Chapter 114: What a Windfall!

In an instant, several streaks of killing intent locked onto Chen Xiang. With varying levels of intensity, their cultivation techniques were unleashed, all directed at him.

Having just witnessed Chen Xiang’s strength—his ability to instantly slay two Nascent Soul stage cultivators of the sixth level—they knew that although carelessness had played a part, he possessed at least the strength of an average Nascent Soul stage peak cultivator. Thus, they dared not underestimate him.

Facing seven or eight cultivators charging at once, Chen Xiang felt a degree of pressure. Furthermore, the cavern was narrow, restricting his "Three Thousand Thunder Movements" technique and making it unfavorable for him to maneuver. Seeing the six men charging like fierce tigers, Chen Xiang suddenly gave a wicked smile and retreated rapidly toward the cave entrance. He moved with such speed that the others saw nothing but a lingering afterimage.

"The brat is trying to escape!"
"Hmph, thinking of fleeing now? It’s too late!"
"Let’s chase him down!"

The group sneered, unleashing their own movement techniques and transforming into streaks of light as they pursued him. Only Li Chu remained behind the young man. Having matters to report, he had held back, inadvertently saving his own life.

Seeing that everyone had left the cave and was out of sight, the young man sneered, "Grandstanding. A little bit of strength and he becomes this arrogant. Han Wei’s taste has truly declined."

Chen Xiang had not gone far; he stopped in mid-air outside the cave, watching the ground below. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, yet a faint smile played on his lips. A dim, black light flowed across his right palm, as if something were about to burst forth.

"As I thought, my current cultivation level is still struggling to wield the Great Heaven Creation Palm, and with a proficiency of only 10, I can barely unleash thirty or forty percent of its power," Chen Xiang thought to himself.

His spiritual sense locked onto the group. Knowing they were in pursuit, he prepared a grand surprise for them. Before he could finish his thought, a shout rang out.

"Brat, don't run!"

The six men burst out of the cave in unison. Seeing Chen Xiang standing still outside, they were overjoyed. After all, the narrow cave had restricted them just as much as it had him.

"Haha, I didn't expect this kid to be such a fool. He thought he was running away, but he was actually waiting here for us."
"Hmph, thinking he’s something special just because he has a little power. Today we’ll show him why the flowers are red!"
"This head is mine!"

The group looked at Chen Xiang as if he were an idiot. They had assumed he was fleeing, never expecting him to prepare to fight them out in the open. Wasn't this just suicide?

Before they could prepare themselves, Chen Xiang, seeing that everyone was out, stopped holding back. "Haha, let’s use you lot to test my new technique!" he shouted with a laugh.

He thrust his palm forward. Instantly, the energy between heaven and earth surged violently, converging upon his hand. Simultaneously, space collapsed, and a chilling, pitch-black ring of light expanded from his palm.

Involuntarily, the group looked up at the ring. Its captivating radiance seemed to draw them in, leaving them without a shred of will to resist.

"Run!"

Someone screamed, snapping the group back to reality. Seeing the ring again, expressions of pure terror emerged on their faces.

"We’ll die! We can't block this! Run!" This thought flashed through their minds, and before it could fully register, their bodies instinctively scrambled to flee in every direction.

But their escape was too slow. The black ring of light descended instantly, engulfing them all. The power of creation within the Great Heaven Creation Palm turned them into dust in an instant, dissipating them into the void.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host 'Chen Xiang,' for killing a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Gained 50,000 experience points and one low-grade Nascent Soul!"
"Ding! Congratulations, Host 'Chen Xiang,' for killing a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Gained 50,000 experience points and one low-grade Nascent Soul!"
"Ding! Congratulations, Host 'Chen Xiang,' for killing a Nascent Soul stage high-level cultivator. Gained 100,000 experience points and one mid-grade Nascent Soul!"
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"Ding! Congratulations, Host 'Chen Xiang,' for leveling up. Current cultivation: Nascent Soul stage, fifth level!"
"Ding! Congratulations, Host 'Chen Xiang,' for obtaining a fragment of the Heaven-tier mid-grade movement technique 'Shadow Strategy'!"
...

A series of system notifications echoed in Chen Xiang’s mind. A smile curled at the corners of his mouth. Six fragments of the Heaven-tier mid-grade movement technique had been obtained at once; he was only two fragments away from completing the authentic "Shadow Strategy."

The thought was thrilling. His "Three Thousand Thunder Movements" was only an Earth-tier low-grade technique, and the more advanced "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Bodies" was only Earth-tier high-grade. In the system mall, a Heaven-tier mid-grade movement technique would cost at least ten thousand prestige points; he had made a killing.

What surprised him even more was the power of the Great Heaven Creation Palm. Although wielding it had consumed nearly a third of his spiritual energy, and he had only unleashed about forty percent of its peak power, the result was shocking. One strike to instantly kill six mid-to-high-level Nascent Soul cultivators!

If he had used the four-seal combination of the Emperor Seal Art, it definitely wouldn't have had even half the power of this single strike. The gap between Earth-tier and Heaven-tier was self-evident.

Inside the cave, the young man crushed the handle of his folding fan, his face dark as he watched the scene outside. Although he hadn't gone out, he had felt that terrifying energy. A technique capable of manipulating the energy of heaven and earth had to be at least Heaven-tier!

He had ordered his men to flee the moment he sensed it, but it was too late. As the grandson of the Third Elder of the Heaven Yin Sect in the Southern Wing Kingdom, he knew the value of Heaven-tier techniques. If rumors of one surfaced anywhere, even if it were fake, it would stir the entire region into a frenzy of competition.

His own Heaven Yin Sect possessed only one Heaven-tier low-grade technique as their ancestral treasure. To his knowledge, one needed at least the seventh level of the Nascent Soul stage to even grasp the basics of a Heaven-tier technique. He couldn't fathom how this brat, only at the fourth level, could possess and execute one. Was he a disciple of some major sect from the outside world?

At this thought, the young man’s heart tightened, but he soon calmed down, followed by a surge of ecstasy. The Heaven Yin Sect was one of the top sects among the Four Kingdoms, and he knew many secrets. He knew that outside cultivators were forbidden from entering the Four Kingdoms due to the warning of a mysterious figure.

During the great chaos in the cultivation world years ago, some outside sects had invaded the Four Kingdoms. The local cultivators were generally outmatched and retreating, but when they were on the verge of destruction, a mysterious figure appeared. That person used peerless strength to easily repel the invaders, set up a grand formation around the Four Kingdoms, and warned the outsiders never to step foot inside. He declared that the people of the Four Kingdoms need not fear outsiders, for anyone who dared to set foot on their soil could be killed.

The formation was left behind by that figure, along with four seals hidden somewhere within the Four Kingdoms, known to no one.

If this brat was an outside cultivator, he could capture him and seize the Heaven-tier technique—after all, he himself lacked the qualifications to learn the Heaven-tier technique of the Heaven Yin Sect. And if he wasn't an outsider, then there was even less to fear, for there were very few factions within the Four Kingdoms that dared to challenge his Heaven Yin Sect.

Thinking this, the young man’s eyes grew intensely hot.