Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 258 - 175 You’re Almost Giving the Eyeball Threads_2

Chapter 258: Chapter 175 You’re Almost Giving the Eyeball Threads_2

Therefore, during the fight, he appeared courteous but never once held back. As soon as the battle started, he went all out, intent on taking down this youngster in one fell swoop.

But the result was...

The swordsmanship displayed by Jiang Feng left him unable to respond.

The overwhelming power released by the Vajra Umbrella was fully blocked by him, especially since the youngster had sequentially utilized water, fire, and thunder Daoist Skills, making him suspect whether this youngster was equipped with all Five Elements?

Moreover, where would someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage have so many secret techniques?

Paper Spirits and Yin Souls, along with various kinds of Five Elements Taoism, and the key point was that all of them were of high grade. If he saw correctly, none of the Daoist Skills in Jiang Feng’s possession were Yellow Grade Low Grade...no, not even Yellow Grade Mid Grade.

They all started from Yellow Grade High Grade and Xuan Rank Daoist Skills. The Thunderbolt Technique that the youngster deployed was at least Xuan Rank, and that Demolishing Demon Frost Palm might already be a Xuan Rank Mid Grade Daoist Skill.

You must know that even the Finger Technique passed down through generations in their Yan Family was barely of this grade. His own grandfather was even a Divinity Transformation Stage expert. Where did Jiang Feng learn all of these?

Since his current state had been seen through, Yan Fengchun no longer continued to feign, but instead pulled his right hand, which had been behind his back, forward.

It could be seen that his right sleeve was covered with charred marks, even the flesh was slightly smoking, and it was shaking badly.

"Mr. Jiang, such thoughtfulness does not seem to belong to someone of twenty years of age."

With a forced smile, maintaining the demeanor of a gentleman, he was now frantically absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Energy to replenish his body, but he could also tell at a glance that the situation of Jiang Feng opposite him was not much different.

Perhaps even more depleted of Spiritual Energy.

Logically, he should be pursuing his advantage, but the past several hours of close combat made him realize that he probably had no way to defeat this youngster in a melee.

The safest approach was to rely on his higher cultivation realm to absorb surrounding Spiritual Energy more quickly...

"What’s going on?"

He was stunned watching the young man who had just plonked himself down on the ground in the distance, as someone had completely disregarded their image and started to absorb the surrounding Spiritual Energy, directly operating their Cultivation Technique. This disturbance caused Yan Fengchun’s expression to change drastically.

Now Jiang Feng was like a vortex on the water surface; Spiritual Energy was crazily pouring into his body, even those older brothers and sisters hiding in the shadows and watching the fight felt their expressions shift upon detecting this commotion.

This was the Purple Cloud Divine Technique.

It wasn’t until now that Yan Fengchun finally realized something - why this youngster, who was clearly at the Foundation Establishment Stage, had such a continuous supply of Spiritual Energy, capable of using so many Daoist Skills without showing any deficit.

In Jiang Feng’s own words, cultivation was equivalent to the total mana capacity and the Cultivation Technique corresponded to the mana regeneration speed. Under the enhancement of the Purple Cloud Divine Technique, although he stored less Spiritual Energy than others, he was far ahead in terms of regeneration speed.

"He can’t be allowed to continue like this!"

Grasping the handle of his umbrella, the sword hidden inside the umbrella was about to be drawn, but Jiang Feng chose that moment to speak up and stopped him.

"Brother Yan, it would be more appropriate to put away your Vajra Umbrella. I still have some tricks in reserve, such as the Taoist Thunder Technique, and I’m afraid your Vajra Umbrella will directly become a lightning rod."

Jiang Feng was right on one point.

The Vajra Umbrella was a magic treasure completely forged from fine iron. This object could block swords and withstand water and fire, but the only thing it couldn’t... was thunder.

Looking at the Dharma Seal Jiang Feng held in his hand, there was no doubt it was a sign of deploying the Thunder Word Technique, although he did not understand what Jiang Feng meant by a lightning rod.

But this statement undoubtedly aroused Yan Fengchun’s competitive spirit!

Why should he fear the Daoist Skill in Jiang Feng’s hands when he was leading in cultivation realm and all other aspects? Could it be that his family’s inherited Finger Technique was inferior to the opponent’s?

Impossible!

His eyes narrowed into slits as if about to spew fire, but he still stood the Vajra Umbrella upright on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and also began shamelessly absorbing the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.

The surrounding Purple Cloud Palace Disciples were chattering animatedly, and some fellow disciples even took out Spirit Stones to place bets on who would win or lose, eager to join the fray. However, most of them, upon seeing Jiang Feng’s Purple Cloud Divine Technique, displayed a flash of understanding in their eyes.

After all, the news of Master Liu taking on a disciple had circulated several months ago, and everyone was speculating about what kind of outstanding disciple it would be...

Both of them opened their eyes almost simultaneously!

"Soul-breaking Finger!"

"Scarlet Sun Infinite Heavenly Thunder Art!"

They both shouted out at once and even their movements were perfectly synchronized as they squeezed every ounce of Spiritual Energy from within their bodies, pouring it all into this final confrontation.

Blood streamed down from his nose along his lips, but Jiang Feng’s movements did not halt; the spiritual energy within his body churned and boiled as if it were about to burst his entire body apart!

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the piercing finger strike collided with the myriad of divine thunders in the sky!

"This batch of new disciples entering the sect are of quite good quality, much stronger than the previous two batches. The commotion just now doesn’t seem like something a Foundation Establishment could cause."

The same stuffy voice rang out again.

He Niu couldn’t help but take a few more glances at the bright light erupting in the distance. The quality this year was indeed very good, with five disciples who had reached Core Formation joining the sect.

There were also about twenty disciples at the peak of Foundation Establishment; although their ages were on the higher side, having such quality in external recruitment was indeed hard to come by. Unexpectedly, on this last day right when they were about to tally the tokens, there still were surprises.

"In previous years, I did not participate in the recruitment, so I am not very clear on the details. However, right now, I have indeed spotted a few promising candidates."

Liu Tangxi’s attention did not linger on the distance for too long, instead, she turned towards the bustling crowd below. Under the search of the disciples, all the remaining candidates within the mountains had been brought to the mountain gate.

Those who were not brought up either fell short of the requirements, were injured, or had given up on their own accord and chosen to leave. But just this glance alone, it’s feared there were nearly a thousand people.

"Speaking of which, did that disciple you took in arrive, or is he still in the mountains?"

Lifting the hot tea in her hand, Liu Tangxi, though young, was not foolish. He Niu was obviously beating around the bush, curious about her newly admitted disciple to the sect.

Thus, she also shook her head very honestly.

"Master Liu, I truly have no idea. His realm and cultivation base do not match at all. It’s possible that he’s already been sent out of the mountain gate."

While the two were conversing, in the distance, a group of dozens of people was walking on light, flying low with various magic artifacts under their feet, rushing toward the platform.

This scene inevitably caused a great commotion among the many disciples who had not yet been accepted, because the distinguished Big Brother leading the group was none other than Chen Shan.

And he was holding two people in his hands.

With swift speed, he landed and put down the two powerless people. One of them was quite famous, the youngest of the Yan family from Jiangnan, who at only twenty-eight had successfully formed his core and mastered both high-level magical treasures and secret manuals. Among these tens of thousands of candidates, it’s feared no one could surpass him.

Many who saw Yan Fengchun in such a state couldn’t help but gloat, after all, many among them were defeated by him, and harboring dissatisfaction was quite normal.

And the other person...

"How come it’s a Low Grade Foundation Establishment?"

The vast majority of people present hadn’t crossed swords with Jiang Feng, nor did they recognize this young man, and even the disciples of Purple Cloud Palace responsible for waiting on the platform were somewhat surprised.

It was obvious that the disturbance that had just broken out in the mountains was caused by the two people in front of them.

"The last two have arrived; Junior Master Zhang, please show yourself."

Thud!

Landing.

Yan Fengchun just bared his teeth and walked to a corner by himself, appearing quite resilient. His upper clothing and hem were charred black by lightning, but at least he could still stand firm.

And Jiang Feng...

"Brother Jiang!"

"Young Master Jiang."

Lin Jiangxian and Qiao Yuan immediately rushed to support the badly injured young man upon recognizing him. One was pinching his philtrum to revive him, and the other was feeding him an elixir, forming a sharp contrast with Yan Fengchun.

"Didn’t expect this kid not only to be able to fight, but also to be so fortunate with women."

He couldn’t help but grumble, then, supporting his waist, he sat down cross-legged and moved to the corner to heal.

However...

"It’s that half-dead kid, right."

He Niu’s sudden remark made Liu Tangxi pause for a moment.

"Master Liu, how did you figure it out?"

"Niece, I’m not blind; your eyes are practically spewing silk."