However, no amount of reasoning could explain things to these guys who had already gone into a frenzy. Seeing that the Red Peak Gang disciples were starting to make their move, He Buxian wasn't idle either.
He unleashed a single move of Origin Technique, the Six Harmonies Palm, with each punch carrying an imposing and powerful force.
One thing the Red Peak Gang disciples said was true: He Buxian really did know Origin Techniques, just not as much as the senior sister of the Primordial Hall.
However, dealing with these small fry of the Red Peak Gang was more than enough.
With that one palm strike, the Red Peak Gang disciples who had just been clamoring to come and deal with him were instantly thrown to the ground. Forget about continuing to clamor; some were dead, and others were injured.
Apart from that, there wasn't a single drop of blood on any of them. He Buxian looked down at the group of guys who finally showed fear, but there was no sympathy on his face.
These guys were the ones who provoked us just now. I explained to them for a long time, so I guess I did my best.
Now that they've already attacked me, they might as well retaliate.
As a disciple of the Primordial Hall, He Buxian knew better than anyone that if he were to take action, he had to eliminate them completely; otherwise, these guys would only cause more trouble in the future.
So those guys didn't even have time to utter a wail before they were reduced to ashes.
The last expression they left behind between heaven and earth was one of fear.
Such an effect was achieved with just one image.
The Six Harmonies Palm technique is capable of shattering a cultivator's liver, lungs, and even physical and mental strength, making it an extremely powerful source technique.
Who is He Buxian? Although he is obedient in front of Lin Yu, he is a rare and outstanding young talent in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms.
He had already restrained himself to the maximum extent by patiently explaining to these guys, and now that he was making a move, Liu Qing was out of the picture.
They were just a few members of the Red Peak Gang with weak magic, no match for He Buxian, and killing them was effortless.
"I told you all long ago, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences." He Buxian left with these words indifferently, still feeling unwilling to let these guys die so easily.
However, he also knew that if he really tortured and killed these guys, he would be no different from members of a cult.
Heaven knows, he only exchanged a few words with the Grand Elder, and such a change occurred. Before He Buxian could even feel grief for the Grand Elder's death, he was unjustly accused of something.
Right now, all that's left is anger.
"These guys, who do they think I am?" He Buxian snorted angrily and finally left the place.
This place is truly unlucky; it's a place of trouble, and He Buxian has no desire to stay here any longer.
What really bothered him was that chaotic energy from just now.
No one knew where that chaotic energy came from, yet it left him almost powerless to fight back and caused such a degree of restriction; this matter was definitely no small thing.
"But since their strength far surpasses mine, why didn't they just kill me outright, instead sparing my life? Is it that they couldn't kill me, or that they didn't want to?" He Buxian was completely baffled.
She couldn't understand why the chaotic energy hadn't appeared earlier or later, but had appeared precisely when the Grand Elder was about to speak.
Could it be that there really is some secret on that spirit stone, and that the Grand Elder discovered something that led to his death?
Why would the power of the Heaven-Mending Fragment appear on a stone? In this world, besides the Palace Master, who else could possess such power?
Countless questions flooded He Buxian's mind, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out.
At first, He Buxian and the Grand Elder both thought of the Lord of the Primordial Hall. In the three thousand immortal realms, if anyone could do such an incredible thing, it would be him.
However, both He Buxian and the Grand Elder quickly denied this conjecture.
Aside from the Palace Master, He Buxian didn't know who else possessed this ability, but the Grand Elder had clearly figured it out. Unfortunately, he was brutally murdered before he could tell him.
He Buxian clearly remembered that a second before he spoke, the Grand Elder's eyes changed noticeably; he must have sensed something.
What exactly did the Grand Elder think of? Did he discover where this power came from, or who it came from?
Moreover, he had just been attacked before, which clearly made him wary.
"Sigh." He Buxian sighed. If only the Grand Elder could have left him some clues.
It was clear that the power behind all of this was what brought about the Grand Elder's demise.
"Wait a minute, doesn't this mean I've become a thorn in someone's side too?" He Buxian suddenly had a Spirit Light.
The thought that a vast and mysterious power had been lingering around him without his knowledge sent a chill down He Buxian's spine.
In the Three Thousand Immortal Realms, powerful cultivators are as numerous as hairs on a cow. Moreover, true powerhouses never reveal their abilities and never make a move unless it is an easy moment.
But being secretly monitored was something that had never happened before.
There have been far too many unusual events today, from the sudden appearance of the power of the Heaven-Mending Fragment on a rock to the inexplicable appearance of the Chaos Power.
Thinking of this, He Buxian felt somewhat fortunate. Luckily, the Grand Elder hadn't revealed the truth, otherwise he might have died in the courtyard just now.
To be turned to stone and then completely shattered—this manner of death is undoubtedly a death sentence for a person.
No spell other than evil magic could achieve such a feat.
"Wait... why would I think like this? This isn't like me!" He Buxian suddenly realized something, feeling a dull pain in his head.
Subsequently, He Buxian clearly felt that something had appeared in his spiritual sea, as if it were the residual chaotic energy from before.
He Buxian had just grabbed it, but before he could even finish, it vanished into thin air.
Indeed, how could someone like He Buxian have such a cowardly thought? He was clearly influenced and hinted at by the chaotic energy.
Otherwise, as a disciple of the Primordial Hall, He Buxian would never have such thoughts, and he would not be afraid at all under normal circumstances!
"Elder, I will avenge you." He Buxian made up his mind, then clenched his fist and said to himself.