The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

412: Chapter 412 Taking Advantage of His Illness to Kill HimShi Xiaoya and Kongyun were bolstered by the ”Manifestation of Holiness” attribute, allowing them to clearly see the earth qi rushing toward them, blotting out the sky.

The more they watched, the more terrified they became.

This was something they couldn’t block, no matter what.

If Han Jingyang couldn’t block it either, they could only stand there and wait for death.

There would be no escaping it.

The impact of feng shui earth qi might not cause much damage to ordinary people.

But for practitioners, it was a fatal blow. The very essence of a practitioner was to treat their own body as a vessel to absorb, contain, and refine various types of qi. The higher the cultivation, the stronger the containment capacity, and the more qi they held within.

Consequently, when facing a violent surge of earth qi, those with higher cultivation were like larger targets, bearing a greater force of impact.

Ordinary people were like feathers; when hit by the surge, they would simply drift with the current. If they were lucky, they might remain unscathed; if unlucky, they wouldn’t be too severely injured. Only those with terrible luck would suffer serious harm.

But practitioners were different; they were like the wave-breaking blocks on a flood dam, forced to take the impact head-on.

Once the force of the shockwave exceeded a practitioner’s threshold for resistance, the outcome would be tragic—years of cultivation would be destroyed in an instant, and the best-case scenario would be becoming a cripple.

Run?

Where could they possibly run?

Seeing Han Jingyang staring blankly at the incoming earth qi as if he had been scared out of his wits, Kongyun loudly chanted a Buddhist mantra. He held his left hand in front of his chest, gripped his monk’s staff with his right hand, and slammed it hard against the ground. An aura instantly exploded around him, forming a wall that blocked the three of them.

This was the ”borrowing of momentum” that Kongyun’s lineage excelled at—using the surrounding qi field for offense and defense.

However, this was not Thousand Buddha Mountain; it was not Kongyun’s home turf, and there was no significant momentum to borrow here. Consequently, the qi field Kongyun had condensed instantly collapsed.

”It’s over!” Kongyun closed his eyes in despair.

Liu Cheng wore an excited expression: ”Han Jingyang, oh Han Jingyang, didn’t expect this, did you? Hahahaha! I’ve been dormant in this godforsaken place for decades; it’s time to go out and enjoy life! Thank you, I’ll be sure to take good care of your family. Hahahaha...”

Huang Jianshe, however, looked incredulous: ”Is this move really that powerful? Has Han Jingyang, who has never known defeat since he started out, really been defeated just like that?”

However, just as the qi, surging like a giant dragon, reached Han Jingyang, he moved.

He roared: ”Gathering Qi into a Mountain!”

Before the sound of his voice had even faded, a majestic mountain range rose from the ground.

It wasn’t particularly tall or steep, but it was incredibly imposing. Its shape and stance were majestic, domineering, and extremely stable, appearing like a miniature version of Mount Tai.

This mountain was formed purely from condensed qi, directly enveloping the entirety of Chaotian Temple.

Half a second later, dozens of surging qi dragons slammed fiercely into the newly risen mountain.

Silently. The qi dragons burst, kicking up wave after wave of qi like a super tsunami. Soon, the surging qi waves completely submerged the mountain Han Jingyang had summoned.

A long time passed.

Shi Xiaoya slowly opened her eyes and then jumped up: ”It’s okay, it’s over.”

Kongyun also opened his eyes and pressed his palms together: ”Amitabha. Mr. Han truly never disappoints. This ’Gathering Qi into a Mountain’ technique is nothing short of a stroke of genius, completely neutralizing those surging qi dragons.”

Han Jingyang slowly exhaled. In truth, he had been nervous too.

Because this was his first time using this skill, and in his memory, he had always considered it an offensive ability—summoning a mountain to smash into the opponent, crushing or pinning them to death.

But since he had nothing else, he had to take the risk.

He hadn’t expected it to work so well. Pure luck, just pure luck.

Han Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief and flashed a bright smile at Shi Xiaoya: ”Piece of cake. Let’s go and meet our new friends.”

Underground.

Liu Cheng stared in dumbfounded shock at the three of them, who were completely unharmed, then suddenly flew into a rage: ”What happened? What the hell happened? How could they be completely unharmed? Huh? How is that possible? I prepared this for so long, a trap custom-made for Han Jingyang—how could it fail? Huh? How could it fail completely?”

No one answered the question.

They didn’t have the skills or attributes that Han Jingyang possessed; they couldn’t see what was happening on the scene. They could only rely on practitioners to drive their primordial spirits to sense things, but the results were poor, and the timeliness was incomparable.

At the scene of such intense earth qi collision, even the strongest practitioner wouldn’t dare approach, let alone use their primordial spirit to investigate, as they would inevitably be caught in the crossfire or even injured.

The result was that Liu Cheng still didn’t know what had happened. This made Liu Cheng even more furious.

He had spent such high costs to meticulously design the trap, yet it hadn’t harmed the three of them in the slightest. This meant all his previous investments had gone down the drain, including the decades spent lying in wait in Xipo Village.

Decades. And it had all vanished into thin air just when success was within reach. Who could take that?

At least Liu Cheng couldn’t. He smashed and beat everything in the small basement. Only after wrecking the place did he calm down slightly, then he ordered his subordinates: ”One of you, go out, seal the entrance, clean up the traces, and hide. Han Jingyang will definitely come looking for me. No matter what, you cannot let him find this place. Of course, this place has its own built-in effect of blocking detection spells, so Han Jingyang might not be able to find it.”

”Everyone stay low. Hide for a while before contacting each other and regrouping. Survival is the priority. You all have great uses while alive; don’t let a temporary failure demoralize you.”

”That’s all. Go about your business. I will hide here for a while. Han Jingyang will never guess that I haven’t left, and he certainly won’t guess that I’m hiding here. I’ll contact you when I get out.”

”Remember, preserve your strength and resources, especially you few who hold the key technologies.”

With that, Liu Cheng waved his hand, dismissing all his subordinates.

Once they left, he didn’t stay in the basement to hide as he had just said. Instead, after waiting for a while, he opened another passage and slipped out, diving into the vast cornfield and running westward.

Huang Jianshe was the same, staring in dumbfounded shock. He didn’t even notice the tea spilling all over the floor as he stared blankly at the three of them on the monitor, muttering: ”This is impossible, absolutely impossible. No one could survive that kind of energy impact.”

”Let alone remaining unscathed.”

”This Han Jingyang is just absurd!”

”Too absurd!”

”Damn it, no, this place isn’t safe. I have to leave quickly. Dammit, Han Jingyang’s strength simply cannot be measured by common sense.”

”He’s a freak, a super freak, a total fucking freak.”

”Retreat, retreat, withdraw quickly! Abandon everything that can be abandoned, hurry!”

”Retreat separately, run west, as fast as you can. No matter what transport you use, the faster, the better.”

At the entrance of Chaotian Temple.

Han Jingyang and the others rushed to the gate just as several cars arrived, surrounding Chaotian Temple.

Han Jingyang looked them up and down: ”Japanese invaders?”

”You’re courting death!” The Japanese invader Ogawa Jiya, who had stepped out of the car, roared angrily. He drew the katana from his waist and pointed it at Han Jingyang: ”It’s him! Strike while the iron is hot—take his life! Kill!”