Chương 112: A Gift from the Heavens

Though Jiang Wengyin's vitality was steadily waning, he was still an eighth level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. From the very first exchange, he held the advantage. He kept the two sixth level cultivators from the Hong and Xing families completely on the back foot, suppressing them with ruthless efficiency. But actually killing them? That was another matter entirely. The other Tier 2 battles were evenly matched, locked in a stalemate that showed no signs of breaking anytime soon.

Meanwhile, at the Qi Refining level, the Jiang family fighters were being pushed back step by step. Within just fifteen minutes, they were already showing unmistakable signs of a full rout. Jiang Wengyin's face turned grim. The sudden loss of two Tier 2 cultivators had left the Jiang family dangerously exposed. And the Hong and Xing families were circling like wolves, waiting for the slightest opening. Jiang Wengyin felt trapped.

He had finally found a lone wolf like Yen Tianyang willing to join their side but he never expected the two rival families to respond with such brutal decisiveness. What began as cautious probing had, in one careless moment, exploded into an all out war. Jiang Wuhe had been too arrogant. He let a perfect opportunity slip, a chance to finish off the wounded Xing Haomiao. Now that Xing Haomiao had stabilized his injuries, he was back on the sidelines, launching sneak attacks and adding to the chaos.

Jiang Wuhe had already lost the upper hand. … Fifteen minutes later. The battlefield, spanning several hundred meters in every direction, had been reduced to rubble. Corpses litter the blood soaked earth. Crimson sprayed across the ground, staining it dark red. Jiang family disciples lay sprawled in the dirt, eyes wide with terror, as the surviving Hong and Xing cultivators moved through their ranks, calmly delivering killing blows.

And still, Jiang Wengyin's battle against the two sixth level cultivators dragged on. A flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. What if he burned his own vitality? He could briefly elevate his combat power, sacrifice decades of his remaining lifespan and take down at least one of the sixth level fighters. But if he did that… would the younger generation of the Jiang family have enough time to grow strong enough to protect themselves? He couldn't decide. But at that very moment, Huaijin was already preparing to act.

He had changed into a fresh set of dark robes. Hidden beneath the hood, his face was utterly calm. Two of the Jiang family's cultivators had already died by his hand. There was a blood debt between them. And now, with this perfect opportunity laid out before him, it wasn't in his nature to simply watch. This was the moment to kick them while they were down. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

Besides, he had his eye on that Foundation Establishment Pill. This was a gift from the heavens. And Zhang Huaijin thrived in chaos. This was the ideal scenario for him to reap the spoils while his enemies tore each other apart. Deep within his sea of consciousness, fifteen Yin Yang Divine Needles gleamed with cold, deadly light. A wisp of baleful aura swirled around them and in the blink of an eye, they vanished without a sound. Whoosh. In an instant, the fifteen needles crossed the battlefield, silent as ghosts.

The next moment, they converged from every direction, aimed straight at Jiang Wengyin's skull. Huaijin's current soul attacks packed the power of a perfection stage Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. Jiang Wengyin was strong. But right now, locked in a desperate fight against two sixth level opponents, he couldn't afford even the slightest distraction. He never saw it coming. The fifteen Yin Yang Divine Needles pierced straight into his skull. AHH! A blood curdling scream tore from Jiang Wengyin's throat.

Blood gushed from his seven orifices. His face twisted in agony, as if demons were tearing him apart from the inside. His body convulsed violently as the chaotic Taiji power of the needles shredded his soul into fragments. In an instant, his soul was destroyed. He was already on death's doorstep. The two sixth level cultivators' spirit artifacts came crashing down, blasting Jiang Wengyin's body away like a ragdoll. Blood sprayed from his collapsed chest. His eyes rolled back. All signs of life vanished.

The two cultivators from the Hong and Xing families froze, confusion flashing across their faces.

"Soul techniques! Someone else is here!" They were mid level Foundation Establishment experts, well-traveled and sharp. Cold sweat instantly beaded on their foreheads. And then, Huaijin's figure materialized on the battlefield. BOOM! He hurled two Tier 2 spirit artifacts into the fray. A wave of monstrous energy exploded outward. The two sixth level cultivators' eyes went wide at the terrifying fluctuations of power.

'You've got to be kidding me! He just shows up and blows up two Tier 2 artifacts like it's nothing?! Just how rich is this bastard?!' They didn't dare take any chances. They scrambled backward as fast as they could. BOOM! BOOM! Two colossal, terrifying spheres of energy erupted into existence. The very air shimmered and warped. Within a ten meter radius, the ground buckled, black smoke billowed skyward, and chaos reigned. The shocking scene stunned every cultivator on the battlefield. But Yen Tianyang reacted fast.

He blasted back his opponent and bolted away at top speed. Xing Taimo didn't give chase. After all, Yen Tianyang wasn't part of the Jiang family. Even though he had wounded Xing Haomiao, the man was still alive. The immediate priority was finishing off the Jiang family for good. Jiang Wuhe's face was pale as death. Despair hardened into cold resolve. He ignited his blood essence, blasted past the Hong family's fighter, and fled without a backward glance, racing straight toward Jianqu county town.

"Don't let him get back! Kill him now!" Xing Taimo's expression shifted. He charged after Jiang Wuhe in long, thunderous strides. As the smoke cleared, Jiang Wengyin's body was gone. Huaijin had taken it. Yen Tianyang had also vanished.

"Soul techniques… Who the hell was that man?" The Hong family's sixth level cultivator shuddered, still shaken. An eighth level Foundation Establishment master like Jiang Wengyin, killed in a single breath.

"No idea. But one thing's clear, he has a serious grudge against the Jiang family." The Xing cultivator's voice was low.

"And you know what they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." He knew the value of soul techniques. Even Purple Mansion Realm cultivators coveted them obsessively.

"Jiang Wengyin is dead, but the Jiang family still has two Tier 2 cultivators left. Wiping them out completely… that's easier said than done," the Hong cultivator said.

"Whether we destroy them entirely or not, they're going to have to cough up most of their territory and resources." The Xing cultivator gave a cold snort.

"Both of their late stage supreme elders are gone. The Jiang family might have connections in Qingtai city, but those connections are worthless now. We pool our resources, offer enough bribes, and we can shut those people up easily enough." The Hong cultivator nodded. That was the rule of the cultivation world. All the Jiang family Qi Refining fighters on this battlefield were already dead.

"Let's move. Get back to the county town." With Jiang Wengyin's death, the great battle sputtered to an abrupt, bloody end. When the news spread, it sent shockwaves across the entire Qingtai prefecture. Jiang Wengyin had been a powerful eighth level man, a cultivator of immense reputation. And the Jiang family's influence had once reached all the way into Qingtai city itself. But now, with the loss of both their late stage supreme elders, they no longer had the right to stay in Qingtai city.

Such was the brutal, unforgiving reality of the cultivation world. And the Jiang family's current ruin could all be traced back to one man's poor judgment: Jiang Wenshi. All because of a minor ranking dispute, he had relentlessly targeted Zhang Huaijin. He had even directly ordered his men to ambush and kill him. In the end, Jiang Wenshi had died by Zhang Huaijin's hand.