What Sort of Upright Sect Could the Wen Dao Palace Be, Anyway?

Just as Liu Suifeng was about to deliver the killing blow, Qin Wangchuan's voice suddenly rang in his ear:

You lost.

Liu Suifeng's pupils contracted, and he turned his head sharply— the Talisman Stall was empty.

When he looked back, the figure in the Green Robe was already standing three steps in front of him, as if he had been standing there from the very beginning.

"Playing tricks!" Although Liu Suifeng was slightly startled, he didn't take it to heart.

No matter how profound the movement Movement Method, it is insignificant in the face of absolute strength.

He withdrew his palms and stood up, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Qin Wangchuan. A cold smile appeared on his lips, "I can tell you're not simple, but I, Liu Suifeng —am not without my own backing!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it, his sleeves fluttering. His tone softened, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. "Give me that cultivation technique."

The true colors were revealed; they started openly robbing.

Qin Wangchuan's expression remained unchanged; he simply said, "What if I say no?"

"No?" Liu Suifeng's eyes turned icy, his Spiritual Power surged, his robes fluttered without wind, and a sharp Killing Intent swept out. "Then you shall die!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed forward and was already in front of Qin Wangchuan, his Palm Wind strike as sharp as a knife, aimed straight at his throat!

"Chirp!"

Jiujiu had been quietly perched on Ye Jianwei's shoulder, suddenly bristled, a flash of anger in its golden eyes, and with a flap of its small wings, it was about to pounce.

How dare they attack their master! This rude fellow must be taught a lesson!

However, a slender finger gently pressed it down.

Ye Jianwei, his gaze still fixed on the arena, his voice cool and clear. "Let the Young Master have some fun, don't spoil his enjoyment."

As she finished speaking, Qin Wangchuan's figure shifted half a step to the side like a wisp of smoke, narrowly avoiding the fatal palm strike.

Boom! The palm strike missed its target, the bluestone on the ground shattered, and fragments of stone flew everywhere!

The palm strike missed its mark and landed directly on the ground.

The bluestone floor shattered instantly, sending shards of stone flying like rain!

Several passersby who couldn't dodge in time were grazed by the flying stones. Although they were protected by Spiritual Qi, several bloody marks appeared on their bodies, which was enough to show how heavy the palm strike was.

Seeing that Qin Wangchuan only dared to dodge, Liu Suifeng's anger intensified, and he coldly snorted, "Dodge? Let's see how long you can dodge!"

Having said that, he suddenly lowered his body, assumed a fighting stance, and concentrated his Spiritual Power in his palms, creating a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

"A hundred waves!"

With three palm strikes, the Palm Wind piled up like waves, causing the air to explode wherever they passed.

The violent Spiritual Power spread out, and some people with lower cultivation levels were directly shocked by the sound waves and coughed up blood!

However, Qin Wangchuan merely turned slightly to the side, and the wind from his leg barely grazed the hem of his clothes, not even touching it.

However, Qin Wangchuan remained calm and composed in the face of this overwhelming offensive.

His footwork Profound Mystery, but it was not the Taixu Steps.

It's simply the body shape!

Like a phantom, it moved through the gaps in the Palm Wind strikes, its clothes fluttering, yet Liu Suifeng didn't even touch a single hem of its garment!

"Hiss... This footwork..." Jiang Yan, who was watching from a distance, was shocked. Although he knew that his Eldest Brother's strength was unfathomable, he still couldn't help but clench his fists when he saw such unpredictable Movement Method.

Liu Suifeng's face gradually darkened as he failed to gain the upper hand after a prolonged attack.

He abruptly pulled back, a sinister smile creeping across his face, "Fine, very well! You think you can get away unscathed like this?"

He slapped his Storage Bag, and a pure white flying sword rose into the air, its blade swirling with runes, its sharp Sword Qi energy slicing through the air and emitting a piercing clang!

"This sword is the Innate Spirit Artifact, the Lietian Sword; its Sword Qi can cut through refined iron!"

Liu Suifeng laughed arrogantly, "Now that you've unleashed this, do you think you can still hide?!"

Qin Wangchuan stood still, responding to him with his actions.

If that's the case, then I won't hide.

"Arrogant!" Liu Suifeng roared, pointing his sword and slashing, "Sky-Splitting Slash!"

"Call out--"

The flying sword transformed into a white rainbow, instantly piercing towards Qin Wangchuan!

Just as the sword's edge was about to strike, Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his palm, holding it upright in front of him—

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal cracking!

That Innate Spirit Artifact- grade flying sword seemed to have collided with unshakeable Divine Iron; the sword body shattered inch by inch, turning into a pile of scrap iron in the blink of an eye, clattering and scattering on the ground!

"Is this all you're relying on?" Qin Wangchuan glanced at him, his Golden Eyes revealing neither a smile nor sarcasm.

Above ordinary items are Sharp Weapon, above Sharp Weapon are Law Artifact, and then come Spirit Artifact.

The Heaven -Lietian Sword before us is an innate Spirit Treasure, truly a precious artifact in Middle Thousand Provinces.

But I'll be stuffed...

It's nothing more than Spirit Artifact.

Relying on this shows they really have nothing left.

"How is this possible?!" Liu Suifeng's pupils shrank sharply, and the sinister smile on his face, which had not yet faded, froze into horror.

Because of the next second.

He saw Qin Wangchuan flick his finger, and a shard of sword blade silently rose to the surface.

"Call out!"

The fragment pierced the air, instantly sealing the throat!

Liu Suifeng didn't even have a chance to react before his throat was pierced and blood gushed out!

He staggered back two steps, his eyes still filled with disbelief and confusion, before finally collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

The entire street Deathly Stillness.

The onlookers held their breath, their eyes filled with fear.

Jiang Yan gasped, only then realizing that his palms were sweating.

Looking at Qin Wangchuan's face, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had merely crushed an insignificant ant with a casual flick of his wrist.

Jiang Yan stared blankly at Liu Suifeng lying on the ground, then looked at Qin Wangchuan, whose clothes were still perfectly intact, and his throat involuntarily bobbed.

He recalled his humiliating defeat at the hands of Liu Suifeng, and then looked at Liu Suifeng lying lifeless on the ground... the contrast was too stark.

Recalling that unpredictable evasion just now, I couldn't help but ask:

"Eldest Brother, what kind of footwork did you use just now? That was amazing!"

"There's no footwork," Qin Wangchuan replied matter-of-factly.

"No footwork?" Jiang Yan was taken aback, then his eyes widened even more as if he had realized something. "Wait a minute, Eldest Brother! Aren't you Talisman Cultivator? How... how come your physical strength is so high? You can actually shatter Spirit Artifact with your bare hands?!"

Upon hearing this question, Qin Wangchuan's body paused almost imperceptibly.

After awakening the Saint Law and Jie Jin Jian Wo, my physical strength increased by more than one level.

He wanted to test just how far this body had progressed.

He forgot that his current public identity was merely that of a "weak" Talisman Cultivator.

While pondering, he calmly raised the hand that had just blocked the sword, and under Jiang Yan's questioning gaze, he lightly "torn" his palm with his fingertips—

As if peeling off an invisible film, he held a talisman between his fingers, its runes completely shattered, shimmering with a dim golden light.

"Naturally, it's because I have this Diamond Indestructible Talisman affixed to my palm." Qin Wangchuan's tone was calm, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary. "Otherwise, how could a mere Talisman Cultivator possibly withstand Spirit Artifact?"

"Oh--! I see!" Jiang Yan looked at the talisman brimming with Spiritual Qi, let out a long sigh of relief as if suddenly enlightened, and nodded vigorously. "I knew it!"

My Eldest Brother is amazing. Other people's talismans are ruined after one use, but my Eldest Brother's is still like new after he finishes using it.

As expected of the Eldest Brother!

Jiang Yan's gaze towards Qin Wangchuan was immediately filled with amazement and curiosity about the profession of "Talisman Cultivator".

"Talisman Cultivator... are they all this strong? A single talisman can withstand Innate Spirit Artifact?" he muttered to himself, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked again, "Then, Eldest Brother! Are all the people in the Wen Dao Palace as strong as you?"

"Actually... I don't have anywhere to go right now... hehe."

Jiang Yan scratched his head, too embarrassed to say that he wanted to enter the Wen Dao Palace.

After all, with the Eldest Brother's abilities, the Wen Dao Palace must be one of the top forces, right?

"In the Wen Dao Palace, I'm nothing more than a low-level Talisman Cultivator who doesn't even rank." Qin Wangchuan dusted off his sleeves, turned and walked towards the Talisman Stall, but stopped after a few steps, a faint smile flashing in his eyes as he turned his head:

"The sect is located in the Jiuqu Realm of Middle Thousand Provinces. You can go and take a look if you want to join later."

Jiang Yan was overjoyed upon hearing this and nodded emphatically. "Yes! I will go and see!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

'The Wen Dao Palace... it must be a prestigious and righteous sect, right?'

Meanwhile, in the distance behind, Ye Jianwei, who had been standing still the whole time, twitched her lips almost imperceptibly.

She had been to that place before, and the people there... were a bit strange.