Asura Mad Emperor

"Chapter 142"

"I've said it before; a mere Myriad Manifestation Realm practitioner won't stir up much trouble. It's nothing surprising that Elder Yan could defeat him."

Qinchuan yawned, showing an expectant look regarding Elder Yan's victory over Zhou Yuanyi, which left the high-ranking members of the Congyun Sect speechless.

At this moment, their hearts were filled with astonishment, and they couldn't calm the turbulent waves inside.

They didn't quite understand when Elder Yan had become so powerful.

Especially since they had clearly seen Elder Yan previously being suppressed by Zhou Yuanyi, almost falling into a losing situation.

Unexpectedly, after Qinchuan's words, Elder Yan suddenly seemed to have the King's Seal Technique possess him, displaying divine might, instantly reversing the battle situation and forcefully suppressing Zhou Yuanyi.

Huh?

Wait a minute.

Qinchuan?!

Everyone suddenly grasped something crucial, and their eyes sparkled with excitement. All turned to look at Qinchuan, their eyes ablaze with fervor, recalling his seemingly careless words. A preposterous idea suddenly emerged in their minds.

Was it because of Qinchuan that Elder Yan, after hearing his words, seemed to transform, surpassing his previous understanding and control of the King's Seal Technique?

Could it really be because of Qinchuan?!

His words echoed over and over in their minds.

They increasingly felt that those words were extraordinary, even containing the essence of the great Dao!

Finally, everyone was shaken as if thunder boomed in their minds. It was like receiving enlightenment, and they too began to gain some insight into the King's Seal Technique.

They had studied the King's Seal Technique!

But their understanding was only superficial.

They hadn't grasped the essence.

However, now, with Qinchuan's words echoing in their minds, they felt as though they had vaguely touched the true core mystery of the King's Seal Technique, and they couldn't help but get excited.

"How could his understanding of Martial Arts be so terrifying?"

"He shouldn't have seen our sect's King's Seal Technique before, yet just by observing Elder Yan's use, could he truly discern its true meaning in one glance?"

"A freak, this child is truly an exceptional freak!"

"Huh..."

Returning to their senses, Wu Tian and the other elders from the Congyun Sect were utterly astonished as they looked at Qinchuan as if they were looking at a monster.

Merely observing Elder Yan using the King's Seal Technique allowed him to discern its essence and instruct Elder Yan, leading to the defeat of Zhou Yuanyi. What kind of prodigious anomaly was this?

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Feeling everyone's burning gazes, Qinchuan frowned slightly and spoke.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Don't be nervous. We are just happy, very happy, hahaha..."

Wu Tian, who was initially maintaining his composure, chuckled softly, but then could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and burst into loud laughter.

At this moment, the disdain, discontent, and anger that Wu Tian had previously held towards Qinchuan had disappeared without a trace.

Replaced by hearty laughter.

This young man, though he may have been somewhat troublesome and overly arrogant and condescending, was actually not bad at all!

"Seeing as this lad has single-handedly turned the tide and dealt a heavy blow to the Taixuan Sect, I, as the Sect Leader, will be generous and let his previous string of preposterous actions slide for now."

Ugh.

"Moreover, this kid is so exceptionally gifted; a freak of Martial Arts, it's forgivable even if he is a bit reckless, arrogant, and dismissive."

Wu Tian was watching Qinchuan, mulling over these thoughts in his heart, his smile lingering for a long time.

However, Qinchuan simply gave Wu Tian a brief look, shook his head, and said, "Aren't you a Sect Leader? Can't you act a bit more dignified?"

"An individual of several centuries' age, yet can't manage a bit more composure? Smiling like an idiot, where is your dignity?"

"..."

Upon hearing Qinchuan's helpless reprimand, Wu Tian, who had just recently changed his opinion of Qinchuan and decided to cherish him like a treasure from then on, had his smile stiffen on his face.

The Congyun Sect elders by his side, who were similarly beaming just moments ago, nearly choked on their own saliva, their smiles freezing instantly.

Zhou Xi, Li Ran, and other disciples of the Congyun Sect, as well as the Taixuan Sect disciples on the other side, all opened their mouths wide in shock upon hearing Qinchuan's words, their minds thrown into disarray.

Wu Tian felt a pulsing at both temples. This infuriating brat!

"Huff..."

He took a long breath. Your journey continues at empire

Endure!

For this guy's sake, who just helped the Congyun Sect land a huge blow to the Taixuan Sect and earned great merit, I, as the Sect Leader, will not hold him accountable!

"Splash!"

In the dueling arena.

Zhou Yuanyi, who had been smashed into the ground, finally stirred.

He laboriously pushed away the tiles that had been crushing him, climbing out of the large pit, covered in dust and dirt, his breath feeble, his black-and-white daoist robe torn to shreds, and his body smeared with blood.

His face was pale, a trace of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth, and after crawling out of the pit, he vomited another mouthful of fresh blood.

Lying on the ground, he looked up at Elder Yan in the sky, who still radiated authority, his spirit defeated as he forced a smile and said, "Elder Yan, your cultivation is indeed profound, your Imperial Art unmatched, Zhou Mou admits defeat..."

Hearing Zhou Yuanyi surrender, Elder Yan too was pulled back to reality, his eyes flickering as he withdrew the formidable aura around him.

Elder Yan descended to the ground, looking at the severely injured Zhou Yuanyi with a facade of guilt and self-blame, while inwardly feeling ecstatic, "I had no wish to bully you, my friend, but you were adamant in seeking battle and insisted strongly, so I had no choice but to strike. Injuring you was truly regrettable. Come now, Zhou my friend, get up and drink this medicine... oh, I mean take this Healing Pill."

"..."

Zhou Yuanyi, facing Elder Yan's gaze, both locking eyes, and then his gaze fell on the grimy Healing Pill that Elder Yan was fumbling out from his chest, his already pale face from weakness instantly flushed red, and then from red to black.

"I appreciate the sentiment, Elder Yan, but there's no need for the Healing Pill, I have my own..."

Replied Zhou Yuanyi, his face darkening.

"Gurgle!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Elder Yan stuffed the grimy Healing Pill into Zhou Yuanyi's mouth, saying, "Why stand on ceremony with me, my friend? After all, it was I who injured you. If you refuse to take this Healing Pill, it would weigh heavily on my conscience."

Zhou Yuanyi's eyes widened in horror, the thick layer of dirt enveloping the Healing Pill nearly caused him to spew foam from his mouth right then and there and almost made him retch his stomach out.

"Elder Zhou, what's wrong with you? Has your injury worsened? I still have a few Healing Pills here..."

Elder Yan spoke up.

Frightened by his words, Zhou Yuanyi immediately suppressed his injuries, sprang up from the ground, and took out his own Healing Pill to swallow.