Chapter 21: Taunts and Instant Defeat

Lu Changfeng’s body trembled uncontrollably. He resembled one of those inept scions of noble families, the kind looked down upon by others. Zhou Xuantong glanced at Lu Changfeng beside him, stunned for a moment. In his memory, Lu Changfeng was the type who remained unflustered even in the face of calamity. How was it that today he appeared no different from a sheltered aristocrat who had rarely stepped outside?

“Fine! Fine, fine, fine!” Lu Changfeng shouted loudly. “Is it just a thousand spirit stones? I’ll give them!” Saying this, he pulled out a storage pouch from his bosom and poured all the spirit stones onto the vendor’s table with a clatter.

A thousand spirit stones—being a direct disciple of the First Peak, Lu Changfeng naturally had such wealth. To him, these ceramic shards were more valuable than a thousand spirit stones. At this moment, Zhou Xuantong gradually caught on. He immediately understood, “Senior Brother is pretending!” His eyes widened as he slipped into character, striding up to the vendor and pointing a finger at his nose, scolding vehemently, “Are you blind? How dare you insult our Luo family’s young master like this! Take these spirit stones and get lost! I don’t want to see you again! Scram!”

The vendor was already overwhelmed by the spirit stones, his eyes brimming with greed. Though initially feeling somewhat uneasy, the spirit stones lay solidly before him. While some items at his stall were valuable, none could compare to the price of a thousand spirit stones. He was set to earn seven or eight hundred spirit stones! Lu Changfeng sneered coldly and waved his hand. All the goods on the stall were swept up, even the cloth covering the table was taken away.

The next moment, he turned to Zhou Xuantong and said, “Let’s go!” With that, he turned and left. Zhou Xuantong looked at the vendor with pride. Now that he knew Senior Brother was acting, he chose to play along.

“Hmph! If there’s a next time, the Luo family won’t let you off!” Zhou Xuantong declared arrogantly, then turned and followed Lu Changfeng.

“Ahahaha! I’ve made a fortune! Truly made a fortune!” The vendor hastily stuffed the spirit stones away, watching others around him warily. He still thought his provocation was masterful. The items on his stall were junk, yet he had sold them at a sky-high price! When he looked back at Lu Changfeng’s departing figure, the two young masters had already vanished. He muttered, “Why did they leave so quickly?” After the joy passed, reality dawned on him.

“Damn it!” He suddenly widened his eyes, filled with regret. “I’ve been duped!”

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After leaving that street, Lu Changfeng’s pace slowed. His expression turned cold once more. Zhou Xuantong looked at him, hesitating to speak. Before he could say anything, a sinister voice came from behind them.

“I thought you, this rat, would hide forever on Moon Cold Peak and never show your face!”

Lu Changfeng frowned slightly; the voice was very familiar. Luo Wuren. The First Senior Brother of the Heavenly Sword Peak!

Lu Changfeng stopped and turned around. Not far off, a group clad in white robes bearing the insignia of the Myriad Sword Peak were watching him smugly. In the center, Luo Wuren strode forward boldly. The aura of the Third Realm of the Celestial Cycle surged forth.

Lu Changfeng narrowed his eyes. In these past two months, not only had his cultivation improved rapidly, but Luo Wuren had also advanced, his presence even more imposing.

Facing the aggressive Luo Wuren, Lu Changfeng’s expression remained calm. “Get lost!”

These words immediately darkened Luo Wuren’s face. He stared intently at Lu Changfeng and said coldly, “You, Lu Changfeng! You were protected by Ye Yunlan before, so I let you off. Now that she’s in seclusion, you still dare to act so arrogantly! Today, I’ll settle all your old and new debts!”

Luo Wuren hadn’t expected that even when surrounded by his men, Lu Changfeng would still act so boldly. As the First Senior Brother of Heavenly Sword Peak, he had brought people to avenge his cousin. Instead of avenging, his own reputation among junior brothers and sisters was tarnished! This time, he would make sure Lu Changfeng suffered.

With this thought, Luo Wuren stepped forward and unleashed a fierce aura. Suddenly, his figure trembled as a surging pressure crashed toward Lu Changfeng.

Seeing this, Lu Changfeng shifted his stance and met the attack head-on. The area was sparsely populated; many onlookers hurriedly left as the two faced off. Soon, only the Heavenly Sword Peak disciples and Lu Changfeng remained on the street.

“Senior Brother Luo is a Third Realm Celestial Cycle expert! Teaching a newcomer a lesson should be a breeze!” “Hmph, a newcomer repeatedly acting defiantly in front of Senior Brother is truly reckless!” “Senior Brother, teach him a lesson!”

The next moment.

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Luo Wuren’s face darkened. He sensed his pressure falter, blocked. Now he had to face Lu Changfeng seriously.

Beside Luo Wuren, a disciple of the ninth pulse stage stepped forward, as if eager to earn credit. He cupped his hands and said, “Senior Brother! How can you personally deal with a newcomer?”

Turning to Lu Changfeng with a gleam in his eyes, he said, “Dare to provoke the First Senior Brother of our peak? I’ll teach you a lesson first!”

He slammed his storage pouch. A sword hummed into his hand.

Clang! The sword’s ringing echoed through the air.

The disciple’s figure trembled as he charged at Lu Changfeng, sword poised to strike downward.

Lu Changfeng’s spiritual energy surged violently as he activated the Celestial Cycle. His body lunged forward while sidestepping.

In the blink of an eye, they were barely a yard apart.

Then, Lu Changfeng pressed two fingers together like a sword and thrust forward. “Celestial Evolution Sword Technique, Cloud Splitter!”

Boom!

Sword energy burst forth from his fingertip, slashing downward.

The surrounding wind howled wildly, swaying to both sides as if unable to withstand the sword energy.

Dust rose, obscuring their figures.

The clashing of sword against flesh echoed around.

“Senior Brother! Magnificent!”

“Hmph, I told you, a newcomer can’t compare to Senior Brother Huang at the eighth pulse stage!”

“Senior Brother Huang, don’t hold back! Show him your true colors!”

The Heavenly Sword Peak disciples cheered excitedly.

Luo Wuren’s face darkened, sensing something unusual.

When the dust settled, a figure collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. The sword dropped, clanging against the ground.

“This...” The disciples widened their eyes, staring at the fallen figure in shock.

It felt as if their necks were being gripped tightly, leaving them breathless.

The one fallen was not the Lu Changfeng they expected.

It was their own senior brother.