Data-Driven Cultivation: I Defy Heaven and Overthrow Interstellar Domestication

The wind suddenly picked up at the bottom of the cliff.

The originally deathly cold air was instantly shattered by a domineering and sharp spiritual pressure.

Three figures gracefully flipped over and landed steadily on the gravel beach using the thick ropes hanging down from the cliff.

He landed steadily, exuding an aura of power, clearly a cultivator who had practiced diligently for many years and possessed exceptional skills.

The young man at the head of the group wore a light blue inner disciple's robe, the fabric of which was clean, the patterns exquisite, and it was spotless.

He had a handsome face and long, narrow eyes, but his eyes were filled with meanness, gloom, and unbridled arrogance.

It was Zhou Chong.

At this moment, his left shoulder slumped slightly, and his aura fluctuated slightly. It was clear that the palm strike he delivered during the day, injuring someone and striking Xie Yanchen, had also consumed some of his spiritual energy.

But he didn't care at all.

In his eyes, it was already a huge joke that a useless person with mixed spiritual roots could force him to use his spiritual power.

Zhou Chong was followed by two outer disciples, who were his lackeys who usually fawned over him and bullied others.

One was fat, the other thin, both with mocking expressions, each holding a sharp short blade in their hands, their eyes scanning the entire bottom of the cliff with hostility.

After landing, the three did not rush to search, but stood leisurely and looked down at their surroundings from their high vantage point.

"I told you, falling off a cliff like this would be certain death," the skinny disciple sneered, his tone flippant. "He's just a piece of trash; it'd be better for him to die quickly, saving him from taking up an outer sect spot."

The fat disciple chimed in, "With Senior Brother Zhou making a move, how could anyone survive? They'd probably be smashed to pieces by now. We'll just go through the motions and report back."

The two spoke casually, as if human life were worthless.

  

At the bottom of the Qingyun Sect, the lives of outer disciples have never been worth much.

Especially the fate of a useless person with mixed spiritual roots.

Zhou Chong nodded indifferently, his cold gaze sweeping over the scattered rocks, bloodstains, and decaying leaves.

Today he deliberately attacked someone in public, intentionally crippling them and kicking them off a cliff.

The purpose was to completely erase Xie Yanchen.

Firstly, they coveted the low-level spirit stones on the other party's body, and killed them to steal their wealth.

Secondly, it establishes the authority of the outer sect, telling everyone that outer sect disciples can only bow down and obey him.

Third, prevent future troubles.

He maliciously injured someone today. If Xie Yanchen returns alive, even if he is just a good-for-nothing, he will inevitably attract gossip.

The best way to handle it is...

There is no way to verify the truth since the dead are dead.

Completely rotted at the bottom of the cliff, he accidentally fell to his death, and everything was cleaned up.

"search."

Zhou Chong uttered a single word calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Search thoroughly. We need to find them alive or dead."

"Once we're sure they're completely dead, we'll return to the sect to report."

The two henchmen immediately scattered, one to the left and the other to the right, kicking away pebbles, brushing aside decaying leaves, and examining crevices and depressions in the rocks, carefully checking every corner.

They simply didn't believe Xie Yanchen could survive.

His dantian shattered, his spiritual veins severed, he plummeted ten thousand feet off a cliff, and the bottom of the cliff was icy cold.

Four deadly predicaments, beyond even the help of a god.

They were simply following Zhou Chong's instructions and going through the motions.

After a while.

The chubby disciple suddenly stopped, stared at a bush, and exclaimed, "Senior Brother Zhou! There's someone here!"

Amidst the withered branches and weeds, a figure in a gray robe stood silently.

Covered in dust, with tattered clothes and disheveled hair, this was Xie Yanchen, whose body should have been completely destroyed.

At that moment, the mocking smiles on the faces of the two henchmen froze instantly.

Instead, there was astonishment, disbelief, and disbelief.

He actually survived?!

Zhou Chong's pupils contracted slightly, and he stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Xie Yanchen.

He saw it very clearly.

Although Xie Yanchen looked disheveled, he stood tall, his breathing was steady, and his eyes were clear.

There was absolutely no sign of death or decay, such as a shattered dantian or severed spiritual meridians!

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He knows best how vicious that slap was.

It specifically targets the dantian and severs all spiritual veins. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would suffer such a severe injury that would destroy their foundation.

How could a useless person with mixed spiritual roots at the first level of Qi Refining survive?

How can it still stand firmly?

After a brief moment of shock, Zhou Chong's eyes were instantly filled with intense killing intent.

Not quite dead?

Then kill them one more time!

"You've got some skills."

Zhou Chong slowly stepped forward, each step carrying the pressure of spiritual energy from the fourth level of Qi Refining.

The spiritual energy surged, and the wind pressure swept over him, locking down all of Xie Yanchen's escape routes.

"He fell off the precipice of Soul Severance, his dantian shattered and his spiritual veins severed, yet he still managed to survive."

"The life of someone with mixed spiritual roots is indeed cheap."

His tone was flippant and extremely sarcastic, as if he were a cat playing with a mouse, toying with it at will.

"I was hoping you'd die a quick death, but you're lucky to be alive."

"Since fate won't take you, I'll personally send you on your way."

"This time, I'll see who can save you."

Zhou Chong raised his hand, and spiritual energy rapidly condensed in his palm.

Pale blue spiritual energy gathered in his palm, condensed, sharp, and extremely penetrating and lethal.

This is a basic inner sect spiritual palm technique, which he has refined and perfected over many years, making it far more powerful than outer sect techniques.

He didn't take Xie Yanchen seriously at all.

Even if the opponent survives by sheer luck, a shattered dantian renders them useless, completely incapable of fighting.

At the bottom of the cliff today, no one is watching the battle, and no one is stopping it.

Once someone is killed, that's it.

Xie Yanchen stood quietly in place, facing the overwhelming pressure of spiritual energy without changing his expression.

In the past, he would have been overwhelmed by the pressure, struggling to breathe, trembling all over, and filled with fear.

But now, his soul is that of a Star Sea Inspector, whose vision surpasses that of all living beings in this world.

A mere disciple at the fourth level of Qi Refining in a sect is like a frog in a well—laughable and pathetic.

"Are you feeling smug?"

Xie Yanchen finally spoke, his voice calm but chilling.

"Abusing one's power to bully others, intentionally murdering others, and treating fellow disciples with contempt."

"Zhou Chong, do you really think you can dictate the rules of the Qingyun Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chong reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He chuckled, his palm strike fully charged, his killing intent locked on.

"rule?"

"At the bottom of this Cliff of Broken Souls, I am the rule."

"Useless trash, just go die!"

A fierce palm wind howled out, heading straight for Xie Yanchen's vital point in the chest!