35: Chapter 35 What saint? Suppression!

In Wutong Garden, the golden leaves fluttered.

Shen Qingyuan lay lazily on a soft couch, his gaze falling upon Shen Chong, a playful arc curling at the corners of his lips.

"Heh—"

"So it was just a remnant soul!"

Upon hearing these words, the entire courtyard was shocked.

Shen Yuanshan and Shen Yuanhe were stunned simultaneously, subconsciously looking toward Shen Chong.

A remnant soul?

There was a remnant soul inside Shen Chong?

Shen Yuanshan's expression changed abruptly, and he blurted out: "Little Nine, what did you say? There is a remnant soul inside Shen Chong?!"

He and Shen Yuanhe had just taken turns using the Dongyou Cheming Technique to turn Shen Chong inside out, yet they had found nothing.

How could Little Nine see it at a glance?

Shen Yuanhe was also full of suspicion and surprise, his gaze shifting back and forth between Shen Qingyuan and Shen Chong.

Although he knew Little Nine had many tricks up his sleeve, this was simply too absurd, right?

He had actually identified Shen Chong's problem at a single glance!

They hadn't discovered any abnormalities even after using secret techniques just moments ago!

Shen Chong was even more frozen, his face deathly pale.

A remnant soul?

There was a remnant soul inside him?

That thing that constantly devoured his Spiritual Qi and turned him from a Genius into trash... was a remnant soul?

Shen Qingyuan did not explain; he simply sat up slowly from the soft couch.

He looked at Shen Chong with a calm gaze.

"Come here."

Shen Chong subconsciously took a step forward and arrived in front of Shen Qingyuan.

He looked up at this legendary Ninth Elder, his heart filled with nervousness and hope.

He had naturally heard of Shen Qingyuan's reputation in the Shen Family.

A playboy who spent his days at Yicui Pavilion, a trash Elder at the Meridian Opening Realm, the laughingstock of the Shen Family...

But standing in Wutong Garden at this moment, feeling the Spiritual Qi so dense it was almost tangible, and seeing the attitude of the Third Elder and Sixth Elder—

Even if he were a fool, he would know that this Ninth Elder was definitely not as simple as outsiders claimed!

Shen Qingyuan raised his hand and made a light grasping motion toward Shen Chong.

The movement was casual, but with this understated grasp, a monstrous wave surged deep within Shen Chong's Dantian!

"No—!!!"

A shrill, terrified scream erupted from within Shen Chong!

The voice was hoarse and aged, yet carried undisguised panic.

The next moment—

A blinding light erupted from Shen Chong's Dantian!

An illusory figure was forcibly dragged out of Shen Chong's body by an invisible force!

It was an old man with white hair and beard, a thin face, wearing worn gray Daoist robes, his body translucent like a reflection in water.

It was exactly that Saint remnant soul!

At this moment, this once high-and-mighty Saint King Realm expert was filled with horror, his pupils shrinking.

"How is this possible?! You... how could you discover this Saint?!"

His voice was trembling, and as he struggled, light flashed around his body, and the aura of a Saint King Realm remnant soul erupted!

That aura was as vast as the sea and as majestic as a mountain, as if an ancient deity had descended into the mortal world!

However—

Shen Qingyuan merely flicked his finger lightly.

"Bang!"

That aura, which had just erupted, was silenced instantly, like a rooster whose neck had been grabbed.

The old man's remnant soul was suppressed tightly by an even more terrifying force, unable to move a muscle, and even speaking became difficult.

"You... you..."

The old man stared wide-eyed, fixing his gaze on Shen Qingyuan, his face full of disbelief.

He was a Saint King Realm remnant soul!

Even if only a wisp of his soul remained, the essence of his Divine Soul was still at the Saint King level!

In a backwater place like the Southern Territory, this should be enough to sweep through everything!

Yet this youth before him...

He clearly only had the aura of the Meridian Opening Realm, yet he had suppressed him effortlessly, without even leaving him room to resist?!

How could this be possible?!

"Let this Saint go! Do you know who this Saint is?!" The old man roared in a blustering manner, his voice hoarse but tinged with a tremor.

"Noisy!" Shen Qingyuan didn't even glance at him and flicked his hand.

The old man was whipped against the ground, his soul body almost dissipating.

Shen Yuanhe, who was to the side, stepped forward, looked up and down at the gathered remnant soul, and frowned deeply.

"Just you? You're so weak, yet you dare to claim to be a Saint?"

He circled around the old man, his face showing signs of anger.

"Where did you come from, you evil creature, daring to harm our Shen Family disciple? Speak now!"

The old man's expression was ugly.

He was a dignified Saint King Realm expert! Even in the Central Plains, he was an existence that could walk sideways!

Now, in a backwater place like the Southern Territory, where there weren't even many Saints, he was being scrutinized like a clown by a mere Primal Chaos Realm Cultivator.

Shen Yuanshan, standing to the side, was not as calm as Shen Yuanhe.

He stared fixedly at the remnant soul, his face livid, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Was it you?"

His voice was low, yet it carried an intensely suppressed rage.

"Was it you who was consuming Shen Chong's Spiritual Qi? Was it you who made him fall from the Meridian Opening Realm to the Qi Condensation Realm? Was it you who ruined our Shen Family's Genius?!"

The old man subconsciously snorted, his eyes filled with disdain: "A mere Treasure Body; being chosen by this Saint is his fortune. Once this Saint's soul body is restored, I will occupy his Physical Body and live again. Given that he is a member of the Shen Family, this Saint can cultivate a few Dao Seeking Realm Cultivators for your Shen Family—"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yuanshan smashed a fist into him!

This punch carried the full power of a first-stage Primal Chaos Realm Cultivator, the fist wind whistling like a blade, heading straight for the old man's remnant soul's face!

The old man's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, only to find his body suppressed by that invisible force, unable to move at all!

"Boom!"

The fist slammed solidly into the old man's remnant soul!

"Daring to target our Shen Family member, and wanting to use our Shen Family member's Physical Body to revive?"

"You are courting death!"

Shen Yuanshan grabbed the Saint remnant soul like a dead dog, his fists raining down.

Every punch was imbued with the majestic Spiritual Qi of the Primal Chaos Realm, causing the remnant soul to wail repeatedly, its soul body trembling constantly, its light growing dimmer.

"Let you target our Shen Family member!"

"Bang!"

"Let you ruin our Shen Family's Genius!"

"Bang!"

"Let you be arrogant!"

"Bang!"

Shen Yuanshan grew angrier the more he fought, his punches connecting solidly with the body, giving the old thing no chance to catch its breath.

The Saint remnant soul was suppressed by Shen Qingyuan's invisible force, unable to even resist, and could only endure this round after round of violent beating.

"Stop... stop!"

The old man screamed shrilly, his voice changing pitch. "This Saint is the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Holy Land from the Central Plains! You Southern Territory barbarians, how dare you treat this Saint like this?!"

"Central Plains? Xuantian Holy Land?"

Shen Yuanshan sneered and smashed a fist into his face. "An Evil Path demonic Cultivator, and you dare to call yourself a Saint?!"

"Bang!"

Another punch.

The old man's soul body was distorted by the beating, his already illusory figure becoming even thinner, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

He was both shocked and angry, but even more so, he was afraid.

He was a dignified Saint King Realm expert; even if only a wisp of his soul remained, he was still an existence at the Saint King level!

In a place like the Southern Territory, he should have been able to walk sideways!

But who could have expected that in this backwater Guangnan City, in a small courtyard of the Shen Family, such a terrifying existence would be hidden?!

That youth...

The old man glanced sideways at the lazy figure on the soft couch, a deep chill rising in his heart.

How could such a terrifying existence exist in a place like the Southern Territory?!

Could this Shen Family be some kind of hidden ancient clan?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shen Yuanshan's fists continued.