Chapter 53: Caiyun’s Dominance
Chapter 53: Caiyun’s Dominance
Upon hearing this, Cheng Lingyu clenched his right hand and absorbed the Snake Soul into the vortex in his palm.
In the next moment, he kicked out fiercely, sending Cheng Qinghua flying with a single blow.
“You lose.”
The three cold words echoed as Cheng Lingyu stepped forward, intent on finishing Cheng Qinghua.
Yet just as he neared his target, an overwhelming sense of extreme danger gripped him. Cheng Lingyu jerked sideways, narrowly evading an unfathomably mystical strike.
“Who dares harm a disciple of the Shenhuo Sect?”
A figure materialized beside Cheng Qinghua, voice trembling with anger.
“Uncle Master Lin! That boy injured Junior Brother Qinghua!”
A Shenhuo Sect disciple pointed accusingly at Cheng Lingyu.
Cheng Lingyu glared coldly at the newcomer—a stern man in his forties wearing black clothing adorned with a flame emblem.
“Harm my disciple? I’ll end you.”
Lin Tianfeng’s icy gaze locked onto Cheng Lingyu as he vanished and reappeared before him, palm slamming downward.
Cheng Lingyu dodged desperately and threw a punch fueled by his full combat power, only to be effortlessly overpowered. The impact sent him sprawling, blood spraying from his mouth as he collapsed, gravely wounded.
“Not bad… but now you die.”
Lin Tianfeng materialized beside the fallen youth, foot lashing toward his skull. Though Cheng Lingyu saw the attack coming, his shattered body refused to move.
“Kill him!”
The injured Cheng Qinghua screeched hoarsely.
“This is what happens to fools who provoke the Shenhuo Sect,” sneered onlooking disciples.
Death loomed, but defiance blazed in Cheng Lingyu’s heart. He strained to move, yet some strange force pinned him in place.
A frosty voice suddenly pierced the air:
“How impressive—a Soul Martial Sixth Realm expert bullying a True Martial Fourth Realm junior.”
Lin Tianfeng recoiled as if struck, retreating several paces from the scent-laden breeze. Before him stood a woman in radiant robes, her beauty unmatched—Miss Caiyun from the chess academy.
“Who interferes in Shenhuo Sect affairs?”
“You injured my junior apprentice and seek to kill him.” Caiyun’s eyes burned like daggers. “Should I not repay your kindness in kind?”
“Uncle Master! She’s Caiyun from the chess academy!”
Lin Tianfeng narrowed his eyes. “He attacked my disciple. Naturally…”
Caiyun interrupted him with a cold laugh, “The young fights the young, the old fights the old. Your useless disciple couldn’t defeat my junior apprentice – he deserved it. Since you’re forcing your way into this, leave your life here.”
Strange light waves surged around Caiyun’s body, lotus flowers blooming beneath her feet as flames spread everywhere. A frenzied slaughter aura enveloped the surroundings, forcing the spectators to stagger backward, unable to steady themselves.
With light lotus steps, Caiyun’s beautiful face filled with slaughter intent. Raising her jade hand, a vortex spun in her palm as spiritual patterns manifested in the void, radiating a domineering aura that shook the heavens.
Lin Tianfeng paled, shouting, “Do you truly oppose my Shenhuo Sect?”
Caiyun scoffed, “What worthless thing are you, to represent the Shenhuo Sect?”
As her mocking words rang out, Caiyun waved her jade hand. A peculiar space materialized above Lin Tianfeng’s head.
“Impudent wench! Since you court death, I’ll oblige!”
Lin Tianfeng spread his arms, tearing at the sky and earth to break the space above him. But terrifying Backlash Power struck him instead, leaving him injured and spitting blood instantly.
“Empty reputation, undeserved fame.”
Caiyun sneered, pressing her right hand downward. The ever-changing space unleashed mountain-like gravity, shaking Lin Tianfeng’s body as he emitted ghostly howls.
“Stop wailing like a specter. Since you enjoy bullying the weak, taste your own medicine – kneel!”
Her jade hand pressed down. Lin Tianfeng’s legs bent involuntarily, his face twisting grotesquely as he roared through gritted teeth, desperately resisting.
Unmoved, Caiyun slowly lowered her hand. The horrific gravity smashed Lin Tianfeng’s knees into the ground, shattering his kneecaps instantly. The piercing pain brought both agony and utter humiliation.
Cheng Qinghua and the Shenhuo Sect disciples gaped in shock. They knew of Caiyun’s beauty but never imagined her terrifying strength – her domineering fury inspiring pure dread.
Cheng Lingyu painfully rose, watching his radiantly beautiful Senior Sister with overwhelming gratitude. She was taking Revenge for him, otherwise she’d never need confront the Shenhuo Sect.
“How’s that taste? Unpleasant? Beg me if you want mercy.”
Caiyun’s icy smile and cruel tone stabbed Lin Tianfeng’s pride. As a Shenhuo Sect alchemist with high status and cultivation level, he’d only struck Cheng Lingyu once – yet faced this result.
“Vile bitch! I’ll never forgive you!”
“Stubborn tongue. Let’s break those bones.”
A flick of her jade fingers sent a flame piercing Lin Tianfeng’s left hand, exploding instantly.
Lin Tianfeng’s face contorted as he screamed curses through the pain.
Caiyun continued methodically, crushing all four limbs until he became a broken wreck.
Cheng Qinghua’s face paled with fear as he tried sneaking away, but Cheng Lingyu spotted him.
“Losers forfeit their Heads.”
Though severely injured, Cheng Lingyu lunged at Cheng Qinghua.
“Seventh Brother! Don’t push this matter too far!” Cheng Qinghua blustered with false bravado.
Cheng Lingyu laughed wildly, “Regrets? When you betrayed brotherhood to shove me into hellfire for the Snake Soul, did you consider going too far then?”
His punch flew despite both being wounded. Cheng Lingyu’s formidable Physical Body delivered ten-thousand-pound force – enough to crush skulls.
Cheng Qinghua desperately begged nearby Shenhuo Sect disciples for help, but none dared move under Caiyun’s watchful presence.
Soon, Cheng Qinghua died at Cheng Lingyu’s hands, while his master Lin Tianfeng teetered on death’s edge.
Shenhuo Sect experts arrived then, their faces darkening at the scene.
“Enough!”
A fiftyish man stepped forward – Zhang Yihu, Shenhuo Sect elder and Lin Tianfeng’s contemporary.
Caiyun’s frosty gaze swept over him. “Come to defend your man?”
Zhang Yihu averted his eyes. “Even beating dogs requires respecting their masters. You dare attack our sect’s expert in public?”
Caiyun’s laugh rang sharp. “Since when does the Shenhuo Sect blush at its own tactics?”
“Insulting our sect?” Zhang Yihu’s face reddened.
“Quit bellowing!” Caiyun cut through his rage. “This old fool hurt my junior. Will you take his head, or shall I?”
Her unyielding stance dwarfed the elder’s presence.
“You go too far!”
“Let’s ask the city lord then.” Her voice dripped mockery. “How your Soul Martial Sixth Realm ‘expert’ bullied a True Martial Fourth cultivator – such impressive might!”
Zhang Yihu sputtered, “Lies!”
“Or shall we say your sect’s decades of cultivation can’t best one girl? Incompetent elder or worthless sect?”
“What do you want?”
“His head. You do it to save face. If I must…”
Trapped, Zhang Yihu weighed options. A crippled Lin Tianfeng wasn’t worth warring over.
“Mark this day!” The elder’s blade fell reluctantly. As Shenhuo disciples retreated to jeering crowds, Caiyun stood triumphant.
“Senior Sister, I…” Cheng Lingyu shifted awkwardly.
“Bolder than before.” She gripped his hand, steering them toward Chess Academy.
Explaining his feud with Cheng Qinghua, Cheng Lingyu found closure.
“Youth breeds venom. His death matters not.”
“But Cheng Zhaolong might hide now, complicating revenge.”
“Or he’ll strike first, letting you finish this openly.”
“Your perspective astounds me.”
“Enough flattery. Offending Shenhuo Sect for you – you’d better improve. Tend your wounds.”
News reached Cheng Zhaolong swiftly. Messages flew to Shiyang Town’s Cheng family – their target remained in Yunyang City.
Caiyun’s first action in three years – slaying Soul Martial Sixth expert Lin Tianfeng – sent ripples through the city.
Among four arts academies, Calligraphy Academy’s Lady Xiuling held fame for cultivation and swordsmanship.
Now Caiyun’s deed, though angering Shenhuo Sect, etched her name deeper in Yunyang’s memory.