The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

After leaving Yong'an City, Shen Yifei flew eastward for less than a hundred miles before sensing several auras following him at a distance.

He didn't need to turn around to know who it was—those bastards from Wanjian Manor.

Like Ye Wuhen, he couldn't stand being taken advantage of.

Shen Yifei reflected on his words and realized that he might have been too harsh, making the other person lose face. He couldn't be like that in the future; he had to be even harsher, poisoning them outright to eliminate any future trouble.

"Master, the five people behind us include one early-stage Mahayana cultivator and four peak-stage Mahayana cultivators. They must be from the Ten Thousand Swords Manor."

"Yes, they're after me. I can't let the grudge of having my testicles cut off go unpunished. This time, I can't cut off my testicles again. The stove needs to be lit."

Shen Yifei deliberately slowed down, flying as he descended towards a desolate mountain below.

As expected, the five people followed him shortly after he landed. They took their positions and surrounded Shen Yifei.

One of them was the young man who was berated by Shen Yifei at the auction, Ye Qianqiu's nephew.

"Oh my, what a coincidence, isn't this my nephew?" Shen Yifei greeted him first.

The young man's face was ashen, his longsword already drawn, the tip pointed at Shen Yifei. "Who the hell is your nephew? My name is Sun Huan, and Ye Qianqiu is my uncle!"

"Huanhuan, that sounds like a..." Shen Yifei chuckled. "Even your uncle Ye Qianqiu has to keep his tail between his legs, and you, his nephew, are acting all high and mighty. What, you want to avenge your cousin?"

Sun Huan's hand gripping the sword bulged with veins. "Shen Yifei, you crippled my cousin, today I'll cripple you too!"

"Haha, what difference does it make whether Ye Wuhen has that thing or not? Kid, you don't understand. Go back and get your brother a dog one, it'll be better than his old one. The dog one even has a hook."

Without waiting for Sun Huan's retort, Shen Yifei looked at the four Wanjian Manor disciples at the peak of the Mahayana stage and asked, "The four of you, will you come one by one, or all at once?"

The four disciples exchanged glances but did not make a move.

They had witnessed Shen Yifei's extravagance at the auction, spending 20 million spirit stones, and had also heard that he had crippled Ye Wuhen and escaped unscathed, supposedly without even the manor lord gaining much advantage. The four of them were somewhat apprehensive.

Sun Huan was blinded by rage. "Damn it, attack together! Attack together!! Kill him, and there will be a huge reward!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his longsword, and a white sword aura shot straight toward Shen Yifei's face.

Shen Yifei dodged to the side, and the sword energy flew past him, splitting a boulder behind him in two.

"Oh dear, this swordsmanship is nowhere near as good as your brother's!"

Sun Huan is considered one of the best among the younger generation at Wanjian Manor, second only to Ye Wuhen.

However, he was not convinced by his cousin who was fond of wine and women. He devoted himself to cultivation and had a solid foundation. He was very confident that if it came down to a real contest of strength, he was confident that he could defeat Ye Wuhen.

People have different triggers. Ye Wuhen hates it most when others say he is not good enough, while Sun Huan hates it most when others say his swordsmanship is not as good as Ye Wuhen's.

But Shen Yifei could always hit the nail on the head with just one sentence.

Provoked by him, Sun Huan transformed into a streak of white light, his longsword aimed straight at Shen Yifei's throat.

This sword strike was both fast and ruthless, embodying the essence of his most exquisite sword technique!

Shen Yifei stood still, and when the sword tip was only three inches from his throat, he suddenly stretched out two fingers and pinched the sword tip.

His strength at this moment was no longer comparable to when he fought Ye Wuhen. He was now at the early stage of the Mahayana realm, far inferior to Ye Wuhen.

When I first saw Ye Wuhen's sword, it was incredibly fast. Now, when I see Sun Huan's sword, it seems slow and weak.

Sun Huan felt as if his sword had pierced an iron mountain. The tip of the sword was firmly held between Shen Yifei's two fingers, making it impossible for him to advance or retreat. He desperately tried to channel his spiritual power, but the sword remained motionless.

Shen Yifei laughed, "Nephew, your swordsmanship is far inferior to your cousin's. At least your cousin can injure me, but you... can't even touch the surface of my skin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small vortex in his dantian suddenly began to spin, and a huge suction force was transmitted along the sword.

Sun Huan felt his spiritual power was like a flood bursting its banks, gushing out wildly along the sword. He tried to let go, but his fingers felt like they were glued to the hilt and he couldn't shake them off at all.

Upon seeing this, the four disciples realized that Shen Yifei was indeed not someone to be trifled with. They exchanged a greeting and attacked simultaneously!

Four sword energies simultaneously slashed towards Shen Yifei from four directions. The sword energies of a peak Mahayana cultivator were not like those of Sun Huan!

Shen Yifei dared not be careless. He released the already limp Sun Huan and summoned the Long Sky Sword!

The moment he grasped the sword, the familiar sword intent surged through his arm and into his body, resonating with his will.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The image of my father's final sword strike flashed through my mind! There was no sword energy, no sword light, only that aura that changed the very fabric of the world.

"Momentum..."

Shen Yifei muttered to himself, opened his eyes, and gripped the Long Sky Sword tightly.

He hasn't fully grasped the sword's essence yet; he's only grasped a little bit of it!

This little bit is enough!

Just as the four men's swords were about to reach Shen Yifei, they suddenly shot straight into the sky, and the four sword energies merged into one and descended from the sky!

Shen Yifei looked up at the sword energy descending from the sky and felt the terrifying pressure contained within it.

Although the power of the early stage of the tribulation was only put together by four people, it was still something he could not withstand at present.

But he did not dodge.

Because what he held in his hand was the Changtian Sword, his father's sword.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, the small vortex in his dantian spun wildly, and all the spiritual power in his body surged into the sword through his meridians.

He did not draw his sword.

He simply held the sword upright in front of him and then gently pushed it upwards.

It's just this one action.

The sword energy that descended from the sky suddenly stopped three feet above Shen Yifei's head.

It felt like I'd bumped into an invisible wall.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy that the four of them had gathered together was instantly shattered, turning into four beams of white light that shot toward the four disciples!

The four peak Mahayana disciples of Wanjian Mountain Villa simultaneously felt a terrifying force strike their chests.

"Pfft...pfft..."

All four of them coughed up blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing to the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

Shen Yifei stood there, gripping the Changtian Sword, completely stunned.

He hadn't realized that he was prepared to be seriously injured by that sword strike.

It turned out that it wasn't itself that flew out.

He simply pushed the sword out horizontally, and it had the power of a mountain, which was enough to seriously injure four peak Mahayana cultivators!

This real battle made Shen Yifei fully understand the sword intent his father had described. He hadn't even grasped the basics yet, but it already possessed such power!

In the future, if one truly understands this, wouldn't one be able to dominate the world and become invincible!

"Brother... Brother, that move you made just now was amazing!" Xinghe shouted excitedly from inside the cauldron.

"Master, that move you just made was so cool. The combined sword energy of those four people scared me to death, but the way you unleashed that sword... um... how do I describe your expression at that moment... yes! Disdain!"

"Contempt?" These two words struck his heart like a heavy hammer!

Yes, the so-called momentum is the momentum of a sword, but even more so, it is the momentum of a person!

It is an aura that defies all obstacles, defies all rules, and defies all constraints that no one in heaven or earth can stop.

His father's sword strike was a contempt for the laws of Heaven.

His sword strike just now was a contemptuous disregard for the combined attack of those four peak Mahayana cultivators.

"I see……"