Volume One: City Turmoil Chapter 31: Qian Muyun Takes Action

Hearing Zhang Heng's brazen words, Yuan Yi sneered, "You little wretch, do you know what my cultivation level is?"

Zhang Heng replied disdainfully, "You merely piled up pills to reach the third stage of the Celestial Origin Realm—a useless waste."

Yuan Yi was slightly startled to hear Zhang Heng speak so accurately about his cultivation, then pointed to the two men behind him. "And do you know what their cultivation is?"

Yuan Yi was no longer in a hurry; this little brat seemed to know everything. He could use Zhang Heng's words to reveal his own strength, intimidating these remote region cultivators, perhaps making them serve him.

Zhang Heng answered calmly, "Both are at the first stage of the Divine Transformation Realm."

The moment the words "Divine Transformation Realm" were uttered, everyone except Zhang Heng and those from Yuan's country were shocked. Most were cultivators of the Void Return Realm; Divine Transformation was, to them, the mark of a superpower.

The crowd thought silently, No wonder they're from the Great Yuan Dynasty—their strength is indeed formidable.

This was exactly what Yuan Yi wanted; he relished the awe in the eyes of these unsophisticated folk.

But Zhang Heng grew impatient, "They're just two old men whose lifespans are nearly over, their potential spent. Why are you showing off? If you want to kill me, do it already. Why waste time with all this nonsense?"

Yuan Yi was furious, shouting through clenched teeth, "Very well, very well, you arrogant brat. I want to see what cards you hold."

As he spoke, he beckoned several guards and ordered, "Kill him for me."

That brat seemed to have some hidden trick; Yuan Yi was not foolish enough to act himself. If anything unexpected happened, only a few guards would die.

Upon hearing the order, the guards prepared to strike.

Just then, with no warning, a figure suddenly appeared in the arena. This person was dressed as a Taoist, shrouded in black aura, every inch of him clad in black—even the dust whisk in his hand was black. He was eerie to the extreme.

Yuan Yi and the others, seeing this figure stride in, dared not move rashly. Was this Zhang Heng's trump card? He was definitely a formidable expert; even the two Divine Transformation elders, who had been observing from the sidelines, silently moved to his side.

The Black Taoist was about to speak.

But Zhang Heng didn’t give him the chance to show off, cutting him off, "You, a third-stage Divine Transformation nobody, just like the rest—nothing but a rabble, coming here to make a show of presence. And you others, if you want to kill me, get on with it. If not, get out of my Zhang Clan. Don’t waste time here. I’m standing right here, and if I so much as frown, I’ll—"

But before Zhang Heng finished, a torrent of attacks surged toward him.

Instantly, the skies changed; vast spiritual energy crashed toward Zhang Heng like a tidal wave. With such overwhelming force, contact would surely mean death.

These people were all powerful in their own right and could not tolerate a mere first-stage Body Cultivation weakling grandstanding before them.

They had come seeking profit, and now, not only had they gained nothing, but they'd been insulted by a junior. The rage they'd bottled up erupted in full.

As spiritual energy of every kind swept toward him, Zhang Heng turned and fled, forgetting all about frowning or bravado—after all, his life was most precious.

While running, Zhang Heng called out anxiously, "Sister Mu Yun, if you don’t act now, you’ll lose a lovable little brother!"

Damn, big sister, this is life and death—can you stop playing around?

The attacks drew ever closer. In everyone’s eyes, Zhang Heng was already a dead man; with so much spiritual energy, even a Divine Transformation expert would struggle.

For a first-stage Body Cultivator to make so many act together was already a rare honor.

"Be careful, Heng’er!" Zhang Qingcang saw so many attacking Zhang Heng and tried to rush over to shield him, but Zhang Lie held him back, signaling him not to intervene.

The Zhang Clan members shouted anxiously, "Young master, get out of the way!"

Though Zhang Heng was a weakling with no strength and little presence, the fact he dared to stand forth for the Zhang Clan in time of crisis, unafraid of death, had earned their respect.

With only first-stage Body Cultivation, Zhang Heng couldn’t evade these attacks; his fleeing was merely to distance himself from the Zhang Clan.

Everyone seemed to witness Zhang Heng vanishing from the world.

Yuan Yi sneered, “You finally died, you little wretch.”

Just as the spiritual energy was about to strike Zhang Heng, a faint blue light flashed around him—an utterly unremarkable blue glow. Yet every attack vanished upon contact with it, leaving Zhang Heng untouched.

All present were stunned, including the third-stage Divine Transformation Black Taoist. He reckoned he could resolve these attacks, but not without paying a price.

Once the attacks faded, calm returned.

At Zhang Heng’s side, two women veiled in white gauze stepped out from the void.

The one in front was cold and aloof; even from a distance, the crowd could feel her icy aura, like a block of thousand-year-old ice, making people wary of approaching. The other stood with a sword, spiritual energy swirling around her, fresh and unworldly, her pose simple, like a fairy visiting the mortal world. Though their faces could not be seen, it was clear they were peerless beauties.

They were Qian Mu Yun and Murong Qingxue, master and disciple.

Despite the appearance of two stunning women, aside from Zhang Heng, no one had the mind to appreciate them. Everyone was thinking of escape; having besieged the Zhang Clan so openly, retreat was not an option.

Now, with Zhang Heng’s trump card revealed to be so formidable, misfortune could only befall them.

Anyone able to easily neutralize so many attacks must be at least a high-stage Divine Transformation expert, perhaps even a Tribulation Transcending powerhouse. If Zhang Heng made a move, their lives would be forfeit.

But Zhang Heng was unconcerned; since the two women appeared, he stared at them intently.

Honestly, why not look at two beauties instead of a bunch of burly men?

It turned out that Murong Qingxue, too, wore a veil—how fitting. Sure, Liu Nancheng’s blindness could be understood, but not everyone should be blind. With Murong Qingxue’s beauty and presence, she would rank among the top across the entire cultivation continent. Yet they claimed she was only Liu Nancheng’s most beautiful woman—how could that be justified?

A deep silence fell over the Zhang estate, the calm before the storm.

No one dared make a move; even the proud prince Yuan Yi of the Yuan Kingdom hung his head, silent. The third-stage Divine Transformation Black Taoist dared not flee either—the awe of true power.

Qian Mu Yun alone could suppress thousands of cultivators, forcing them to bow their heads. Some with weaker cultivation could not bear the tension and simply knelt on the ground.