Chapter 107: The Supreme Powerhouse of Yinque Palace

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"You three against one!" Man Qing, transformed into a cyan dragon carp, glared fiercely, releasing a string of snowy white pearls from her mouth! These pearls rapidly circled her body, forming a luminous ring that isolated the flames.

Leng Linglan’s face turned pale. With a wave of her hand, she retracted her celestial sword. A burst of golden sparks obscured her vision, making it impossible to clearly see her opponent's movements or focus on controlling her sword. Repeatedly wielding the Wandering Immortal Sword had severely damaged her spirit and depleted her spiritual power. It felt like a drowning person in a vast sea, desperately struggling but unable to see the shore. She hurriedly calmed herself to regulate her breathing.

Seeing one opponent less, Man Qing’s heart leapt with joy. She shapeshifted back into human form, revealing a bloodied hole in her pale, slender calf, crimson blood continuously flowing out, which shocked Lin Feng. Da Weide Vajra stood frozen, unable to break through the glowing pearl ring that blocked his trident.

"Why don’t you surrender yet?" Man Qing frowned sharply, a hint of murderous intent and mischief etched between her brows, reminding Lin Feng of the playful way Cai Yi once teased him.

"Uh, you started it first, didn’t you?" Lin Feng pointed his sword at her neck, his expression serious as he fixed his gaze on her every move, ready for combat at any moment. "Senior Gongshu Immortal ordered you to guard the celestial mansion. Did he say you had to fight so desperately?"

"None of your business! I only listen to my eldest sister. You killed Little Jin, and even if we don’t act, others will come after you!" Man Qing snorted, then added, "Hey! If you surrender, I’ll persuade everyone to spare your life!"

"Hmm? What about the others?" Lin Feng remained cautious, pondering ways to defeat her while feigning engagement with the little demon. She seemed inexperienced—perhaps some sweet talk might peacefully resolve this. Meanwhile, Che Ba and the others were in dire straits elsewhere, fully at a disadvantage. Among the three sisters, only Man Qing was slightly injured.

"I don’t care about the others! Especially her! She stabbed me—I’ll stab her twice as much!" Man Qing stepped forward, glaring fiercely at Leng Linglan.

"That’s not acceptable!" Lin Feng raised his flying sword. "We’re together! If one goes, we all go. If you can convince them to stop, I’ll take the blame for everyone."

"You? Why?" Man Qing blinked in confusion, eyes wide. Leng Linglan also looked at Lin Feng with an indescribable expression.

"Heh, who doesn’t want to live well? One person dying is better than all of us dying, right? There are so many of us, yet we still can’t beat you three sisters. The power gap is too great! Knowing you’re outmatched but still forcing the fight—that’s arrogance. So, how about it? Think it over." He quietly withdrew the Vajra form and slowly restored his spiritual power. The aura inside the celestial mansion was several times denser than the outside world, allowing rapid recovery.

"Since you say that, fine." Man Qing casually gathered the pearls circling her body. At that moment, Lin Feng moved swiftly, seizing the opportunity to strike a decisive blow, heavily slashing Man Qing’s temple with great force, secretly using his Overlord Strength. With a soft cry, Man Qing collapsed limply.

Leng Linglan’s eyes brightened, unable to believe Man Qing was subdued so easily.

"Stop all of you!" A fierce shout followed as the Ink-Extended Sword and White Snow Sword pressed against Man Qing’s throat and heart respectively, turning the tide abruptly.

"Ladies, it’s time to talk! If you don’t want Miss Man Qing to die here." Lin Feng stared coldly at the two battle groups. Che Ba and Chen Yuxi were wounded, only the Virtuous Compassion Daoist remained formidable, fiercely battling Man Die.

"Let go of Qing’er!" Man Die shook off the Daoist’s grip and swiftly reached the two.

"Don’t move!" With a thought, the Vajra form blocked her path. "If you take one more step, I’ll kill her!"

Man Die’s delicate body trembled slightly as she spoke each word with emphasis: "Fine! Fine! Man Xue, stop!"

Hearing this, everyone paused. Several weapons and treasures pointed at Man Qing. The Virtuous Compassion Daoist sneered, clutching his goatee with a triumphant expression.

"Release Qing’er, and we sisters won’t hold grudges against you!" Man Die looked directly at Lin Feng.

"I’ve heard this condition once already. Let her go, and you honestly return to the pond, don’t cause us trouble." Lin Feng spoke carefully, already planning how to extract valuable information.

"Wait, don’t trust them so easily! Leave the divine artifacts!" The Virtuous Compassion Daoist’s face hardened, eyes glinting with venom.

"Foolish! What use are divine artifacts to you? The Yin Que Palace is full of experts. Even if you kill us sisters, you won’t leave alive." Man Die clapped her hands, retracting her colorful silver sand sleeves—her personal divine artifact.

Che Ba, seeing her indifferent attitude, flew into a rage. "You stinky woman, want me to smash you with my staff?"

"Stinky monkey! That staff belongs to the master. Dream on if you think you can kill me with it!" Man Die sneered relentlessly. Che Ba was stunned, while the Virtuous Compassion Daoist’s eyes flashed murder, but he held his tongue.

"Let’s settle this: take revenge on whoever you have grudges against. The one who destroyed the jade bridge was this Daoist, and the one who killed the golden lion was this demoness Leng Linglan. It has nothing to do with the others." Suddenly, Chen Yuxi spoke up.

"Senior sister!" Lin Feng was shocked. Her words clearly intended to condemn the two from the demonic cult.

"Heh heh, little girl, your scheme is quite clever, trying to use them to eliminate the two of us. Tell you, impossible!" The Virtuous Compassion Daoist’s face was full of mockery. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, the turquoise sword trembled fiercely, shooting toward Chen Yuxi!

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Bathed in green light, the sword energy magnified several times, faintly tinged with azure.

"Shriek!" The Jingluan Sword met the turquoise sword head-on. The intense clash of sword energies hovered above Man Qing’s head. Boom! As the force surged, the two soared into the sky.

"Give me back Qing’er!" Man Die looked at Lin Feng. In the earlier turmoil, he had released the Ink-Extended Sword from Man Qing’s neck and dragged her aside.

"No problem, but first you must agree to my previous terms." Lin Feng glanced at everyone and nodded.

"Alright!" Man Die agreed without hesitation, though her gaze swept over Man Qing.

"Useless! All that pretending for nothing!" Man Qing flipped midair and stuck out her tongue at Lin Feng.

Everyone was dumbfounded, not expecting her to feign unconsciousness. Man Die and Man Xue covered their mouths, stifling laughter, clearly expecting this outcome.

Hearing the battle above, Lin Feng flew up to assist his senior sister, but suddenly, Leng Linglan’s White Snow Sword shot forth like a streak of white lightning, aimed at Lin Feng!

"You!" Lin Feng’s eyes tightened. The Ink-Extended Sword met the flying blade perfectly. Bang! The collision produced a deafening blast, a flash of silvery-white light flickering between the swords.

"Trying to kill me?" Lin Feng’s calm face twitched slightly.

"Hmph! Different paths, no need for nonsense!" Leng Linglan pointed gracefully, the White Snow Sword slashing horizontally, releasing a snow-white sword light several dozen feet long, rushing again.

"Huh? Why are they fighting?" Man Qing exclaimed.

Man Die shook her head. "Ignore them, let’s go."

Bang! Just as the three women transformed back into carps, a jade statue about a zhang tall was struck in half during the fierce battle, cracking into eight pieces scattered across the ground.

"Hey! Who’s the blind fool that broke the master’s things!" A whirlwind suddenly swept through the courtyard, followed by a thunderous roar. The storm split into countless small whirlwinds, scattering in all directions. When the winds subsided, a terrifying figure appeared: a tall man in purple robes, red eyes, blue hair, surrounded by swirling auras that radiated an intimidating presence.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two faint light rings enveloped Virtuous Compassion and Chen Yuxi. Both widened their eyes before falling to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

Their spiritual power was suppressed! The two lost their ability to fly and were immobilized, reliving the helplessness of their first time controlling treasures in the sky.

"Brother Shangrong!" Man Qing blinked, leaping beside the young man.

"Qing’er, let me finish off these people first, then I’ll play with you." The purple-robed youth ruffled her nose affectionately, a doting smile on his face.

"Wait, Brother Shangrong, leave those two alive. I don’t care about the others." Man Qing pointed at Lin Feng and Leng Linglan.

"Hmm? Fine, I’ll give you one more gift: I’ll spare that cripple, but the rest, die!" The word "die" echoed, transforming the courtyard’s atmosphere. The swirling aura danced violently, air thick and oppressive. Strangely, the statues and plants remained motionless. Elder Yuan Qianzi stared blankly, mumbling something incomprehensible.

Che Ba, Virtuous Compassion, and Chen Yuxi were utterly stunned, facing the purple-robed youth with only despair left. They could neither move a finger nor speak.

"Stop!" A slightly trembling shout drew Shangrong’s gaze.

He turned his head slightly, coldly saying, "Are you courting death?"

"Please, spare them." Lin Feng’s voice was hoarse. Facing Shangrong’s fierce aura, he couldn’t raise his head.

"Spare them? Fine. If you can endure three of my fingers, I’ll spare three lives. Endure one, that counts as one." Shangrong smiled and retracted his aura. Che Ba and the others finally breathed freely, relief like a heavy stone lifted.

"Alright, I accept." Lin Feng gritted his teeth, voice hoarse.

"Junior brother…" Chen Yuxi’s face turned pale, trembling as she gazed at this familiar yet strange junior brother.

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"It’s nothing, senior sister." He turned, smiling gently.

"First finger!" Without giving Lin Feng time to prepare, a terrifying black vortex formed between his fingers. With a dull thud, Lin Feng’s body was thrown back heavily, smashing against the mansion’s wall. Ripples radiated from him, space seeming to fracture!

"Brother Lin Feng!" Che Ba’s face changed drastically as he watched Lin Feng’s body from afar.

A cold gleam flashed in Leng Linglan’s eyes as she clenched her sword tightly.

"Cough, such a powerful finger technique!" Lin Feng struggled to stand, hands supporting the ground. His Cloud Star robe shattered into fragments at his feet.

"Junior brother!" Chen Yuxi’s eyes shone with joy.

However, Shangrong coldly uttered, "Second finger!" Suddenly, a black force like sword qi and a punch shadow shot straight through Lin Feng’s body, piercing his clothes with a sharp whistle! The strike hit precisely at his dantian.

Bang! Lin Feng fell headlong, blood spurting skyward, lying motionless on the jade ground. Chen Yuxi was stunned, Che Ba dropped his Dragon-Subduing Staff with a clang, Leng Linglan bit her lip, face pale as paper. Elder Yuan Qianzi seemed to have regained consciousness, staring blankly at Lin Feng’s bloodied form. Virtuous Compassion closed his eyes, unable to bear watching.

"Eldest sister, is he really dead?" Man Qing timidly clung to Man Die’s arm.

"Don’t worry, he’s still breathing. Big brother promised you he wouldn’t break his word." Shangrong appeared beside Man Qing with a flash, gently patting her head.

Che Ba and the others exchanged incredulous looks.

"Then, do you still have a finger left? Will you use it?" Man Qing frowned.

"That depends on him. Big brother never strikes the weak lying on the ground." Shangrong smiled faintly, his blue hair fluttering wildly.

At this moment, Virtuous Compassion was the most anxious, hoping Lin Feng was alive but fearing he couldn’t withstand the third finger.

The Flame Heart Fire ignited suddenly, all 409 acupoints blazing with starfire. Warm energy coursed through muscles and bones. Lin Feng, though unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. Pain! Something inside him felt torn and destroyed—his dantian had been shattered once again!

"Ahhhhhh!" Anguish and despair flooded his mind as memories flashed before him. Staggering, he stood and roared toward the sky.

Hatred! With his dantian destroyed, it would have been kinder to just kill him outright.

"Shangrong! Ah! I want you dead!" Trembling all over, muscles stretched to the limit, he looked like a demon emerging from flames, his eyes blazing fiercely.

"Hmm, interesting." Shangrong’s face showed a trace of a smile, but he didn’t act hastily.

Boom! A fiery red afterimage whipped up a storm, instantly piercing Shangrong’s body!

The roaring flames and storm echoed through the heavens and earth. Everyone’s hearts trembled, staring in horror at the figure kneeling on the ground.

"Your potential is impressive. Stand up! Face my third finger!" Shangrong’s form condensed midair, his gaze strange and burning.

"Why... even like this, he still can’t be hurt! Why..." The fusion of Flame Heart power and storm waves was effortlessly evaded by Shangrong. The frustration was unbearable!

"Third finger!" Like a revolving star, an orange-red vortex solidified before Lin Feng. Boom! The vortex struck his abdomen again, enveloping him in a red glow like a cocoon, slowly unraveling him strand by strand!

Gasps arose, but soon observers noticed something unusual, holding their breath in concern.

Shangrong’s strange finger flame passed through Lin Feng’s body, warmly enveloping his entire dantian. The chaotic spiritual power rapidly gathered and restructured, like spring rain nurturing growth—the shattered dantian was reborn once more!