Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 551 Interlude
He had barely reached the late stage of Qi Refining, and hadn't even seen the threshold of Foundation Establishment. In his eyes, he was no different from an ant on the ground.

An invisible yet heavy pressure, unique to Foundation Establishment cultivators, naturally emanated from the young man. He groaned, his face instantly turning from red to white, his body swaying violently, and his knees buckling as if he were about to kneel.

But he suddenly straightened his back, forcibly standing still, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Xu Yunfan, his gaze a mixture of deep-seated hatred and reckless madness.

"Master Xu...Master Xu!"

The boy's voice was hoarse and dry, as if he had used all his strength to utter those three words.

Xu Yunfan lowered his head slightly to look down at the little insect blocking his way. The natural and open smile on his face became extremely faint, and his eyes were calm and undisturbed, without a trace of emotion.

If I were to remain humble and calm at this level, I fear that the other Foundation Establishment cultivators who are secretly spying on me would send Qi Refining disciples to cause trouble for me the very next second.

"Is something wrong?"

The voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it sent a chill through the young man's body.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his breathing became heavy, and he squeezed out the question he had been suppressing for a long time through clenched teeth, meeting Xu Yunfan's calm yet suffocating gaze.

"Yu'er... Senior Sister Pu Yu... has she been captured by you?!"

By the end, her voice was almost choked with tears.

"Yu'er? Pu Yu?"

Xu Yunfan seemed to think for a moment before remembering the name. His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, and then a half-smile appeared on his face, carrying naked contempt and mockery.

"Oh? That little girl from Hundred Desires Peak?"

He looked the courageous young cultivator up and down and understood a thing or two.

A young man blinded by love couldn't help but sigh. Pu Yu was born with a body of innate desire and passion, so naturally he could attract the attention of many women.

The boy in front of me was pure white.

"She is my prey, naturally on my peak, to be my vessel for nourishment day and night. What, you want to save her?"

Xu Yunfan spoke without any attempt to conceal his true intentions.

The boy's chest heaved violently as he listened, nearly losing his mind from Xu Yunfan's contemptuous use of the word "cauldron," but his remaining rationality told him that acting impulsively would be courting death.

The other party could kill him on the spot with a single breath.

"She, she is the most important person to me! I beg, I beg Master Xu to have mercy and let her go!"
"Whatever compensation you desire, your disciple is willing to give his life for it!"

The boy screamed, his voice filled with desperate pleading, and he actually knelt down with a "thud," kowtowing repeatedly to Xu Yunfan, his forehead instantly breaking open and blood streaming down his face.

Seeing the other person kneel down, Xu Yunfan's lips curled into a mocking smile, his voice growing colder, his clear words striking the young man's heart like a heavy hammer.

"To exchange your life for it?"

He scoffed, his laughter devoid of any warmth. "Your life is worthless in my eyes."

He slowly stepped forward, looking down at the boy who was kowtowing repeatedly, his forehead stained with blood.

If one could obtain what one desires through kowtowing and begging, then what would be the point of cultivation?

Why not just kowtow?

Furthermore, this teenager is a complete stranger, yet he acted in such a way in public, which is blatant moral blackmail.

If this were a righteous sect like the Wancheng Sword Sect, Xu Yunfan would probably be condemned by everyone.

Unfortunately, this is the Yuanshi Sect.

This operation was quite ordinary.

Even some Foundation Establishment cultivators secretly watching were waiting to see the drama unfold. "You mere Qi Refining cultivator dare to question me like this? Are you tired of staying in the mortal realm and want to report to the Nine Netherworlds sooner, or do you think I'm in a good mood today and won't crush an ant that offended a cultivator?"

Each word contained an invisible power, cutting like a knife into the boy's already shaky mind and dignity.

The boy's body stiffened, his kowtowing stopped, and he lay trembling violently on the cold stone surface, drops of bright red blood dripping down his cheeks and spreading on the black ground.

Xu Yunfan found it interesting.

The boy's unique yet self-conscious pride.

It always makes people reminisce about the passion of their youth.

A fire of humiliation, despair, anger, and fear burned in the boy's chest, threatening to destroy his reason.

He abruptly raised his head, his face, stained with blood and mud, contorted in a grotesque grimace. His eyes burned with a hatred that even the deepest rivers could not wash away. With his last ounce of strength, he roared:
"Xu Yunfan, you take advantage of your superior cultivation to treat others so disrespectfully! I, Qi Hanfeng, am not as good as you today; it's because I'm not strong enough!"
But remember this: fortunes change every thirty years!

I've remembered this debt! One day, I'll definitely settle it with you!!

After shouting those words, as if he had exhausted all his strength and courage, the young Qi Hanfeng's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with fire staring intently at Xu Yunfan's face.

"Ah."

Faced with this typical declaration of weakness, Xu Yunfan didn't even bother to say another word, only letting out an extremely soft, mocking, and contemptuous sneer.

He stopped looking at Qi Hanfeng, who lay on the ground like a tattered doll, turned around, and walked calmly out of the square.

It's a real waste of his time.

I thought this kid might pull out some powerful weapon, but it turns out he was just talking big.

He's a complete idiot and a delusional teenager who thinks that his audacity will earn him praise for his courage and loyalty.

He was the least valuable person in the Yuanshi Sect.

In the instant his back was turned to the boy, Xu Yunfan's fingers, hanging by his side, flicked the air with an extremely slight motion, as if brushing away dust.

There was no light emanating from the fingertips, nor any energy fluctuations.

Qi Hanfeng collapsed to the ground, his vision blurred, only his eyes, burning with humiliation and hatred, followed Xu Yunfan's departing figure.

The figure walked calmly and steadily on the cold black stone square. The sound of his footsteps was light, yet it struck Qi Hanfeng's heart like a heavy hammer, each sound shattering his last remaining dignity.

I am nothing more than an insect in the eyes of the other.

Xu Yunfan strode away, his expression as indifferent as ever, his heart undisturbed.

I find the boastful claim of "the tides rise and fall in thirty years" laughable.

Such a scene of an ant making threats is not even worthy of being considered a topic of casual conversation in the great dye vat of blood and conspiracy that is Yuan Shizong.

Those few divine senses that were secretly spying must be feeling rather bored right now.

Worthless.

Xu Yunfan sneered inwardly, but still cautiously moved his fingertips slightly behind Qi Hanfeng's back, the movement so small as to be almost imperceptible.

Click!

Under the illumination of divine sense, an invisible "line of cause and effect," originally a fairly deep bluish-gray color, was instantly twisted and distorted by a powerful and icy will.

In Xu Yunfan's spiritual vision, the faint radiance on Qi Hanfeng's body, representing profound fortune, opportunity, and destiny, was originally like a purple cloud canopy, soaring into the sky.

(End of this chapter)