Chapter 119: Now It Is My Turn

Wei Jun stared at the unscathed Lin Yi, unable to believe his eyes. With a volatile temper, he growled, "Why are you perfectly fine?"

The two were close in age, and what made Wei Jun even more arrogant was that he was a renowned genius on the Heaven and Earth Rankings. Yet, his strongest three strikes had failed to even break the protective aura surrounding his opponent. It felt like an utter humiliation.

"Why should I be anything but fine?" Lin Yi countered.

"You... you..." Wei Jun was livid, nearly choking on his own fury. Asking why he should be fine was a clear sign of contempt.

"You've had your turn; now it’s mine," Lin Yi said.

His words made the hair on Wei Jun's body stand on end. The plump woman spoke up urgently, "Mr. Lin, please spare Wei Jun. We will leave at once." She believed that as long as there was life, there was hope; as long as Wei Jun remained, the rise of the Wei family was a certainty.

"I only want his two arms," Lin Yi said indifferently.

Wei Jun’s eyes turned bloodshot as he bellowed, "Damn you, who do you think you are? I didn't want to use this move, but you forced my hand!"

The plump woman sensed disaster and hurriedly urged, "Jun’er, apologize to Mr. Lin at once!" But blinded by rage, Wei Jun ignored her completely. His entire body glowed with a crimson hue, his aura surging so violently that it hinted at a breakthrough into the Spirit Venerable realm.

Lin Yi did not intervene. In truth, though he had spent these years cultivating his character, he still longed for a duel with a true master. However, the environment on Earth was poor, and the strongest he had encountered so far were mere Spirit Venerables. In the classification of cultivators, that was equivalent to the Profound stage—a level of strength that could only be considered mediocre.

As Wei Jun’s aura climbed, everyone felt a suffocating pressure, unable to resist the urge to drop to their knees. The surrounding spiritual energy began to churn like boiling water. Suddenly, he stepped into the air as if treading on an invisible staircase. Any Grandmaster would know what this signified: it was a hallmark of the Spirit Venerable realm.

From Post-Natal body tempering to Pre-Natal Qi cultivation, then to the Grandmaster’s罡-energy, the transition to Spirit Venerable meant one had begun to master the power of heaven and earth. The gap between each realm was immense, far beyond what mere numbers could bridge. Just as a single Pre-Natal practitioner could easily overpower a hundred Peak-stage fighters, this was the suppression of realms.

"Oh no, Elder Qiu, Wei Jun has actually broken through to the Spirit Venerable realm. What are we to do?" a Snake Valley elder asked, his face full of dread. Elder Qiu remained silent, her sharp gaze fixed on Wei Jun.

"Haha, excellent! Who would have thought our Wei family would produce a Spirit Venerable? This brings great honor to our ancestors," Wei Youwei said, his eyes gleaming.

"I knew it, Jun’er is a dragon among men," the Third Elder added, stroking his beard with excitement.

Only the plump woman frowned. Logically, she should have been happy, but she felt deeply uneasy. She found Lin Yi’s persistent calm unsettling.

Wei Jun stared at Lin Yi with bloodshot eyes. He had forcibly broken through by overdrawing his potential. The higher one's potential, the greater the boost, but the cost was devastating; his path to further improvement was now effectively severed unless a miracle occurred.

"You deserve to die!" Wei Jun roared. His broadsword, unable to withstand the sheer intensity of his power, shattered into pieces. However, the Wei family was wealthy, and weapons were no object. He pulled another, finer blade from his storage pouch.

"Red Lotus Three Strikes!"

Just as Wei Jun raised his blade, a figure suddenly appeared before him. It was Lin Yi.

"I said, it’s my turn now." Lin Yi’s voice was detached. He threw a punch, light and effortless.

Alarm bells rang in Wei Jun’s mind. His intuition screamed that if this punch landed, he would be gravely injured. He immediately condensed the power of heaven and earth before him, forming an egg-shaped shell to protect himself, while simultaneously swinging his blade at Lin Yi.

Previously, he had been a Half-Step Spirit Venerable; now, having broken through, his strength had surged tenfold. With the fortification of heaven and earth’s power, he was confident this strike would cleave Lin Yi in two.

Lin Yi’s punch connected with the blade, appearing light but instantly shattering the weapon. The momentum of the fist remained undiminished, striking the protective shell.

"How is this possible?" Shock flickered in Wei Jun’s eyes. That weapon was a top-tier artifact he had labored long to obtain, yet it was destroyed in one blow.

Before he could react, the fist hit the protective shell, causing it to explode into countless specks of starlight that flowed like a rushing tide toward him.

"No, I don't want to die!" Gone was the anger, replaced by sheer terror.

*Bang!*

The fist struck his chest. Wei Jun felt as if he had been rammed by a mountain; every bone in his body screamed in agony. He was sent flying like a cannonball, soaring hundreds of meters through the air, causing chaos along his path. Fortunately, Lin Yi had held back, or many of the onlookers would have perished. Wei Jun finally came to a stop, embedded deep into a massive rock three hundred meters outside the Snake Valley.

Silence. Everyone was stunned. The rising star of the Wei family, Wei Jun, had been sent flying by a single punch, without a hint of resistance. The members of the Wei family stared in disbelief. Wei Youwei muttered, his spirit broken, "This is impossible... impossible. My Jun’er is a Spirit Venerable. How could he lose?"

Only the plump woman shook her head. No wonder Lin Yi was so confident; such power was terrifying. Wei Jun was a genius, far superior to the pseudo-Spirit Venerables like the Mo family’s Great Elder, yet he had been defeated just as easily.

The people of Snake Valley stood with mouths agape. They had thought their end was near, only for the tide to turn in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Lin, you are amazing! From today on, you are my idol," Yu Xiaoyu said excitedly. One never truly understands the terror of a Spirit Venerable until they see one. The mere aura Wei Jun had emitted earlier had nearly made her kneel. Her goal had been to become a Grandmaster, but now she had set a new goal: to reach the Spirit Venerable realm.

Elder Qiu sighed, "A true hero among the youth—that is Mr. Lin."

Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back, casting a cold glance at the Wei family. "I said I would break his two arms. Does anyone have an objection?"

None dared to speak. They could see Wei Jun, a Spirit Venerable, still stuck in the rock. Wei Youwei’s eyes were bloodshot, his fingernails digging into his palms. He was filled with resentment; the murderer of his mother was right before him, yet he was helpless. To have his son’s arms broken was an unbearable humiliation, but the situation forced his submission.

Lin Yi strode over to Wei Jun. Though alive, Wei Jun was a mess, his expensive clothing in tatters. The handsome, suave man from moments ago was gone.

"You’ve hurt me this much. Are you not afraid of the vengeance of the forces behind me?" Wei Jun asked, his eyes filled with fear.

Lin Yi did not reply. With a hand shaped like a blade, he struck twice, cleanly severing Wei Jun’s arms.

"Ah! You deserve to die!" Wei Jun’s face twisted in agony, his eyes burning with hate. Without his arms, he was no better than a cripple—a fate worse than death.

"I’ve heard that line many times," Lin Yi said calmly. "Unfortunately, I am still alive."

Wei Jun glared at him once more before the shock and pain overwhelmed him, and he fainted.

The scene remained deathly silent. No one dared to utter a word, a chill running through their hearts. Lin Yi turned to Elder Qiu. "Where is the Heaven Snake Fruit?"

"Xiaoyu, hurry and bring the fruit to Mr. Lin," Elder Qiu ordered.

"Yes." Yu Xiaoyu retrieved three black-and-white spherical fruits from her pouch, each the size of a fist and radiating spiritual energy.

"Mr. Lin, here you go," Yu Xiaoyu said, stealing a shy glance at him as she handed them over. Lin Yi sniffed them, confirmed their authenticity, and tucked them away.

"Very well. Handle the rest yourselves; I will not interfere," Lin Yi said flatly. He had come to resolve the trouble with Wei Jun for Snake Valley, and with that done, his business was finished. As for the lingering feud between the Wei family and the valley, that was their affair.

"Mr. Lin, let me show you around the valley. If you find any herbs you like, feel free to take them," Yu Xiaoyu offered sweetly. Unlike the volatile, bloodthirsty girl from before, she now seemed like a simple girl next door—though this was merely a temporary mask.

Lin Yi pondered for a moment and nodded. If they had the Heaven Snake Fruit, there were likely other herbs. He had Xiaoqian with him, who subsisted on spiritual herbs.

As he walked into the valley with Yu Xiaoyu, he realized it was far larger than it appeared. Surrounded by mountains and protected by formations, it was a fortress. The spiritual energy inside was at least two to three times denser than outside, which explained why the Wei family had constantly clashed with the valley to seize this territory.

"Mr. Lin, this is our residential area," Yu Xiaoyu said, pointing to a cluster of villas. Lin Yi nodded, thinking to himself that these wealthy people certainly knew how to live. There were at least three hundred villas; it seemed everyone had their own.

After a tour, Lin Yi decided not to take advantage of them. He traded a single Foundation-Cultivation Pill for a dozen spiritual herbs. He was short on many things, but never on pills. With Xiaoqian, as long as there were ingredients, he could produce pills constantly. To him, what others considered rare treasures were mere trifles.

If he ran out, he would just press the little girl to refine more day and night. As for the issue of child labor, Lin Yi certainly wouldn't admit to it—besides, Xiaoqian wasn't a child, but a spirit artifact that had lived for thousands of years.