Pavilion Master of Heavenly Profound Pavilion

Shen Che had a plan in mind and strode inside.

"Guest, what would you like to see? We have all sorts of weapons and elixirs here!" a shop assistant greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Show me your best sword," Shen Che said.

"Certainly!"

The shop assistant's eyes lit up, and he quickly retrieved a sheathed longsword from a brocade box.

"Guest, please take a look. This 'Coldwater Sword' is a divine weapon forged by Master Ouye himself. It can cut through hair and slice iron as if it were mud!"

Shen Che took the longsword.

With a "clang," the sword was unsheathed, and a blade of light, like autumn water, flashed in the hall. Wisps of cold air still coiled around the sword.

It was indeed a fine sword.

The shop assistant's face was filled with pride.

Shen Che held the sword but didn't test its sharpness.

Under everyone's gaze, he exerted force with his five fingers and gently gripped the sword body.

Crack!

A crisp sound, like shattering glass, rang out.

The "divine weapon" the shop assistant had so highly praised shattered into pieces in Shen Che's hands, like a fragile biscuit, turning into a pile of metal fragments.

The entire hall fell silent.

The shop assistant's mouth hung open, his eyes bulging.

He crushed a fine iron longsword with his bare hands?

What kind of monster was this?

Shen Che casually tossed aside the broken sword hilt and brushed the fragments from his hands.

He looked at the dumbfounded shop assistant and said with a half-smile, "This is what your Heavenly Profound Pavilion calls a divine weapon?"

These words were a challenge.

A blatant, in-your-face challenge.

"Who are you, sir? And what is your intention in coming to my Heavenly Profound Pavilion?"

A steady voice echoed from the second floor.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with his temples bulging high, descended the stairs slowly.

With each step he took, his imposing aura grew heavier, and the pressure unique to a True Meridian Realm martial artist permeated the air.

The head steward of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion, Sun Yi.

A man of some standing in Qingfeng City.

Sun Yi did not look at the broken iron on the floor; his entire attention was focused on Shen Che.

He sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the young man.

Shen Che ignored him.

He simply raised his voice and said, "Have Feng Changkong come out to see me."

Sun Yi's expression darkened.

Addressing the Pavilion Master by name.

This wasn't just a challenge; it was an act of vengeance.

"Our Pavilion Master is not someone you can just ask to see."

Sun Yi said coldly.

"If you don't provide an explanation today, I fear you won't be leaving the gates of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two black-clad guards behind him lunged like eagles, attacking from both sides, their iron claws grabbing for Shen Che's shoulders.

Eagle Claw Technique.

The attacks were vicious, each strike aimed at dislocating bones and tendons.

The surrounding guests cried out in alarm and retreated, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Shen Che stood his ground, not moving an inch.

He didn't even make a move to block.

Just as the two iron claws were about to touch his clothes, his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled thuds.

The two black-clothed guards were like they'd hit an invisible iron wall, sent flying back even faster than they'd arrived.

Mid-air, they let out inhuman screams.

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering.

They crashed heavily to the ground, clutching their deformed hands, writhing in pain.

Their five fingers, along with their metacarpals, were completely shattered by a violent recoil force!

Sun Yi's pupils contracted to pinpricks.

What a formidable external conditioning technique!

Just by using his protective Qi to repel them, he crippled two experts in the Body Tempering Realm.

This guy is a tough opponent.

"Brat, you're courting death!"

Sun Yi roared.

The situation had escalated to this point. If he didn't act now, Heavenly Profound Pavilion's reputation would be trampled underfoot today.

An aura several times stronger than before erupted from his body.

Twelve streams of True Qi swirled around his body, weaving into a dazzling net of light.

Peak True Meridian Realm!

"Dragon Locking Claw!"

Sun Yi's fingers formed hooks, the muscles in his arm bulging. He became a blur, lunging towards Shen Che's arms.

He put all his strength into this claw strike, confident that he could leave five finger imprints even on a piece of refined iron.

However.

His claw stopped in mid-air.

A hand, faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than his, had already arrived.

That hand, striking later but arriving first, directly seized his shoulder.

Sun Yi felt an irresistible, terrifying force transmit through his shoulder blades to his entire body.

His prideful protective True Qi was as fragile as parchment paper before that hand.

"You..."

He only managed to utter one word.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone cracking echoed throughout the entire hall.

"Ah--!"

Sun Yi let out a piercing scream, his entire body slumping down like a puddle of mud.

His arms hung at an unnatural angle.

The bones in both his shoulders, along with his collarbones, were crushed to powder by Shen Che's claw.

Crippled.

Sun Yi, a renowned expert in the True Meridian Realm in Qingfeng City, had his arms crippled in a single exchange.

The guests in the hall gasped, feeling their worldview shaken.

Who exactly is this young man?

"Stop."

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a clear, cool voice rang out from the third floor.

The panicked staff and guards of Heavenly Profound Pavilion seemed to have found their backbone, their faces lighting up with joy.

A man in a green robe, with an elegant demeanor, slowly descended from the third floor.

He was about thirty to forty years old, with a handsome face. He carried no trace of a martial artist's killing aura, instead resembling a scholar who had read extensively.

The Pavilion Master of Heavenly Profound Pavilion, Feng Changkong.

A legendary figure, said to have come from humble beginnings but who had built this vast enterprise in just over a decade.

Feng Changkong walked to the side of Sun Yi, who was slumped on the ground. He flicked his finger, sealing Sun Yi's acupoints and stopping his screams.

After doing this, he raised his head and looked calmly at Shen Che.

"Who are you, sir? And why are you causing trouble in my Heavenly Profound Pavilion?"

His tone was restrained, showing no outward fury despite Sun Yi being crippled.

What he cared about more was the reputation and business of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion.

Shen Che took out the black iron token.

"Demon Suppression Division, Shen Che."

As soon as the words "Demon Suppression Division" were uttered, Feng Changkong's expression changed for the first time.

The surrounding guests erupted.

"Someone from the Demon Suppression Division? No wonder he's so arrogant!"

"Good heavens, the Heavenly Profound Pavilion has kicked a steel plate."

Feng Changkong quickly regained his composure.

"So it's an esteemed official from the Demon Suppression Division. My apologies."

He cupped his hands in a salute.

"May I ask what business brings Lord Shen to my humble Heavenly Profound Pavilion?"

Shen Che put away his token.

"The Demon Suppression Division is pursuing a wanted criminal, apprehending a demonic fiend. It is our duty."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"I am here for a case."

"In Inkstone Town, nearly a hundred young men and women have gone missing in the past three months."

"I have investigated and found that this matter is related to your Heavenly Profound Pavilion."

When the words "Inkstone Town" were spoken by Shen Che, a barely perceptible stiffness flashed across Feng Changkong's usually placid face.

Though it lasted only a moment, Shen Che caught it clearly.

"Inkstone Town?"

Feng Changkong frowned slightly, putting on a thoughtful expression.

"Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of this place."

"As for the disappearances you mentioned, they are baseless rumors. My Heavenly Profound Pavilion operates openly for business and seeks no trouble. How could we be involved in such matters?"

He denied it outright.

Then, he pointed to Sun Yi and the two guards groaning on the ground.

"On the other hand, Lord Shen, without asking any questions, barged into my Heavenly Profound Pavilion and injured my people."

"Shouldn't this matter also be explained to my Heavenly Profound Pavilion?"

He counterattacked, attempting to regain the initiative.

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