Don't You Come Near Me!

The instant he charged through the courtyard gate, Wei Yuan bolstered himself with the Power of Rivers and Mountains while casting a wisp of newly acquired fortune into Mount Jade, activating the Outlaw of Heaven and Earth. Under the lower chapter of the Dao Foundation scripture, Wei Yuan's physical body had advanced by an entire major realm. When he moved, he was like a shifting continent: everything in his path crumbled on contact, yet exerted an immense gravitational pull, drawing everything around him toward himself. Nothing could hope to escape! No matter what kind of fish was inside, he would trade blows first and talk later! There was no one in the courtyard. Without pausing for an instant, Wei Yuan crashed toward the room door, which disintegrated into dust of its own accord and vanished. Inside sat a young man who looked somewhat frail. He was flipping through a storybook from a book box, completely absorbed in his reading, oblivious to Wei Yuan arriving behind him. Wei Yuan sneered inwardly. How could someone who left such a conspicuous mark on the Immortal Monarch's formation plate possibly be a mortal? This act was laying it on a bit too thick. Yet Wei Yuan was already behind him, with the Immortal Monarch's divine sense ready to unleash at any moment. And the youth had yet to stir a shred of Dao power—this truly was courting death. At this range, the Immortal Monarch's divine sense could strike with a mere thought. Even if the man were a veteran True Person of the Dharma Idol realm, without Dao power to protect him, he would end up heavily wounded if not dead. Wei Yuan's large hand descended, seizing the nape of the man's neck. A wave of relief washed over him at last. With the Immortal Monarch's divine sense pressed directly against the man's neck, even Perfected Fenhai would not be able to stir up any waves in such a predicament. The man was clearly slow to realize what was happening. He tried to turn his head, but Wei Yuan's grip was like iron, rendering him completely unable to budge. Terrified, the man tried to scream, but a light squeeze from Wei Yuan choked off all sound. "Shut up! Don't move. Answer whatever I ask, or die. Understood?" The man was already shaking like a sieve, nodding frantically. Wei Yuan was almost astonished by his acting. This person was hiding astonishingly deep; he definitely possessed immense magic power—it was just unclear whether he was a Spirit Nourishing Dao Foundation or a genuine dharma idol. Even if he were a dharma idol, he could never strike faster than the Immortal Monarch's divine sense. The moment he dared to make a move, that divine sense would cleave his sea of consciousness open. Thus, what Wei Yuan needed to guard against was a dying counterattack from a dharma idol, whose power would roughly equal eighty percent of a full-strength strike. However, Wei Yuan had the Power of Rivers and Mountains, which could inherently weaken the power of a dharma idol by ten percent. After driving the Outlaw of Heaven and Earth with his newly gained fortune, that jumped to thirty percent. Add in the magical artifacts on him, which could block another ten percent, and in the end, it amounted to enduring a dharma idol's forty-percent strike with his fleshly body alone. Thinking about it that way, it did not seem like that big of a deal. Even before his Dao Foundation was formed, Wei Yuan had survived three strikes from Xue Ying. Now that he had achieved Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains and his physical body had reached a new height, a strike at forty percent of a dharma idol's power would only give him minor injuries. But when Wei Yuan slashed back with a strand of the Immortal Monarch's divine sense, the other party would not get off with mere minor injuries. This was the foundation of Wei Yuan's confidence when fishing. Even if a dharma idol took the bait, they would have to shed a layer of skin! "Open your divine sense! No resisting!" Wei Yuan barked. "Yes, yes!... What's divine sense?" The man nodded desperately. This cowardly, life-clinging display almost fooled even Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan extended his divine sense into the man's sea of consciousness, only to freeze. The man's sea of consciousness was pitch-black and chaotic—it was not opened at all! After all this fuss, was he someone who had not even cultivated an origin soul? How could a mere mortal trigger such a massive reaction on the formation plate? With a reaction that intense, Wei Yuan would have believed it even if told the person was a True Monarch! Wei Yuan stepped back and barked, "Turn around!" The man turned around tremblingly. It was a youthful face, weary and with dark circles under the eyes, looking terribly sleep-deprived. The moment he turned, before he could speak, a flash of cold light burst before his eyes—Wei Yuan drew his sword and thrust straight at his throat! The man let out a yelp, stiffened, and actually passed out right there. Wei Yuan was stunned. Seeing the man fall straight back, Wei Yuan scrambled in a brief flurry, yet dared not lower his guard. Pressing the tip of his sword against the man's sea of qi, he grabbed the man by the neck to keep him from collapsing. Only after checking several times did Wei Yuan finally believe the man had genuinely fainted rather than faked it. Fainting from fright was easy enough to handle; Wei Yuan raised a hand and slapped him twice, bringing him back to his senses. The instant the man woke up, he let out another screech, which Wei Yuan promptly pinched dead in his throat. Meanwhile, one li away, a figure stood by a window watching from afar. The figure watched Wei Yuan suddenly charge into the adjacent small courtyard, break through the door, and enter the room. Immediately afterward, cries of shock and pained shrieks arose from inside, followed by sounds of a beating. Then the lights went out, and the noise stopped. A moment later, a pained shriek rang out abruptly, only to be muffled halfway through. The figure spat, disgusted. "Turns out he's into that sort of thing. I really overestimated him—thought he was a piece placed by some faction." The figure shut the window and returned to bed to doze. Not long after lying down, he suddenly sensed something amiss in the room and bolted upright! But he had only raised his torso halfway before freezing stiff. Looking at the sharp sword pressed against his throat, his gaze slowly traveled up along the blade until he saw Wei Yuan wearing a half-smile. At this moment, Wei Yuan held the sword in one hand while stroking the two wisps of his rat-whisker moustache with the other, his beady eyes gleaming sharply, looking extraordinarily lecherous. The person on the bed was a young cultivator, handsome with delicate, refined features, dressed in a long green robe. He stared at Wei Yuan in utter shock. This man had clearly just been indulging his vile vices in someone else's room—how could he appear here in the time it took to drink a cup of tea? Could he really be that fast? The young cultivator stammered, "Hero, Great King, let's talk this out! Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I'll offer it with both hands! Just spare my worthless dog of a life! I don't have much cultivation—I've only trained my body for a few days. Killing me would only dirty your hands, Hero!" Wei Yuan simply let out a cold sneer. What he did not realize was that with his current disguise, this laugh looked sinister and utterly depraved—far more depraved than sinister. The man on the bed had initially found something strange: he distinctly sensed a faint, mountain-like gravity emanating from Wei Yuan, along with an unshakable composure as if the heavens themselves could collapse without fazing him. That kind of aura could not be faked, nor was it something just anyone could possess. Yet with Wei Yuan's laugh, he suddenly recalled what Wei Yuan had been doing just moments ago. A cold sweat broke out all over him as he panicked mentally: *Could it be... that the last one wasn't satisfying enough, so he's looking for another?! I'm so far away, with so many people in between—how on earth did he pick me?!* Looking down at his own attire, he felt even more convinced that this was the case. Turning pale with fright in an instant, he could only wail inwardly in despair. Wei Yuan rose, and a groping hand reached forward. Scared out of his wits, the man could only shriek, "Hero! Grandpa! Big Brother! I'll give you anything! Don't—don't you come near me!!" Accompanying this string of frantic cries, the faint glow of a formation appeared around the room. It turned out that when Wei Yuan entered, he had already laid an isolation formation separating inside from out; not even an aura or magic fluctuations could leak through, let alone mere screaming. The man's heart turned cold. *This guy is so practiced at it—he really is a habitual offender!* At the thought of what was about to happen next, he began struggling desperately, heedless of the sword pointed at his throat. Caught off guard, Wei Yuan withdrew his sword tip just a bit too slowly, slicing through a tiny bit of skin. A drop of blood welled up, turning into a smear of crimson at his throat.