Chương 57: Yang realm warrior

The sharp youth frowned, and all the other core disciples stiffened up.

"Leave the Core court immediately. I don't want to ever see you here again. The Core Court isn't place for trash." He spat coldly. Long Feng was first dazed by his words, then he frowned slightly.

"I already apologized for interrupting your cultivation session. I don't see what right you have to order me around. Besides, I came here meet Lord Yi Ming and no one else!" Long feng replied in a respectful tone. All the Core disciples stared at him weirdly. Even the rank nine Yin level lady. Apparently, talking back to this Senior brother Han was a rare feat.

"He dared talk back to Senior brother Han Man." someone whispered softly.

"What can you say? Ignorance is bliss." Someone whispered back. Even the sharp youth named Han Man didn't seem to have expected Long feng's reply. His face turned frosty.

"Get lost! Never step foot in the Core Court again!" His frosty voice ordered again, this time with more chill. Long feng began to feel pressured and he knew that it was Han Man's doing. Long feng didn't doubt that Han Man had seen through his cultivation level, because he was a Yang level cultivator. Long feng couldn't hide his cultivation level from a Yang level cultivator. That further showed how exceptional they were. Han Man was apparently annoyed when Long feng dared to speak back at his face when he ordered.

Who in the entire Mortal heaven sect dared to go against his command? None of the core disciples had the guts to do that. It could be said to be a deep fear of him, or a great respect, but either way, no Core disciple would dare to disregard his words. He took Long feng's reply as ignorance of who he was, so he overlooked it and ordered Long feng to get lost, but Long feng stood there adamantly.

"Insolent kid, Kneel!" Han Man's eyes glinted coldly and he spoke. Long feng's frown deepened amidst the slowly rising pressure.

"Why would I kneel?" He asked. The tone of respect had vanished from his voice, replaced by slight coldness. He respected the strong, especially considering it was his fault to have roamed in their land. But then Long feng wouldn't be overly respectful either, not to a junior like him, even if that junior was much stronger than him. No one could order him around because of a mere Yang level cultivation. Especially not this overbearing youth who thought the world revolved around him.

"When I say kneel, you kneel!" Han Man released a slight part of his aura and directed his pressure at Long feng. Long feng's face instantly turned paper pale. This was the pressure of a Yang level cultivator! It felt as if he was holding a huge rock on his back. He didn't stand a chance against Han Man. Han Man's pressure was to force Long feng to his knees, but Long feng channeled every ounce of energy within him to resist this pressure. He definitely wouldn't kneel even at the cost of his life.

His whole body shivered and he felt sore from resisting Han Man's pressure. Soon, his legs began to shiver. If this continued, he would definitely fall on his knees. The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Long feng began to gather his momentum, compressing his energy on his legs. He wasn't planning on resisting or attacking Han Man. That would be suicide. What he wanted to do was to escape out of this vicinity. He would run as fast as he could in any direction.

Facing this Han Man now was no different from courting death. He also couldn't remain here because Han Man was clearly crazy. He would not hesitate to attack him. If Han Man should kill him, the Mortal heaven sect would definitely do nothing about it. They would take it as the death of a useless existence. What they needed were people like Han Man, not weak people like Long feng. Between a Core disciple and an Elite disciple, the person the sect would support was clear. Void Roc Agility technique!

Long feng suddenly shot away, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. He ran for several minutes before stopping to catch his breath, looking backwards to make sure no one was following him. Sighing, he turned around to go, when he froze, his expression that of disbelief. Han Man was standing indifferently before him, his robes fluttering in the light wind. More of the Core disciples began to appear as well, staring at Long Feng with mocking expressions. Their speeds were all mind blowing.

Without warning, Han Man indifferently thrust his right hand at Long feng. It was so fast that Long feng couldn't hope to dodge the palm. He merely reacted with his instincts. He instinctively thrust his left palm too, although he knew it was useless. It was like throwing an egg at a rock. No matter what, the egg would never leave a single scratch on the mountain and would instead be shattered.

A slightly loud booming sound filled the air, and Long Feng was launched flying backwards for a short distance before he crashed into the ground and coughed out a mouthful of blood, staring at his numb arm.

"Hmph!" Han Man harrumphed coldly and punched at Long feng's chest. This punch was extremely powerful, even a peak Yin realm cultivator wouldn't dare to receive it head on. It could definitely injure Long feng's dantian and probably cripple his cultivation! Bearing the pain forcefully, Long feng crossed his both arms across his chest. The fist landed with a loud sound. Long feng was flung far away again, coughing up another mouthful of blood. His right arm also felt completely numb and both arms shivered slightly.

Unfazed, Han Man shot towards Long feng, or it was more apt to say appeared before hin. His index finger aimed at Long feng's chest. His attacks were all aimed at Long Feng's chest. He seemed to want to cripple Long feng's cultivation! Long feng roared, his eyes reddening and his aura bursting out of his body in waves. He used up all his energy to form four barriers between Han Man and him, but Han Man's finger pierced through the barriers as easily as cutting butter with a knife!

This was the prowess of a Yang level cultivator! Long feng watched in slight panic as the finger was about to reach him, when a bright hallow appeared around him suddenly. Han Man's finger was actually pushed away by the hallow! A white haired old man appeared behind Long feng, smiling warmly. His appearance alone seemed to calm the surrounding and even Han Man returned to his original space and stood quietly. Lord Yi Ming!

"Ah! Young friend Han Man, could you give this old me some face and let my disciple go?" Long Yi Ming asked gently. Han Man immediately clasped his fist.

"Lord Yi Ming" he bowed his head slightly. Lord Yi Ming laughed"No need for such pleasantries. Please forgive my ignorant disciple!" Lord Yi Ming said.

"I didn't know that he was Lord Yi Ming's disciple. Please, accept my apologies!" Han Man said. Long Feng stared at him in shock, temporarily forgetting the pain he was feeling all over his body. Could anyone be more shameless? Long feng had clearly mentioned that he was Lord Yi Ming's disciple!

"Thank you for giving me face" Lord Yi Ming said as he touched Long feng's forehead. They both disappeared instantly.

Long feng found himself back at Lord Yi Ming's palace. Lord Yi Ming smiled at him warmly as he injected a gentle energy into his body. Long feng struggled to keep himself awake from the pain that was wracking him. His entire body felt sore, not to mention of his two numb hands. He imagined that they were dislocated, maybe cracked. His eyes began to shine coldly as he remembered Han Man's heartless attempt to cripple his cultivation.

Had Lord Yi Ming came a few seconds late, then Long Feng would have certainly wound up with his cultivation crippled! That thought filled him with a fear as well as a great rage. He would definitely repay this humiliation to Han Man tenfold!

"The Core disciples are like that, full of pride in their strength. Don't haro on it. It's my fault. I should not have let you come here alone. Elder Zhang would continue bringing you here." Lord Yi Ming spoke as he waved his continuously waved his hands slowly. He was creating a formation! Long feng could feel the intensity of Lord Yi Ming's soul power. It was far stronger than his own. They couldn't even be compared.

"I am creating a healing formation to heal your injures. You may have to stay bed ridden for a day or two and you will be back on your feet." Lord Yi Ming noticed the curiosity in Long feng's eyes and said. Long feng could also create a healing formation, but his own wouldn't be nearly as strong as Lord Yi Ming's own. And besides, his two arms weren't moving. How would he create the formation then? Thinking about Han Man again, Long Feng felt another emotion beside his rage.

He had an overpowering desire to surpass Han Man and trample over him. For someone of his pride, that would be the greatest humiliation; to lose to someone he could have killed with a slap before.

"Master, what is Han Man's cultivation level?" Long feng asked curiously. Although he knew that Han Man was a Yang level cultivator, he didn't know what rank he was at exactly.

"He seems to be a rank one Yang level cultivator. But he can rival rank two Yang level cultivators" Lord Yi Ming replied.

"Is he as strong as Elder Zhang?" Long feng asked again, although the answer was obvious. Lord Yi Ming laughed.

"That old Zhang is also a rank one Yang level cultivator, but Han Man has a high chance of defeating him" he replied. Although Long feng had expected that, he still sucked in a mouthful of cold air. Elder Zhang was over fifty years old while Han Man was merely twenty years old! Cultivators at the connate level had no change in their lifespan. They would age and die like a normal mortal who didn't cultivate. Yin level cultivators were the same. Yang level cultivators could al live for a hundred years and a few more.

A most a hundred and fifty, While a Spirit Realm Cultivator could live for two hundred years! Long feng didn't know how long an Imperial cultivator could live for, but it would definitely be higher than what a Spirit Realm warrior could do.

"Master, I am curious, what is your cultivation level?" Long feng asked. Lord Yi Ming smiled.

"This old man is incompetent. I have been stuck at the rank five Yang level for a long time already. I am ashamed of myself." Saying that, he shook his head, as though he really was ashamed of himself. Long feng simply stared at him silently, unable to figure out the right words to say.