274: Chapter 274 My grandfather is a fake Core Formation Elder!

Even a Cultivator at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment would only be able to flee in a panic when facing this arrow!

But the person before him...

Not only withstood it head-on, but was completely unharmed?!

Not even a single wrinkle on his clothes?!

"Im... impossible... this is impossible..."

Meng Zilang muttered to himself, lost in despair, his steps stumbling as he retreated.

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Ye Changge looked down at his palm and nodded slightly.

"It seems that with my current Quasi-Third Rank Body Cultivator's physique, even this kind of talisman treasure—even a strong attack-type one—poses no problem at all."

He thought to himself.

A talisman treasure could at most inherit one-tenth of the power of the original Magic Treasure.

He was now a Quasi-Third Rank Body Cultivator, and his Physical Body's strength was equivalent to a Body Cultivator in the False Core Stage.

Being able to take this arrow was within reason.

However—

He looked up at the distant, dumbfounded Meng Zilang, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

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When Ye Changge's cold gaze swept over him, Meng Zilang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, his hair standing on end all over his body, as if he were being stared down by some ancient Vicious Beast.

His legs gave way, and he could no longer stand, collapsing onto the ground with a "thud."

"Senior... Senior, spare my life!"

Meng Zilang kowtowed like a woodpecker, his forehead striking the rocky ground with a series of thuds, and blood soon began to seep out.

"Senior! This Junior failed to recognize your greatness! It was my mistake to offend you, Senior!"

"I beg for Senior's magnanimity! Please spare this dog's life!"

"This Junior is willing to offer all the Storage Pouches on my person to Senior! I only beg for my life, Senior!"

His voice was filled with terror and pleading, with none of his previous arrogance left.

Ye Changge looked at the figure prostrate on the ground, begging for mercy, without a shred of pity in his eyes.

He was gentle and considerate to his wives, and kind to the Family's younger generation, but that by no means meant he was soft-hearted.

Having traversed the Cultivation World for all these years, Ye Changge had long understood a principle—

If you don't strike, that's one thing, but once you do, the enemy must die!

If he let this person go today, given the other party's background and Heart-Nature, they would surely return for revenge with even more powerful helpers.

At that time, once these trump cards of his were exposed, high-level Cultivators would inevitably think he possessed great treasures, and the trouble would be immense.

An ordinary man is innocent, but his possession of a jade makes him guilty.

He understood this principle better than anyone.

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Ye Changge let out a cold snort, and with a flash of his figure, he instantly appeared in front of Meng Zilang.

Feeling that bone-chilling killing intent, the last shred of hope in Meng Zilang's heart vanished.

He jerked his head up, a flash of madness and despair in his eyes:

"You... you can't kill me!"

"My grandfather is an Elder of the Lingxiao Sect, a False Core True Person!"

"If you dare to kill me, my grandfather will definitely not let you go! He won't let your Family go!"

"The Lingxiao Sect won't let you go either!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, like the roar of a trapped beast.

However—

Before he could finish his words, they came to an abrupt halt.

Ye Changge didn't give him any chance to continue speaking.

He threw a punch!

That fist was plain and unadorned, with no Spiritual Qi fluctuations, no fancy Moves, just a simple punch.

But this punch carried the full Physical Body power of a Quasi-Third Rank Body Cultivator!

Wherever the fist-wind passed, the air was compressed into a visible white shockwave, letting out a dull, thunderous boom!

"Puff—!"

Meng Zilang's head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere!

The headless corpse stiffened for a moment before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ye Changge withdrew his fist, his expression as calm as ever.

It was as if he had just crushed an ant.

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He looked down at the corpse on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed.

The grandson of a False Core True Person... the descendant of a Lingxiao Sect Elder...

This identity was indeed a bit of a hassle.

If it were an ordinary Loose Cultivator or a disciple of a small Family, killing them would be fine, and no one would investigate.

But the Lingxiao Sect was one of the major Sects in the Zhao State, with deep foundations and many Core Formation experts.

If a direct grandson of an Elder was killed, the other party would certainly not let it slide.

Although he had used a Disguise Technique just now to change his appearance, methods in the Cultivation World were endless, and no one could guarantee complete safety.

"Troublesome."

Ye Changge softly uttered two words.

However, it was only troublesome.

With a wave of his hand, a burst of Spiritual Qi struck, turning the headless corpse on the ground into fine powder that scattered with the wind.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the Storage Pouches from Meng Zilang's body.

Those two Storage Pouches were exquisitely made, embroidered with the Lingxiao Sect's mark, and faintly shimmering with Spiritual Qi; they were clearly not ordinary items.

Without any hesitation, Ye Changge moved his mind and directly stored the two Storage Pouches into the System space.

The System space isolated all Karma.

Even Core Formation Cultivators, or even Nascent Soul old monsters, would be unable to track him through the imprints on the Storage Pouches.

This was one of his greatest trump cards.

After dealing with the Storage Pouches, Ye Changge waved his sleeve again, and several Talismans flew out, turning into dots of spiritual light in the air and scattering.

Those Talismans were called "Trace-Vanishing Talismans," which were High Grade second-rank Talismans he had specially refined before coming to the Immortal City, specifically used to erase battle traces and mask auras.

Wherever the spiritual light passed, the smell of blood, Spiritual Qi fluctuations, and even Divine Sense residues in the air were purified one by one, as if no conflict had ever occurred here.

Having done all this, Ye Changge's figure flashed, and he flew into the Grand Array below.

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Inside the Grand Array.

Lu Shiyin stood frozen in place, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

Although she knew her husband was very extraordinary, knew he could kill a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Bandit Cultivator with only Early Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, and knew he possessed all sorts of inconceivable methods.

But today's battle still left her completely stunned.

The opponent was a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

And looking at the opponent's Cultivation Technique attainment and combat prowess, he was clearly a Core Disciple meticulously trained by a major Sect like the Lingxiao Sect, not comparable to those Loose Cultivators with no formal training.

Even more terrifying was that the opponent had even used a talisman treasure!

A talisman treasure!

That was a fragment of a Core Formation True Person's Magic Treasure, a trump card enough to crush any Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

However...

Such a powerful enemy hadn't even lasted three Moves in her husband's hands!

One Move, the Yin-Yang One Qi Grand Capture, forced the opponent to flee in a panic.

One Move, his Physical Body withstanding the talisman treasure head-on, completely unharmed.

The final punch, a direct kill!

Clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

"Husband..."

Lu Shiyin looked at Ye Changge, her beautiful eyes filled with complexity.

There was shock, pride, and a faint hint of... awe.

Seeing his wife's shocked expression, Ye Changge walked forward, gently took her hand, and said warmly:

"Alright, Lu Shiyin. Some things we can talk about after we get back."