57: Chapter 57 Elder Su, are you feeling weak?

Su Changhe looked down at Cao Kun from the air, his expression blank.

He raised his right hand, palm facing down, and casually pressed down through the air.

Boom—!

The already violent ink-colored spiritual energy in the night sky surged wildly.

In the blink of an eye,

a massive palm print, ten times more solid than the one that had swatted Yu Linglong away, materialized out of thin air.

Carrying the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage, it slammed down toward Cao Kun's head.

Before the palm even reached him, the violent winds had already flipped every single stone slab on the White Jade Square.

"Be careful!"

Standing at the edge of the square, Leng Qingyue's face turned deathly pale as she tried to rush forward regardless of the danger.

However, she was pinned to the spot by that pressure, unable to move an inch.

In the back of the crowd, Liu Rumeng bit her lip hard.

She flipped her palm, and a jade-green talisman carved with a Hundred-Flower Pattern appeared at her fingertips.

She crushed it with force.

I'm not trying to save this old lecher!

I'm just afraid that if he dies, no one will be able to unlock this ugly iron collar for me!

Right! That's it!

Liu Rumeng found a perfect excuse for herself in her heart.

Yet her beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at the back of the man facing death, her eyes unknowingly turning red.

Not far away, Ye Mei lay in a pool of blood clutching her severed foot, screaming frantically while turning her head to look at Cao Kun.

An Early Golden Core Stage Cultivator didn't even count as an ant before a Nascent Soul powerhouse.

Cao Kun watched the ink-colored palm print smashing toward him and shifted his thoughts.

The Myriad Laws Return to Silence Dao Wheel emerged from above his head.

"Boom!"

The palm print smashed into Cao Kun.

Blinding light illuminated the night sky of Lianxiang Peak with a deathly white glow.

A terrifying shockwave spread out in a ring, completely leveling the White Jade Square.

As the dust settled, Cao Kun stood at the bottom of a crater.

A trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he had held his ground.

The Myriad Laws Return to Silence Dao Wheel began to spin rapidly.

The Nascent Soul-level destructive attack was analyzed layer by layer.

Ultimately, it transformed into pure spiritual energy, pouring back into Cao Kun through his Meridians.

Under this restorative power, Cao Kun's damaged internal organs were instantly healed.

He raised his thumb and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He tilted his head back, looking up at Su Changhe in mid-air.

He grinned, his smile full of provocation.

"An Early Nascent Soul Stage, and this is all the strength you have?" Cao Kun complained in his heart. "It's not even as tight as my Revered Master's grip."

At the edge of the square.

Leng Qingyue covered her small mouth, tears hanging from her eyelashes.

Liu Rumeng's beautiful eyes were wide open, unable to believe what was happening before her.

He actually blocked it?

An Early Golden Core Stage Cultivator took a hit from a Nascent Soul powerhouse head-on?

How is this possible!

In mid-air.

Su Changhe's brow furrowed for the first time; he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

That palm strike of his should have been enough to turn any Golden Core Stage Cultivator into meat paste.

Yet this kid had actually blocked it using a strange Magical Artifact.

Su Changhe snorted coldly, not wanting to give Cao Kun another chance to breathe.

He rapidly formed hand seals.

The ink-colored spiritual energy boiled violently around him.

Three Spiritual Energy Spears, pitch-black and radiating Death Qi, condensed into form.

They shot toward Cao Kun in unison.

Swoosh!

The first spear slammed into Cao Kun's chest.

A massive force exploded, shattering the ground beneath Cao Kun's feet and sending cracks extending several yards away.

But his body was only shaken back half a step.

However, the rotational speed of the Dao Wheel noticeably increased.

Swoosh!

The second spear followed immediately, accurately piercing the same spot.

The Dao Wheel's speed skyrocketed, but strangely, the deafening hum actually grew quieter.

It was adapting.

This time, when the massive impact landed, Cao Kun's body only swayed slightly.

The third spear arrived in an instant.

The spear hit Cao Kun's protective spiritual light without even causing a ripple.

It directly collapsed into points of spiritual light that filled the air.

Cao Kun yawned.

He rolled his neck from side to side.

"Why are your hits getting softer? Elder Su, is your Nascent Soul status faked?"

"Or did you overexert yourself last night and now you're feeling weak? If you haven't eaten, go back and get full before coming back!"

Su Changhe's pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints.

He finally noticed.

Every time that grey wheel spun, the power of his next similar attack would be weakened.

The first strike made him spit blood.

The second strike pushed him back half a step.

The third strike was completely ineffective.

"What kind of wicked Magical Artifact is this?!" Su Changhe's voice was low.

In over seven hundred years of life, he had never seen a treasure that so defied the common logic of the cultivation world!

Above the Hehuan Sect.

Dozens of powerful Divine Senses collided and intersected in mid-air.

The Elders of various peaks who were secretly observing could no longer sit still.

"That wheel... it can analyze and grant immunity to Nascent Soul-level attacks?"

"Such a supreme treasure is unheard of! What is this Cao Kun's background?"

"Su Changhe has used four moves in a row and can't even take down a Disciple who just formed his core... this kid is a monster!"

The Inner Sect Disciples at the edge of the ruins lay on the ground.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Am I blind... did he just take a Nascent Soul powerhouse's attack head-on?"

"You're damn right you're blind! You call that 'taking it head-on'? The third time didn't even break his defense!"

Leng Qingyue's cheeks flushed with excitement.

Her Senior Brother Cao could actually hold his own against a Nascent Soul powerhouse.

Liu Rumeng stared at that tall, straight back.

Her mind was a complete mess.

How many trump cards does this bastard have hidden in his hand?

Su Changhe's face was ashen.

He had cultivated for over three hundred years and roamed Qingzhou.

If he couldn't even deal with an Early Golden Core Stage Junior today, where would his dignity be in the future?

He couldn't keep testing; he had to kill with one blow!

The Nascent Soul within Su Changhe's Dantian vibrated violently.

Above the sky, ink-colored clouds gathered frantically, obscuring the bright moon.

The entirety of Lianxiang Peak fell into absolute darkness.

"Nascent Soul Avatar!"

"Su Changhe is getting serious!" several reclusive Elders cried out in shock.

A phantom several dozen yards high slowly rose from behind Su Changhe.

The Avatar wore an ink-colored Daoist robe, and its face was identical to Su Changhe's.

Except for the eyes, which burned with two clumps of Netherworld Ghost Fire, and Death Qi filled the entire area.

"Die! Let him die!" Ye Mei laughed wildly while lying on the ground. "Changhe! Extract this little beast's soul and refine it!"

The Avatar raised a massive palm, and terrifying spiritual energy was compressed to the extreme.

Right at that moment.

A charming yet absolutely majestic mature female voice rang out directly in everyone's minds.

"Changhe. Stop."

The Avatar's raised arm froze.

It was the Sect Master, Qin Canglan.

A Nascent Soul Late Stage powerhouse.

The voice transmission wasn't hidden; it echoed through the night sky.

"This boy formed his core in a single night. He endured nine bolts of purple-gold heavenly thunder with his Physical Body. His Golden Core quality crushes those of the same rank. He also has such a Heaven-Defying Magical Artifact protecting him; his combat power is extraordinary."

"He is a Prodigy that our Hehuan Sect hasn't seen in ten thousand years."

"If you kill him, you will be severing our Sect's Luck. I will never allow it."

"Withdraw your Avatar. Retreat immediately."

The Sect Master had spoken.

The corner of Su Changhe's eye twitched violently.

The massive Avatar hovered in mid-air, its ghost-fire eyes flickering uncertainly.

All the Elders and Disciples secretly watching felt the unquestionable authority in that voice transmission.

The Sect Master actually personally intervened to protect someone!

And even ordered Su Changhe to retreat!

Leng Qingyue was so moved that tears burst from her eyes.

With the Sect Master intervening, Senior Brother Cao was completely safe.

Liu Rumeng let out a long breath.

Her tense body relaxed.

Then she cursed herself in her heart: Why am I relieved? I should be hoping he gets slapped to death!

Everyone thought Su Changhe would obey the Sect Master's order.

However.

Su Changhe raised his head.

He cupped his hands toward the direction where the Sect Master lived in seclusion.

"Forgive me, Sect Master."

"This boy's identity is unknown, and his cultivation speed defies natural laws. He also possesses a great treasure; he must be hiding an ancient Legacy."

"If he really is a spy sent by the righteous Sects to infiltrate us, and we don't kill him while his wings are still unformed,"

"in time, no one in the Hehuan Sect will be able to control such a monster!"

"For the sake of the Sect's foundation for ten thousand generations and to eliminate a hidden danger,"

"today, I would rather kill wrongly than let him go! I, Su, will bear all the consequences!"

Yu Linglong