On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

BOOM!

BOOOMMM!

A loud cracker exploded in the distance, sending shockwaves through the air. Suddenly, the wind picked up, carrying debris and dust, creating chaos.

A young man stood firm amidst the chaos, his hair whipped into a frenzy by the wind. Debris and dust swirled around him, momentarily obscuring the world, but he remained steadfast, a single fist clenched at his waist.

Within that fist pulsed a power far exceeding his youthful appearance.

"Repeat, what did you say?"

The young man's voice was firm and commanding, cutting through the surrounding chaos. The young man's eyes flashed with rage.

Behind him, two familiar faces appeared—one filled with fear, the other with worry. Wang Hao and Hu Jianyu stood silently, their expressions betraying a mix of regret and apprehension.

They had come either to seek his assistance or to deceive him into helping them.

Wang Hao looked at Hu Jianyu, hoping he would have the right words to convince the young man.

Hu Jianyu took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak.

"As I said," Hu Jianyu began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "this young master's fiancée has gotten close to another man in the past few days. Many disciples have seen them together. We fear that the young lady..."

BOOM!

A crashing pressure suddenly filled the area, forcing Hu Jianyu and Wang Hao to kneel involuntarily. A powerful force swept through the air, leaving them in shock.

'His cultivation is incredible! We're completely immobilized!' Hu Jianyu and Wang Hao thought simultaneously. They tried to use their Qi to resist, but it was useless against the immense strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It was like a bug trying to resist a hurricane.

"Do you have any idea what you are insinuating?" A deep voice boomed, causing Hu Jianyu and Wang Hao to tremble in fear.

Standing before them, Hou Feng's gaze was like a fiery inferno, his eyes burning with anger. The surrounding air crackled with intensity, and his presence alone was suffocating.

Hu Jianyu and Wang Hao exchanged nervous glances, realizing they had crossed a line they never should have.

Hou Feng's voice was cold and menacing as he spoke again, "You will both pay dearly for spreading such baseless rumors about my betrothed."

"W-We wouldn't dare, y-young master Hou," Wang Hao stammered, his voice quivering with fear. His young master status was nothing compared to Hou Feng's.

Hou Feng was the young master of the Hou family, slightly weaker than the Immortal Sword sect, making Wang Hao insignificant in comparison.

Hu Jianyu tried to maintain his composure, but the sweat beading on his forehead betrayed his fear. He knew that crossing Hou Feng, with his powerful connections and influence, could have dire consequences.

But it was worth the risk.

Seeing that both Wang Hao and Hu Jianyu were cowering before him, Hou Feng's aura scattered, giving them a sense of relief.

"Speak."

Hu Jianyu and Wang Hao started to explain themselves, telling Hou Feng everything they knew about Chen Tian and Yin Yun's close behavior. They added some lies to further incriminate Chen Tian and make Hou Feng believe he was a threat.

Hou Feng listened intently, his expression darkening as he processed the information.

"Heh, a mere outer disciple with no background wants to covet my position," he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he turned and said, "Both of you can leave now. I will handle this situation myself." Hu Jianyu and Wang Hao nodded, delighted by Hou Feng's angry expression.

After they left, Hou Feng's anger quickly dissipated, and a smirk formed on his face.

"Fools."

Turning around, he began walking toward a cliff.

Wooshhh~~!!

The wind whipped around him as he stood at the edge, looking down at the vast expanse below. With a chuckle, he understood that Wang Hao and Hu Jianyu expected him to handle Chen Tian.

His previous anger disappeared like smoke in the wind.

A cold expression settled on Hou Feng's face as his eyes glinted with malice.

"Come," he muttered as a figure materialized from thin air, clad in flowing black robes that absorbed the sun's rays.

A jade pendant hung from their waist, inscribed with the word "Hou." The figure approached silently, their movements fluid and graceful.

They stopped in front of him and bowed slightly.

"You called, Young Master," the figure spoke, their voice a low rasp that held an edge of undeniable power. Their eyes remained veiled in shadow.

"Chen Tian," Hou Feng spat the name.

"I want you to investigate this person, his background, everything about him, and most importantly, his relationship with Yin Yun."

"Yes, young master," the figure replied with a nod. "Consider it done." With a swift movement, they turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Hou Feng alone with his thoughts.

He didn't care who Chen Tian was or what his identity was; even if Chen Tian got close to Yin Yun, Hou Feng didn't care.

He had no feelings for a woman like Yin Yun, he only cared about power and his status.

All he cared about was maintaining his position and influence.

If he could marry Yin Yun, it would only be a matter of time before the Yin family fell into his hands.

"No one will stop me from getting that thing," Hou Feng whispered softly, the wind whipping his words away.

---

"Master Xu, what is this place?" Su Bingxin asked as she looked around the dark and eerie underground chamber.

Xu Zhiyuan simply smiled and said, "You will see in due time, my dear disciple."

As they ventured deeper into the chamber, Su Bingxin couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping up her spine.

They arrived in front of a large stone altar, on which rested a mysterious and ancient-looking artifact. The artifact emitted a faint, otherworldly glow, and Su Bingxin couldn't tear her eyes away from it.

A tremor ran through Su Bingxin as she entered the area around the altar. The otherworldly glow intensified, wrapping around her like a cool mist.

It pulsed with a strange rhythm, resonating with something deep within her core.

Hazy and fragmented memories of swirling swords and echoes of clashing steel flickered at the edges of her mind.

"Welcome to the Sword Peak sword momentum," Xu Zhiyuan spoke, his voice echoing in the chamber.

"Hahaha, judging by your expression, you're already benefiting from just being close to it, girl. You indeed have great talent in the sword."

Xu Zhiyuan smiled knowingly as he watched Su Bingxin's reaction to the sword momentum.

Su Bingxin could feel her sword aura, which had just entered the first level, already beginning to resonate with the sword momentum.

"For the next couple of months, you will be training here at Sword Peak. You are not allowed to leave until your sword aura reaches at least the second level," Xu Zhiyuan declared, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"I will try my best."

Su Bingxin nodded eagerly, determined to prove herself and reach the second level of her sword aura.