Desolate Era: The Ultimate Rogue Cultivator Who Hides Among the Heavens!

Chapter 122 Zhang Zhiwei Defeated by Sword

Boom~~~

Wow~~~~

The wind stopped blowing, and the strong gust of wind that had blown out in front of Longhu Mountain amazed everyone present.

"What happened?!"

"The wind is so strong!"

"Yeah, where did this strange wind come from?"

The faces of the crowd instinctively looked around; the wind—it was quite strange that it had come so suddenly.

Some people are confused.

Some people also noticed something amiss.

"I felt like it was a wisp of energy coming from the Old Celestial Master."

"I think I saw it too—it was a gust of wind."

"No way?!"

Tourists who were close enough to see the unusual aura emanating from the Celestial Master and Han Feiyu also stared at them with wide eyes, their gazes filled with surprise and curiosity.

They had indeed seen some clearly unusual movements.

The energy fluctuations generated by the collision of divine thoughts were clearly visible to Xu San, Xu Si, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Wang Ye.

"That must be telekinesis," Xu Si whispered.

Xu San, standing beside him, adjusted his glasses. "I'm not sure. It doesn't seem to be the same thing as my innate mental power."

Xu San and Xu Si glanced at Han Feiyu with grim expressions. This guy was really too bold, making a move in front of ordinary people. It was simply reckless.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just testing the strength of the Heavenly Passage Man," Han Feiyu said with a faint smile.

"You really dare to say that," Xu Si chuckled coldly. "Don't you know that superhumans can't use their abilities in front of ordinary people?"

"So what?" Han Feiyu smiled indifferently, not even glancing at Xu Si, completely ignoring him.

Xu Si smiled sinisterly, annoyed. "Fine, we'll wait for the right opportunity."

"I'm ready to be punished by any expert from Na Du Tong at any time—" After hearing Xu Si's threatening words, Han Feiyu turned his head and gave him a contemptuous smile.

Hearing this arrogant and fearless statement, Zhang Chulan scrutinized Han Feiyu, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. "Where did such a powerful and unbridled superhuman come from?"

"This is really troublesome—" Wang Ye was now completely wary of Han Feiyu. He hadn't included such a person in his calculations before. He then said to Zhang Chulan, "Gentlemen, let's wait and see what we need to do. Let's go and pay our respects to the Old Celestial Master first."

"Mm." Xu Si nodded.

Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Chulan and then...

Zhang Chulan stepped forward.

The group then walked over.

"Master, are you alright?" The staff member who had finished taking the photos immediately asked about the Master after the commotion had completely subsided. As someone working within the system, he naturally knew the inside story.

"It's nothing." The old master waved his hand with a very serious expression. The look of shock in his eyes as he stared at Han Feiyu gradually disappeared. He couldn't help but suppress the will that flashed through his heart. He changed his tone and sighed, "Alas, he's over a hundred years old, and he still encounters such a thing. Please make yourselves at home. I have things to attend to."

"Alright, Master, you're busy."

The staff members who were taking photos left immediately.

"Master!" The handsome young Taoist priest in white robes and gray hair asked about the old celestial master's condition with concern, but his eyes were fixed on Han Feiyu, who had just made his move, with great displeasure.

"Old Celestial Master".

Wang Ye's shout interrupted the handsome Taoist's displeased gaze.

"Wu Dang Wang Ye greets the Celestial Master." Wang Ye approached and respectfully bowed with a smile.

"It is Wang Ye," the old master said calmly.

Wang Ye smiled and made room for Zhang Chulan, "Old Master, look who I brought with me."

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Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Chulan's eyes met, and for a moment they fell silent in awkward silence.

"Well----"

Zhang Chulan looked at this Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain and didn't know how to address him.

"It's Chu Lan, isn't it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, looking at Zhang Chu Lan with a slightly softened tone.

"Uh, yes—" Zhang Chulan was somewhat at a loss.

"Call him Master!" Zhang Zhiwei's words were firm, tinged with affection. "Your grandfather passed on the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic to you, so it's not unjust for you to call him Master."

"Uh... Master." Zhang Chulan couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion; he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

"Ha ha ha ha----"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled gently upon hearing the word "advisor".

"Hehe————" Zhang Chulan also felt the care from an elder for the first time in a long time, and was touched.

Wang Ye, standing beside him, also smiled.

"Hmm." Zhang Zhiwei's tone turned serious as he glanced past Zhang Chulan and looked at Han Feiyu. "Who is he?"

"I only know his name is Han Feiyu. I met him on the way, but he seems to know medicine. Just now—Master, are you alright?" Zhang Chulan answered truthfully and then asked about Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced back with his deep gaze and instructed, "Lingyu, take Chu Lan to my room first, I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Lingyu, dressed in white with gray hair, then left with Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Xu Si, and the others.

Looking at Han Feiyu, who was smiling at him from a few meters away, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes flashed with a sharp light. It was a will that had not been aroused for a long time, something called "fighting spirit".

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and walked over.

"Is the young man named Han Feiyu?"

By the time they got close, Zhang Zhiwei's smile had faded.

"Tian Tong Dao Ren, Zhang Zhiwei?" Han Feiyu smiled without any politeness and called out the old master's Taoist name directly.

Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed.

A strange force, however, bound his body to the very tip of its core.

After a while.

Deep in a forest.

Wow.

Golden light appeared swiftly, covering and protecting the true person.

However, the old celestial master's Golden Light Mantra, like a Vajra capable of countless transformations, attacked Han Feiyu with both hard and soft power.

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*Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Han Feiyu shattered the golden light sword attacks with a sword-like gesture using his fingers.

Although the golden light and sword energy were magnificent, not a single blade of grass or tree here was damaged.

"You've done your set, now it's my turn." Han Feiyu sifted through the golden light, and after Zhang Zhiwei had attacked for a while, he casually unleashed a burst of magic power.

Freeze spell!

Whoosh—a flash of light, magical power traversed the void, and stared straight at Zhang Zhiwei's dantian, instantly freezing the circulation of his innate qi.

call out.

Han Feiyu disappeared from Zhang Zhiwei's sight.

The next moment, a fist came crashing down.

Almost simultaneously —

Wow!

Zhang Zhiwei's Golden Light Mantra enveloped his entire body, but Han Feiyu's punch shattered the Golden Light Mantra's defense. With a bang, Zhang Zhiwei was blasted backward.

Wow~

Another barrier appeared, and with a bang, it blocked Zhang Zhiwei, who was sent flying backward in a disheveled state.

"Cough." Zhang Zhiwei, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at Han Feiyu solemnly, and then bowed respectfully, "With cultivation as high as yours, senior, may I ask why you have come?"

"Just browsing." Han Feiyu smiled faintly.