Chapter 90: Beating Down the Green-Eyed Ancestor

Before the Green-Eyed Ancestor stood a jade shield—the second form of his Jade Roaming Spirit Serpent, the Mysterious Jade Shield!
Any cultivator touched by this shield would turn to jade within three breaths, becoming a lifeless statue.
Yet all these defenses were futile against the Startling Swan Sword.
Sword’s cry—
Where the blade struck, radiant light surged, piercing the seemingly intangible poison mist as if it were solid, emitting a teeth-gritting tearing sound.
The Startling Swan Sword’s momentum didn’t falter, driving straight into the shield’s center.
Crunch—
The expected petrification didn’t occur.
Instead, the supposedly indestructible jade shield shattered like tofu under the sword’s thrust.
This wasn’t the sword’s inherent power but the terrifying effect of the Void-Severing Slash technique.
The Green-Eyed Ancestor, horrified, hastily transformed his upper body into poison mist to evade damage.
But he forgot the sword’s radiant light countered his mist form.
Sizzle—
A piercing corrosion sound rang out as the light burned holes through his misty body!
“AAAAHHH!”
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the cavern. Like Cheng Qingning before, the Ancestor flew back like a broken kite, carving deep trenches in the ground.
Amid flying debris, the Transformation-stage powerhouse crashed, battered and broken, his gaze vacant.
Gone was the arrogant figure who’d treated everyone in the Crimson River as ants.
This drastic shift took barely two minutes!
Chu Huaizhou smugly lowered his head to admire his sword.
That strike was meant to be silent, piercing all illusions and reality.
The Ancestor’s flight backward was likely due to Bai Li’s buffs stacking multiple layers on him.
It felt like he could crush him with brute force alone, no technique needed.
If he didn’t know the Ancestor was mid-Transformation, he’d think he’d overdone it.
Whatever—let his sword do the talking.
Trying not to rely on sword techniques and using a Tribulation-stage move, even a simplified youth edition, drained immense spiritual energy.
One use nearly emptied him, but Bai Li’s buffs restored his energy fast, hiding any fatigue.
Cheng Qingning, just recovering from corrosion, rose to fight again but saw the Ancestor flung back.
Shock crossed her visor-covered face, followed by tears.
To go this far, the cost Brother Ye paid must be far worse than I imagined.
As Wanfa Immortal Sect’s inner sect senior disciple, she’d studied countless techniques in their vast library, claiming to encompass all cultivation methods.
Even forbidden arts were recorded.
Yet she believed Ye Feng wielded an unknown, terrifying enhancement technique, never doubting he wasn’t truly Nascent Soul.
If she knew what Chu was thinking, she’d probably cry from感动.
Meanwhile, Xu Liangcai, still on the ground, watched Chu overpower the Ancestor.
His heart sank, not caring how Chu did it or his background.
He swore to make Chu and Cheng pay.
You want to leave? You’ll all die with me!
This useless Green-Eyed Ancestor wasn’t as strong as imagined, beaten so badly by a Foundation Establishment “trash” like Ye Feng!
What a waste.
But Cheng Qingning understood what happened.
If it were her, she’d kneel and surrender immediately.
Xu Liangcai, knowing her, believed she’d protect him despite his actions, thanks to her pitiful sense of justice.
That gave him room to act, heh heh heh.
Unaware of his schemes, Cheng Qingning and Chu continued their onslaught against the Green-Eyed Ancestor.
No, it was a stable, triangular beatdown.
Cheng wanted to contribute, charging to finish the injured Ancestor.
But as a proper Transformation cultivator, he wasn’t truly harmed. A casual wave sent her flying again.
Chu followed with another sword strike, damaging the Ancestor while using him as a punching bag.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Gong Chen and the surrounding cultivators saw the mighty Cheng Qingning swatted away.
They’d lost hope in Chu, feeling the array’s growing power and snakes devouring their vitality, ready to face their end.
Yet things took an unexpected turn.
“Am I dead? How’s a Foundation Establishment beating a Transformation cultivator?”
“Maybe… maybe. Tianyuan Sword Sect cultivators are this absurd? No wonder they’re the top sect.”
“No way, he’s definitely a top prodigy hiding his cultivation with a secret technique.”
“Tianyuan Sword Sect’s here! We’re saved!”
Seeing Chu’s godlike stance, the crowd’s despair turned to fervor, reigniting their fight against the Golden Core demonic cultivators.
Cheng Qingning, flung back countless times, was at her limit, meridians damaged, blood seeping from her mouth, pale as paper.
If one could see inside, half her body was invaded by demonic poison, spiritual energy nearly stagnant.
Her Spirit Colonization Armor was battered, barely holding its Nascent Soul-level power due to its runes.
Despite the pain, with no part of her unscathed, even healing would leave her as weak as a mortal for half a year.
The Shenghua Secret Realm… she’d likely miss its treasures.
She recalled her Master’s warnings before her journey:
Preserve yourself for the Shenghua Secret Realm. Don’t lose a life-changing chance for small things.
Though her talent was exceptional—mid-Golden Core at twenty, surpassing even Chu Jianxian—talent was never enough.
Others gaining more meant she’d fall behind.
Cheng gave a bitter smile. To save strangers, she’d fallen into this crisis, her body ruined, her sect leader’s trump card armor destroyed.
Yet, given another chance—flee from the Youming Sect or save others—she’d still choose to save them, for that fleeting sense of justice.
Chu Jianxian’s Anecdotes said, “A true immortal serves the nation and its people.”
Besides…
Wiping blood from her lips, she looked at Ye Feng above.
Meeting him, a kindred spirit, was already a great fortune.