Chen Fan looked at the gray-robed man and narrowed his eyes. "Who might you be?"
"I am Yan Chongyu, a disciple of the Yan family from the Secret Realm."
Chen Fan's thoughts churned. He mused that even within the Secret Realm, there seemed to be various established families.
He said with a deep voice, "I cannot wait that long."
Yan Chongyu shook his head and said, "You dare to come here alone, your strength must be considerable. But there are many experts in the Secret Realm. Setting them aside, even Brothers Kong Qingzi and Yun Yaizi, their strength would not be much inferior to yours!"
"Then there is no other way."
Chen Fan rose with his sword and said, "I believe my request is not excessive, yet it is not granted. Therefore, I must resort to simple and crude methods."
Yun Yaizi let out a cold laugh and leaped up, saying, "Senior Brother Kong Qing, you cannot blame me for this."
Kong Qingzi shook his head and again advised, "Fellow Daoist Chen, why must it be so? Let alone you, even we cannot easily see Fairy Xue Qing. You are simply wasting your effort."
Chen Fan gripped the hilt of the Tian Cong Yun sword, a chilling intent appearing in his eyes.
"Tell me how to enter the Secret Realm, and I will not trouble you further."
Yun Yaizi raised a hand, his true qi flowing, accompanied by a mysterious power. A large palm descended towards Chen Fan.
"Seeking your own doom. Brother Kong Qing advised you kindly, but you insist on embarrassing yourself."
Chen Fan stood as if rooted to the spot.
With a bang, a surge of energy erupted, devastating the side hall.
But Chen Fan remained utterly unmoved.
Yun Yaizi's expression shifted.
"Is that all your strength?"
Chen Fan remarked.
Yun Yaizi possessed strength comparable to a Martial Dao Grandmaster. However, unlike ordinary Martial Dao Grandmasters, his power was not concentrated solely in true qi and internal energy but was dispersed between spirit and qi.
The result was that, to Chen Fan, neither aspect was sufficiently powerful.
Therefore, Chen Fan did not dodge Yun Yaizi's palm. He intended to gauge the man's strength, and the result was negligible to him.
Kong Qingzi and the others also changed their expressions.
Yun Yaizi was certainly not considered an expert within the Kunlun Secret Realm, but generally speaking, he could easily suppress ordinary Martial Dao Grandmasters.
Yet, it was unexpected that his palm strike would feel like a mere tickle to Chen Fan. This was truly horrifying.
"You are courting death!"
Seeing his attack fail and being mocked by Chen Fan, Yun Yaizi's face turned ashen, clearly embarrassed.
He casually drew a soft sword from his waist.
With a flick of his finger, the soft sword danced like a spirit snake.
Yun Yaizi released his grip, and the soft sword sprang up, spinning towards Chen Fan.
He formed a sword seal with his hand. By the time the soft sword reached Chen Fan, it was taut, its glint dazzling, pointing directly at Chen Fan's throat.
Kong Qingzi's gaze narrowed. He wanted to speak to stop it, but the words died on his lips.
He was, in fact, the master of this Kunlun detached residence, responsible for liaison between the Kunlun Secret Realm and the outside world.
His temperament was generally gentle, and he did not wish to see such conflict.
However, Chen Fan was being aggressive, and Yun Yaizi was hot-tempered. It was not easy for him to intervene further.
The sword light arrived. Chen Fan felt the profound meaning within it, let out a disdainful smile, and flicked his finger.
He struck the weakest point of the sword light.
The spirit snake soft sword, as if struck by lightning, was deflected.
Yun Yaizi snorted coldly, changed his sword seal, and the soft sword flew up, circling behind Chen Fan and striking downwards.
Chen Fan's expression was one of disdain. He presented the unsheathed Tian Cong Yun sword.
Simple and crude.
However, the power and energy contained within were extremely formidable.
With a bang, the spirit snake soft sword could not evade Chen Fan's strike. After the collision, it spun away and embedded itself into the wall, the hilt protruding, wobbling incessantly.
Yun Yaizi's body trembled, and his face suddenly turned paler.
Chen Fan took a step forward and said coldly, "Flashy and meaningless!"
Under Chen Fan's evaluation, Yun Yaizi trembled violently and almost spat blood.
His cultivation was indeed not impressive within the Kunlun Secret Realm, but as someone from Kunlun, he felt superior to the mortals outside, looking down on them. How could he endure being ridiculed by Chen Fan in such a manner?
"You are courting death!"
Yun Yaizi roared in anger and leaped forward, intending to engage Chen Fan in hand-to-hand combat.
Chen Fan's expression was grim. He took another step forward and said coldly, "It's my turn!"
"Die!"
Yun Yaizi circulated his true qi to its limit and attacked with all his might.
Chen Fan simply struck out with a palm, the palm force surging like a tide.
Boom!
After the collision of true qi, it was a complete annihilation.
Yun Yaizi, despite his fiery temper, was not very powerful. His true qi shattered. Chen Fan's simple palm strike forced his arms apart, and then he pressed a palm onto his chest.
Like a kite with a broken string, Yun Yaizi flew backward.
Amidst the shocked cries of two young Daoist priests, Yun Yaizi flew out of the side hall and then another ten meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.
He lay prostrate, unable to rise for a moment. After coughing, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood.
"Brother Yun Yaizi!"
The young Daoist priest, about a dozen years old, cried out in alarm and rushed to help Yun Yaizi.
Chen Fan's gaze was ice-cold. With a clang, he drew his sword.
As the Tian Cong Yun sword was unsheathed, a violent and ferocious aura was immediately revealed, carrying a sinister energy, as if wanting to devour all.
Chen Fan strode outwards, each step elevating his imposing presence, as if returning from the Asura Hall. A terrifying killing intent permeated the entire Kunlun detached residence.
Whether it was Kong Qingzi or Yan Chongyu, their expressions changed in unison.
This killing intent, this fearsome oppressive aura, and the silent, chilling energy all made cultivators like them feel an extreme sense of danger.
Kong Qingzi, greatly alarmed, flashed forward and blocked the entrance, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen, why go so far as to kill?"
"Move aside!"
Chen Fan's voice was icy, carrying the implicit threat of immediate violence if his demand was not met.
This was a psychological impact, intended to pressure everyone present.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, while Junior Brother Yun Yaizi may have offended you, it does not warrant this. If you kill him, there will be no turning back, and it will affect your friend's situation in the Kunlun Secret Realm."
Chen Fan said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"
"I would not dare. I am merely stating a fact."
"To be able to enter Kunlun is a matter of destiny. What is rare is that Xue Qingzi possesses exceptional talent and infinite potential. Merely to meet her, causing this escalation of events, is not beneficial to anyone!"
The answer he received was a sword strike from Chen Fan.
What Kong Qingzi said was indeed reasonable, and it touched upon Chen Fan's hidden concerns.
But Chen Fan would not let his opponent know his weaknesses.
Some matters cannot be resolved through mere reasoning. If that were the case, the world would not be filled with so much conflict and injustice.
To expect someone to reason calmly, one must first possess the strength to make them reason.
Otherwise, the other party would likely disregard you entirely, or perhaps simply swat you away and tell you to get lost.
Regarding Su Yingxue, if the Kunlun Secret Realm were amenable, meeting her would have been a simple matter. But the Kunlun Secret Realm would absolutely refuse.
A sword slash cleaved the sky, a violent energy churning. The entire Kunlun detached residence trembled incessantly.
This sword strike seemed to be unstoppable, engulfing everything in its path.
Kong Qingzi's expression was one of horror. He had no time to draw his sword and hastily retreated, raising his hands and entering a state of defensive readiness.
As true qi circulated, yin and yang energies flowed, forming a vast void that blocked the sword.
The yin and yang energies were profound, fully demonstrating that Kong Qingzi's strength was far superior to Yun Yaizi's.
However, the explosive strike was met with a fierce blast. Terrible energy dispersed and surged outwards. Kong Qingzi was thrown back as if hit by a truck, following in Yun Yaizi's footsteps.