There are actually demon clan members here?!
Huo Lian took a closer look and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't a demon clan member, just... someone on the verge of losing control.
He looked at Xiao Feng, who seemed to be only in his twenties, walking down the street and shook his head regretfully.
In fact, if it were just one demon clan member, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the demon clan has its own activity areas. The Immortal Cultivation World has set up a barrier between the domain of the demon clan and the mortal world. If a demon clan member suddenly appears in the mortal world, it may indicate a breach in the barrier, and the hidden consequences are genuinely frightening.
The conflict between the demon clan and the mortal world has been irreconcilable for millennia. If there's a breach in the barrier, a great war is inevitable.
Fortunately, this is just someone who is about to lose control, although, being so young and on the verge of Core Formation, he has strayed upon the wrong path in his cultivation.
Xiao Feng's eyes occasionally glowed red; he seemed to be in great pain, holding his chest and stumbling down the street.
In Core Formation, after acquiring a secret technique, he made breakthroughs continuously within a few days, and now, he was about to form his core, yet the tribulation clouds in the sky were unusually grand.
Even the heavens are against me!
Xiao Feng swept another stall, the sound of crackling accompanied by the shattering of porcelain; for some reason, this sound made the pain in his chest slightly more bearable.
He stumbled to the next stall, and the stall owner desperately protected his goods with his body: "This is my entire livelihood! My elderly mother is waiting for medicine money, please be benevolent, hero!"
A sharp pain shot through Xiao Feng's mind; he shook his head forcefully, his ears ringing.
In his eyes, the stall owner before him gradually transformed in the red glow into a ferocious beast, crouching as if ready to bite his neck!
"Monster!" Xiao Feng suddenly drew his sword and swung at the stall owner.
In the inn above, Huo Lian stood up but did not intervene further. He believed that even if he went, it would be too late, so he could only watch as Xiao Feng aimed his sword at the innocent stall owner.
Forget it, the Immortal Investigation Bureau will send someone to handle it; he should better not get involved.
With a "clang!", the imagined scene of blood splatter did not occur. Cen Lizhui caught Xiao Feng's sword blade with two fingers, and Xiao Feng found himself unable to draw back the sword despite exerting all his strength.
So strong! Flashed through Xiao Feng's mind.
With a "hum", the unremarkable sword in his hand suddenly vibrated, and as if possessing a will of its own, twisted to escape Cen Lizhui's fingertips.
Cen Lizhui narrowed his eyes slightly. Have the strange things he's encountered recently become too plentiful?
First, an unremarkable iron pot, and now a mundane iron sword?
Do the true deities up above enjoy using such simple items?
"Damn it... why does everyone want to humiliate me?!" Red light in Xiao Feng's eyes grew intense, as he swung madly, his sword entwined with lightning; the already stifling air became somewhat scorching.
Cen Lizhui evaded easily a few times, having rushed here in a hurry, he didn't think to change out of his coarse linen clothes. Yet, even so, all his moves carried an air of grace and lightness.
From the inn upstairs, Huo Lian, watching a few rounds, was puzzled: "Strange, why would someone from the Immortal Sect be here?"
"Boom!"
As the first lightning bolt struck from the heavens, Cen Lizhui, evading Xiao Feng's frenzied attacks, happened to leap above Xiao Feng and had no choice but to divert the bolt.
If someone else were to bear the lightning tribulation, its power would multiply. Even for Cen Lizhui, suddenly dealing with a lightning bolt was quite strenuous.
This allowed Xiao Feng an opportunity; currently, his sword technique could be said to be nonexistent, each strike thrust out instinctually, yet this kind of sword was the most lethal.
Cen Lizhui's arm felt somewhat numb, with Xiao Feng's sword aimed directly at his heart!
"A wild punch can kill a master, indeed; in the air, it's hard to control direction," lamented Huo Lian.
However, Cen Lizhui swung his other arm, forcefully using excessively dense spiritual energy to half-push, half-blow himself off-course!
Xiao Feng's sword narrowly sliced through Cen Lizhui's outer clothing at his side.
"This is... too extravagant, isn't it?!" It was the first time Huo Lian had seen spiritual energy used in this manner, even wind-attribute cultivators couldn't produce such a strong wind! Yet, here was a member of the Immortal Sect, using what seemed like almost solidified spiritual energy to blow himself away!
Observing his composed demeanor, it was hard to imagine the depth of his spiritual energy! The Immortal Sect truly lives up to its name!
However, it puzzled him as to why this disciple of the Immortal Sect had yet to use his attribute.
Even with such spiritual energy earlier, Huo Lian couldn't identify what his attribute was.
Xiao Feng, slashing madly, swung at Cen Lizhui's figure whenever he saw it, causing a bit of a headache for Cen Lizhui.
He was waiting, waiting for Xiao Feng to completely and formally lose control, because of the Immortal Sect's rules, he couldn't harm others unnecessarily.
As for what was "necessary", it depended on one's judgment... mainly the sect leader's opinion.
Thinking of that troublesome old geezer, Cen Lizhui felt somewhat irritated.
While hacking around, Xiao Feng suddenly tripped, and with the momentum, he tumbled into a household—falling rather heavily, he crashed through a window headfirst.
Seeing this, Cen Lizhui realized that what tripped Xiao Feng was something from one of the stalls he had smashed earlier.
At this moment, the second lightning bolt struck!
The decent building facing the street was instantly reduced to rubble! Even leaving a crater in the ground!
Amidst the flying dust and debris, Cen Lizhui maintained a composed and calm stance, closing his eyes slightly, quietly holding his breath to suppress the urge to cover his nose and mouth with his sleeve.
Witnessing everything, Huo Lian couldn't help but exclaim: "Truly worthy of the Immortal Sect! Before the lightning, remaining untouched, let the tempest rage, and I remain unshakable! This must be the demeanor and spirit of immortals!"
As the dust gradually settled, Cen Lizhui skillfully used a small spell to clean himself up.
Immortals do not walk away dusty; this is routine. Even without wearing Immortal Sect attire, they remain so, if only for cleanliness, it's also a habit.
Upon seeing clearly before him, Cen Lizhui was somewhat silent.
The lightning had blasted open a pit; the size of the pit was due to the house having a basement initially.
At that moment, Xiao Feng sat in meditation amidst the dust and debris, with a book placed before him; from a distance, Cen Lizhui surmised it was some sort of cultivation technique.
Looking once more at Xiao Feng, who had been frantic just moments ago, he was now calm, surrounded by the spiritual power barrier of a proper tribulation process.
The thunderclouds surging in the sky seemed to have settled somewhat too.
If Chen Muxue were here, she would surely marvel that the protagonist is indeed the protagonist; any random fall can put him back on track, the protagonist's aura sure is remarkable!
Cen Lizhui, however, only hesitated for a moment and then was at ease—others' fates are divinely determined, as for his fate...
Suddenly, his face darkened. Looking heavenward, he gritted his teeth silently: Damn heaven! My fate is mine to determine, and this meal, he would inevitably have!
Qian Ding Sect, originally just here to see if there was any Life Fruit left in the sect, Lin Qing, upon seeing the big wealth gain Earth Spirit Root after eating a meal made by Chen Muxue, was utterly shocked.