After receiving the sound transmission spirit stone back from Mo Qi, Xue Nü asked with a hint of sourness, "Who was that girl sitting with you that day? I feel like I've seen her somewhere before. Is she your childhood sweetheart?"
Mo Qi smiled and shook his head, "She's from my hometown, but not my childhood sweetheart."
"Oh," Xue Nü nodded, looking a little lost.
Just then, another person emerged from the crowd. Mo Qi recognized him as Chang Yuhuan.
Chang Yuhuan looked at Mo Qi with surprise, "Brother Mo, you're quite something. You actually drove Yuwen Dong away. I didn't expect you to be so formidable. It seems I underestimated your cultivation level before."
Mo Qi rolled his eyes. Yuwen Dong ran away because I scared him! It was Yukfu I actually fought off. You not only underestimated my cultivation level before, but you're still underestimating it now.
As Mo Qi was about to reply, Chang Yuhuan turned to Xue Nü beside him and bowed, "Miss Chao, is that you? Hello, my name is Chang Yuhuan, a friend of Brother Mo Xin."
Xue Nü merely nodded faintly and then said to Mo Qi, "I'm leaving now. Remember to tell me if anything comes up." With that, she turned and walked away.
Chang Yuhuan stood there, frozen, feeling as if it were snowing around him!
In the Yuwen family's grand estate, Yuwen Changsha returned from the sect, his heart filled with rage. Today had been incredibly infuriating. He had discussed marriage arrangements for their children with Elder Chao Jing today, only to be rejected! The reason given was that the daughter was grown and had her own mind, having taken a liking to someone else, and he was powerless to do anything about it! How outrageous! In the entire Qionglu Realm, and indeed the entire Southern Continent, what family could compare to his? And how dare Chao Jing! Not only were their families friends for generations, but in this generation, he was an elder of the Tiandu Sect, while Yuwen Changsha was the sect leader, overseeing him. His father was a Deputy Leader of the Sixth Tier, and his daughter was a Leader of the Sixth Tier, also overseeing him. How dare he defy Yuwen Changsha! Since when did the sect leader's words carry so little weight? Was he truly not afraid of Yuwen Changsha crippling him?
Yuwen Changsha sat in his chair, fuming alone. He now hoped Yukfu would bring back some good news, which might help calm his mood today. Initially, Yuwen Dong had a conflict with a disciple from the Tianjie Academy named Mo Xin. Yuwen Changsha thought it was a minor dispute between children that they could resolve themselves. He never expected Yuwen Dong to privately summon Mu Shaoyang and the others, only for Mu Shaoyang and the rest to never return. At that time, although he was angry with Yuwen Dong, he had also instructed Yukfu to handle the matter. While he didn't explicitly state how to handle it, Yukfu naturally understood the discretion required.
Just then, a "crack" sound echoed from the courtyard, as if something had fallen from the sky and landed within. Yuwen Changsha leaped up and landed in the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the scene. Yukfu's legs were severed at the knees, blood pooling on the ground. His face was pale, his demeanor dejected, and his eyes filled with shame. Looking at Yuwen Changsha, he managed to call out, "Sect Leader!" before fainting.
Yuwen Changsha hurriedly used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding and protect Yukfu's heart. In the cultivation world, one could still float without legs, but it would inevitably lead to some disadvantages in future confrontations. "What happened? Even Yukfu couldn't defeat him? Who exactly is this disciple?" Yuwen Changsha was both shocked and enraged. What worried him most at this moment was Yuwen Dong, as Yuwen Dong had gone out with Yukfu. Now that Yukfu was injured and unconscious, Yuwen Dong had not returned... The more he thought about it, the more dreadful it became. If anything were to happen to Yuwen Dong, he swore that the person named Mo would be utterly destroyed! He immediately ordered someone to carry Yukfu away and dispatched a follower, A Si, to the Tianjie Academy.
Just then, Yuwen Dong returned, wailing loudly. At his age, couldn't he have some backbone? Yuwen Changsha was finally relieved. He glared at his son, "Speak properly, don't cry. No one will pity you." Yuwen Dong indeed stopped crying, his tears drying instantly. With a crestfallen face, he said, "Father, I'm finished. I can never cultivate again!"
"What?" Yuwen Changsha took two quick steps forward, grabbing Yuwen Dong by the shoulders, his face turning green. "Say that again!"
"Father, you must seek justice for me," Yuwen Dong knelt down with a thud. "It's that Mo Xin again. To snatch Chao Xixue from me, he sealed my cultivation. My cultivation can no longer advance."
"It's Mo Xin again!" Yuwen Changsha gritted his teeth. "But how could he seal your cultivation? Only someone at the divine level could do that," Yuwen Changsha then asked with suspicion.
Yuwen Dong started crying again, "But he made me eat something, and he definitely told me that my cultivation could not advance any further."
Yuwen Changsha glanced at him and said, "Let me see." He placed a hand on Yuwen Dong's head and said, "I'll try to input spiritual power, and you try to circulate your own. See if you can absorb it."
Yuwen Dong immediately wiped away his tears, "Okay, Father!" Then, spiritual power slowly flowed from Yuwen Changsha's fingers into Yuwen Dong's body, like a flowing river, without end. A magnificent sight unfolded, like the ebb and flow of rivers and seas. The great river instinctively surged forward, but for some reason, as if encountering an obstruction, it suddenly reversed, unstoppable.
Yuwen Changsha was greatly alarmed and had to stop the input of spiritual power. "What did he make you eat?" Yuwen Changsha asked in horror.
"I think it was some kind of spirit-parasite worm," Yuwen Dong said after thinking for a long time.
"Spirit-parasite worm? What is that?" Yuwen Changsha asked blankly.
"Ah? You don't know either? Then I truly have no hope," Yuwen Dong's tears began to flow again.
"This Mo Xin is utterly outrageous, deserving of death!" Yuwen Changsha roared, then shot off like a green rainbow. Yuwen Dong looked up at the sky, "Father, you must tear him into a thousand pieces."
At Tianjie Academy, Mo Qi was meditating in the back mountain, comprehending the Sun Chasing Star Plucking Art. Suddenly, a colossal figure appeared in the sky, like a mountain peak suspended above the academy. His voice, like the tolling of a bell, spread to every corner of the academy, "Who is Mo Xin? Come out quickly and die, or I will flatten this entire Tianjie Academy!"
While meditating, Mo Qi sometimes felt a sun subtly appearing in his heart through the mental cultivation mantra, only to vanish when he searched for it. He opened his eyes and sensed the earth and mountains, the lush greenery, the rising and setting of stars, then returned to meditation. For a while, he felt a warm sensation, as if the sun were gently rising. Suddenly, a voice boomed, "Who is Mo Xin..." shattering all the visions. Mo Qi looked up and saw a colossal figure standing in the sky above the academy, utterly disregarding and trampling on the dignity of everyone at Tianjie Academy. Most importantly, they were being trampled because of him.
"I am here," Mo Qi looked up at the sky, his voice like a resonant bell. "If you want to flatten Tianjie Academy, you'll have to get past me first." As he spoke, Mo Qi leaped into the air, reaching a position parallel to Yuwen Changsha. He was shocked to realize how small he was, like an ant looking up at a giant. "Although I don't want to ask, I still have to ask, who exactly are you?" Mo Qi asked, neither subservient nor arrogant.
"I am Yuwen Dong's father, Yuwen Changsha. I shall let you die with no regrets," Yuwen Changsha said. As he spoke, his entire body lunged forward like a mountain, his fist striking with world-destroying power. Mo Qi first erected a thick ice wall, then channeled his Earth Arrow spiritual power, forming a colossal arrow shadow before him, spanning heaven and earth. With a crash, Yuwen Changsha's fist struck the ice wall, which collapsed without pause, shattered ice raining down like a storm. Yuwen Changsha's iron-like fist continued its charge. Mo Qi pointed his hand, and the ripples trembled. The giant arrow's light surged outward, striking towards Yuwen Changsha. It carried wind and momentum, radiating intense heat, its edges shimmering with iridescence. The surrounding air vibrated, as if a piece of cloth had been pierced in the middle, its threads pulling at the surrounding fabric, causing it to tremble. Centered on the tip of the arrow, a vortex formed and extended infinitely forward, unstoppable. However, the fist struck forward with such ferocity and recklessness, meeting the giant arrow head-on. Centered on the arrow's tip, the giant arrow rapidly collapsed and dispersed outwards. The tail portion, however, remained unbroken and struck Yuwen Changsha's massive body, only causing sparks to fly and then fall away. Yuwen Changsha's body remained unharmed.
"A body cultivator!" Mo Qi exclaimed in shock, never expecting Yuwen Changsha to shatter his techniques entirely with his bare fists. He was witnessing the power of a body cultivator for the first time. Simultaneously, Yuwen Changsha's fists struck like lightning. Mo Qi's body flew out in a straight line like a kite with a broken string, until he landed back on the mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust that lingered for a long time.
At some point, a barrier slowly rose around Tianjie Academy. In just a moment, countless ice shards, arrow energy, and spells had entered the academy, causing damage to some buildings. The dean and some stewards had quietly activated the barrier, but it was one-way: outsiders could not enter, but insiders could leave. With this protection, the students within the academy fearlessly emerged from their rooms, standing in the plaza, under the eaves, and other locations, looking up to watch the battle. Some sat on rooftops, cracking melon seeds.
"Isn't that Yuwen Dong's father, Yuwen Changsha? I heard he's already at the Mahayana stage."
"Why is he here throwing a tantrum?"
"It's all because of a woman. That person is Mo Xin. He snatched Yuwen Dong's woman, Chao Xixue, and sealed Yuwen Dong's cultivation. Of course, Yuwen Changsha has to stand up for his son."
"Chao Xixue? The one dressed all in white? The one with white hair? It's no wonder. She's so beautiful, I'm tempted just looking at her. Any man would be tempted, but I don't have the strength. If I had the strength, I'd go for it too."
"Alas, it's fortunate you have self-awareness. He's the type who overestimates himself and courts his own destruction. The Yuwen family, can an unknown nobody contend with them?"
"Alas, it's a pity. So young. I heard he's very skilled at alchemy. Teacher Dou Bai thinks highly of him, giving him credits without needing to take exams."
"Four hundred points, wasted. It would have been better if it were given to me. I've been studying for two years and am just four hundred points short."
"That last strike, it must be over by now. That world-destroying punch landed squarely. Anyone would be annihilated."
"It did land squarely. I saw it very clearly. It should be over."
"What a disappointment. I haven't even cracked a few melon seeds, and it's already over."
Mo Qi's body was almost shattered by the single strike. Fortunately, he had the Undefeated Golden Body protecting him. Although not yet in its complete form, it was not easily broken. To deal with a body cultivator, it seemed the only way was to fight fire with fire. Mo Qi, while the dust was still swirling, first took a few emergency pills, then began to feed himself the ingredients for refining the Golden Body Pill piece by piece, while simultaneously activating his Blazing Fire divine ability.
A moment later, as the dust dissipated, a colossal figure, entirely crimson, flew out from the mountain, flames swirling around him. His arms blazed with red sparks, his fingers curled into fists, like molten rock from hell, fused together piece by piece, forming an impenetrable instrument of infernal punishment.
"Ah? What is that?" Exclamations of shock arose from the academy.
"Is that Mo Xin? He's not dead yet? This is too unbelievable. Even someone at the Mahayana stage would likely be dead after taking that punch, let alone a mere Nascent Soul stage cultivator."
"What is this form? Could he also be a body cultivator?"
Some female students gazed dreamily at the imposing figure, finding him incredibly dashing, and unknowingly pledged their hearts to him. Fighting such a powerful opponent was the lifelong dream of many. Seeing someone else achieve their dream now evoked a sense of admiration.