Chapter 103: Slaying the Spirit Venerable

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“Cough.”

The Grand Elder coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, his body blasted out like a cannonball, flying hundreds of meters away.

With a heavy thud, he crashed onto the ground, creating a three-meter-wide crater.

Instantly, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

No one dared to believe their eyes. A Grandmaster already stood as a peerless figure among men; a Spiritual Sovereign was like a terrestrial immortal.

Yet now, a young man in his twenties had sent a Spiritual Sovereign flying with a single punch.

Regardless of the outcome, Lin Yi’s move alone was enough to reveal his terrifying strength, inspiring great fear.

“This… how is this possible?” Mo Cangqin was struggling to accept what he was witnessing.

He had assumed that once the Grand Elder broke through to Spiritual Sovereign, he could easily handle Lin Yi, but who would have expected the Grand Elder to be sent flying by a single blow?

Old Master Zhang felt invigorated, calling out “Good!” three times in a row, so excited that he broke his walking stick in two with a single strike.

Zhang Xinyi’s features were as graceful as a painting; her gaze toward Lin Yi grew increasingly complex.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the other elders hurried toward the Grand Elder.

However, just a few steps in, a powerful aura began radiating from the crater.

A figure slowly rose—it was the Grand Elder.

He looked battered, blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, clearly suffering internal injuries.

Despite this, his aura remained formidable, and his cloudy eyes fixed on Lin Yi with burning fury.

As a Spiritual Sovereign, to be so humiliated by a junior was unbearable.

“You shall die!”

The Grand Elder roared, his small frame swelling as if inflated, suddenly growing into a 2.5-meter-tall giant.

With a single step, his aura flared like raging flames, growing exponentially.

Lin Yi’s eyes gleamed with a hint of interest; he had deliberately held back, for this Grand Elder was the strongest opponent he had encountered in decades.

Though he yearned for peace, sometimes he wished for a good fight to stretch his limbs.

“Three Suns True Fire!”

Golden flames flickered in the Grand Elder’s pupils.

“The Grand Elder is getting serious.”

The Mo family elders’ faces lit up.

Three Suns True Fire was a cultivation technique and also a Mo family heirloom, extremely powerful.

This technique was a major reason why the Mo family had become a renowned instrument-crafting clan.

The Grand Elder raised his hand and struck down; above Lin Yi’s head appeared a one-meter-wide flame palm imprint.

The scorching heat warped the surrounding air instantly; even from tens of meters away, one could feel the unbearable heat.

Without evading, Lin Yi punched straight through the fiery palm.

“Foolish!” the Grand Elder sneered.

Three Suns True Fire could liquefy steel in moments.

Though Lin Yi’s strength was immense, to resist the flames with his bare fist was like a moth to a flame, courting death.

Bang.

Lin Yi’s fist struck the fiery palm, which failed to last even a second before dissolving into sparks.

“Your flames are rather weak,” Lin Yi said coolly, hands behind his back.

The Grand Elder’s pupils contracted sharply, doubting whether making enemies with Lin Yi had been a grave mistake.

This seemingly too-young man had no weak points—immense power, speed, and terrifying defense.

The Grand Elder withdrew a crimson longsword from his storage pouch—one and a half meters long, three fingers wide, intricately engraved—a far cry from ordinary weapons.

Named Ink Rhythm, it was his soul-bound magical weapon, connected to his mind and refined day and night, imbued with some sentience.

“Ninth Flame Wave!”

The Grand Elder shouted in fury as the sword was enveloped in a wave of flames, swiftly slashing toward Lin Yi.

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His speed was incredible; with a single step, he reached Lin Yi’s side, leaving afterimages in his wake.

Lin Yi glanced calmly, fists hammering down to meet the attack.

Clang.

The fist collided with the sword, shattering the blade instantly.

At the same time, Lin Yi’s residual force struck the Grand Elder’s body again.

This time, the Grand Elder had been prepared, activating all his defensive magical artifacts.

Layer upon layer of protective light shields encased him like inverted eggshells, firmly guarding him.

Thud.

The fist landed on the light shield, producing a heavy impact.

Before the Grand Elder could catch his breath, the shields began to fracture rapidly, centered on Lin Yi’s fist.

Panic surged within the Grand Elder—these were over ten layers of defense, capable of withstanding a true Spiritual Sovereign’s assault for a time.

Yet now, Lin Yi’s single punch nearly shattered them all.

“Dodge!”

Seizing the moment before the shields collapsed, the Grand Elder swiftly retreated.

He sensed that if he was struck again, death was certain.

But as he stepped back, Lin Yi’s punch power suddenly increased.

With a crisp clang, the Grand Elder’s protective shields vanished completely.

Without the shield, Lin Yi’s fist slammed heavily into the Grand Elder’s chest.

Bang.

The Grand Elder was blasted backward, embedding into a nearby rock formation, motionless for a long while.

Witnessing the Grand Elder’s pitiful state, the crowd gasped in shock.

His chest was completely caved in; all internal organs shattered.

He trembled, attempting to speak but failing to utter a single word before finally succumbing to death.

Everyone exchanged stunned glances—this legendary Spiritual Sovereign had just died before them.

And killed by a young man’s few blows—unbelievable.

“Grand Elder!” Mo Cangqin screamed frantically, other Mo family elders also wore sorrowful expressions.

“You villain, I will kill you!” One elder, eyes bloodshot, glared at Lin Yi. His power was at the sixth stage of Grandmaster.

He drew a small flying sword from his pouch and, with a surge of spirit force, sent it darting toward Lin Yi’s heart.

Lin Yi cast a cold glance; his vast mental power enveloped the flying sword as he commanded softly, “Turn!”

The flying sword instantly changed direction, piercing through the elder instead.

But it didn’t stop there.

The flying sword spun again, flying toward other Mo family elders.

Fear flashed across their faces as they drew weapons to defend.

Under Lin Yi’s control, the flying sword became a deadly reaper.

Each turn claimed a life.

Within ten seconds, only Mo Cangqin remained from the Mo family delegation.

The onlookers felt a chill deep inside; this young man before them was truly ruthless.

Mu Haoyu was trembling in fear, his earlier arrogance vanished.

He had thought Lin Yi was an infiltrator and even taunted him.

Now, he realized he had narrowly escaped death’s door.

“Wait, Lin Yi, Mr. Lin...”

Mu Haoyu suddenly recalled the young Grandmaster who had emerged in the Resource War, defeating Qiao Weiliang in a few moves.

It was clear now that this Lin Yi was indeed that Mr. Lin.

But his strength was more than a mere Grandmaster; he was closer to a Spiritual Sovereign.

Perhaps Zhang Jia would truly dominate the Mountain Province in future.

“No, I must get away quickly.”

He feared Lin Yi might remember him and end him with a single sword strike.

With Lin Yi’s displayed power, even if he wiped out the entire Mo family, who would dare speak a word against him?

As for Deng Mengqi and Pei Wanting, both were deeply conflicted.

Especially Pei Wanting, who had always thought Lin Yi was all talk, never expecting his boasts to be true.

No wonder he disregarded Tao Chengye and Mu Haoyu. With such power, the world was his oyster.

Lin Yi stood with hands behind his back, coldly glancing at the corpse before moving to Xiao Hei’s side.

As a mutated spirit beast, Xiao Hei’s recovery ability was strong; within moments, most of its external wounds had healed.

However, internal injuries and broken bones were troublesome, likely requiring six months to a year to fully recover.

Other cultivators would have died from such wounds.

Lin Yi knelt, not directly using true energy to heal Xiao Hei, but fed it several Essence Cultivation Pills.

These pills were crafted from the three batches of medicinal materials given by Die Nizhang last time, totaling 108 pills.

Xiao Hei had previously swallowed over a dozen Grandmasters, each with strong vital energy, which it would take a long time to digest on its own.

The Grand Elder’s strike, though injuring Xiao Hei, had indirectly helped disperse that vital energy, making absorption easier.

After taking the pills, Xiao Hei’s recovery accelerated; in a few hours, it could fully heal.

Lin Yi stored Xiao Hei in the spirit beast pouch and strode toward Mo Cangqin.

Mo Cangqin had long lost the will to resist, understanding he was but an ant in Lin Yi’s eyes.

“Take me to the Mo family,” Lin Yi said coldly.

Mo Cangqin’s dull eyes suddenly brightened; he hurriedly said, “Mr. Lin, I will take you to the Mo family immediately. I only hope you spare my life.”

He kowtowed, begging for mercy to save his skin.

“You have no right to negotiate terms,” Lin Yi said flatly.

Mo Cangqin was irritated but dared not show it, bowing and smiling, “Yes, yes, Mr. Lin is right.”

He led the way, praying Lin Yi would spare him for his obedience.

As for the Mo family’s destruction, he barely had time to worry about himself.

“Let today’s events be kept as quiet as possible,” Lin Yi said, then followed Mo Cangqin toward the Mo family.

Though he knew such silence might not last long, he hoped to enjoy a few more peaceful days.

Old Master Zhang truly admired his granddaughter, who had brought such a formidable ally to the Zhang family.

A super expert who could kill a Spiritual Sovereign in a few punches, and so young—his future was boundless.

Feng Zhenyu looked at the exuberant Old Master Zhang with a pang of envy.

If only the Feng family had made friends with Mr. Lin first, how fortunate that would have been.

Lin Yi left the Zhang family, walking a short distance before seeing Deng Mengqi, Pei Wanting, and Elder Gao.

He did not greet them, merely passed by without a word.

“Ah.” Pei Wanting sighed.

Lin Yi was truly a peerless figure, while she and Deng Mengqi were merely women of some beauty.

They could never escape their family’s arrangements in the future.

They appeared prosperous and carefree, but how many knew the bitterness behind it?

“Let’s go. After all, we are not on the same path as Lin Yi,” Pei Wanting said.

With Lin Yi’s status, they did not even have the courage to greet him.

“Mm.” Deng Mengqi nodded.

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