152: Chapter 152 A peach from nine thousand years ago? If you have strong teeth, I'll uproot the tree for you!

"Looking down... on me?"

Su Yang's casual remark was like a heavy bomb, exploding within the Yaochi Immortal Palace.

The Cultivators who were originally clinking glasses and chatting merrily all stopped what they were doing, looking at Su Yang as if he were a madman.

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

This was the Yaochi Immortal Palace!

It was a top-tier Holy Land in the cultivation world!

The one sitting above was the Yaochi Holy Maiden, known as both the "Number One Beauty" and the "Number One Genius"!

You, a guy of unknown origin, not only looked down on their three-thousand-year Flat Peaches as defective products but even dared to publicly question if the Saintess looked down on you?

This wasn't just crashing a party anymore; this was rubbing Yaochi's face into the dirt!

"Presumptuous!!!"

Before the Saintess Lin Lang could even speak,

A young man sitting in the chief seat on the right slammed the table and stood up.

"Where did this madman come from! How dare you be so rude to the Saintess!"

The man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in clothes as white as snow. He carried a plain, ancient-looking longsword on his back, and his entire being radiated a sharp Sword Intent, like an unsheathed blade.

"It's the Young Sect Master of the 'Wan Jian Sect'—Ye Guhan!"

Someone recognized his identity and whispered in surprise.

"I heard he's the Saintess's top pursuer and the leader of the sword path among the younger generation. He's already at the Golden Core Middle Stage!"

"Now there's a good show to watch. Young Lord Ye is famously protective; this kid is in trouble."

Ye Guhan stared coldly at Su Yang, Sword Intent swirling in his eyes.

"The three-thousand-year Flat Peach is a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, yet you dare call it a defective product? You even have the delusion of touching the nine-thousand-year purple-veined golden core?"

"Why don't you take a look at yourself in a mirror? Are you even worthy?"

"Kneel down and kowtow to the Saintess immediately to admit your mistake! Otherwise, don't blame the 'Star-Severing Sword' in my hand for being merciless!"

Facing Ye Guhan's aggressiveness, Su Yang didn't even lift an eyelid.

He remained leaning back in his chair, playing with the Flat Peach he had thrown back, as if he hadn't heard a word the other party said.

"Mary."

Su Yang turned to look at Mary, who was eating with grease all over her mouth.

"Is this peach really sweet?"

"Mhm... it's alright."

Mary swallowed a mouthful of fruit and licked her lips.

"While it can't compare to your blood, Boss, it's still a decent fruit."

"Hear that?"

Su Yang shrugged and looked at Ye Guhan.

"It's just a 'decent fruit.'"

"As for that Wan Jian Sect you mentioned..."

Su Yang picked his ear.

"Never heard of it. Do they sell cutlery?"

"You're looking for death!!!"

Ye Guhan was completely enraged.

As a favored son of heaven, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Clang—!

The Star-Severing Sword on his back instantly unsheathed, turning into a brilliant silver stream of light. With a sharp whistle that tore through the air, it aimed straight for the space between Su Yang's eyebrows!

This strike was launched in fury, without holding back in the slightest.

Sword Qi surged, and the surrounding air instantly dropped to the freezing point.

Many Cultivators present were forced back by this sharp Sword Intent, their faces filled with horror.

"What powerful Sword Intent! As expected of the Wan Jian Sect Young Lord!"

"This strike would probably even force a Golden Core Late Stage expert to temporarily avoid its edge!"

However,

Facing this killing blow,

Su Yang remained seated in his chair, not even showing any intention of standing up.

Just as the sword tip was only three inches from his forehead,

He moved.

It wasn't drawing a sword, nor was it casting a spell.

Instead... he flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

The half-eaten peach pit in his hand flew out like a bullet from a barrel, meeting the sword light head-on.

"What is he doing? Blocking a sword with a peach pit?"

"Is he crazy?!"

That thought flashed through everyone's minds.

But the next second,

Clang!!!

A deafening sound of metal clashing rang out.

The seemingly fragile peach pit, under Su Yang's terrifying monstrous strength and Spiritual Qi enhancement, actually became harder than diamond.

It accurately struck the tip of the Star-Severing Sword.

Crack!

The top-grade spiritual tool known for cutting through iron like butter—the Star-Severing Sword—actually began to shatter inch by inch starting from the tip!

"What?!"

Ye Guhan's pupils shrank violently, and before he could react,

After crushing the longsword, the peach pit's momentum didn't decrease as it slammed hard into his chest.

Bang!

“Pfft—!”

Ye Guhan was like someone hit by a speeding high-speed train, flying backward in a spread-eagle shape, spraying a tragic line of blood in the air before crashing heavily into a pillar of the hall.

Boom!

The white jade pillar, thick enough for several people to embrace, was directly smashed with a human-shaped indentation.

Ye Guhan slid to the ground, his chest caved in, eyes rolling back as he fainted on the spot.

His hand still tightly gripped the broken half of the sword.

Instantly defeated!

A total and complete instant defeat!

"This..."

The entire Yaochi Immortal Palace instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's mouths were wide open, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

A leftover peach pit shattered a top-grade spiritual sword and instantly defeated a Golden Core Middle Stage sword Genius?

Is this a damn movie?!

"Oops, used too much force."

Su Yang shook his hand, looking innocently at the unconscious Ye Guhan on the ground.

"Young people these days have such poor physical fitness."

"I told you this peach was a defective product; it's too hard and easily breaks teeth."

"See, it even broke the sword, didn't it?"

"..."

Looking at his punchable expression, everyone had ten thousand complaints they wanted to vent but didn't dare speak up.

How is the peach hard? It's clearly you who are too hard, okay!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Just then, from atop the high platform, came a burst of crisp applause.

The Yaochi Holy Maiden Lin Lang, who had remained silent, slowly stood up.

For the first time, there was a ripple in those deep eyes of hers.

It wasn't anger, but... curiosity.

"Splendid."

Lin Lang's voice was as cool as a spring, seemingly possessing a certain magic that made one's heart flutter.

"Using flying flowers and plucked leaves to injure others."

"Fellow Daoist's cultivation has likely already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul Stage?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was in an uproar.

Nascent Soul Stage?!

In this Dharma-ending age, the Nascent Soul Stage meant one was truly an Old Ancestor-level figure!

No wonder he dared to be so arrogant!

"Touched the threshold?"

Su Yang smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.

"The Saintess overpraises me. I'm just a junk collector with a bit of strength."

"Since the Saintess has finished watching the show, shouldn't we talk business?"

Su Yang pointed to the Forbidden Ground behind the high platform, which was protected by layers of Formations.

"Those nine-thousand-year peaches, I want ten."

"To go."

"Ten?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Lin Lang's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist is being a bit too greedy."

The purple-veined golden core blooms once every nine thousand years and bears fruit once every nine thousand years, yielding only nine fruits at a time."

"Right now, there are only three ripe ones left on the tree, which are the foundational treasures of my Yaochi."

"And you ask for ten as soon as you open your mouth?"

"Oh? There are only three?"

Su Yang smacked his lips in disappointment.

"That's too few, not enough to go around."

"Since there aren't enough peaches..."

Su Yang's gaze suddenly became extremely aggressive as he looked up and down at this high-and-mighty Saintess.

"Then pull up the tree for me."

"I can take it back and grow it slowly, then eat it when it's grown enough."

"Pull up the tree?!"

Lin Lang finally couldn't hold it together, a layer of frost covering her exquisite face.

The Ancestral Flat Peach Tree was the Foundation of Yaochi! It was the core of the Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation!

You want to pull up the tree?

What's the difference between that and digging up someone's ancestral grave?!

"Fellow Daoist, the joke has gone too far."

The phoenix robe on Lin Lang's body moved without wind, and a terrifying pressure ten times stronger than Ye Guhan's erupted from her body.

That was a true—Half-step Nascent Soul!

"You want the Ancestral Tree? Fine."

"As long as Fellow Daoist can break my 'Yaochi Sword Formation', let alone the Ancestral Tree, I'll even hand over this Yaochi Immortal Palace with both hands!"

"But if you can't break it..."

Lin Lang's gaze sharpened.

"Then please leave behind that thunder god golden bone that originally belonged to my Yaochi as an apology!"

"Sword Formation?"

Su Yang glanced at the countless streaks of rainbow Sword Qi suddenly rising all around. Not only was he not afraid, but he laughed even more happily.

"Sure."

"I like this kind of simple and crude gamble."

Su Yang stood up and stretched.

"Reba, Mary, you guys step back a bit."

"There might be a big commotion later; don't get blood splattered all over you."

After saying that, he looked at Lin Lang on the high platform with a playful look in his eyes.

"Saintess, are you ready?"

"I'm going to start... the demolition!"