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Wen Tianren's grand entrance immediately caught the attention of many cultivators.
He arrived in a beast-drawn carriage pulled by three level-six monsters. The carriage itself was crafted with rare materials and inscribed with powerful runes—clearly not something ordinary. Even a typical Jindan cultivator would struggle to break its restrictions.
In the vast Chaos Star Sea, only a select few could afford such a luxurious setup. Who was this young master heading into the Three Fantasy Seas?
Some Jindan cultivators, who had spent years in isolated cultivation, couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Fellow Daoist, who's riding inside?"
"You don't even recognize Wen Tianren, disciple of the Six Paths Supreme Saint? How long have you been in seclusion…"
The older man who asked the question turned pale. His face, lined with age, filled with alarm.
The Six Paths Supreme Saint was a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse. Just the name alone was enough to instill dread.
This old man had low talent and no backing. He had spent decades cultivating in seclusion just to barely reach the Jindan stage. Naturally, he hadn't kept up with current affairs.
Suddenly, a magic dart streaked through the air. It gleamed with a faint silver light, moving so fast even spiritual sense couldn't track it. It shot straight toward Wen Tianren's beast cart.
The group of Jindan cultivators outside the Three Fantasy Seas were stunned. Who had the audacity to attack Wen Tianren?
Were they tired of living?
"Hmph, insignificant."
A deep voice echoed from within the beast cart, laced with contempt.
The curtain fluttered open. A cold black light emerged, transforming into an inhuman black hand that caught the incoming dart with ease. Black and silver light intertwined in a rapid dance.
Within moments, white smoke rose from the dart and was absorbed back into the beast cart through the black hand.
A mid-stage Jindan cultivator wearing a brown hat suddenly vomited blood and cried out in horror.
"You destroyed the soul imprint on my life-bound magic weapon?"
He couldn't believe it. Though his spiritual strength wasn't on par with Wen Tianren's, it wasn't weak either. How had his soul imprint been erased so easily?
A life-bound weapon is nurtured over years within the dantian and is deeply connected to its owner. Removing it shouldn't be possible unless the cultivator was dead.
"Ask the King of Hell."
With that, Wen Tianren launched a golden beam of light. It was so fast that no one could react.
The mid-stage Jindan cultivator's chest burst open, a round hole through his heart. Blood poured out as his body hit the ground.
He was gone.
In a single strike, Wen Tianren destroyed the man's weapon and took his life.
Truly worthy of being the number one Jindan-stage cultivator.
Everyone stared in awe, shocked into silence.
The Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirror, a powerful weapon, paired with spiritual sense rivaling a Nascent Soul expert—no wonder Wen Tianren was so formidable.
Qi Yuan observed quietly, his expression solemn. He had heard rumors of Wen Tianren's strength, and now he understood. Only someone whose spiritual sense exceeded the Jindan realm could crush opponents so effortlessly.
Though the mirror was just a replica, it was still powerful. Wen Tianren seized the moment of fear and hesitation to kill his attacker in one smooth move.
It wasn't just overwhelming force—it was a calculated show of dominance.
Zhou Yuan's face turned pale, her beautiful eyes filled with fear. She instinctively leaned closer to Qi Yuan.
Thankfully, she hadn't acted recklessly earlier. If she had attacked, she would've ended up just like the dead cultivator.
She could accept dying to avenge her husband, but dragging her younger brother down with her? That was unacceptable. Miaoyin Sect's future still depended on him and Ning'er.
Qi Yuan gently calmed her with his spiritual energy, then quietly pulled his hand back. Her soft scent lingered in the air. As his gaze shifted, he found her delicate form close to his.
So close—he only had to reach out.
In a steady voice, he said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. I'm here."
His breath tickled her cheek, causing Zhou Yuan's eyes to shimmer. She bit her lip and nodded.
Though she didn't believe Qi Yuan could defeat Wen Tianren, his words brought a strange sense of security.
Zhou Yuan concealed her figure with a black cloak and donned a mask to hide her identity.
She knew Wen Tianren had a reputation for being a lecher.
Of course, she was also confident in her looks and figure.
Qi Yuan glanced at her and said softly, "You don't need to hide yourself."
He was curious to see whether Wen Tianren's mirror was stronger than the body he had cultivated with golden elixir mist for the past five years.
Wen Tianren would be the perfect test.
But Zhou Yuan disagreed. She whispered through voice transmission, "He's too powerful. We'll think about revenge later. The priority is helping you reach Nascent Soul."
If Wang Heng were still alive, Zhou Yuan would have supported him. But now, Qi Yuan had taken his place.
She knew her limits. Whether she could ever form a Nascent Soul remained uncertain.
Qi Yuan didn't argue. He smiled gently and said, "Then I'll listen to you, sister-in-law. You make the call."
Her eyes lit up with pride and satisfaction. Despite his rising status, he still respected her.
The brief turmoil quickly faded with the death of the attacker.
"Brother Wen, I didn't expect to see you at the Three Fantasy Seas. May I offer you tea?"
A middle-aged man with a curly beard, exuding demonic energy and at the late Jindan stage, approached with a flattering tone.
The light shielding the beast cart disappeared, revealing a young man in a linen robe and tall crown, barefoot, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He had a handsome, scholarly face, and a golden glow between his brows. Whatever martial art he practiced was clearly extraordinary.
He stepped out slowly.
Wen Tianren glanced around at the gathered cultivators, his eyes cool and aloof.
"So it's Brother Fang. How's your father? My master asked about him recently. I'll pay him a visit when I get the chance."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Wen, and Elder Liudao, for your concern," said Fang, beaming.
"Then follow me in later, Brother Fang."
Wen Tianren scanned the crowd for beauties but found none of interest, his tone indifferent.
Fang was overjoyed. Traveling with Wen Tianren might reduce his gains, but it greatly improved his chances of survival.
He had no doubt Wen Tianren wouldn't turn on him…
(End Of Chapter)