although a severed tongue could regrow with Spiritual Medicine, the process was quite painful.

But Feng Feiyu didn’t care; he was certain that whatever he suffered, Shuangshuang would help him repay it tenfold or a hundredfold.

Unfortunately, with his cultivation completely gone, he was no match for Meng Qinghan and could only use this method of self-harm before attacking his enemy as a form of revenge.

But what Feng Feiyu didn’t expect was that before the Golden Core Cultivator could even touch him, it was as if an invisible force struck him.

The Golden Core Cultivator’s body paused in mid-air, then was suddenly sent flying backward, landing on the ground with a cry, spewing a large mouthful of blood, and fainting as his head tilted over.

Before the surrounding people could react, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, causing everyone on Meng Qinghan’s side to kneel on the ground with a thud under this formidable aura.

From the sound, those people knelt with such force that many screamed in pain, with Meng Qinghan’s voice being the most pitiful among them.

Because as Meng Qinghan knelt, the bones of her legs broke, piercing through the flesh and protruding. As she knelt, the pale bones pierced through the thigh’s flesh and emerged.

Meng Qinghan had never suffered such hardship. She had always taken the easy path in cultivation, consuming Elixirs and Spiritual Treasures. Her cultivation was built on Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, so she couldn’t endure such severe injuries.

It’s ironic that she would break others’ legs over trivial disagreements, causing far worse scenes, yet she would always laugh without any compassion, mocking others’ inability to withstand pain.

Now that she suffered the same injury, her cries and howls were even more severe than those she had tormented by breaking their legs.

The pain was excruciating; while crying and howling, Meng Qinghan wanted to collapse or do something to alleviate her suffering.

But her body, under that terrifying pressure, couldn’t move and could only remain kneeling, her body stiff as she wept in agony.

The onlookers also felt the immense suppression. Although it wasn’t directly aimed at them, it made them unable to move, unlike Meng Qinghan’s group who were forced to kneel.

The face of another Golden Core Cultivator beside Meng Qinghan had turned pale. Though a Golden Core Cultivator himself, he had some insight and murmured with trembling lips, ”It’s a Great Cultivator!”

Despair tinged his voice because he realized that Feng Feiyu had deliberately hidden and now nonchalantly revealed his Identity Jade.

The Identity Jade bore the mark of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, indicating his status as a disciple, and from the precious and rare material of the jade, it was apparent he was a Direct Disciple.

Such exquisite jade was reserved for favored disciples, and the intricate and luxurious carvings on it, along with the characters ”Nie” and ”Feng” in the center, indicated that his master was certainly someone with the surname Nie.

A Great Cultivator capable of suppressing so many people must be from the largest sect next to Wangtian City, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect. And among the high cultivation Nie family, there were two: Sect Leader Nie Jinglin and Hall Master of the Punishment Hall Nie Shuangshuang, neither of whom were to be trifled with.

Upon realizing this, despair filled the Golden Core Cultivator’s heart, and he even resented Meng Qinghan for always bullying Loose Cultivators and for now kicking an iron plate so foolishly. What could be done now?

Seeing such a commotion before anyone even arrived, it was clear they were angry. Who knew if he’d make it back alive today, given they wanted to break the legs and cut off the tongue of their disciple — no one could tolerate that.

The Golden Core Cultivator could only pray that the child was a disciple of Nie Jinglin and not Nie Shuangshuang, the Cold-faced Rakshasa, Hall Master of the Punishment Hall.

Nie Jinglin had a gentle disposition and didn’t like to argue. Even if angry, he would merely reprimand them, but if replaced by the cold, harsh and punishing Nie Shuangshuang, there would be no peaceful resolution.

Just as the Golden Core Cultivator thought this, he realized fears often come true. From afar, wearing black robes, sleeves billowing, Nie Shuangshuang descended before Feng Feiyu with a cold face.

Her expression was extremely cold, showing neither joy nor anger as she glanced at Feng Feiyu before turning her icy gaze to Meng Qinghan’s group, her voice chilly as ice with a bitter chill.

”Ignoring the rules to oppress Loose Cultivators within Wangtian City, and attempting to break my disciple’s legs and cut his tongue — such audacity. Are you disregarding me, or showing contempt for our Heavenly Mechanism Sect?”

Meng Qinghan, in such pain, had returned to a muddled state and didn’t even notice another person appearing, much less hear what Nie Shuangshuang was saying, too focused on her broken leg.

Instead, the other still-conscious Golden Core Cultivator beside Meng Qinghan prostrated himself on the ground, struggling to speak under Nie Shuangshuang’s pressure: ”Immortal Master Nie, my lady is the eldest daughter of the Yilan Meng Family. Please, Immortal Master Nie, spare her for the sake of the Yilan Meng Family.”

The Golden Core Cultivator knew that mentioning the Yilan Meng Family was futile, as the Sect Leader’s daughter of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, a rare demon genius in the Cultivation World, wouldn’t regard a mere Yilan Meng Family.

He mentioned Meng Qinghan’s name out of resentment, believing their predicament was caused by Meng Family’s failure to teach Meng Qinghan properly, allowing her arrogance.

Moreover, he hoped to redirect the hatred towards the Yilan Meng Family and Meng Qinghan, thinking that since he didn’t take action, perhaps Nie Shuangshuang would deal with Meng Qinghan and the Meng Family and spare him.

This Golden Core Cultivator resolved that if he escaped this disaster, he’d rather become a Loose Cultivator, finding resources on his own, than rely on any family again; this life was too perilous.

At this moment, Nie Shuangshuang’s mood was foul. She knew Meng Qinghan, and originally this person was meant to be taken down by Feng Feiyu ten years after his rebirth, rendering her cultivation useless and feeding her to a demon beast.