A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 330: Convincing a Rock (2)

Her thunder sword rose high, aimed directly at him.

"I’ll ensure those tragedies never happen. So please... stay out of my way."

Li Feng fixed his stare on the blade directed right at him.

He stayed silent for an instant.

Afterward, a gentle sigh escaped him, laced with faint disappointment.

"...You’re truly set on this, aren’t you..."

He massaged his temple softly, like handling an especially vexing issue.

"Speaking of the future as if it’s set in stone... playing the hero while threatening an innocent with your sword...."

His hand dropped, and his eyes grew firm.

"Do you listen to your own words?"

Wei Zhenxin clenched her sword tighter. "This isn’t up for discussion."

"Naturally not." Li Feng answered steadily. "You’ve already decided everything."

A subtle smile curved his lips once more.

"I’ve decided too, but allow me one final question."

He advanced another step, disregarding the lethal edge of her sword.

"If that ’future’ of yours paints her as a disaster..."

His eyes narrowed a bit.

"Where do I fit in?"

Wei Zhenxin stiffened for the briefest moment.

Spotting that, Li Feng’s smile widened as he went on.

"If she truly turned into such a beast... towering over piles of bodies, wiping out whole sects..."

His tone lowered.

"I’d be standing next to her. Or dead in the attempt to halt her."

Tension thickened the atmosphere.

"Yet you never mentioned me."

His stare pierced hers, intense and searching.

"So either... your vision missed parts or..."

His smile took on a slight mocking edge.

"What you witnessed... isn’t as certain as you believe."

Wei Zhenxin’s face changed.

Doubt flickered in her gaze for the first time.

Li Feng seized on it right away and pushed harder.

"You’d slay someone over a scrap of foresight," his voice sharpening. "A simple chance... not a sure thing."

Taking yet another step, Li Feng’s words turned icy, carrying a perilous warning.

"I’ll spell it out: Leave her alone... and I leave you alone."

Next, he grinned and cracked his knuckles.

"But if you push it..."

A subtle wave of power pulsed from him, unleashing an oppressive force across the whole scene.

"...don’t fault me for shattering your noble arrogance."

Wei Zhenxin’s pupils contracted.

Her senses blared warnings... this man before her hid far greater peril than he let on.

Still, she clenched her jaw.

Her resolve wouldn’t crumble against such an opponent.

"...Looks like I couldn’t sway you," she whispered.

Suddenly—

Streaks of lightning replaced her form as she scattered and disappeared.

Li Feng’s fist crashed into her former position.

The ground buckled like under a massive mallet, hurling rocks and debris everywhere.

"Convince me? That nonsense won’t persuade anyone!" Li Feng bellowed.

His eyes sharpened then.

A subtle spark of lightning glimmered at his awareness’s edge.

’Way too quick.’

He spun aside without delay—

A concentrated green lightning bolt ripped by his shoulder, blasting the earth behind.

Rocks fragmented, and clouds of dust billowed up.

"Tch."

Li Feng tsked and retreated a short distance.

"You’ve chosen battle then."

His eyes scanned around.

Thin green lightning fissures sparked everywhere nearby, hinting at an immense force gathering.

This woman had grown swifter and mightier than earlier, he realized.

And he couldn’t deny a twinge of surprise.

Li Feng knew his present power and agility matched a Golden Core cultivator’s, but she matched him effortlessly.

’Who exactly is this Wei Zhenxin...?’

On full guard, a piercing cry echoed abruptly.

A green lightning lance hurtled from the rear at horrifying velocity.

Li Feng smirked, sensing it perfectly.

"Hmph!"

Though bulky, he whirled with blinding quickness and drove his fist at the assault.

Yet his punch met only emptiness.

The lightning melted away like liquid, green currents racing along his limb as Wei Zhenxin reformed behind.

She dropped into a low stance, her thunder sword sweeping at his midsection.

A mighty blast detonated on impact.

A ferocious lightning tempest burst forth.

The zone became a furious ocean of bolts.

Burnt meat’s scent hung heavy, but Wei Zhenxin’s eyes bulged in astonishment—her blade had barely cut into Li Feng’s skin and now jammed.

"Got you."

With those offhand words, Li Feng lunged toward her with alarming speed.

His plan was to knock this woman out cold and trap her within the Divine Brick... where he'd hold complete dominance once she was inside.

After that, he could savor the moment... gradually reshaping her unyielding mindset.

And should she still resist? He'd have no issue confining her for eternity.

Li Feng understood his nature deeply; he pursued only what brought him satisfaction.

He'd grant others opportunities, but that hardly made him a foolish do-gooder discarding precious assets for worthless principles.

At minimum, he wasn't that lamentable.

Thus, retaining such a stunning, valiant prodigy as his perpetual captive... and molding her into his servant held no appeal issues for him.

Yet Li Feng caught the serenity in Wei Zhenxin’s eyes and knit his brows.

Right as his grip neared her—

"...!?"

That sensation struck once more.

Suddenly, he felt himself decelerating, his frame turning feather-light and nearly buoyant.

As if the world nearby plunged into quietude, leaving him to float like a cloud adrift in vacant skies.

’What’s happening—’

Before he could grasp it, Wei Zhenxin sprang into action.

Her form hazed as she advanced, thunder sword hissing with ruinous lightning while savage bolts burst forth as she slashed directly at his torso.

Crimson blood erupted over Li Feng’s chest as he gaped at her in shock.

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Meanwhile, as Li Feng clashed fiercely with Wei Zhenxin.

On the central battlefield, where the eerie light had appeared... a tomb-like hush had already fallen.

Not a soul spoke—or rather, none dared—as every gaze riveted to the spectacle overhead.

At this instant, from the heavens...

A thick, inky-black fluid seeped languidly downward, akin to the foul leavings of some... profane force.

It refused to drop like regular water... opting instead to ooze.

The Yue Lan faction, who had ventured into the bizarre temple, overflowed with horror upon identifying that dark substance.

Every droplet exuded a choking oppression, as if some core essence faced defilement and annihilation.

And directly below it...

...lay Yan Moxuan’s corpse.