I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

Su Changhe looked down at Cao Kun from mid-air, his face expressionless.

He raised his right hand, palm down, and casually pressed it from a distance.

boom--!

The already turbulent dark spiritual energy in the night sky surged.

In the blink of an eye,

A massive palm print, ten times more solid than the jade pendant that had just been slapped away, materialized out of thin air.

It carried the terrifying pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator and slammed down on Cao Kun's head.

Before the palm even landed, the gale had already blown all the stone slabs of Baiyu Square away.

"Be careful!"

Standing at the edge of the square, Leng Qingyue's face was deathly pale, and she rushed forward regardless of everything.

But that oppressive force held him firmly in place, unable to move.

At the back of the crowd, Liu Rumeng bit her lip tightly.

She flipped her palm over, and a jade talisman carved with a hundred flowers appeared at her fingertips.

Crush it with force.

I don't want to save this old lecher!

I'm just afraid that if he dies, no one will be there to untie this ugly iron ring for me!

Yes! That's it!

Liu Rumeng found herself a perfect excuse in her heart.

But her beautiful eyes were fixed on the back of the man facing death, and her eyes had unknowingly turned red.

Not far away, Ye Mei lay in a pool of blood, clutching her broken foot, screaming madly as she turned to look at Cao Kun.

A Golden Core cultivator in the early stages is nothing more than an ant in front of a Nascent Soul expert.

Cao Kun looked at the dark palm print that was about to hit him, and a thought flashed through his mind.

The Wheel of Destiny, representing the return of all things to stillness, appeared above his head.

"boom!"

The palm print landed on Cao Kun.

The blinding light turned the night sky above Lianxiang Peak a ghastly white.

The terrifying shockwave spread in a ring, completely leveling Baiyu Square.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Cao Kun stood at the bottom of the pit.

A trickle of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

But he held on.

All things return to stillness, and the wheel of enlightenment begins to spin rapidly.

The destructive attack, which was at the Nascent Soul level, was analyzed layer by layer.

Ultimately, it transformed into pure spiritual energy, flowing back into Cao Kun's meridians.

Under this force of feedback, Cao Kun's damaged internal organs were instantly restored.

He raised his thumb and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Su Changhe in mid-air.

He grinned, his smile full of provocation.

"Early Nascent Soul stage, and this is all the strength you have?" Cao Kun thought to himself. "Not even as strong as my master's."

Edge of the square.

Leng Qingyue covered her mouth, tears hanging on her eyelashes.

Liu Rumeng's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening before her eyes.

He actually caught it?

How could someone in the early Golden Core stage withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul stage expert?

How is that possible!

midair.

Su Changhe frowned for the first time; he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

His palm strike was enough to turn any Golden Core cultivator into mincemeat.

But this kid actually managed to block it with a strange magical artifact.

Su Changhe snorted coldly, not wanting to give Cao Kun any more chance to breathe.

He formed hand seals in succession.

Dark spiritual energy surged violently around his body.

Three jet-black spears, radiating deathly aura, coalesced into shape.

They all fired at Cao Kun.

Whoosh!

The first spear struck Cao Kun in the chest.

A tremendous force exploded, shattering the ground beneath Cao Kun's feet, with cracks extending several meters away.

However, his body was only shaken and he took half a step back.

However, the rotation speed of the guide wheel increased significantly.

Whoosh!

The second spear followed closely, striking the same spot precisely.

The rotation speed of the wheel suddenly increased, but strangely, the deafening buzzing sound became quieter.

It is adapting.

This time, the enormous impact caused Cao Kun to only sway slightly.

The third spear arrived in an instant.

The spear struck Cao Kun's protective aura, but it didn't even cause a ripple.

It disintegrated directly into countless points of spiritual energy.

Cao Kun yawned.

I moved my neck from side to side.

"Why is it getting weaker the more you fight it? Elder Su, is your Nascent Soul injected with water?"

"Or did you overexert yourself last night and are feeling weak now? Go home and eat something before you come back!"

Su Changhe's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He finally noticed.

Each time that gray Dharma wheel rotates, the power of its next attack of the same kind is weakened.

The first blow made him vomit blood.

The second time, they were pushed back by half a step.

The third attack was completely ineffective.

"What kind of evil magical artifact is this?!" Su Changhe asked in a low voice.

Having lived for over seven hundred years, he had never seen such a treasure that defied the common sense of the cultivation world!

Above the Hehuan Sect.

Dozens of powerful divine senses clashed and intersected in mid-air.

The elders from each peak who had been secretly observing could no longer sit still.

"That Dharma Wheel... can analyze and render immune to Nascent Soul level attacks?"

"Such a treasure is unheard of! Just who is this Cao Kun?"

"Su Changhe unleashed four moves in a row, yet he couldn't defeat a disciple who had just formed his core... This kid is a monster!"

The inner disciples lay prone on the ground at the edge of the ruins.

I didn't dare to breathe.

"Am I blind...? He took the attack head-on from a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"You're fucking blind! Is that what you call a direct hit? You couldn't even break through their defense the third time!"

Leng Qingyue's cheeks flushed with excitement.

Her senior brother Cao was actually able to confront a Nascent Soul cultivator head-on.

Liu Rumeng stared at that tall, straight back.

My mind is a complete mess.

Just how many cards does this bastard still have up his sleeve?

Su Changhe's face turned ashen.

He cultivated for over three hundred years and roamed freely throughout Qingzhou.

If we can't even deal with a junior in the early stage of Golden Core today, how will we save face in the future?

We can't keep testing them; we must strike decisively!

The nascent soul within Su Changhe's dantian trembled violently.

Above the sky, dark clouds gathered wildly, obscuring the bright moon.

The entire Lianxiang Peak was plunged into absolute darkness.

"Nascent Soul Dharma Form!"

"Su Changhe is getting serious!" several reclusive elders exclaimed in surprise.

A towering phantom, tens of feet tall, slowly rose from behind Su Changhe.

Faxiang was dressed in a dark Taoist robe, and his face was exactly the same as Su Changhe's.

Only his eyes burned with two ghostly flames, filling the entire area with an aura of death.

"Die! Let him die!" Ye Mei laughed wildly as she lay on the ground. "Changhe! Extract this little beast's soul and refine it!"

The Dharma Image raised its enormous palm, compressing terrifying spiritual power to its limit.

Just then.

A charming yet absolutely authoritative mature female voice resounded directly in everyone's minds.

"Changhe. Stop."

Su Changhe paused, his raised arm halting.

It is the sect leader, Qin Canglan.

A powerful being in the late Nascent Soul stage.

The sound transmission was not concealed and echoed in the night sky.

"This boy formed his Golden Core overnight. He withstood nine bolts of purple-gold heavenly lightning with his bare body. The quality of his Golden Core far surpasses those of others of the same level. Furthermore, with such a heaven-defying magical artifact protecting him, his combat power is extraordinary."

"He is a once-in-a-millennium genius of our Hehuan Sect."

"If you kill him, you will sever the fate of my sect. I will absolutely not allow it."

"Put away your Dharma form. Retreat immediately."

The sect leader has spoken.

Su Changhe's eyes twitched violently.

The enormous Dharma image hovered in mid-air, its will-o'-the-wisps-like eyes flickering uncertainly.

All the elders and disciples who were secretly observing felt the unquestionable authority in that voice transmission.

The sect leader actually stepped in to protect them!

Su Changhe must also leave!

Leng Qingyue was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

With the sect leader's intervention, Senior Brother Cao is now completely safe.

Liu Rumeng breathed a sigh of relief.

His tense body relaxed.

Then she cursed inwardly: What am I relieved about? I should be hoping he gets slapped to death!

Everyone assumed that Su Changhe would obey the sect leader's orders.

however.

Su Changhe raised his head.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the direction where the sect leader lived in seclusion.

"Master, please forgive me."

"This child's identity is unknown, and his cultivation speed defies the laws of nature. He also possesses a great treasure, which must be an ancient inheritance hidden within him."

"If he is indeed a spy sent by the righteous to infiltrate, we should kill him before he becomes too powerful."

"Given time, no one in the Joyful Union Sect will be able to control such a monstrous talent!"

"For the sake of the sect's eternal foundation, and also to eliminate potential threats."

"Today, it is better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free! I, Su, will bear all the consequences!"