A sixth-level Heavenly Star realm expert, standing close to Chen Fan, said, “You’re a rookie, aren’t you? Breaking through to the third-level Heavenly Star realm in just two years is impressive, but you don’t know your limits. Stick to ordinary missions."
As soon as one of the disciples recognized Chen Fan, the crowd's attention shifted to him.
“You’re Chen Fan? That Chen Fan from the Peerless Peak?”
People always remembered the top talents from every cohort, especially someone like Chen Fan, who outshone them all. There was no way they wouldn’t recognize him.
“So, he is Chen Fan? As expected, his aura is restrained and his cultivation is unfathomable. He’s almost on par with us.”
“That’s right. I heard he was surrounded by ten demon race experts, including two sixth-level Heavenly Star realm experts, and still wiped them out with ease. This is what real monstrous talent looks like."
“We can’t be compared to him at all. Even after cultivating for nearly a century, we are only at the fifth or sixth-level Heavenly Star realm. But him? In his twenties and already strong enough to kill those in the sixth level. There’s no comparison.”
“As much as we hate to admit it, even though we’re considered geniuses, next to a monster like Chen Fan, we’re nothing special."
The nearby crowd murmured among themselves. That sixth-level Heavenly Star realm disciple who mocked Chen Fan earlier felt too ashamed to face anyone.
He claimed Chen Fan didn’t know his limits, but who truly underestimated the vastness of heaven and earth?
Despite being a sixth-level Heavenly Star realm expert, he was nothing before Chen Fan.
Although Chen Fan was still only at the third-level Heavenly Star realm, his progress over the past year was undeniable.
“Hoho, since it’s Junior Brother Chen Fan, there’s no problem!”
That peak Heavenly Star realm disciple dismissed his earlier doubts. Although Chen Fan was only at the third level, cutting down a fifth or sixth-level Heavenly Star realm was easy for him—he was not someone to be measured by conventional standards.
That disciple presented the available missions. Chen Fan reviewed them and accepted all of them—more than ten in total.
The other disciples waiting to accept missions were shocked to see him take on so many without hesitation.
Chen Fan left the True Martial Academy and started on his first mission. It was a request to kill someone known as Sang Chong, a notorious lecher from the eastern continent who had repeatedly abducted women and ruined their lives. No one had managed to capture him yet.
Although Sang Chong was only at the sixth level, his movement art was excellent. Let alone a sixth-level expert, even a seventh-level expert couldn’t catch up to him. An eighth-level Heavenly Star realm expert tried to capture him but failed.
This mission was commissioned to the True Martial Academy by the Butterfly Valley’s surviving disciples.
The Butterfly Valley was a small sect in the eastern continent, composed entirely of female disciples. While not particularly strong, their beauty had earned them some fame in the region.
However, ten years ago, Sang Chong destroyed the Butterfly Valley. He abducted many disciples, including their Valley Master, Hua Mengdie, leading to the sect's collapse.
Many in the eastern continent alone could kill Sang Chong. Unfortunately, the rewards were not enticing enough; those at the sixth or seventh-level Heavenly Star realm might not be a match for him, and experts at the eighth level and above showed little interest.
Fortunately, Chen Fan had an abundance of resources nowadays. So, just killing such an evildoer would be a great service. He also would feel no guilt in absorbing the Martial Dao Will of someone like him.
In a valley in the eastern continent, the blazing sun hung high in the sky, but its rays couldn’t penetrate the thick miasma of peach blossoms that filled the area, creating an atmosphere of boundless desire.
On the high platform above the valley, a middle-aged man dressed in loose robes was laughing wantonly.
A beautiful woman writhed atop him, her face contorted in pain, yet she could not stop for even a moment.
The beautiful woman was actually in the sixth-level Heavenly Star realm.
He was none other than Sang Chong, the infamous lecher whose reputation had shaken the eastern continent.
Below the high platform, many young women suffered at the hands of other demonic martial artists—disciples of Sang Chong. Ever since he escaped that pursuit back then, gradually fewer people came to hunt him.
The weak couldn’t match him, and the strong considered him more trouble than he was worth, allowing him to establish a sect known as the Peach Blossom Valley.
This Peach Blossom Valley itself was a very remarkable treasure that could shrink freely and had infinite power.
Soon, this beautiful woman’s primeval Yin leaked out, leaving her limp at the side. Sang Chong sat up, crossed his legs, and began refining and absorbing the primeval Yin, showing remarkable improvement in his cultivation.
Below, Sang Chong’s numerous disciples all clamored.
“Congratulations, Master, on your great improvement! You will advance into the Manifestation realm sooner or later.”
A martial artist flew up and said carefully, “Master, the junior brothers have long since grown tired of these bitches. Why don’t we go catch more of them back?”
“That’s true.” Sang Chong rubbed his chin and said, “My Yin Yang Peach Blossom Cultivation Technique is also at a critical juncture. Another thousand virgins and I will surely rise to the next level.”
“Master’s skills and powerful martial arts are invincible!”
Many people howled immediately, kissing up to him.
“Haha, fine. Isn’t there a River Mountain City nearby? Slaughter all the men, and you can have as many women as you want,” Sang Chong said with a laugh, as if massacring a city was as simple as having a meal for him.
The disciples below immediately laughed lecherously.
Suddenly, an icy voice came in from outside the valley.
“Hmph, you really deserve a thousand deaths for your sins!”
A shocking sword qi descended from the sky, tearing through everything. It split into countless wisps of sword qi and shot down from the sky.
Immediately, those Peach Blossom Valley disciples were cut down and turned into blood mists. Miserable cries rang out endlessly as they disappeared without a trace.
“Who is it? Who dares to come cause trouble at my Peach Blossom Valley!”
Sang Chong crushed the wisps of the sword qi slashing toward him into pieces. His aura soared, his gaze cold as a blade, overflowing with killing intent.