Something Feels Off

"This rundown martial arts hall doesn't even have a name. If nothing unexpected happens, it's probably trash."

As he walked, Jing Wuchen surveyed the martial arts hall.

Suddenly, his footsteps faltered.

His gaze fell upon the single character on the plaque.

"Martial?"

He frowned, feeling as though the plaque hid something, but after observing it for a long time, he found nothing.

He couldn't help but scoff.

With a casual wave, a surge of energy shot out, aimed at the "Martial" plaque.

As his palm fell, he didn't look back and stepped directly into the martial arts hall. For a mere broken plaque, under his power, there was only one outcome – destruction.

However, he didn't know that his energy surge had not only failed to cause any damage to the "Martial" plaque but hadn't even left a scratch.

After entering the front hall, Jing Wuchen directly unleashed a palm strike, intending to destroy the hall first. m.9biquge.\ncom

But when his palm, imbued with potent Origin Energy, struck, it caused no disturbance. Instead, the eighteen paintings hanging on the walls suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Without any delay, knives, spears, swords, halberds... the eighteen types of weapons materialized above his head, descending upon him with a destructive aura.

Jing Wuchen's already sickly complexion turned ashen. Under the pressure, his face became as white as paper.

He realized he had encountered a terrifying crisis.

All his previous flippancy vanished, and he dared not be careless. Almost instantly, he took out the Sky Shaking Stone that the Black Tortoise Ancestor had given him.

As the Sky Shaking Stone emerged, it immediately emitted a brilliant radiance.

But in just a moment, under the pressure of the eighteen weapons, it dimmed, losing all its luster.

"What?"

Jing Wuchen was greatly alarmed. With no means of defense left, he could only watch helplessly as the eighteen weapons descended upon him, drawing closer and closer.

In a flash, the materialized eighteen weapons crossed paths. Jing Wuchen couldn't even let out a scream before he was utterly annihilated, leaving behind only the Sky Shaking Stone, which fell to the floor with a "crack."

"What was that sound?"

Yi Feng, who had been drowsy and on the verge of sleep, was jolted awake by the noise and sat up.

He then walked towards the front hall with Zhong Qing and found the hall empty except for a stone slightly larger than a brick.

"Damn it."

"Which uncivilized bastard threw a stone into my place!"

Yi Feng cursed loudly. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the floor had even caved in a bit, and he felt a pang of heartache. He chased after it but found no one.

"You uncivilized dog, I curse you to have no butt when you have a son."

Unable to find the culprit, Yi Feng could only vent his frustration. After his rant, he instructed Zhong Qing, "Disciple, help me throw this broken stone out."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing struggled to lift the stone and walked outside. After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and said, "Master, the stone seems to be a good size. Why don't I carry it to the entrance and use it as a step?"

Hearing Zhong Qing's suggestion, Yi Feng's eyes lit up.

You know, it really was suitable.

With that thought, Yi Feng nodded and instructed, "Alright then, just leave it by the entrance. This uncivilized bastard unintentionally did something useful."

However, this incident became a bit of a mystery to Yi Feng.

He had always treated people with kindness and hadn't made any enemies. Why would someone throw such a large stone at his martial arts hall?

He couldn't figure it out.

Since Zhong Qing had fully recovered, Yi Feng spent the next few days teaching him new martial arts techniques and didn't go out much.

Black Tortoise Sect.

Yao Ling'er arrived at the great hall and stood respectfully before Ning Xuanwu.

"Master, Senior Brother Wuchen has been gone for so many days without any news. Something feels wrong!" Yao Ling'er couldn't help but say.

Ning Xuanwu's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this.

Logically, after so many days, Jing Wuchen should have sent some news, regardless of the outcome. The complete lack of communication was indeed unusual.

"Wuxin, go down the mountain. Find Wuchen, rendezvous with him, and then return to report to me."

The Black Tortoise Ancestor looked at the cloaked man beside him and commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master."

Jing Wuxin nodded respectfully. His cloak billowed behind him as he vanished from the hall