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Chapter 369 Fooling the Old Man
Chapter 369 Fooling the Old Man
Chen Yi was certain that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators were far inferior to Hu Mingyue in their understanding and affinity with the origins of the Dao of Heaven and Earth.
The Silver Spirit Clan ancestor before them was merely an avatar, and the amount of Dao essence he could bear and utilize was even more limited.
Moreover, more than a decade ago, in order to intimidate Silver Horn and prevent him from making any rash moves against him, Chen Yi genuinely pretended to be an unparalleled master.
If we were to show our fear today because of one of the opponent's clones, it would be a huge joke.
Not only will the subsequent cooperation with the Silver Spirit Clan be completely canceled, but things are unlikely to end well today either.
Only when you establish a solid persona do you have the right to negotiate.
Upon hearing this, Yin Yan, the patriarch of the Silver Spirit Clan, narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully examined Chen Yi from head to toe.
He could not sense any guilt or emotional turmoil from the other person who was lying.
There was only a deep, still pool.
"snort!"
A cold snort, like metal striking stone, rippled through the void.
"Quite the boast!"
"My Silver Spirit Clan's Space-Stabilizing Silver Disc has been passed down for ten thousand years. The spatial laws imprinted within it are incredibly profound. How could it be so easily refined?!"
Yin Yan's tone suddenly rose, carrying a condescending, judgmental tone.
"Boy, I'd like to try it myself!"
"If you can truly prove that you have mastered the spatial compression technique of my Silver Spirit Clan, then I will forgo the Space-Fixing Silver Disc and consider it a fortuitous opportunity for you. What do you say?!"
He finished speaking.
Yin Yan stretched out a pale and slender hand.
His movements were slow, even somewhat freehand, as he simply drew a line lightly in the air in front of him.
It's just this simple, understated stroke.
A piercing silver line was drawn out of thin air in the pitch-black void.
The moment the silver line appeared, all the surrounding light was swallowed up, forming an extremely distorted spatial ripple.
The area of that spatial rift was extremely small, and the spiritual energy fluctuations it contained were only at the peak of the mid-stage of the fourth rank.
However, the spatial supernatural power it drives is incredibly profound and refined.
This is no longer a simple energy attack, but a direct use of spatial severing magic to annihilate.
Let alone the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even a typical late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would find their spell structure disintegrated by spatial power the moment they made contact if they tried to withstand it with magic.
If Chen Yi were just a liar spouting empty words, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand this attack.
The outcome was either severe injury and near death, or the soul being directly severed.
Whether he lives or dies will be entirely in Yin Yan's hands.
"Boy, don't blame me for bullying the weak."
Yin Yan withdrew his hand and said indifferently.
Yin Yan's voice was not loud, but it carried an arrogance and scrutiny that came from the very marrow of his bones. Every word was like tempered cold iron, striking one's mind.
"You ask for two fifth-tier precious spiritual items right off the bat. My junior, Silver Horn, is easy to fool and inexperienced, but I am not so easily fooled."
Deep within his silver eyes, Chen Yi's calm and unwavering face was reflected, as if he were examining a rare treasure or weighing a stubborn rock of unknown origin.
Whether you can get what you want ultimately depends on whether you're truly made of gold.
The moment the words fell, Yin Yan pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light, sweeping motion in Chen Yi's direction.
There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of magical power, nor any dazzling brilliance.
Only an invisible, unseen blade tore through the air, severed the light, and created a barely perceptible black crack in the space ahead.
This stroke, seemingly casual, actually embodies his profound understanding of the laws of space, honed over hundreds of years.
This is the Silver Spirit Clan's innate divine power of spatial rift.
He was absolutely confident in his strike.
Although his level was suppressed to the mid-stage of the fourth rank in this world, the "essence" of his supernatural powers remained unchanged.
That sharpness at the level of laws is a higher-dimensional cutting technique, enough to make any cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage feel a chill deep in their soul.
After all, in the universally recognized system of laws across all realms, time reigns supreme, and space reigns supreme.
Spatial abilities are always among the most offensive.
This single gesture is enough to prove everything.
If the opponent is bluffing, they will surely be decapitated by this one finger, and even their soul will not be able to escape.
If the other party truly possesses extraordinary abilities, they can naturally resolve the situation easily.
A cold, indifferent smile, as if he were in complete control, had already crept onto Yin Yan's lips.
However, the next moment, the smile on his lips froze.
The composure and calmness in his eyes were instantly replaced by utter astonishment.
Chen Yi didn't even lift his eyelids when facing the invisible yet deadly spatial blade.
He also stretched out one hand, fingers spread, and casually pulled and grabbed at the void in front of him.
This action is completely devoid of any worldly or human touch.
It's like an ordinary person casually trying to grab a handful of flying catkins from the air.
But this simple action triggered an unbelievable change.
Centered on his palm, the space within a radius of several feet seemed to transform into a soft and elastic curtain, which was suddenly gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.
The light distorted, and the air was compressed into a tangible mass, groaning under its strain.
The space, several meters wide, was compressed to its limit in an instant, layer upon layer, and finally transformed into a barrier only an inch thick, yet shimmering with countless fine spatial folds.
That barrier was crystal clear, and its interior seemed to contain a world that had been shrunk to an infinite size.
Silver Flame's Spatial Severing Finger, powerful enough to cleave metal and stone and sever divine consciousness, crashed into this spatially compressed barrier.
No sound.
There was no explosion.
The black spatial rift was like hitting an insurmountable wall of sighs. All its sharpness and destructive power were instantly smoothed, absorbed, and dissolved into nothingness by the layers of compressed space.
Ultimately, it vanished without a trace.
The whole process was extremely fast and extremely bizarre.
It was as if the attack that had just struck, which was enough to threaten a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was merely a harmless illusion.
The color drained from Yin Yan's face in an instant, and his silver pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.
"How is that possible!?"
An uncontrollable gasp escaped his throat, his voice distorted.
He stared intently at Chen Yi, his gaze no longer scrutinizing, but filled with the horror of someone who had seen a ghost.
"You really learned it? In just over a decade, you've mastered the spatial magic of my Silver Spirit Clan to this extent!?"
"Do you possess the bloodline of my Silver Spirit Clan??"
Yin Yan was completely unsettled.
Spatial fragmentation is an attack, while spatial compression is a defense.
This is the two sides of the core divine power of the Silver Spirit Clan, a law-based talent imprinted deep within their bloodline.
For outsiders to learn this is harder than climbing to heaven, let alone to understand and apply defensive supernatural powers to such a high level in just over a decade!
This is no longer just "learning", this is "mastering"!
In fact, from that move just now, he felt a deeper sense of control over space that he had never experienced before.
This stirred up a storm in his heart.
Chen Yi slowly withdrew his hand, placing his other hand behind his back, his expression indifferent as if he had only done a trivial matter.
He spoke casually, his voice clearly reaching Yin Yan's ears.
"The mere spatial compression technique is not difficult to achieve."
"Only when your Silver Spirit Clan can cross continental boundaries and teleport through space with your physical body will you be considered to have advanced your spatial abilities to a minor level."
He paused, then added, his tone carrying a sense of entitlement.
"Of course, that's not something a mere Nascent Soul cultivator could do."
These words struck Yin Yan's heart like heavy hammer blows.
"Such arrogance?"
Yin Yan instinctively retorted, but his voice unconsciously weakened.
"The ability to teleport across continents—what terrifying spiritual power and magical strength would that require?"
"Moreover, the endless space contains countless spatial storms, black holes, and ferocious spatial beasts that prey on humans; it's not so easy to traverse."
His expression shifted constantly, from shock to doubt, and then from doubt to confusion.
The sarcastic remarks he had prepared were now completely uttered.
Reason told him that what Chen Yi said was too far-fetched and almost boastful.
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator is a top-tier existence in one world, but in the boundless void of the universe, they are still as insignificant as dust.
But the skill his opponent had just displayed, that effortless and composed mastery of the laws of space, felt like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
That understanding far surpassed his own, and even surpassed that of any Silver Spirit Clan elder he knew.
He's no longer sure if the other party is genuine or not.
A thought, uncontrollably emerging from the deepest recesses of Yin Yan's heart, made the hairs on his body stand on end.
Could it be that some powerful being from the upper realm has actually reincarnated and happened to descend upon this remote little place?
Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.
It proliferated wildly, instantly providing the most reasonable explanation for all the irrationalities in Chen Yi's situation.
At this point, even Yin Yan himself began to have doubts.
Looking at the young man before him, whose face was youthful but whose eyes were as still as a deep well, he felt he was unfathomable the more he looked.
After a long silence, the surprise and shock on Yin Yan's face slowly subsided, finally turning into a complex cold snort.
"Hmph! Although I don't know how you learned the spatial compression defense technique of my Silver Spirit Clan, I keep my word."
He abruptly changed the subject, trying to regain control, but the arrogance in his tone had vanished without a trace.
"Then I will not pursue the matter with you regarding the Fixed Sky Silver Plate; consider it a gift."
"Furthermore, this is what Silver Horn promised you before. I've gone through quite a bit of trouble over the past few years to get my hands on it. You can have the fifth-tier Thunder Crystal Fruit and the Nine Yin Demon Flame Origin."
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a jade box sealed with layers of fifth-order runes.
The moment the jade box appeared, the surrounding air distorted slightly, and a terrifying aura of lightning and coldness seeped out even through the seal.
"I advise you not to refine them for now. With your abilities, you are not yet capable of refining these two things."
This advice was half a reminder, and the other half his last act of stubbornness.
"Furthermore, now that I have come in person, there is no need for you to take care of my Silver Spirit Clan's treasure, the Silver Sky Hammer. I will retrieve it myself and bring it back."
"Let me give you one last piece of advice: your Great Qing cultivation world is about to face a bloodbath."
If you find yourself with nowhere to go, and in a life-or-death crisis, you can mention the name of my Silver Spirit Clan, and I will save your life.
After saying that, Yin Yan pushed the jade box in his hand forward.
The box did not fall; instead, it was enveloped by a gentle spatial force and flew steadily toward Chen Yi.
After doing all this, he didn't look at Chen Yi again, as if even looking at him would shake his resolve.
He turned around, taking Silver Horn with him, who was already too frightened to speak, and transformed into a streak of silver light, flying swiftly towards the location of the Silver Sky Hammer tens of thousands of miles away.
That figure, with its resolute air and a hint of disheveled panic, conveyed a sense of determination.
Seeing this, Chen Yi felt a little relieved. This old man had been intimidated by him.
In fact, there was indeed a powerful being reincarnated from the upper realm, but it was not himself, but Hu Mingyue.
Chen Yi accepted the heavy jade box.
It felt cool to the touch, with the heat of thunder on one side and the chill of demonic flames on the other. These two completely different auras were perfectly isolated within the small jade box by the runes.
His divine sense probed into it and clearly perceived the Thunder Crystal Fruit inside, which was covered with purple lightning patterns and had reached the peak of the fifth-grade low level, as well as another ball of Nine Yin Demon Flame Origin that was wrapped in a restriction, as deep as night, and also reached the fifth level.
A slight stirring occurred to my heart.
Such a high-grade Thunder Crystal Fruit contains incredibly violent Thunder Law power; theoretically, with his current cultivation level, it would indeed be very difficult for him to refine it.
However, with the existence of a system, even the most violent energy can be slowly absorbed and transformed into one's own.
Chen Yi frowned slightly at Ning Bu'er's predicament.
A wisp of golden electricity swirled around his fingertips, sensing the power of destruction and rebirth contained within it.
He had personally experienced Ning Bu'er's Nine Yin Demon Flame; it was cold and domineering, but ultimately it remained within the fourth tier.
The fifth-order Nine Yin Demon Flame Origin floating between the two was no bigger than a fingernail, pitch black all over, but with a deep purple flame pulsating at its center.
It floated silently, yet it distorted the surrounding light. The aura it emitted even caused Ning Bu'er's own demonic flames to show signs of being suppressed, and the flames trembled slightly.
Forcibly refining it will either result in qi deviation or being backfired by this higher-level source, burning away one's soul.
As for the old man Silver Flame, Chen Yi's thoughts were racing even faster.
The old man claimed that he could retrieve the Silver Hammer without his intervention.
This sounded like a good thing, and Chen Yi was too lazy to care about it.
But deep within his consciousness, he remained ever vigilant. The old man with the silver flames had only descended as an avatar, possessing less than a tenth of his original power.
The Silver Sky Hammer is locked onto the mysterious and unpredictable Void Realm, a forbidden place called the Soul Sky Thunder Palace.
Not to mention, behind the virtual world, there are also virtual beasts that are eyeing the real world with covetous intent.
Which of these beings is easy to deal with?
Is it really possible for the old man Silver Flame to have an absolute guarantee of safety with just one clone?
Chen Yi had doubts about this.
No problem.
Let him go.
Perfect, let him be a pebble thrown into the water to test the waters and explore the depths of that illusory realm.