Chapter 92 ·Feng Jiuge, Tianque City!

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Cups ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍were raised and exchanged, laughter rang endlessly, as if the Azure Wave Sect was already theirs for the taking.

Lieyangzi ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍sat at the head, smiling as he enjoyed the flattery.

“Sect ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Master Lieyang is truly far-sighted. If we can eliminate that fiend Feng Jiuge this time, you shall take the greatest credit!”

“Exactly, ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍exactly! In the future, if Sect Master Lieyang has any command, we will obey without hesitation!”

Lieyangzi ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍waved his hand and laughed. “You are too polite. Eliminating demons and maintaining the righteous path of the Eastern Continent is our duty.”

The demonic cultivators: “......”

……

At the same time.

In the Spirit Realm, Eastern Continent, near the border with the Central Lands, stood a prosperous city.

Its name was Tianque City.

Located at the key passage between the Eastern Continent and the Central Lands, cultivators came and went in endless streams. It was one of the most renowned great cities in the Eastern Continent.

A Nascent Soul cultivator presided over the city, maintaining strict order.

At this moment, on a street in the eastern district of Tianque City, the crowd bustled like a weaving tide.

Stalls lined both sides of the street—selling pills, magical artifacts, talismans, and all sorts of rare and strange materials.

Some stall owners sat with eyes closed in meditation, while others loudly hawked their goods. It was lively and noisy.

Amid the crowd, a figure walked slowly.

He wore a dark robe, his expression cold, his gaze deep.

It was Feng Jiuge.

Having left the Azure Wave Sect for nearly a century, his temperament had undergone a complete transformation.

The foolish, simple youth who once followed behind Nether Soul, calling out “Master” again and again, was long gone.

In his place was an aura as cold as frost.

Deep within his eyes lay the sharp edge forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Over the decades, he had traversed the Eastern Continent, witnessing countless filthy affairs and killing countless who deserved death.

Those so-called righteous cultivators, who spoke of benevolence and morality on the surface, were in truth thieves and degenerates in secret.

Those unrestrained demonic cultivators committed murder, robbed treasures, bullied the weak—doing every evil imaginable.

He had seen it all.

And he had killed them all.

After killing enough, he came to understand why his master had always appeared so indifferent.

Such was this world.

Such was the human heart.

The so-called righteous and demonic paths were merely differences in stance.

True right and wrong were never spoken—they were decided by the blade.

As Feng Jiuge walked, his gaze swept across the stalls.

Most of the items did not interest him.

Now at the Golden Core stage, his perspective far surpassed that of his former Foundation Establishment self.

But occasionally, he still found something interesting.

A broken jade slip, an ancient copper coin of unknown origin—he casually bought them and stored them in his storage ring.

Just for amusement.

As he walked, a thought suddenly surfaced.

Over the years, he had caused plenty of trouble and killed many people, yet from beginning to end, he had never revealed his identity.

It probably… wouldn’t implicate his master and the Azure Wave Sect, right?

Feng Jiuge thought to himself.

His master had always been unfathomable. Though the Azure Wave Sect was remote, with his master overseeing it, nothing should go wrong.

Just as he was lost in thought—

“Ah!”

A delicate cry rang out.

A figure stumbled forward and crashed straight into his chest.

Feng Jiuge frowned slightly and reached out to steady the person.

Looking closely, it was a young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a goose-yellow dress. Her features were pretty, with a hint of charm in her brows.

Early-stage Qi Refining.

The woman steadied herself and looked up.

Logically, she had been the one to bump into him—an apology would have sufficed.

But clearly, she was not a reasonable person.

After sizing up Feng Jiuge’s attire—

A plain dark robe, not a single decent magical artifact on him—

Her brows shot up, and she immediately began to scold:

“Are you blind? Don’t you watch where you’re going? You bumped into me and still won’t apologize?”

Feng Jiuge: “……”

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

You were the one who bumped into me.

I didn’t even bother pursuing it, and you dare curse me?

He was now a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

A mere Qi Refining cultivator knocking into a Golden Core cultivator—his not pursuing it was already great mercy.

And yet she dared to accuse him first?

Feng Jiuge said nothing.

He simply released a trace of his aura.

The pressure of the Golden Core stage descended like an invisible mountain upon the woman.

Her body trembled violently, her face turning pale instantly.

“Y-you…”

She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but was too frightened to say anything.

Feng Jiuge raised his hand.

A slap.

Pa!

A crisp sound rang out as the woman spun in place.

She staggered back several steps and fell onto the ground.

The surrounding pedestrians immediately stopped and looked over.

But the next moment, they scattered like startled birds.

“Run, run! This guy’s in trouble!”

“Isn’t that the City Lord’s daughter? That guy must be an outsider to dare provoke her!”

“So what if he’s Golden Core? That’s the City Lord’s daughter—someone he can touch?”

As they fled, they whispered among themselves, looking at Feng Jiuge with pity.

As if watching a dead man.

Feng Jiuge frowned slightly.

The City Lord’s daughter?

He looked at the woman sitting on the ground.

The woman covered her face, stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses.

Since childhood, no one had ever dared hit her!

“You… you dared hit me?!”

She shot to her feet, eyes reddened with fury.

“Do you know who I am?! I am the daughter of the City Lord of Tianque City! My name is Shen Youchu! My father is a Nascent Soul cultivator!”

“You’re just some nobody loose cultivator from who-knows-where, and you dare hit me?!”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. With a flip of her hand, a gleaming longsword appeared.

“Today, I’ll take your life!”

With that, she thrust her sword forward.

Feng Jiuge’s expression remained unchanged.

He raised his hand again.

Another slap.

Pa!

This time, it was even stronger.

Shen Youchu was sent flying, landing several zhang away.

Her sword flew from her grasp and embedded into the ground with a buzzing sound.

She lay on the ground, completely stunned.

Feng Jiuge walked up to her slowly and looked down.

“You bumped into me. I didn’t pursue it—that was your fortune.”

“You cursed me. I slapped you—that was a lesson.”

“And now you still want to kill me.”

“Do you really think that having a Nascent Soul father allows you to act without restraint?”

Shen Youchu trembled as she lay on the ground.

Looking into Feng Jiuge’s icy eyes, an unprecedented fear arose in her heart.

But she was unwilling to accept it.

Since childhood, in Tianque City, who hadn’t given her face?

Loose cultivators always avoided her!

And now she had been beaten by some unknown cultivator!

Gritting her teeth, she took out a talisman from her robe.

She crushed it.

A beam of light shot into the sky and disappeared.

“I’ve already notified my father!”

She stared at Feng Jiuge, her eyes filled with hatred and triumph.

“You’re dead!”

“My father will be here soon!”

“When he arrives, I’ll have you torn into pieces!”

Feng Jiuge did not move.

Nor did he flee.

He merely frowned slightly, deep in thought.

“Aren’t you afraid that one day, the cultivator you provoke will bring disaster upon your father?”

Shen Youchu froze for a moment, then sneered.

“Afraid? What do I have to fear?”

“My father is a Nascent Soul cultivator!”

“Do you even understand what that means?”

“You loose cultivators toil your entire lives just to reach Golden Core if you’re lucky!”

“And you? Bringing disaster to my father?”

The more she spoke, the more arrogant she became, struggling to stand and pointing at him again.

“Do you know how long my father has ruled Tianque City? Three hundred years!”

“In those three hundred years, how many Golden Core cultivators have come and gone? How many ignorant loose cultivators tried to cause trouble?”

“And what happened?”

“They either left in disgrace or died without a trace!”

“What are you? And you dare threaten me?”

Feng Jiuge listened.

Then he smiled.

“So you’re certain that because your father is Nascent Soul, you can do whatever you want?”

Shen Youchu lifted her chin. “So what if I am?”

Feng Jiuge nodded.

“Then have you considered that there are many Nascent Soul cultivators in this world?”

“So many that your father cannot afford to offend quite a few of them.”

Shen Youchu sneered. “So what? Those big figures would associate with a nobody like you? Are you worthy?”

Feng Jiuge said nothing more.

He turned to leave.

He did not want to escalate things further.

She had insulted him—he had already taught her a lesson.

Now that she had called for help, staying would only worsen matters.

Although he did not fear a Nascent Soul cultivator, avoiding trouble was better.

However, just as he took a step, Shen Youchu’s shrill laughter came from behind.

“Hahaha! Afraid?”

“Trying to run?”

“Too late!”

“When my father arrives, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you’ll still die!”

Feng Jiuge did not stop.

Seeing this, Shen Youchu became even more arrogant.

“Run, run! I’ve seen plenty like you!”

“So arrogant when fighting, but the moment you hear my father’s coming, you run faster than a dog!”

“With courage like that, you dare roam outside?”

“You’re clearly some bastard with no parents!”

“Who knows what backwater loose cultivator taught you—raising such a reckless fool!”

“Your master must be trash too, hiding in some mountain corner, afraid to come out!”

“The disciple he taught—this is all you amount to!”

Feng Jiuge’s steps abruptly halted.

Bastard?

Trash master?

His expression instantly darkened.

An icy killing intent surged from within him.

Shen Youchu’s laughter stopped abruptly.

She felt that killing intent and stiffened.

“Y-you… what are you trying to do?”

Feng Jiuge turned around.

His eyes were terrifyingly cold.

She could insult him.

He didn’t care.

But insulting his master—

No.

Even if no name was mentioned.

Even if that person was far away in the Azure Wave Sect and could not hear it.

Still no.

“What did you just say?”

“Say it again if you dare.”

Shen Youchu took a step back, frightened by his gaze, but quickly straightened herself again.

She didn’t believe he dared to kill her.

She was the City Lord’s daughter!

In Tianque City, who would dare touch her?

“I… so what if I said it again?”

She gritted her teeth. “Your master is trash! A coward! Teaching a disciple like you—like master, like disciple! Maybe he’s also some bas—”

Before she could finish—

Puchi.

A flash of sword light.

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at her chest.

A longsword had pierced straight through.

The tip emerged from her back, blood dripping along the blade.

“Y-you…”

She tried to speak.

But Feng Jiuge had already drawn his sword back.

Another flash.

Her head flew into the air.

Blood sprayed.

Her headless body swayed, then crashed to the ground.

The surrounding onlookers fell into deathly silence.

“H-he killed someone!”

“He killed the City Lord’s daughter!”

“He’s gone mad! Completely mad!”

“Run! When the City Lord arrives, we’ll be dragged into this!”

The crowd exploded into chaos.

Feng Jiuge sheathed his sword, not even glancing at the corpse.

The daughter of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Nothing but trash.

And so what if it was a Nascent Soul cultivator?

If he couldn’t win, could he not escape?

Feng Jiuge looked toward the horizon.

A powerful aura was rapidly approaching.

Nascent Soul.

So fast.

A cold smile curved on his lips.

He stepped forward—his figure flashed and vanished at the end of the street.

Moments later, a furious roar echoed through the entire city.

“Who! Who killed my Youchu!”

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