77: Chapter 77 You're a Grandmaster?!

The solid wood desk in front of Wei Feisen was shattered into powder by his uncontrolled True Qi.

He stared at you intently, his chest heaving violently, the shock in his eyes beyond words.

"How did you know?" Wei Feisen's voice was hoarse.

You smiled.

"If I said my eyes can see the future, would you believe me?"

Wei Feisen glared at you, clearly dismissing this as nonsense. He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and sat back down on his chair.

He was, after all, the head of a gang, and he quickly calmed down.

"Good, very good." Wei Feisen suddenly laughed, his laughter growing louder and tinged with madness. "Wanwan, you have truly given me a huge surprise."

He stood up and walked toward you step by step.

"Since you even know about the Immortal Puppet, you should understand that the Puppet possesses combat power comparable to an Earthly Immortal." He walked up to you and looked down at you. "In this Great Qing, I, Wei Feisen, am the sky."

"Do you think you have any qualifications to negotiate with me?"

He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of your grand armchair, enclosing you in his shadow.

"You want me to cooperate with you to find the Immortal Cave in Daliang Mountain? Fine." The fanaticism reappeared on his face, his eyes staring at your lips in a nearly pathological way. "Marry me."

"As long as you become my woman, this Black Tiger Gang will be yours, and the Immortals Abode will be yours too."

You leaned back against the chair, looking at Wei Feisen's face so close to yours, and thought to yourself, "Sigh, it's really the same temperament after all."

You looked straight into his eyes and said indifferently, "Without me, you cannot open the Immortal Cave."

"I don't care!" Wei Feisen roared, completely tearing off his mask. "You must marry me! You can only be Wei Feisen's woman in this life!"

After saying that, he suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed fiercely at your wrist.

Wei Feisen's movements were extremely fast, carrying the True Qi peculiar to an Innate Martial Artist.

He did not use his full strength, fearing he would crush your slender bones, but this force was enough to easily lock down any Acquired Martial Artist.

Just at the moment his fingertips were about to touch your skin.

You raised your hand.

Your movement looked slow, yet it clamped onto his wrist with extreme precision.

Wei Feisen was stunned for a moment.

He tried to pull his hand back, only to find your fingers were like iron hoops, locked tightly onto his pulse point.

He frowned and snorted coldly. The True Qi of Xiantian Peak surged, rushing wildly down his arm as he attempted to shake off your grip.

However, it was like a clay ox entering the sea.

His True Qi, which was capable of splitting stones, didn't even stir a ripple the moment it struck your body; it vanished without a trace.

Wei Feisen's expression finally changed.

He suddenly extended his left hand, turning his claw into a palm, and with a fierce True Qi wind, struck toward your shoulder.

You remained seated in the chair, not even changing your posture, and with a casual lift of your left hand, you once again precisely grabbed his left wrist.

The two of you were deadlocked in mid-air in an extremely bizarre posture.

"Break for me!" Wei Feisen roared.

The True Qi in his body erupted without reservation, and the violent airflow swept outward with him as the center, causing the curtains in the hall to flutter loudly.

However, you sat in the chair, completely unmoved.

Not even a corner of your clothing was stirred by his True Qi wind.

You looked at his flushed face, your eyes as calm as if you were watching a three-year-old child splashing in a mud pit.

"How is this possible..."

Wei Feisen stared at you, his eyes filled with unconcealable horror.

He was already at Xiantian Peak, only half a step away from entering the realm of a Grandmaster. There was only one possibility for someone to render him completely powerless and absolutely suppress his True Qi.

"You are a Grandmaster?!"

Wei Feisen's voice went out of tune.

He felt his worldview collapsing. When he observed her before, he had never seen her practice martial arts. Even if she had been practicing in secret, a sixteen-year-old Grandmaster? Even if she started to Cultivate from the womb, it wouldn't be possible to be this fast! In the entire history of the Great Qing Martial Forest, no such absurd monster could be found!

But the facts were right before his eyes; he had no choice but to believe it.

After the shock, Wei Feisen did not feel fear; on the contrary, the fanaticism in his eyes was even more intense than before.

He suddenly stopped struggling and let you hold his hands.

He leaned his head forward, brought his face close to your neck, and took a deep breath of your fragrance.

"So fragrant..." A pathological smile curled at the corners of his mouth, and his voice carried a hint of intoxication. "Wanwan, how many more secrets do you have that I don't know about? You really make me more and more fascinated."

You looked at his perverted appearance, and your mouth twitched slightly.

Wei Feisen was indeed Wei Feisen; his train of thought was truly not something a normal person could understand.

"Even if you beat me to death, you must marry me." Wei Feisen opened his eyes and stared straight at you. "At worst, I will use that Immortal Puppet to tie you back and lock you on the bed every day..."

Before he could finish speaking.

You suddenly bent your right leg.

The True Qi of a Great Grandmaster condensed at your knee, not leaking a single bit, and with terrifying kinetic energy, it slammed into his lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

Wei Feisen's eyes bulged out, and the flush on his face faded instantly, turning deathly pale.

You let go.

He curled up like a boiled shrimp, clutching his stomach as he retreated five or six steps, finally dropping to one knee with a "thump," gasping for air.

"You..." He was in so much pain he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

You stood up from the chair, straightened your slightly wrinkled prisoner uniform, and walked up to him.

"Are you sober now?" You looked down at him.

Wei Feisen raised his head, gritting his teeth to force out an ugly smile. "Wanwan... you are ruthless, but it doesn't matter; hitting is affection, scolding is love."

You ignored him, just watching him quietly as he squirmed on the ground.

It took him a full incense stick of time to barely manage to stand up. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he opened his arms to you. "I'll say it again: want to cooperate? Fine! But you must marry me."

"Impossible, change your condition." You rejected him without hesitation.

"Since you don't want to marry me, then forget it." He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, his eyes turning cold again. "You've already told me the location, and it seems you don't even know where the Immortal Cave is, right? In that case, I'll take people to Daliang Mountain myself and bring the Puppet to dig. I don't believe I won't be able to find an Immortal Cave after turning the whole mountain over."

"Why would I need to cooperate with you?"