221: It turns out that my martial uncle is the real powerhouse.

The Spirit Fields of the back mountain.

The scorching sun was high in the sky.

Ye Chengshan, a dignified Mahayana Stage Cultivator who could sweep across the Lower Realm, nicknamed "Ergou," was currently sticking his bottom up and digging into the soil with his fingers, drenched in sweat.

No spiritual power allowed.

No hoes allowed.

This was Grandmaster's ironclad rule.

"Heave... ho..."

With every dig from Ye Chengshan, the iron-hard spiritual soil crumbled at his fingertips. Although he was a Body Cultivator, these Spirit Fields were paved by Grandmaster using Living Soil mixed with Chaos Earth, making its hardness comparable to a Magic Treasure.

"Junior Nephew, you've worked hard."

A timid voice sounded from behind him.

Ye Chengshan shuddered and whipped his head around, only to see Shen Nanxi holding the spirit fox brush, standing on the ridge of the field with a face full of guilt.

"Ju... Junior Martial Uncle? Why are you here?"

Ye Chengshan subconsciously shrank back, his eyes involuntarily darting toward the brush in Shen Nanxi's hand.

This wasn't just a brush; it was clearly a causality weapon.

"I saw that you were quite tired from tilling the soil."

Shen Nanxi looked at the pitted and bumpy Spirit Fields, and his OCD flared up again.

"After this soil is turned over, the structure is ruined. It's a mess."

"I want to help you... repair it a bit."

Ye Chengshan's head buzzed, and cold sweat instantly poured down.

"Don't! Junior Martial Uncle! Please don't!"

"This soil is meant to be loose! If you repair it back..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

The brush in Shen Nanxi's hand had already moved.

Since he was helping, he naturally had to go all out.

He drew a recently comprehended "Repair Talisman" in the void, defining this piece of land in his mind as: [Level, solid, and pristine earth].

Buzz!

A flash of golden light.

The three-acre Spirit Fields that Ye Chengshan had spent the entire morning tilling to make soft suddenly began to squirm.

Those loose clumps of earth seemed to receive some kind of summons, frantically compressing, aggregating, and hardening.

In the blink of an eye.

The three-acre Spirit Fields turned into a single block of mirror-smooth, gapless... bluestone slab.

Because the "repair" was so perfect, even the Impurities in the soil—including air and moisture—were squeezed out, and its hardness directly increased by three levels.

Ye Chengshan looked at that mirror-like "ground," and his entire being felt like it was cracking apart.

He tremblingly reached out a finger and poked it.

Clang.

It was crisp and pleasant, the sound of metal hitting stone.

"It's over..."

Ye Chengshan slumped onto the ground, wanting to cry but having no tears.

"Grandmaster told me to till the soil, but Junior Martial Uncle, you've gone and paved it into a concrete floor!"

Shen Nanxi was also stunned as he watched this scene.

He had once again done a bad thing with good intentions.

"S... Sorry."

Shen Nanxi's face flushed red, and he didn't know what to do with his hands.

"I... I'll go practice somewhere else."

After saying that, he hugged his brush and fled the back mountain, leaving Ye Chengshan to question his life in front of that "bluestone slab"... Martial Arts Field.

This was a place on the Myriad Dao Divine Mountain specifically carved out for Disciples to spar.

At this moment, air currents rolled, and spiritual power surged.

The newly joined third-generation Disciples were doing their morning exercises here.

"Blazing Sun Battle Method! Break!"

Xiao Zhan was enveloped in crimson flames, his long halberd like a dragon as it smashed down fiercely.

Opposite him, Yue Qinghan's figure was like lightning, her long sword casting a cold moonlight that neutralized all of those overbearing flames.

"Not bad."

On the sidelines, Ye Chenfeng held his sword and commented calmly.

"Xiao Zhan's offensive is fierce enough, but lacks stamina. Qinghan's sword is too defensive, lacking Killing Intent."

Beside him, second-generation Personal Disciples like Zhao Wuyou and Ye Wushang were also watching.

This was a tradition of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect: the seniors leading the juniors.

"I think that scholar is quite interesting."

Zhao Wuyou pointed to a corner.

Mo Yan was sitting cross-legged, holding a scroll and chanting. As he recited, golden characters flew out, turning into shields that blocked Xie Lan's Shadow Killing Art.

"A prototype of Law-Following Speech."

Bai Jinnian fanned himself with a folding fan and smiled slightly.

"He's a natural-born scholar."

Just then, a thin figure sneakily slipped to the edge of the Martial Arts Field.

It was precisely Shen Nanxi, who had just caused trouble.

He didn't dare get too close and could only hide behind a pillar to peek.

Looking at those junior nephews in the field who were flying and tunneling with overflowing spiritual light, Shen Nanxi's eyes were full of envy.

"How nice..."

"If I had a Spiritual Root, could I be like them too?"

Just as he was thinking.

The situation in the field suddenly changed.

Xiao Zhan grew truly angry and let out a great roar, his blood and Qi burning as he actually used a life-risking forbidden technique from the Blazing Sun Holy Land.

"Take this move! Incinerating the Heavens and Boiling the Seas!"

Boom!

A massive, raging fire dragon roared out, with a temperature so high that even space was distorted.

Yue Qinghan's expression changed slightly, and she was about to use her sword to resist.

"Not good! Pull back!"

Ye Chenfeng frowned. These little brats, why were they risking their lives in a spar?

He was about to step in and stop it.

Suddenly.

A crumpled piece of yellow paper flew out from the corner.

The paper flew very slowly, drifting along like a falling leaf in the wind.

But the moment it appeared, time around it seemed to skip a beat.

Behind the pillar, Shen Nanxi was sweating profusely from anxiety.

"Don't fight! If your clothes get dirty, they're very hard to wash!"

In his panic just now, he had subconsciously thrown out a "Cleaning Talisman."

And because of the distance, he increased the output of his "will."

Definition: [Clear all energy fluctuations that should not exist].

The yellow paper drifted onto the nose of that roaring fire dragon.

In the next instant.

There was no explosion, no confrontation.

That fire dragon, powerful enough to heavily injure a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, was like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser.

Swish.

It was gone.

Not even a single spark remained.

Even the top-grade Spiritual Artifact-level Blazing Sun Battle Armor on Xiao Zhan's body, because its attached spiritual power was judged as an "energy fluctuation," instantly became dull and turned into scrap metal.

Thud.

Xiao Zhan maintained his halberd-swinging posture, but because he used too much force and hit nothing, he fell flat on his face.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched that slowly drifting yellow paper.

"This..."

Xiao Zhan scrambled up, looking at the spiritless halberd in his hand and the dull armor on his body, completely bewildered.

"Where's my fire? Where's my spiritual power?"

"Who did this?!"

"Ahem..."

From behind the pillar, Shen Nanxi walked out awkwardly.

"Well... I saw there was too much dust and smoke here, so I... 'cleaned up' a bit."

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on him.

Xiao Zhan was stunned, then hurriedly bowed.

"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle Shen!"

Although Shen Nanxi looked like a Mortal, his seniority was clear.

And... Xiao Zhan swallowed hard.

What on earth was that move just now?

Cleaning away his forbidden technique in one move?

"Junior Martial Uncle, what Divine Ability is this?"

Xiao Zhan leaned in, his face full of admiration.

"Can you teach me? This is too cool!"

Shen Nanxi scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"It's not a Divine Ability, just drawing some Talismans."

"By the way, your clothes... seem to have been ruined by me."

He pointed to the spiritless armor on Xiao Zhan.

The Cleaning Talisman was too overbearing, directly erasing the spiritual power circuits in the armor as if they were stains.

"It's fine, it's fine! Out with the old, in with the new!"

Xiao Zhan waved his hand generously, though his heart was bleeding. This was a Legacy treasure armor from the Holy Land!

"No, if it's broken, it must be compensated."

Shen Nanxi was a reasonable person.

He picked up the spirit fox brush.

"Let me repair it for you."

"Huh?"

Before Xiao Zhan could react, Shen Nanxi had already pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move."

Shen Nanxi stared at the armor.

In his eyes, the lines of this armor were all broken; it was simply a pile of junk.

"Repair."

Definition: Indestructible, impervious to all arts.

Shen Nanxi had learned his lesson this time; he didn't dare repair it back into Ore, but instead gave it an extremely hardcore definition.

The tip of the brush descended.

Golden light flowed.

Xiao Zhan felt a weight on his body.

This weight wasn't from physical mass, but rather the oppressive feeling of some kind of rule.

The originally crimson armor actually began to change color under the coverage of the runes.

The red faded, replaced by a deep, dark black that seemed capable of swallowing light.

The patterns on it changed as well, becoming ancient and rugged, exuding an aura of primordial desolation.

Buzz!

The final stroke landed.

"All done."

Shen Nanxi put away his brush and wiped his sweat.

"Try it out?"

Xiao Zhan stared blankly at his new armor.

He tried to circulate his spiritual power.

No reaction.

This armor was like a black hole; spiritual power poured into it without even making a sound.

"Junior Martial Uncle, this..."

"Try striking him with a sword."

Beside them, Ye Chenfeng, who hadn't spoken the whole time, suddenly spoke.

He looked at Yue Qinghan.

"Qinghan, use your full strength."

Yue Qinghan nodded, and the long sword in her hand suddenly lit up with a blinding cold light.

"Forgive the offense."

Clang!

A sharp Sword Qi, capable of cutting through gold and jade, slashed heavily onto Xiao Zhan's breastplate.

Clang—!!!

A massive explosion of sound.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The top-grade spiritual sword in Yue Qinghan's hand actually chipped directly!

And where the Sword Qi had struck, not even a white mark was left.

Xiao Zhan remained completely motionless, not even feeling a hint of vibration.

"Holy sh*t?!"

Xiao Zhan's eyes nearly popped out.

Although his battle armor was hard before, it couldn't withstand a full-strength sword strike from Yue Qinghan!

"This hard?"

A sharp glint flashed in Ye Chenfeng's eyes.

He stepped forward, reached out a finger, and lightly flicked the armor.

Ting.

"It's not that the material has changed."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Shen Nanxi, his gaze carrying a trace of shock.

"The rules have changed."

"The current attribute of this armor has been forcibly locked to 'Indestructible'."

"Unless the attacker's Law level is higher than Junior Brother's Talisman Dao, physical attacks are useless."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place erupted in an uproar.

Physical immunity?!

Is this still cultivation? This is cheating!

Xiao Zhan was so excited his whole body trembled, and he grabbed Shen Nanxi's leg.

"Junior Martial Uncle! My dear Junior Martial Uncle!"

"I beg you! Please repair my halberd too!"

"I want it to be invincible!"

Nearby, Yue Qinghan couldn't help herself either. She walked over holding her chipped sword, a hint of expectation on her cold face.

"Junior Martial Uncle... my sword is also broken."

Even Mo Yan squeezed in, holding the book in his hand.

"Junior Martial Uncle, the cover of my book is a bit worn, could you see if..."

For a moment.

Shen Nanxi was surrounded by a group of Martial Nephews.

Looking at those pairs of eager eyes, his sense of inferiority vanished completely.

So... I'm not a waste after all.

I can help too.

"Alright! One by one!"

A bright smile appeared on Shen Nanxi's face.

"Line up, don't push!"

...Sect Master's small courtyard.

Chu Xuanjin lay on a rocking chair, listening to the System notification sounds frantically flooding his mind.

[Ding! Disciple Shen Nanxi repaired the armor for Disciple Xiao Zhan, triggering a thousand-fold critical hit return!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining: Acquired Spirit Treasure · Black Tortoise Sea-Suppressing Armor!]

[Ding! Disciple Shen Nanxi repaired the spiritual sword for Disciple Yue Qinghan, triggering a ten-thousand-fold critical hit return!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining: Immortal-Grade Peak · Great Yin Immortal-Slaying Sword!]

[Ding! Disciple Shen Nanxi repaired the book scroll for Disciple Mo Yan, triggering a hundred-thousand-fold critical hit return!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining: Saint's Manuscript · Chapter of Truth!]

Chu Xuanjin couldn't stop smiling.

"This kid is simply a treasure-farming machine."

"Not only can he turn trash into treasure, but he can also trigger my System returns."

"A win-win situation, a total win."

Just then.

Hum—

The spatial barrier of Myriad Dao Divine Mountain suddenly trembled slightly.

Chu Xuanjin's brow twitched slightly as his gaze pierced through the Void Realm to look outside.

At the foot of the Divine Mountain, not far from the Heavenly Ladder, a tiny crack split open in the Void Realm.

A black monster covered in tentacles and emitting a foul stench was struggling to squeeze out of the crack.

That is... a Void Beast?

"Oh? It seems the commotion of the Divine Mountain's descent was too great and startled the rats in the spatial layers."

Chu Xuanjin had no intention of taking action.

A mere Void Beast comparable to the Soul Transformation Stage was not worthy of his move.

"Just as well."

A playful arc curled at the corner of Chu Xuanjin's mouth.

"These little fellows have all upgraded their equipment; it's time to test them in actual combat."

"Pass the order."

Chu Xuanjin's voice instantly rang out over the Martial Arts Field.

"All third-generation Disciples, hear my command."

"A Void Beast has invaded outside the mountain gate."

"Go immediately to suppress it."

"Shen Nanxi, you lead the team."

Shen Nanxi, who was repairing Xiao Zhan's halberd, felt his hand shake.

"Huh?"

"I... I'm leading the team?"

He, a Mortal in the Qi Refinement Stage, leading a group of Mahayana and Soul Transformation Stage geniuses to fight monsters?

"Don't worry, Junior Martial Uncle!"

Xiao Zhan's confidence was bursting at this moment. He brandished his newly "repaired" black-gold halberd, his Battle Intent soaring.

"With the divine gear you gave us, a mere Void Beast can be slain by me alone!"

"Let's go! Your Martial Nephews will clear the way for you!"

After saying that.

Xiao Zhan, Yue Qinghan, Mo Yan, Xie Lan, and others crowded around the bewildered Shen Nanxi and marched grandly toward the mountain gate.

Ye Chenfeng and the other second-generation Disciples looked at each other and followed with a smile.

There's a good show to watch... outside the mountain gate.

That Void Beast finally squeezed out.

It was as massive as a mountain, its body dripping with corrosive slime, countless tentacles waving in the air, letting out a nauseating roar.

"Roar—!!!"

The terrifying sound waves caused the surrounding rocks to tumble down.

The Old Ancestors of the Sects in the Lower Realm who hadn't dispersed yet turned pale with fright upon seeing this monster.

"It's a Void Beast! And an adult one at that!"

"Run! This thing can swallow space; one touch means death!"

Just then.

A crimson figure charged down from the Divine Mountain.

"Vile beast! Stop your arrogance!"

Xiao Zhan, wearing the black-gold battle armor and holding the black-gold halberd, was like a black meteor, slamming heavily into the Void Beast.

"Take a strike from my halberd!"

Clang!

The halberd smashed into the Void Beast's tentacle.

This time, it wasn't bounced back.

Shen Nanxi's defined "Invincibility" took effect.

Puchi!

That tentacle, strong enough to strangle a mountain peak, was actually cut off like tofu!

"Roar?!"

The Void Beast cried out in pain, and countless tentacles lashed out frantically.

Snap, snap, snap!

The tentacles lashed against Xiao Zhan's body.

If it were before, Xiao Zhan would have been sent flying, spitting blood.

But now.

He stood his ground, motionless.

Those tentacles lashed against his body as if hitting ten-thousand-year-old divine iron, instead causing their own flesh to split and blood to spray.

"Hahaha! Refreshing!"

Xiao Zhan laughed, completely letting go of his defense and attacking without guarding, slaughtering his way in and out of the forest of tentacles.

Yue Qinghan was not to be outdone.

The sword in her hand, after Shen Nanxi's "repair," had an added rule of "Sharpness."

Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Beast's tough skin split open like thin paper.

Mo Yan stood in the distance, flipping through the book in his hand.

"The Master does not speak of extraordinary forces or chaotic spirits."

Law-Following Speech.

A surge of Noble Spirit descended, locking the space around the Void Beast, making it impossible for it to escape.

This was a complete one-sided slaughter.

Shen Nanxi stood behind, clutching a handful of Talismans, originally wanting to help.

But he found... he couldn't even find a way to intervene!

"Junior Martial Uncle! You just rest!"

Xiao Zhan pierced the Void Beast's head with his halberd and turned back to grin at Shen Nanxi.

"This monster is too weak, not enough to fight!"

Seeing this scene, a warm current welled up in Shen Nanxi's heart.

Is this... a team?

He didn't have to face danger alone.

He only needed to be at the back, sharpening their swords and strengthening their armor.

That was enough.

"Watch out!"

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

The dying Void Beast suddenly expanded, its body emitting a wave of destructive energy.

"It's going to self-detonate!"

Ye Chenfeng's expression changed, and he was about to take action.

But he saw Shen Nanxi move.

He didn't retreat.

Instead, he took a step forward.

The spirit fox brush in his hand danced rapidly in the Void Realm.

"Since you all protected me."

"Then let me handle the final cleanup."

"Cleaning Talisman · Large-scale Mode."

"Definition: Eradicate the source of the explosion."

A giant Talisman phantom, a full hundred meters wide, appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the Void Beast that was about to self-detonate.

Hum—

A pale white light flashed.

The expanding Void Beast.

The violent energy.

Even that patch of space.

Vanished instantly.

The heaven and earth became clear.

Only a massive, smooth spherical void remained, proving that something had existed there just a moment ago.

Xiao Zhan and the others stared blankly at that void.

Then they all turned their heads in unison to look at the youth who had put away his brush and had a bashful look on his face.

Only one thought remained in their minds:

It turns out... Junior Martial Uncle is the real powerhouse!