Chapter Thirty-Four: You Are Not A Genius

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  When Zhang Yu arrived at the front house, all the family members who had previously surrounded Chu Lianfeng had disappeared without a trace.

  Chu Linfeng was not a bloodthirsty demon, under the word "roll", these gardeners who had been scared by the title of "修士" naturally hid far away, but there were a few brave ones, after running far, hiding behind the trees and eaves to peek in the direction where Chu Linfeng was.

  "This Taoist friend has come from afar, I wonder what for?" Zhang Yu leisurely sat down not far in front of Chu Lianfeng, his eyes narrowed into a slit, with a hint of playfulness.

  "You are the guest invited by the Chen family." Chu Linfeng completely ignored Zhang Yu's inquiry, his momentum was fully displayed as he took a step forward, coldly saying: "I have an old account to settle with the Chen family, if you stay out of this, I won't make it difficult for you."

  Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu seemed to have heard the most hilarious joke in years and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Finally, his face turned cold and he said disdainfully, "Not make things difficult for me? This sentence should be what I say to you instead."

  After confirming that the young man in front of him was only at the sixth level of the Human Realm, Zhang Yu felt fearless. As soon as his words fell, he suddenly made a sword decision without warning. A green light flashed down, bringing out a slight sound of breaking through the air, and shot towards Chu Linfeng at an astonishing speed.

  It's better to take the initiative, this has always been Zhang Yu's guiding principle in doing things.

  A loud metallic clang, Chu Lin's body was surrounded by a layer of purple light, barely blocking the sword light that had broken through the air.

  "You're quite a wealthy guy, aren't you? Well, after I take care of you, this Purple Gold Bagua Shield will be mine."

  Zhang Yu's expression remained calm and composed, but when he saw Chu Lianfeng take out the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Shield, a hint of excitement even rose up in his heart. It seemed that this small, insignificant sect, Ming Guang Zong, aside from the "Great Sunlight Pill" which had yet to show any practical use, hadn't produced anything worthy of note. Even someone with Zhang Yu's exceptional talent had never obtained a treasure from his predecessors. The Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Shield might not be anything remarkable, but in Zhang Yu's eyes, it was still a treasure worth fighting for.

  Zhang Yu's appearance was indeed within Chu Linfeng's expectations, but what he did not expect was that Zhang Yu possessed a cultivation base of Human Stage Six Heavens. After all, in this mundane world, it was rare for cultivators with strength surpassing the Human Stage Six Heavens to be willing to become guests of aristocratic families.

  However, this could not change Chu Linfeng's original intention. He even defeated He Xiangfeng, a Seventh Heaven cultivator with the Wind and Thunder Spirit Body, so what about this ordinary Sixth Heaven cultivator in front of him?

  "Golden Crack" was unleashed, and hundreds of golden threads of electric snakes burst out, relying on the control power that far surpassed ordinary people. Chu Linfeng brought the power of this mortal-level divine technique to an unprecedented extreme. Perhaps it couldn't match the attack power of a general-level divine technique, but with its swift speed and massive numbers, it was already comparable to a general-level divine technique.

  He was originally determined to be attacked by Zhang Yu, with a few cold smiles on his face, and he was suddenly stiffened. The hundred golden snakes danced wildly, leaving him no room for other thoughts. His cultivation in the sixth layer of Tianyun Peak's boundary was revealed in an instant, and he slapped his palms continuously, striking out clusters of pale yellow palm prints that violently exploded more than half of the golden snakes. With his decent physical skills, he narrowly survived this wave of fierce attacks.

  "Such a powerful attack, it's absolutely impossible for an ordinary sixth-stage cultivator to achieve. Could he also be like me, a sixth-stage cultivator with superior innate talent?"

  Just as Zhang Yu was shocked and busy defending against the hundred-way golden snake's impact, Chu Linfeng instinctively urged the Tai Pan True Yuan force in his body, and in an instant, he displayed the strongest divine technique he currently possessed, which was also the ultimate killing technique that made He Changfeng drink hate and lose during the clan's grand competition - Extreme Radiance Flame Dragon.

  "The Cultivation Realm is just a world of strong preying on the weak..."

  "There is no strongest, but there is the most ruthless..."

  "If you want others to respect you, first make them fear you. At least this principle won't go wrong when dealing with enemies..."

  "When taking action, one must not hold back, even when an eagle swoops down on a rabbit, it is still necessary to do so..."

  These words were one of the many teachings that Zhao Lie had given to Chu Linfeng, which he had listened to and carried out faithfully.

  Just as Zhang Yu was about to dodge and counterattack with a powerful divine technique, he saw a dazzling flash of light approaching from afar, like a shooting star illuminating the sky.

  In the face of crisis, Zhang Yu didn't even have time to cast "Vajra Seal" for defense and could only manage to use a mortal-level defensive divine technique, Stone Skin, to protect himself.

  The dragon-shaped purple flame, accompanied by a terrifying high temperature, almost instantly burned out the air in the surrounding space of several meters, and the fierce flames that could melt rocks and boil gold heavily bombarded Zhang Yu's body, which had cast the Stone Muscle Technique.

  This "Extreme Radiant Flame Dragon" that can barely keep up with the king-class divine technique in terms of attack power, how could it be withstood by a mere mortal-level defensive divine technique?

  In an instant, Zhang Yu was swallowed by the purple flame dragon, letting out a series of mournful cries. The sound was short and sharp, a mixture of extreme pain and powerlessness, also the price he paid for considering Chu Linfeng as an ordinary sixth-level cultivator from the start.

  If Zhang Yu had shown his true abilities from the start, even if he lost, it wouldn't have been so miserable and quick.

  But he, who has always considered himself a genius, never thought that there were many people in this world whose talents and emotions far surpassed his own. In front of Chu Lianfeng, a rare and unparalleled Xuan Yang spiritual body among millions of people, what right does he have to be called a genius?

  Everything is just a joke, and this is also Zhang Yu's sorrow as an unorthodox disciple of a small sect.

  A frog at the bottom of a well dares to talk about viewing the sky?

  The flames had died down, and Zhang Yu, who had long since stopped screaming, had been reduced to a pile of ashes under the intense heat. All that was left on the ground was a small storage bag about the size of a palm.

  This was Chu Linfeng's first time killing someone, but at this moment his heart didn't have the slightest ripple. It was unknown whether it was the effect of two years of miserable life tempering his endurance, or if it was the influence of Demon Lord Zhao Lie's slightly biased and extreme teachings, or perhaps it was the great calamity that had befallen his family that had numbed Chu Linfeng.

  With a light grasp, the storage bag was in hand. After Chu Linfeng put it into his bosom, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with a palm strike, a powerful palm wind mixed with strong true yuan energy suddenly turned a row of buildings beside Chu Linfeng into ruins.

  "Chen Yunde, the famous monk you relied on has been killed by my hands. Now I have tens of thousands of soldiers, if you don't appear before me, today I will surely sweep away everything in this place, not leaving a single tile."

  Zhang Yu's life was extinguished in a matter of ten or so breaths, from the moment he appeared to his death. The few gardeners who were hiding and peeking from afar also witnessed the whole process clearly. At this moment, they heard Chu Linfeng's words and were immediately shocked and frightened, wishing they could push their own master in front of him at the first opportunity.

  The immortal's anger is not something that these mortals can withstand, especially the calamity star in front of him, who with a raise of his hand and a movement of his foot could easily take down the usually calm and collected Guest Lord. With such methods, destroying Chen Family Village would be an effortless task.

  When Chu Linfeng counted to "seven", a magnificent brocade robe, Chen Youde, who had the shape of a round ball, was supported by two family servants and stumbled in front of Chu Linfeng.

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