Chapter 101

Chapter 101

A Nourishing Meal

Uncle An rendered the Golden Core Realm cultivators astounded. Among the thirty-three, Daoist Qi Qin was the strongest cultivator. The thirty-two of them never would’ve given Daoist Qi Qin attitude, demonstrating just how much of a difference there was from one layer to the next. The only two cultivators they had ever witnessed with energy on par to Uncle An’s were Reverend Jiuhua and Daoist Qing Song. They were the only two to have ever reached Golden Core Realm’s Ninth Layer – so the story went.

Standing before the thirty-three was a third Golden Core Realm Ninth Layer cultivator – Uncle An!n0ve(l)bi(n.)co/m

Ju Wenxing’s legs reactively shifted backward. As Reverend Jiuhua’s prized disciple, he instantly recognised who he was up against and why he wasn’t sent to subdue Dustfallen Sect.

Meanwhile, Uncle An looked unperturbed. The only other times he would be so calm was when around Feng Haochen. Hence, Dustfallen Sect’s disciples could tell he was serious whenever he showed aggression.

Mu Yu estimated Feng Haochen was a Golden Core Realm Fifth Layer cultivator, so he assumed Uncle An was around the same level.

“Shifu must’ve known there was more to what met the eye when it comes to Dustfallen Sect,” muttered Bai Lang.

Needless to say, Dustfallen Sect’s younger cultivators created a stir, as well.

In his normal conversation voice, Uncle An asked, “Are we fighting, or you going to show yourself the door?”

The thirty-three cultivators heard Uncle An’s voice as an amplified, deafening version. They looked to Ju Wenxing to await his call. Ju Wenxing knew Reverend Jiuhua would have to personally subdue Dustfallen Sect if he wanted them, so he replied, “I underestimated you. I would’ve been scared if we were in the past, but my shifu is now a Primordial Infant Realm cultivator. You’re nobody.”

“Then, tell your shifu to come here himself. As for you, you’re not qualified to bark here.”

“You son of a b-”

Daoist Qi Qin cackled. “This old one has never heard of anyone with the abilities of a Golden Core Realm Ninth Layer cultivator. If you really were so amazing, you’d have been a household name long ago, and there would be three leaders. As you are willing to stay at Dustfallen Sect, you must have your reasons. That or you’re bluffing. This one would like to see what you’re really made of.”

Persuaded, the other thirty-two cultivators nodded.

Cheng Yan: “Uncle An, let me receive our guests.”

Mu Yu enhanced his sword with energy and shattered the corporeal crane, but more of them emerged from the phantom. Thousands of them surrounded Mu Yu and fanned wind blades from their wings.

“Falling Shadow Destruction!”

Mu Yu created four sword clones and shot them up to the sky. A myriad of sword clones shot forth from Mu Yu and blasted away the wind blades. Daoist Qi Qin swung down again. A phantom pressed down on Mu Yu. Mu Yu used a lateral step feint and then swiftly moved away, but the phantasmal wing’s swing smashed him in the shoulder, sending him flying.

“Great Peng Spreads its Wings! Die!”

The great peng was a hundred metres tall. Its phantasmal wings literally covered the entire mountain, forcing everyone around to get out of its range.

“What’s next? Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens? You have zero originality.”

Mu Yu retreated thirty-three metres. He used his spiritual energy to contain the sting in his shoulder. Daoist Qi Qin gave him no breathing room, sending his great peng at Mu Yu again. Mu Yu continued to retreat and deflect attacks with his sword. The impact sent vibrations all the way down the sword spine and stirred the spiritual qi in the vicinity.

Using Dustfallen Sect’s second technique, blue energy shot up from Mu Yu’s sword. The energy pierced the great peng’s wing. He then vaulted through the hall to position himself above the great peng that lost its balance and plummeted into the ground, turning to thin air.

Mu Yu closed in on Daoist Qi Qin and attempted to impale the later through his chest. Daoist Qi Qin defended himself with his black fan, generating loud clangs and forcing both of them back.

“The old man is tough,” complained Mu Yu, rubbing the numb sensation away from the shoulder he was struck on.

Daoist Qi Qin couldn’t believe Mu Yu could keep up with him. Nonetheless, if subjugation was out of the question, murder was the solution. Losing to Mu Yu would make him an embarrassment.

“Mu Yu, it seems you need Uncle An’s nourishment.”

“I reckon. You’ll be able to beat the baldy after a meal.”

The twins threw a banana peel as they tried to instigate a fight.

“Shut up! I don’t need it.” Mu Yu embellished his blade with qi and charged again.