The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

Back at the Lower Seven Peaks, Lü Xin, Wang Huang, and the others all came up to greet him.

Since Qin Ya had repelled the people from the Eight Peaks, they had developed a bit of goodwill toward him and were no longer so aggressive. Besides, it wasn’t as if they had the power to be!

"Qin Ya, how did it go? Did you pass?"

"Pfft, is that even a question? With his abilities, the first trial was naturally a piece of cake. Asking that is just pointless."

"Hey, Qin Ya, what did you think of the trial process?"

Qin Ya, holding Jing’er, nodded slightly and smiled. "Brother Muh and I have both passed the first trial. Thank you all for your concern..."

After exchanging pleasantries with the crowd for a while, he turned and walked into the pavilion.

After settling Jing’er down, Qin Ya saw Muh Qing’s hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something but was holding back. He spoke softly, "I imagine you want to ask about what happened today."

Muh Qing nodded. He was indeed a little confused.

From their time together, he knew Qin Ya was by no means a reckless person, but his state today seemed a little off. A bit impulsive.

Qin Ya sighed and proceeded to recount in detail what had happened in the town that day. After he finished, Muh Qing’s expression turned grim.

"Despicable! Such behavior is simply outrageous!"

Muh Qing snorted coldly, his heart burning with rage. He then looked at Jing’er sleeping peacefully on the bed, sighed, and his eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

"The poor child."

"Mm."

Afterwards, to prepare for the upcoming second trial, Qin Ya and Muh Qing went into seclusion to adjust their condition and wait in readiness.

「Seven days later, an uninvited guest arrived at the Seven Peaks.」

On this day, the sky was clear and utterly cloudless.

A shocking explosion shook the entire Seven Peaks. Everyone rushed out, only to see a nearby mountaintop that seemed to have been forcefully gouged away!!

"Who is it?"

"Who dares to cause trouble within our Seven Peaks?"

"Oh no! Everyone, look!"

The sound of whistling wind echoed. Everyone looked up, their pupils shrinking. A hundred-zhang-tall mountain peak was falling toward them from thousands of zhangs high in the sky!

The hundred-zhang mountain peak descended with the force of wind and thunder, stunning everyone.

High in the sky, the crowd saw two figures. One of them, dressed in a fiery red robe, stood in the air with his hands behind his back. His eyes, gazing downward, held a piercing, cold intent. It was the red-robed youth who had caused trouble at the Seven Peaks not long ago.

The other man had indifferent eyes and a scar like a centipede over his right eye, which gave him a savage look. The moment the crowd saw the scarred man, their faces changed, and they cried out in shock, "It’s him! The Peak Master of the Eight Peaks!"

The Peak Master of the Eight Peaks... Luu Kuang!!

"Look out! Get back!"

Lü Xin cried out.

The hundred-zhang mountain peak was extremely fast, reaching within three hundred zhang of the pavilion in the blink of an eye. As fate would have it, the peak was aimed right at Qin Ya’s pavilion. Just in the nick of time, Thunder erupted!

A thick bolt of Thunder shot toward the sky, twisting like a ferocious giant python. It roared and slammed viciously into the mountain peak. In that instant, a deafening BOOM shook the void. Countless rock fragments scattered as the peak was blasted to smithereens!

High above, Luu Kuang cracked a smile, the scar on his face twisting like a centipede, making him look even more ferocious. ’This guy is a little interesting.’

His figure flashed, landing on the ground like a long rainbow. BOOM! His landing smashed a large crater in the earth, sending up clouds of dust.

At that moment, the door to the nearby pavilion slowly opened.

A figure in white walked out. He glanced at Luu Kuang, his tone indifferent as he asked softly, "Were you the one making all that noise just now?"

"I was," Luu Kuang said arrogantly.

Then, he stared intently at Qin Ya and said, "So you’re Qin Ya."

"Peak Master, that’s right. That’s him."

Hearing this, Luu Kuang grinned. "I heard from two newcomers from my Eight Peaks that you performed exceptionally well in the Kunn Mountain Assembly’s first trial, is that right?"

"It was alright," Qin Ya said indifferently.

"And you were the one who beat up my people from the Eight Peaks last time, weren’t you?"

"If you’re talking about the one in red next to you, then yes, I was the one who hit him. What, are you here to get revenge for him?"

"No, no, no. I’m not here to get revenge for this piece of trash."

Luu Kuang shook his head. "I just came to have a little spar with you."

"A Celestial Human Perfection wants to spar with a Sky-Controlling Martial Artist?"

Qin Ya’s lips curled slightly, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"Someone who can clash head-on with a Celestial Human Dharma Aspect... I don’t think you’re just a simple Sky-Controlling Martial Artist. What, don’t tell me you’re scared? That you don’t dare?"

"A clumsy goad."

"Is it effective?"

"I will grant you defeat."

Qin Ya had never shied away from a fight. In fact, he often used combat to solve his problems. This time, with an opponent coming to his doorstep, was no exception.

"Haha, then let’s do it!"

Luu Kuang laughed wildly and charged toward Qin Ya.

But Qin Ya’s brows furrowed slightly, and he instantly shot up into the sky. Seeing this, Luu Kuang let out a loud laugh, stomped his feet, and launched himself into the air after him like a cannonball!

"Trying to run? Where do you think you can go?"

Laughing heartily, Luu Kuang clenched his fist. An endless storm gathered and he punched out violently, unleashing a furious wind that seemed capable of tearing the void apart!

Seeing this, Qin Ya’s lips curled. His figure flickered, his speed nearly doubling in the blink of an eye, and he easily dodged the furious wind.

"Did you really think you could catch up to me if I hadn’t slowed down on purpose?"

"Heh, they really weren’t wrong. Your speed is indeed abnormally fast. Not even a typical Martial Arts King could necessarily match it."

Luu Kuang gave a sinister laugh, then let out a deep shout. Endless Primordial Qi surged, and amidst the howling winds, streaks of azure Flowing Light began to emanate from his body.

No, it wasn’t light. It was... wind!

Wind, condensed to its absolute limit!

Then, this wind slowly gathered around his body, forming a layer that resembled a gauze cloak. Qin Ya could feel the immense energy contained within it.

"Heh, surprised by my application of the Mysteries of Wind?"

Luu Kuang laughed arrogantly. As an outstanding Disciple of a Hidden Sect, his application of the Mysteries was far beyond that of outside Martial Artists—the difference was like heaven and earth.

"A little interesting."

What did a battle between Extraordinary Martial Artists rely on?

Besides True Essence and Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, it was the application of the Mysteries.

Qin Ya could tell that this Luu Kuang was extremely skilled in his application of the Mysteries of Wind, and his combat power was much higher than that of other Martial Artists at the same realm.

"I’ll let you see what a true genius is!"

As his words fell, Luu Kuang, laughing wildly, charged toward Qin Ya like a tempest. His speed was now more than seventy percent faster than before.

But Qin Ya was even faster. He dodged with ease and then casually threw a palm strike. To his surprise, however, when the Palm Qi hit Luu Kuang, it was easily neutralized by the gauze cloak of condensed wind around him...

’So besides increasing speed, it also provides powerful defense.’

Qin Ya murmured to himself, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.