355: Chapter 355 Leisurely Strolling into the Deep Mountains, He Crushes the Blood Fiend Sect with a Single Hand

Chunyu City.

Outside the doors of the Qingfeng Tea House.

The continuous drizzle had long since been swept away by that faint palm wind.

Bright sunlight spilled onto the muddy streets.

Zhou Wannian's washed-out Green Robe, reflecting the sunlight, exuded an indescribable transcendence and relaxation.

He stepped over the dilapidated threshold of the tea house as if it were any other day.

He didn't even pause for a second.

It was as if he had truly only just finished drinking a cup of ordinary, low-quality tea dregs in that tea house.

Rather than casually obliterating a high-and-mighty Core Formation stage Old Ancestor.

Behind him.

The thin boy in grey clothes, Shitou.

Biting his lip hard, he struggled to crawl up from the ground.

His worn-out clothes, stained with mud and blood, trembled in the breeze.

But in his clear eyes, an unprecedented, burning light flickered.

He didn't dare hesitate for a moment.

Desperately.

He moved his thin legs.

Stumbling, he followed closely behind Zhou Wannian.

He didn't know who this big brother in the Green Robe was.

But he knew that as long as he followed this man, his lowly, wretched life would have an incredible chance at survival.

On both sides of the street.

The Mortals and low-level Cultivators who had just recovered from the terrifying pressure of the blood cloud.

At this moment.

They were all filled with terror.

And awe.

They lay prostrate on the muddy sides of the street.

They didn't even have the courage to look up at Zhou Wannian's back.

Even though Zhou Wannian didn't emit even a shred of spiritual energy fluctuation.

But.

The unknown fear of someone who could effortlessly erase a Core Formation stage Old Ancestor.

Was already deeply branded into the depths of their fragile Souls.

The entire street was deathly silent.

Only the steady, relaxed sound of Zhou Wannian's cloth shoes hitting the ground.

And the rapid breathing and footsteps of the boy, Shitou.

Echoed clearly in this mundane city.

“Bi... Big brother...”

Shitou spoke cautiously.

He followed about three paces behind Zhou Wannian.

His weak voice, filled with reverence, sounded in a whisper.

“The Yunlan Mountain Range... is to the south of the city...”

“My dad... my dad was deep in the mountains in a strange black valley...”

“When he found that scrap iron lump...”

Zhou Wannian didn't look back.

He maintained his relaxed posture with his hands casually behind his back.

Stepping over the puddles on the bluestone slabs.

He walked forward unhurriedly.

On that handsome and easygoing face.

A leisurely, faint smile appeared.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, as if he were chatting with a child next door.

He spoke lazily and indifferently.

“South of the city, then.”

“Very well.”

“The mountain paths after a rain are quite refreshing to walk on.”

“I'll consider it a post-meal stroll.”

One after the other.

They walked out of the south gate of Chunyu City as if everything were normal.

The guards at the gate had long since slumped to the ground in fear, not even daring to question them.

Once outside the city.

They were met with a rugged mountain path full of thorns and mud.

This path.

For Qi Refinement Stage or Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, it could be easily flown over by controlling a Magical Artifact.

But for Mortals, it was a difficult trek.

However.

Walking on this muddy mountain road.

Zhou Wannian looked as if he were strolling through a leisurely garden.

His spotless cloth shoes, stepping into the mud, incredibly...

Did not pick up even a single speck of dirt.

Although he had arrogantly sealed 99,999 of his Great Perfection Five Elements Laws.

The most basic Physical Body instincts of 'Invulnerability to All Laws' and 'Absolute Dust Purification'.

Still allowed him to maintain an absolute, transcendent cleanliness in this Mortal world.

Shitou, following behind.

Was already drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

His tattered straw sandals were already deeply mired in the mud.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Desperately trying not to fall behind by even half a step.

Because he had discovered a strange phenomenon.

As long as he stayed within three feet of this big brother.

The poisonous snakes and insects that were usually rampant on this mountain road.

And even some first-rank low-level Yao Beasts that hid in the shadows and occasionally attacked Mortals.

Unexpectedly.

They all retreated in terror!

Keeping a wide berth!

They didn't even dare to make a faint hiss.

It was as if they felt some terrifying Bloodline suppression from the lowest depths of the Universe.

Desperately, they lay prone in the deepest parts of the bushes.

Not daring to move a muscle!

“Big brother... are... are you really a living immortal?”

Shitou swallowed hard.

He finally couldn't contain the shock in his heart.

He asked this question in a small voice.

Zhou Wannian walked ahead.

He casually brushed away a thorny vine blocking the path.

That vine, which was sharp enough to cut the skin of a Qi Refining Cultivator, the moment it touched the back of his hand.

Actually, submissively...

Turned into a fine green powder and drifted away in the wind.

On Zhou Wannian's handsome face.

There was a leisurely smile.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, with a hint of lazy casualness.

He spoke indifferently.

“Immortal?”

“Those things that put on airs all day, sitting in clay and wood idols to eat incense.”

“They live boring lives.”

“As for me.”

“I'm just an idle person who likes to take casual strolls everywhere.”

He tilted his head slightly.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well.

Calmly.

Looked toward the depths of the majestic, mist-shrouded Yunlan Mountain Range ahead.

In Zhou Wannian's tone, there was a natural sense of control.

He whispered to himself.

“The air in these mountains is quite fresh.”

“It's just a pity.”

“There are always some annoying bugs that like to nest in such beautiful scenery, spoiling the view.”

Just as Zhou Wannian's casual self-muttering.

Had just fallen.

“Rumble!”

A violent roar, ten times more terrifying than the previous arrival of the Core Formation stage Old Ancestor!

In the deepest part of the Yunlan Mountain Range.

Abruptly!

It exploded with a deafening bang!

Immediately after.

This originally peaceful deep mountain forest.

Within a ten-thousandth of a second.

Was by a dense, nauseating blood-fiend Qi.

Completely!

Arrogantly enveloped!

Above the sky.

A super flying battleship, thousands of feet long and made entirely of cruel white bones and blood-colored spiritual wood!

Presumptuously.

It tore through the layers of mist.

Dominantly.

It hovered in mid-air in front of Zhou Wannian and Shitou!

This battleship.

Exuded a terrifying pressure.

At the bow of the ship.

Stood a massive, blood-dripping iron sword battle flag!

The Iron Blood Sect!

A top-tier evil Sect with a notorious reputation in the southern region of the Qingping Realm!

This time.

It was no longer some Qi Refinement Stage Outer Sect Disciple.

Nor was it some Core Formation stage Grand Elder.

Instead.

The Iron Blood Sect had come out in full force!

On the deck of the battleship.

Thousands of Foundation Establishment and Core Formation evil Cultivators stood in dense ranks!

And at the very front of the battleship.

On a massive throne fashioned from the skulls of terrifying Ancient Yao Beasts.

Sat a burly figure, radiating a terrifying presence sufficient to completely disrupt the Origin Qi for ten thousand miles!

The Sect Master of the Iron Blood Sect!

Li Batian!

A terrifying powerhouse whose cultivation had reached...

The Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage!

In the Qingping Realm, a lower Middle Thousand Worlds.

The Nascent Soul Stage was the absolute ceiling!

It was a supreme myth capable of moving mountains, filling seas, and easily overturning a massive cultivation Empire!

Li Batian's terrifying crimson eyes, like two pools of blood.

Fixedly.

Stared at the two tiny figures on the muddy mountain path below.

“So it is you, Mortal ant who doesn't know the meaning of death.”

“You killed my Sect's Outer Sect Disciple, and even used some sinister, strange Formation.”

“To kill my Sect's Elder Xue?!”

Li Batian's voice.

Was like the violent thunder of the Nine Heavens.

Carrying the terrifying Divine Sense pressure of a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse.

Toward Zhou Wannian below.

Arrogantly.

Crushing down ruthlessly!

In the face of this pressure.

The ancient towering trees within several miles were instantly crushed into fine powder!

Even the hard rocks on the ground cracked frantically!

Shitou, hiding behind Zhou Wannian.

Felt a desperate aura of death rushing at him.

His fragile Mortal body simply could not withstand pressure of this magnitude.

He closed his eyes in pain, thinking he was surely dead.

However.

Just as that terrifying Nascent Soul pressure.

Was about to touch Shitou's body in a ten-thousandth of a second.

A slender, washed-out green figure.

Normally.

Casually.

Blocked his path.

Zhou Wannian.

Still stood steadily on this muddy mountain road.

He didn't even emit a single faint fluctuation of True Qi.

His ordinary Green Robe.

Under the Nascent Soul pressure that could crush mountains.

Unexpectedly.

Didn't gain even a single tiny wrinkle!

That arrogant Nascent Soul pressure.

The moment it touched the three feet around Zhou Wannian's body.

Was like a faint breeze abruptly hitting an unshakeable, absolute vacuum black hole!

Unreasonably.

Quietly.

It was like a clay ox entering the sea, vanishing without a trace!

“Hmm?!”

On the battleship.

A rare flash of shock and suspicion crossed Li Batian's crimson eyes.

He was a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse!

The pressure he released with full force would have instantly crushed even a massive mountain of refined iron into a pancake!

Yet that poor scholar below without any cultivation.

Unexpectedly.

Was completely unharmed?!

Not only that.

That young man in green actually casually looked up.

Those eyes, deep as an ancient well.

Calmly.

Looked at the massive bone battleship in the sky.

And Li Batian sitting on the throne.

On Zhou Wannian's handsome and easygoing face.

That leisurely smile.

Turned cold and sharp.

And exuded an extreme sense of impatience.

Zhou Wannian spoke in a steady tone, as if looking at a group of noisy sparrows.

Lazily.

He spoke indifferently.

"I was just thinking."

"These annoying flies in the mountains."

"How is it that as soon as one is killed, a whole swarm comes out?"

He casually.

Brushed the sleeves of his Green Robe.

In Zhou Wannian's tone, there was a natural sense of absolute condescension.

He coldly declared.

"Bringing such a large, foul-smelling, broken ship."

"Flying over my head."

"Blocking out the bright sunshine."

"You group of insects who don't know the meaning of death."

"Are you tired of living?"

These calm, arrogant words.

In the empty Yunlan Mountain Range.

Echoed clearly.

Upon the warship.

Thousands of Evil Cultivators from the Iron Blood Sect.

The moment they heard these words.

All froze in disbelief.

Immediately after.

A burst of earth-shaking wild laughter and angry curses erupted!

"Hahaha! Is this Mortal crazy?!"

"He actually dares to point at the Sect Master's nose and call us insects?!"

"Kill him! Cruelly extract his Soul and refine his spirit!"

Li Batian laughed even harder out of extreme anger.

On his hideous face, the muscles contorted.

"Good, good, good!"

"I have dominated the Qingping Realm for over a thousand years!"

"This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant ant of the Mortal world!"

"No matter what strange concealment Magic Treasure you've used!"

"Today, I will thoroughly crush you into mincemeat!"

Li Batian stood up violently from his throne.

He didn't let his subordinates act.

Instead, cruelly.

He personally raised his right hand.

The terrifying magic power of a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse, within a ten-thousandth of an instant.

Gathered frantically!

"Blood Sea Overwhelming the Heavens!"

"Die for me!"

Boom!

A massive, sky-blotting blood-colored giant hand.

From above the heavens.

Carrying the world-destroying pressure of the Nascent Soul ultimate path.

Toward Zhou Wannian and the muddy mountain path below.

Arrogantly!

Ruthlessly, it slapped down with great force!

This single palm.

Was enough to instantly erase all mountains, rivers, and living beings within a hundred-mile radius!

Instantly erase!

Facing such a terrifying Nascent Soul strike.

Shitou, hiding behind Zhou Wannian.

Had already fallen into complete and utter despair.

He knew that in this kind of fight between immortals, a humble Mortal like himself wasn't even worth a tiny speck of dust.

However.

Zhou Wannian, standing in the middle of the muddy mountain path.

Still stood steadily in place.

He didn't even take half a step back.

He just normally.

Casually.

Let out a sigh.

Zhou Wannian's expression was calm, as if he were shooing away a swarm of mosquitoes that didn't know any better.

He indifferently muttered to himself.

"The fools of this world."

"Why do they always like to shout so loudly?"

He casually.

Slightly lowered his head.

His deep gaze calmly looked at the ground beneath his feet.

In that muddy puddle.

Lay an ordinary, withered yellow leaf that had been knocked down by the rain.

Zhou Wannian normally.

Reached out his long, fair right hand.

Casually.

Toward that ordinary withered leaf.

Plainly and indifferently.

Slightly, he drew it toward him from a distance.

That withered leaf.

Obediently flew to his fingertips.

Zhou Wannian casually held the withered leaf between two fingers.

He didn't infuse it with any terrifying True Qi.

Nor did he undo the terrifying Seal of his inner universe.

He just.

Purely.

Used a negligible trace of physical strength from this Physical Body, which had been tempered by the Great Perfection Five Elements Law.

Facing the heavens.

That terrifying, violently crashing blood-colored giant hand of the Nascent Soul Stage.

And that massive White Bone Warship.

Plainly and indifferently.

Casually.

With effortless ease.

Flicked it upward!

"Swoosh—"

That ordinary withered yellow leaf.

In the ten-thousandth of an instant it left Zhou Wannian's fingertips!

An incredible scene of absolute dimensional reverse crushing!

Within this low-dimensional Qingping Realm mountain range!

Silently.

Terrifyingly.

Exploded with shocking force!

That withered leaf.

Did not burst forth with any deafening light.

Nor was there any terrifying sound of breaking air.

It.

Was like a fragile swan feather.

Abruptly.

Unreasonably.

Quietly.

Collided with that terrifying Nascent Soul Stage blood-colored giant hand!

And then.

"Chirr—"

A slight.

Yet clear.

Sound, like a sharp scalpel slicing through a piece of fragile tofu.

Echoed strangely in the Void Realm!

That blood-colored giant hand, claimed to be able to cover the sky with one hand and crush mountains.

The moment it touched that withered leaf.

From the palm to the wrist.

Showed a desperate structural collapse!

That weak trace of absolute mass cutting attached to the Great Perfection Five Elements Law Physical Body!

Arrogantly.

Directly sliced through this terrifying Nascent Soul ultimate path magic power!

"Crack... crack..."

Dense sounds of shattering exploded frantically in mid-air!

The blood-colored giant hand disintegrated inch by inch.

Turning into fine red dust flying all over the sky!

However.

This incredible erasure.

Was only a negligible beginning!

That ordinary withered leaf.

After smoothly slicing through the Nascent Soul giant hand.

Its momentum did not decrease!

It didn't even feel the slightest bit of obstruction.

Arrogantly.

Domineeringly.

Directly toward the heavens.

That massive White Bone Warship.

Gently.

Floated over!

"This is impossible!!!"

Li Batian, standing before the throne of the warship.

That hideous old face.

At this moment.

Completely, utterly.

Froze!

In his blood-red eyes, there was extreme disbelief and a desperate tremor originating from the deepest part of his Soul!

He felt it.

On that ordinary withered leaf.

It contained something that in his entire life.

No.

Something that all the Cultivators in the Qingping Realm combined.

Could not understand at all, and absolutely could not resist—the absolute physical mass of a higher dimension!

Before this mass.

His Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivation.

His Iron Blood Warship, which he was so proud of.

Were simply.

Countless times more laughable than a fragile piece of window paper!

"Escape!!!"

Li Batian let out the most shrill and terrified scream of his life!

He didn't even care about his loyal Disciples.

He frantically burned his Nascent Soul Origin.

Attempting to turn into a violent blood shadow.

Desperately trying to escape this warship that was about to be erased!

But.

It was late.

Everything was too late.

Under Zhou Wannian's casual flick.

How could any ant have the luck to escape?

"Bang—"

A dull.

Tiny sound, like a fragile egg being roughly crushed.

Above the Yunlan Mountain Range.

Sounded cleanly.

That ordinary withered leaf.

Smoothly.

Touched the bottom of that massive White Bone Warship.

Within a ten-thousandth of an instant!

That top-tier flying Magic Treasure, built entirely from the bones of hard Ancient Yao Beasts.

Under the weak mass-cutting of that withered leaf.

Showed a desperate physical collapse!

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

Piercing, scalp-numbing sounds of dissolution.

Above the heavens, they exploded densely!

The warship's Formation light screen was instantly extinguished.

The giant keel hull disintegrated inch by inch.

Those thousands of arrogant Evil Cultivators of the Iron Blood Sect.

Couldn't even let out a faint scream.

Desperately.

Along with that massive warship.

Completely.

Neatly and cleanly.

In mid-air.

By that ordinary withered leaf.

Unreasonably.

Had all their physical forms erased!

Turning into a large cloud of fine, grey dust without any smell of blood!

This cloud of dust.

Quietly.

Sprinkling down.

Like a desperate heavy snow.

From above the heavens, it slowly drifted down.

Falling onto the muddy mountain path.

Falling into the dense forest.

Becoming a part of this Yunlan Mountain Range.

Fertile, negligible spring flower fertilizer.

And that high and mighty, arrogant Nascent Soul Stage Sect Master, Li Batian.

His figure, which was fleeing by burning his Origin.

The moment it touched the aftershock of that withered leaf.

Also, without any suspense.

Abruptly.

Turned into a tiny cloud of grey powder.

Cleanly merging into that sky-filling snow of bone ash.

An instant kill.

A true, casual instant kill using a withered leaf.

An absolute crushing instant kill.

A Sect Master.

Thousands of elites.

A top-tier warship.

In Zhou Wannian's ordinary flick of a finger.

Completely.

Vanished into ashes.

On the mountain path.

Dead silence.

A breeze blew past.

That pungent smell of blood.

Had already been cleanly erased.

Only the faint fragrance of earth remained in the air.

Shitou, hiding behind Zhou Wannian.

Stared blankly at the sky.

He swallowed hard with difficulty.

In his clear eyes, there was extreme shock and daze that could not be described in words.

This...

This terrifyingly massive warship.

Just...

Was made to disappear by Big Brother casually throwing a leaf...

Just like that?!

Zhou Wannian normally.

Retracted that right hand he had casually flicked.

He leisurely brushed the sleeves of his Green Robe.

On that handsome and easy-going face.

There was a comfortable, relaxed, faint smile.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady.

Carrying a natural laziness.

Casually.

He indifferently spoke.

"These mosquitoes filling the sky have finally been swatted clean."

"Now, even the air is much fresher."

He normally turned his head.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well.

Calmly looked at the grey-clothed youth with a face full of daze.

Zhou Wannian took steady and leisurely steps.

Stepping on the muddy mountain path.

Unhurriedly.

Continued to walk deeper into the Yunlan Mountain Range.

Zhou Wannian didn't look back.

His tone was steady.

A sentence casually drifted over.

"Little fellow."

"Don't just stand there dazed."

"Let's go."

"Take me to see what kind of interesting junk."

"Is actually hidden in these deep mountains and old forests."