Chapter 146 The Staff Shatters the Lightning, the Madman is Beheaded

The noise of the Tianji City market had not yet dissipated when a flamboyant figure arrived on a spirit wind, instantly overpowering the surrounding bustle.

The newcomer wore a gilded cloud-patterned brocade robe. The hem was embroidered with ferocious lightning patterns. As he walked, faint lightning crackled, clearly a precious garment woven from High Grade lightning silkworm silk.

His face was handsome but carried a hint of impatient arrogance. His sword-like eyebrows were slanted, and when his gaze swept across the crowd, it was like a falcon looking down at ants, especially when it landed on Lin Yue, where the disdain almost solidified.

Behind him, two black-clad guards stood tall like pines, wearing standard-issue long sabers at their waists. Their auras were heavy and condensed; they were actually two Cultivators at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, bowing their heads in utmost respect.

"It's the Young Lord of the Thunder Sect, Lei Qianjun!" A Cultivator recognized the newcomer and exclaimed in a low voice. "I heard he has been chasing Fairy Ye Qingcheng for three years, from the Southern Region to the Northern Border. I didn't expect him to follow her all the way to Tianji City!"

"Tsk tsk, Young Lord Lei is at the Early Golden Core Stage, and the Thunder Sect controls three High Grade lightning veins. Not only is his family background prominent, but his own strength is also formidable. Lin Yue is likely in trouble now!"

"Fairy Ye is clearly more inclined towards Lin Yue. Once Lei Qianjun's jealousy flares up, I'm afraid he's going to make a move on the spot!"

The surrounding Cultivators gathered around, their eyes full of excitement for the drama. Many even took a half-step back, fearing to be caught in the aftermath of a Golden Core Cultivator.

Lei Qianjun swept directly through the crowd, completely ignoring Lin Yue's existence, and walked straight to Ye Qingcheng. His originally arrogant gaze softened slightly, but his tone carried an unquestionable dominance: "Fairy Qingcheng, why wrong yourself? The star iron in that brat's hands is nothing but low and mid-grade goods. My storehouse has a hundred catties of High Grade star iron, with a purity as high as ninety-nine percent. Using it to refine your life-bound Puppet is the only way to match the Fairy's methods."

He waved his hand, and a Storage Pouch flew towards Ye Qingcheng. The opening of the pouch was exposed, revealing a small piece of silvery-white star iron, its spiritual light even richer than what Lin Yue had brought out.

"As long as the Fairy nods, not only will the star iron be enough, but any Materials you need for refining Puppets in the future can be sought by the Thunder Sect. I can even invite Sect Elders to help you perfect your Puppet blueprints."

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly and turned to avoid the Storage Pouch, her tone as cold as ice: "Young Master Lei, I have already reached an agreement with Fellow Daoist Lin. A gentleman's word is his bond; how can I go back on it? Although Fellow Daoist Lin's star iron is not top-tier, it happens to meet the spiritual pattern requirements of my Puppet."

"Agreement?" Lei Qianjun's face suddenly sank. He turned to look at Lin Yue, his eyes instantly becoming sinister. The lightning around his body surged, and crackling lightning snakes coiled around him. The pressure of the Early Golden Core Stage pressed down on Lin Yue like a mountain: "It's just a verbal promise, and you dare call it an agreement? Brat, if you are sensible, get out of Tianji City immediately and never appear in front of Fairy Qingcheng again, otherwise don't blame me for leaving you without a corpse!"

That pressure was like a physical entity, making the surrounding Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators unable to help but bend over and hold their breath. However, Lin Yue still stood in place, his expression as calm as an ancient well. The pale golden spiritual light flowed quietly around his body, and the Wanjun Overlord Body operated spontaneously, blocking the Golden Core pressure outside his body; even the corner of his clothes did not flutter.

"Young Master Lei, buying and selling is voluntary. Forced buying and selling is not what a respectable Sect does." Lin Yue's voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire area, carrying a hint of faint mockery. "Besides, Fairy Ye has already made up her mind. Such entanglement is unbecoming of a Young Lord of a major Sect."

"Unbecoming?" Lei Qianjun seemed to have heard a huge joke and threw his head back in wild laughter. The laughter was wrapped in lightning, shaking the surrounding air. "In front of me, Lei Qianjun, the rules are set by me, and the dignity is given by me! A wild brat who popped out of nowhere like you, do you deserve to talk to me about dignity?"

Lin Yue did not stop his steps, his expression remained calm, but his right hand quietly gripped the zhensha divine staff at his waist. This divine staff was a Golden Core Grade Magic Treasure he had snatched from Wu Tianli. The staff body glowed with a faint red light, containing vast baleful power, most suitable for breaking evil and attacking strongholds.

"Crippling him for me!" As Lei Qianjun waved his hand, three black shadows rushed out from behind him, surrounding Lin Yue in a 'pin' formation. Their spiritual power surged, the two guards offered up long sabers, the blades wrapped in lightning, while the other Cultivator condensed a cluster of pitch-black poisonous mist in his palm; he was clearly a poison Cultivator.

The leading black-clad guard had cold eyes, with a cruel smile on his face: "Brat! If you are sensible, surrender obediently, and you might keep your life!"

"Just relying on the three of you, do you deserve to?" Lin Yue snorted coldly. The pale golden spiritual light around his body erupted, the Wanjun Overlord Body operated at full power, his muscle lines instantly bulged, a faint golden light shone under his bronze skin, and a pressure far exceeding the Foundation Establishment Stage spread out.

"False Core Stage?!" The three black-clad Cultivators' expressions changed simultaneously, a flash of horror in their eyes. They thought Lin Yue was only at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage; they didn't expect him to be at the False Core Stage. This gap was not small.

"What are you afraid of? He is just a wild-path False Core. With the three of us joining forces, how could we not be his match!" The leading guard shouted and took the lead, hacking with his saber. The long saber carried crackling lightning, slashing straight at Lin Yue's neck, the saber wind sharp.

The other two Cultivators also attacked at the same time. The poison Cultivator waved the poison mist in his palm, turning it into dozens of poison needles, silently shooting at Lin Yue's acupoints. The other guard circled behind Lin Yue, sweeping his long saber to seal off his retreat.

The three attacks intertwined into a killing net, with poison mist, lightning, and Saber Qi cooperating, clearly accustomed to fighting together, with perfect tacit understanding.

Lin Yue's eyes narrowed, but he was not flustered in the slightest.

He stomped his left foot violently, and the bluestone ground instantly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. His figure rushed out like an arrow off a bowstring. The zhensha divine staff in his hand swept horizontally, the pale red baleful power condensing into a half-foot-wide staff aura, carrying a whistling wind, crashing straight into the leading guard's long saber.

"Clang!"

The loud sound of metal clashing resonated through the alley. The leading guard felt a massive force coming along the long saber, his arm instantly went numb, the tiger's mouth split, and blood flowed directly.

The long saber in his hand was actually shaken out of his grip by the staff aura, flying out and embedding into the nearby wall, the hilt still humming.

Before he could react, Lin Yue had already approached, the zhensha divine staff like a poisonous snake leaving its hole, pointing straight at his chest.

The guard's pupils shrank, wanting to retreat, but he was locked by the pressure of the Wanjun Overlord Body, unable to move, and could only watch as the staff tip magnified in front of his eyes.

"Pfft!"

The divine staff pierced his chest without any resistance, and the pale red baleful power surged into the wound, instantly destroying his Meridians and Dantian.

The guard didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body fell softly to the ground, his aura completely cut off.

"Big Brother!"

The other two Cultivators were shocked and angry, their attacks becoming even more violent. The poison mist condensed into a poisonous python, opening its bloody mouth to bite at Lin Yue; the long saber behind him carried lightning, slashing at Lin Yue's back heart.

Lin Yue dodged the poisonous python sideways, his right hand flicked the divine staff, flicking the poisonous python away. At the same time, his left foot kicked backward, carrying Ten Thousand Jun Force, kicking heavily on the chest of the guard behind him.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed, the guard's chest instantly sank, a mouthful of blood sprayed out wildly, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, hitting the alley wall heavily, twitching twice before there was no movement.

Seeing his two companions killed instantly, the poison Cultivator was so scared that his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. How could he dare to continue fighting? He turned around and wanted to run.

"Stay!"

Lin Yue snorted coldly, his wrist flicked, and the zhensha divine staff left his hand, turning into a red light, shooting straight at the poison Cultivator's back heart.

The poison Cultivator felt the murderous intent behind him, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly sacrificed a tortoise shell shield to resist. But as soon as that shield touched the divine staff, it was shattered by the baleful power. The divine staff continued with undiminished momentum, piercing through his back heart.

The poison Cultivator stumbled forward two steps, his body crashed to the ground, and before he died, his eyes still held unbelievable fear.

In just three breaths of time, the three Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators were all killed by Lin Yue, and all were killed with one strike of the staff, clean and neat.