The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

"Kill Qin Ya! Wash away this humiliation with blood!"

The disciples of Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain roared as they surrounded Qin Ya. Their eyes burned with hatred, looking at him as if they wanted to eat him alive. In contrast, the white-robed youth before them simply offered a detached smile, completely unconcerned.

"Quite the turnout," Qin Ya remarked, gazing at the forces from Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain. A cold smile touched his lips, and a chilling killing intent gleamed in his eyes.

"Qin Ya, surrender without a fight!"

With so many people backing him up, Ouyang Lin’s confidence surged. He straightened his back and looked at Qin Ya, a smug smile spreading across his face.

’So what if you’re strong? So what if your talent is monstrous?’

’Against the hundreds of disciples of my Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain, you’re still a dead man.’

"Come on. Let me see what you’ve got." Qin Ya smiled coolly and beckoned with his finger, his expression filled with utter contempt. This enraged the disciples of Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain. ’Damn it, how can he still be so arrogant at a time like this?!’

"Cloud-Pushing Palm!"

"Aurora Sword Technique, Eighth Form!"

"Nine Clouds Returning Wind Saber!"

In an instant, blasts of Palm Qi, Blade Force, and Sword Light came screaming toward Qin Ya.

A cataclysmic torrent of energy, like a storm, swept through the land. Its terrifying might seemed to make the very heavens change color. The ground cracked, boulders shattered, and the mountain walls trembled violently. Beneath this overwhelming power, Qin Ya’s figure seemed as insignificant as an ant!

"No...!"

Seeing this from a distance, Shangguan Yue let out a choked cry. Her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, the pain so intense she could barely breathe as tears streamed down her face. She shot toward Qin Ya in a frenzy, but Lii Yunge’s expression changed and, in a flash, she moved to block her. Rushing into that terrifying power was suicide.

"Sister Lii, let me go! Let me go!" Shangguan Yue struggled, her eyes glistening with tears. The sight made Lii Yunge’s heart ache.

"Yue’er, you need to calm down."

"I have to go to Brother Qin! Don’t stop me!"

Behind the two women, a smile tugged at Chu Lingfeng’s lips. His eyes, fixed on the Energy Storm, filled with glee, and he breathed an inward sigh of relief.

’An attack like that... there’s simply no way a Celestial Essence Realm Martial Artist could withstand it.’

’In his view, Qin Ya was probably so dead that not even ash remained.’

Muu Xue, Su Chang, Xiao Yunchen, and the others were also overcome with despair. No matter how monstrously talented Qin Ya was, there was no way he could survive an attack from hundreds of people.

In the canyon, Li Peiyi stood alone, clad in white and holding the Blood-Dropping Longsword. Before her lay countless disciples from Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain.

"Qin Ya, I refuse to believe you’ll fall here just like that," Li Peiyi muttered to herself, gazing at the earth-shattering energy fluctuations in the distance.

"Haha, the kid’s finally dead!"

"This is what happens when you insult our Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain."

"Hmph. So what if he’s talented? Before the might of a Sect, he’s nothing but an ant—let alone an ant who provokes our Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain."

"Sigh, what a prodigy. It’s a shame—the unbending reed is the first to break."

The disciples of Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain all looked on with disdain. A few even feigned regret, but none could conceal the excitement in their eyes.

To them, killing a Demon Pride like Qin Ya brought an indescribable sense of satisfaction. The Energy Storm gradually subsided, and the dust began to settle. Amidst the dissipating haze, a blurry figure appeared.

"Look! Quick, everyone, look!"

Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm. Everyone’s gaze snapped over, their faces masks of sheer astonishment. ’Impossible... This has to be impossible... How could he possibly have survived an attack from so many people? It must be an illusion.’

’Yes, it has to be an illusion.’

They tried to reassure themselves, but as the figure grew clearer, everyone gasped. To hell with any illusion! The figure was none other than Qin Ya, the very person they were certain couldn’t have survived.

Not only had he survived, but he looked completely unharmed. His white robes were as pristine as snow, without so much as a single tear. He still wore that same infuriating smile that made their blood boil. Their combined attack had had no effect on him whatsoever.

"This... Are we seeing a ghost?"

Someone whispered, and a wave of terror began to spread through the crowd.

"What’s going on? Why is he completely fine?"

"Oh my god, is he a man or a ghost?"

"This is completely impossible! Even an Extraordinary Strong Person couldn’t just stand there and take our attacks without a scratch! How is this happening?"

In the distance, everyone who had been certain of Qin Ya’s death was completely dumbstruck.

Shangguan Yue, still in Lii Yunge’s embrace, suddenly widened her eyes. Without even wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes, she stared at the distant youth, her expression shifting to one of pure ecstasy. "Haha! Brother Qin is okay!"

"Sister Lii, did you see? Brother Qin is fine!"

"I... I see him." At that moment, Lii Yunge was also in a daze, a single question echoing in her mind: ’How did this happen? How is he completely unscathed after being attacked by hundreds of Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain disciples?’

Chu Lingfeng, however, clenched his fists. His gaze was fixed on the young man, his eyes filled with irrepressible jealousy, rage, and... utter disbelief.

"Heh, I knew you wouldn’t die that easily," Li Peiyi said with a detached smile.

Qin Ya patted his clothes, though there wasn’t even a speck of dust on them. Clad in the Scenic Landscapes, his Defense Power was, one could say, as solid as a fortress of gold.

Forget these few hundred Purple Cloud Disciples; he could have taken on twice their number. Such was the astonishing Defense Power of a Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact.

Against anyone below the Extraordinary Realm, he could rest easy.

Even when facing an Extraordinary Martial Artist, Qin Ya was confident he could hold his own.

"Is that all you’ve got?" Qin Ya said with a detached smile, then took a step forward. That single step made the crowd of Purple Cloud Disciples react as if facing a formidable foe, and many of them recoiled. Seeing this, Ouyang Lin roared, "Don’t lose heart! Keep attacking!"

Hearing his words, the disciples snapped out of their shock and launched another wave of attacks at Qin Ya. In an instant, the area was once again choked with flying sand and dust.

When the dust settled, the crowd looked to find that Qin Ya’s figure had vanished. Just as they were looking around, a sudden wail erupted from within their ranks. A white figure was seen flickering about like a Ghostly Charm.

Each flicker was accompanied by a wail. Those Purple Cloud Disciples were left with either broken legs or snapped arms—a truly miserable sight. And everyone knew—besides Qin Ya, who else could that white Meiying be?

"Kill him!"

The crowd roared, and countless attacks once again flew toward Qin Ya. He simply smiled. The Scenic Landscapes activated, and a nearly imperceptible screen of white light appeared around him, like a wall of bronze and iron. No matter how strong or fierce their attacks, they were completely blocked the moment they struck him.

"Damn it."

"Our attacks are useless again!"