The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

There was no explosion, nor was Chen Dong incinerated as Feng You had imagined. The Fire Phoenix Illusion passed right through him, causing no harm whatsoever.

Chen Dong had used a technique to momentarily transform himself into flames. While he couldn't replicate Feng Fu's mastery—making his body the technique itself, his Daoist arts an extension of his will—that single instant was all he needed.

Feng You's eyes widened in utter disbelief. 'That's a technique from the Dragon-Phoenix True Art! How does this brat know it? And to use it at the Foundation Establishment Stage... it defies all logic!'

He still hadn't figured it out by the time the Thunder Spear pierced through his head.

Chen Dong had just destroyed the man's physical body and was about to crush his Golden Core when a sudden premonition struck. With a flash of lightning, he retreated at explosive speed.

He said with a sigh, "Here we go again!"

The Phoenix True Feather instantly burst into flame, the fire engulfing the sky as Feng You's Nirvana Scripture activated.

After another majestic phoenix illusion cried out, the halo of light dissipated, and an unharmed Feng You was reborn amidst the flames.

'This is tricky,' Chen Dong thought. 'I didn't expect the Nirvana Scripture to be so broken. No wonder only a Daoist can learn it.'

'Wait,' Chen Dong thought. 'Feng You's talent isn't that great. How could he have resurrected twice in such a short time?' His eyes swept over his opponent. 'It must be that Phoenix True Feather in his hand. To kill him, I have to deal with that terrifying feather first.'

Chen Dong switched from defense to offense, sending a streak of rosy light shooting toward Feng You.

Feng You was an absolute idiot. After failing twice, he yelled to Zhang Jun, "Help me deal with this brat first! And send a transmission—tell everyone in the Yun Gu Sect that no one is to come here!"

He couldn't let anyone see him in such a sorry state. 'As long as Zhang Jun kills this brat for me,' he thought, 'he won't dare tell anyone what happened, and my reputation will be saved.'

Zhang Jun was also in a sorry state, barely fending off Li Zhixuan's attacks with no strength to retaliate. Hearing Feng You's words, he was so furious he could have coughed up blood. He had been about to signal for help, and now this damned fool was choosing pride over survival!

Zhang Jun cursed inwardly. Gritting his teeth, he ignored Feng You's command. He swung his hammer to force Li Zhixuan back, then pulled out a Spirit Talisman and activated it.

A brilliant red flare shot straight into the clouds, bursting in a stunning display. It was the Qixia Sect's signal for help.

"Zhang Jun, you're fucking courting death!" Feng You roared viciously as he dodged left and right to evade Chen Dong's attacks.

To him, losing face was probably more important than losing his life.

Zhang Jun's face was grim. He pretended not to hear. He couldn't afford to be distracted for a second—Li Zhixuan was fighting as if his life depended on it. One slip-up and he would be dead. Unlike other Daoists, he didn't have a trove of life-saving Spiritual Objects and magical treasures.

The Yun Gu Sect actually had thirty-seven Golden Core Cultivators. Excluding those in life-or-death seclusion, thirty-three were available. They had sensed the battle the moment it began. Under normal circumstances, no one in the Wangyou Realm would dare to attack Feng You, especially not within the Yun Gu Sect, which had already been occupied by the Qixia Sect.

They all knew Feng You's temper well, so they didn't rush over immediately. Besides, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations they sensed were from a Thunder Technique and a Fire Technique, which led them to assume Zhang Jun and Feng You were fighting each other. Wanting to avoid getting caught in the crossfire, they were even more hesitant to approach. But now that they saw the signal for help, they dared not hesitate and immediately rushed toward the location.

Chen Dong shouted, "Xiaoli, wrap it up! Otherwise, we're both going to have to make a run for it!"

With that, he stopped holding back, no longer concerned about using the Six Paths of Radiance in his sea of consciousness. Only by killing these two quickly would they have a chance to open a Realm Passage.

Instantly, dark clouds gathered, blotting out the sun in the blink of an eye. Streaks of purple lightning descended, coiling around Chen Dong. The blue-purple aura surrounding him intensified into a pure, deep violet as immense amounts of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi converged on him.

The spectacle even forced the two men fighting fiercely nearby to spare it a sliver of their attention.

Even an idiot like Feng You could see that Chen Dong's next attack was not to be trifled with. He hastily pulled out various Defensive Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts, shouting, "Zhang Jun, you bastard, get over here and help me!"

At this point, he no longer dared to underestimate Chen Dong because of his cultivation level.

Chen Dong dissolved the Thunder Spear in his hand. With a light gesture of a Sword Technique, he condensed a purple Thunder Sword and let out a low cry, "Asura Dao—Annihilation!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a flash of lightning erupted, and Chen Dong's figure vanished within it. Feng You's Divine Sense could no longer detect his presence.

Immediately after, a bolt of unbelievably powerful purple Celestial Thunder cleaved straight down toward Feng You.

Feng You had hoped to rely on his Body Technique Daoist Art to dodge the blow, but it was wishful thinking. Not only had the Celestial Thunder locked onto him, but its speed was also far beyond anything he could match.

Before his horrified eyes, the Defensive Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts in his path shattered one by one in the lightning's glare. In the distance, Chen Dong's figure reappeared.

Feng You cackled. "You can't kill me! I have the Nirvana Scripture! I can be resurrected no matter how many times I die!"

Then, his expression changed drastically. A seam of light appeared, running down from his forehead, over the tip of his nose, down his neck and chest... bisecting his entire body right down the middle.

His expression twisted in anguish. "No... please... impossible..."

He couldn't sense a single trace of Spiritual Qi. There was a fissure running through his Golden Core, making it impossible to circulate the Nirvana Scripture. Even the Phoenix True Feather, which should have activated passively, remained completely inert.

"Father! Save me... I'm splitting apart..." Then, his body broke into two halves and tumbled from the sky.