Wielding a Brick to Venture into the Immortal Realm

Chapter 19: The Treasure Begins to Show Its Might (Part II)

"I believe with my perseverance I can manage, at least much better than those self-righteous individuals who pretend to be noble, a corrupt woman!" With a sharp tongue, Zhuge Bu Liang was not afraid of Zhuge Mu Yan; a few words left Zhuge Mu Yan's face turning purple with anger, her delicate body trembling violently.

The few youths behind Zhuge Mu Yan clenched their fists tightly, glaring menacingly at Zhuge Bu Liang, clearly ready to duel him to win her favor.

"I have things to do, we'll talk later." Zhuge Bu Liang waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Stop!"

At that moment, the black-clad youth at the back stepped forward and said loudly, "Kid, you think you can just mock others and leave?"

"So what do you want? Besides, it was she who started the insults first!" Zhuge Bu Liang stopped.

The black-clad youth walked over, lightly patted Zhuge Mu Yan's fragrant shoulder, and sneered, "Considering we are all fellow disciples, if you apologize and bow to Mu Yan Junior Sister, I'll let you go!"

With that, the black-clad youth emitted a strong sense of oppression, clearly trying to intimidate Zhuge Bu Liang with his strength.

Zhuge Bu Liang's expression changed, and he smiled, "Hey, senior, no need to be so harsh~~"

Seeing Zhuge Bu Liang's submissive attitude, everyone smirked with satisfaction. Zhuge Mu Yan even showed disdain, murmuring, "As expected, a coward!"

"If you don't bow and apologize to Mu Yan Junior Sister, you won't leave here safely!" The black-clad youth, to show his masculinity in front of Zhuge Mu Yan, spoke arrogantly.

"Is it okay if I just apologize? No need to bow," Zhuge Bu Liang replied with a smile, showing a look of appeasement.

"Hmph, you talked with so much bravado before, but now you're just a coward!" A youth sneered.

"Waste is still waste. Senior Brother, why bother getting angry with such a loser?" Zhuge Mu Yan tugged at the black-clad youth.

"Not possible!" The black-clad youth said with arrogance, "This kid has insulted Junior Sister today. If he doesn't apologize, he won't be able to leave!"

"And what if I can't do it?" Zhuge Bu Liang glanced around, speaking indifferently.

The black-clad youth sneered, and the other youths immediately understood, stepping forward to encircle Zhuge Bu Liang in the center.

"Hehe, so you're determined to get me. This place isn't part of the Yao Xian Pavilion's territory. If something happens, even the elders won't be able to intervene," Zhuge Bu Liang's eyes revealed a glint of coldness.

"Oh? So you're implying you'll do something to us? Just you, a waste!" The black-clad youth laughed loudly and pointed at the emaciated youth, "Xian Shidi, give him a little appetizer!"

The youth nodded and charged at Zhuge Bu Liang with a fiery glow around his fists, radiating a scorching aura as if using some kind of magic.

"Bang!"

Zhuge Bu Liang calmly raised his palm and blocked the youth's violent attack, surprising everyone.

Before the youth could react, Zhuge Bu Liang struck swiftly, hitting the youth in the chest. The youth groaned and was thrown back, landing heavily on the ground, his face pale.

Before anyone could process what happened, Zhuge Bu Liang, quick as lightning, rushed to the youth's side, sweeping his legs aside. His powerful physique was like crushing mountains, not to mention a mere Qi Refining Stage disciple.

"Bang!"

The youth screamed, his body skidding along the ground for several meters, finally coming to a halt, unmoving.

"This..." The black-clad youth and Zhuge Mu Yan were stunned, unable to believe the scene. Everything happened so quickly that it seemed like they blinked and the youth was down.

"All together!"

The remaining three youths reacted and charged at Zhuge Bu Liang, their fists glowing in various colors, their fierce aura even distorting the air.

Zhuge Bu Liang met them head-on. With one punch, he collided with one of the youths, a sound like breaking teeth echoed as the youth's arm deformed, his face contorting in pain as he flew backward.

But Zhuge Bu Liang was quick; he grabbed the youth's leg and used him to slam into another incoming attacker.

"Bang!"

The two people collided and flew out ten meters away.

Zhuge Bulang, with lightning speed, leaped up and landed on the other person's shoulder with both feet. With two cracking sounds, the person's collarbone visibly collapsed, and a shrill scream erupted. The person's face turned ashen and their features twisted painfully.

Zhuge Bulang's physical strength was comparable to a low-grade magical artifact, capable of tearing apart even a wild elephant, let alone the people in front of him.

"Alas, it's tragic. I already asked you if you wouldn't apologize, but you insisted on pushing it. Do you really think I'm afraid of you? I don't want to damage the friendship among fellow disciples. See how kind-hearted and pure I am. You forced me to take action. Why? Why? Silly, right?" Zhuge Bulang still wore a relaxed smile.

The black-clad youth and Zhuge Muxian's faces were extremely grim. Zhuge Muxian was particularly shocked by Zhuge Bulang's thunderous methods. She never expected that someone from the family who used to be bullied and was even inferior to servants would be so decisive and ruthless in action.

"Good! Good! Good!" The black-clad youth's face was ashen, and he repeated the word "good" three times. "I didn't expect you to hide your strength so well, but don't think that injuring a few disciples in the Qi Refining Stage is impressive. It seems I must show you what true strength is!"

Saying this, the black-clad youth took out a talisman from his chest. The talisman was inscribed with bitter and hard-to-understand runes in red cinnabar. He affixed the talisman to himself, and his body slowly floated into the air, suspended above.

Zhuge Muxian seemed to know what he was about to do and quickly retreated.

At this moment, the black-clad man took out another talisman. This talisman radiated a brilliant light, and a sharp aura emanated from it.

Zhuge Bulang clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with a white light.

"This sword talisman has power comparable to a magical artifact. Let's see how you block this attack!" The black-clad youth sneered as he infused the talisman with a stream of golden true essence. Instantly, the air echoed with a "clang" sound, resembling a sword's hum.

"The person's cultivation is above mine, at least in the Qi Refining Sixth Layer!" Zhuge Bulang thought to himself.

Golden light burst forth, and the fierce sword hum shook the heavens. The talisman transformed into a giant golden sword, slashing down. The friction with the air produced a "sizzle" sound, and the sharp aura enveloped Zhuge Bulang.

But Zhuge Bulang did not dodge. He stepped forward, his fist covered with a layer of dense white light, representing true essence of the attribute-less spiritual root. Facing the descending giant sword, Zhuge Bulang resolutely struck out with his fist.

"Rumble!"

It was as if thunder erupted, and the glaring light made it difficult for Zhuge Muxian, standing not far away, to see clearly.