Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 137: Wei Chuan

Chapter 137: Wei Chuan

Lin Feng and Chen Mei stood atop the massive Frostvenom Python, but despite the creature’s formidable presence, an unnatural chill crept through their bodies.

It wasn’t just the frigid air of the night—it was something far more sinister, a pressure that pressed against their very souls.

"Crap, this is bad..." Chen Mei muttered under her breath, her purple eyes flickering with unease. Her fingers clenched slightly as she shifted her stance.

Clearly, she hadn’t expected things to spiral out of control so quickly, barely minutes after arriving.

Lin Feng’s expression was equally grim.

His gaze swept across the emerging figures, finally catching a glimpse of the true power these long-standing clans possessed.

Most of them were at the 5th level of Qi Condensation, their auras sharp and refined.

Some were even stronger, standing at the 7th level.

However, Lin Feng wasn’t overly concerned about them.

The real threat lay elsewhere—the ones whose presence made his blood run cold.

At the peak of Qi Condensation, a group of twelve cultivators stood in the distance, their imposing figures wrapped in robes adorned with their clan’s insignia.

Their spiritual energy churned like a roiling tide, thick and oppressive.

Twelve cultivators at the 12th level of Qi Condensation?!

Lin Feng sucked in a sharp breath, his fists tightening instinctively.

This was far beyond what he had anticipated.

But before he could even process this revelation, another presence crashed down upon him like a mountain, making his heart lurch.

From deeper within the clan grounds, three figures suddenly soared into view, their bodies cutting through the night sky like falling meteors.

They landed with controlled grace, their brown robes fluttering in the wind. Each of them was a towering wall of muscle, their frames exuding a raw, primal strength.

But it was their spiritual energy that made Lin Feng’s chest tighten—it was vast, overwhelming, and completely beyond the realm of Qi Condensation.

Foundation Establishment cultivators!

A shiver ran down Lin Feng’s spine. His mind raced, trying to calculate their chances, but no matter how he looked at it, the situation was dire.

Even though Chen Zi was strong, there was no way he could take on four opponents of the same cultivation level alone.

Chen Zi’s expression had darkened as well.

His usually calm face was tight with tension as his gaze locked onto the man at the front of the group.

Unlike the others, this cultivator was noticeably shorter—but that didn’t make him any less intimidating.

His body was just as muscular, his stance exuding confidence.

Yet what truly set him apart was the sheer spiritual pressure radiating from him. It was heavier, more refined. Stronger.

A sense of dread pooled in Lin Feng’s stomach.

"This is bad... I can’t believe even he is here," Chen Mei muttered, her face paling.

Her purple eyes flickered toward the shorter man, anxiety creeping into her features.

It was the first time Lin Feng had seen her genuinely shaken.

Seeing her reaction, he finally spoke, his voice low but urgent.

"Who is that?"

Chen Mei hesitated for a moment before answering in a hushed tone.

"His name is Wei Chuan. He was part of the same generation as Uncle Chen Zi.

Back then, the two of them were considered the most talented cultivators of their time. But unlike Uncle Chen Zi, who eventually shifted his focus away from his Heaven’s Pact, Wei Chuan devoted himself entirely to it. His mastery over spiritual arts and his Heaven’s Pact is at a terrifying level."

She exhaled sharply before continuing, her voice growing heavier.

"But that’s not the worst part. Because Wei Chuan focused solely on his Heaven’s Pact, even though he and Uncle Chen Zi started off as equals, over time, his cultivation base actually surpassed him and now, he’s considered one of the strongest experts in all of Silverpine City."

Lin Feng fell silent, processing her words.

Someone even stronger than Chen Zi? One of the strongest experts in Silverpine City?

His heartbeat quickened as he stared at Wei Chuan, his grip tightening.

This man wasn’t just a threat—he was a force of nature, someone that Lin Feng knew he couldn’t afford to provoke. Not yet.

He forced himself to memorize Wei Chuan’s face, etching every detail into his mind.

This wasn’t just for survival—it was a reminder. A reminder of the vast gap between them.

But eventually, I will be strong enough!

A fire ignited in Lin Feng’s chest as his desire for strength surged once more.

The Foundation Establishment realm! Once I reach that stage, I will have truly set foot on the path to becoming someone powerful!

His silent vow was cut short as a voice, sharp and biting, broke through the tense atmosphere.

"What do you think you’re doing here, Wei Chuan?"

Chen Zi’s voice was as cold as ice, his dislike for the man seeping through every word.

He grit his teeth, his body tensed as if restraining himself from attacking on the spot.

Wei Chuan, who had been staring straight at Chen Zi, smirked.

His eyes gleamed with a condescending light as he took a step forward.

"Oh? So it’s fine when you harm members of my Chen Clan, but when we come for you, it’s a problem?"

His smirk widened, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Or do you still think you’re the same Chen Zi from before? The so-called number one genius?" Wei Chuan scoffed, shaking his head. His eyes gleamed with barely concealed malice.

"Let me remind you—right now, you’re nothing more than a washed-up drunk."

Chen Zi’s fingers twitched, a barely restrained fury flickering across his face.

The air around him grew heavier, thick with the tension of suppressed spiritual energy.

Lin Feng could feel it—an invisible pressure pushing down on him, even though the force wasn’t directed at him.

A cold sneer tugged at the corner of Chen Zi’s lips.

"A washed-up drunk?"

His voice was calm, almost amused, but the subtle tremor of killing intent within it sent a chill down Lin Feng’s spine.

"Then tell me, Wei Chuan... if I’m nothing but a washed-up drunk, what does that make you, someone so obsessed with proving himself to me?"

Wei Chuan’s smirk faltered for a split second before his expression darkened.