Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 853 - 486:

Bang——

A casual kick.

An unstoppable powerful force directly kicked that Wild Fox Zen person into a face-plant, rolling embarrassingly on the ground for a few circles before retreating in panic.

"Nascent Soul Stage, how could it be Nascent Soul Stage! How is it possible, clearly looks no more than thirty..." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

With a terrified expression, the leading middle-aged cultivator looked as if he had seen a ghost, almost scared out of his wits!

Originally, it was seeing this group of people in front of him in a wretched state while being so young that he harbored malicious intentions. Although Jiang Feng usually talks about Nascent Souls being less than dogs and Divinity Transformation being common, that applies only to the Purple Cloud Palace, in regard to the world's top forces.

Besides, it's just talk.

As their cultivation, realm, fame, and social status rises, they will inevitably encounter beings of higher level than themselves, because only with potential and power can they gain the sect's attention, allowing them the chance to experience these encounters, there are enough ways.

That's why people like Lei Chuyu and Jiang Feng feel like Nascent Souls are less than dogs, Divinity Transformation is everywhere, but in reality, for any sect power, the Nascent Soul Stage is considered elite, even within Purple Cloud Palace, Nascent Soul experts are capable of standing alone.

In total, there are only a hundred or so Nascent Soul Stage figures, it sounds like a lot, but actually, the sect has only a few dozen Nascent Soul Inner Sect Disciples permanently stationed, typically sent across the world as stewards to local areas.

Their role is to gather enough talented young seeds while also figuring out how to train hard locally, collect cultivation resources themselves, keep some and submit any excess to the sect, which is the significance of the sect's existence.

When young and inexperienced, the sect supports their training, waiting until they're capable, then they repay the sect, submitting these collected items to even younger disciples. Nascent Soul Stage experts even represent the sect directly, having the right to face small country's monarchs.

For example, the steward stationed in Jiang Feng's hometown is a Nascent Soul expert, one is located at Shuangfeng, one at the capital, if anything happens, both have the right to directly greet the king.

Interesting fact.

Yu Ying entered the Divinity Transformation Stage only after arriving at Shuangfeng.

"Spare me, Immortal spare me! We didn't mean to offend, a moment's lapse incited evil intention, we implore Immortal..."

Knowing when to take and let go, the middle-aged cultivator immediately began to beg for mercy, although such loose cultivators with not so extraordinary talent aren't strong, their perception can be quite sharp, otherwise, they wouldn't have survived until now, repeatedly cupping his hands, but Lei Chuyu didn't even look at him, nor did any of the five people look at them.

All were staring directly at another spot in the bushes, holding one arm behind their back, various magic treasures were already taken out, faces as grim as water.

"Still, Immortal, considering my burden of family..."

"Go away, do not repeat the offense."

No one cared about their issues.

Seeing someone relent, the middle-aged cultivator swiftly got up, cupping his hands while retreating, the few men fled immediately, faces full of post-crisis panic, not one of the five in front had a realm lower than Middle Grade Core Formation, the aura emanating from them was enough to scare his three disciples into retreat.

Especially Lei Chuyu's fearsome scene casually grabbing a Thunder Talisman and crushing it on the spot, left him with psychological shadows, but even while leaving, he glanced in the direction Lei Chuyu's group was fixated on, he figured, being seasoned and shrewd, that this group hadn't cared about them at all.

So at the moment he turned to look, this middle-aged cultivator suddenly felt dizzy, as if the calm bushes held eyes from the abyss watching him, not daring to hesitate any longer, turned his head and fled at top speed.

"Friend, still not showing yourself, could it be..." the speech abruptly shifted, expression suddenly fierce, "You really want me to invite you out!"

"Thunderbolt Fist! Haah!"

Directly punched forward.

Though the spiritual energy left in his body was not much, casting a few cheap Daoist skills wasn't strenuous, the body began frantically absorbing the surrounding energy, he immediately took a blood-red meat ginseng from the Jade Porcelain Bottle and without another word, popped it into his mouth.

Power surged inside, using Immortal Herbs to forcibly boost energy hurt the body, placing considerable pressure on it, but a young body was still youthful, the turbulent energy was forcibly controlled by his extraordinary talent, this was all thanks to the blood Ganoderma scrap Jiang Feng gave him earlier.

Though exceptionally violent, the terrifying power contained within almost instantly filled his depleted body halfway, even his breath held a hint of crimson, what kind of person would make Lei Chuyu go this far without even appearing?

Crash——

Dozens of yards in front was razed to flat ground under the force of this punch.

Morning mist lingered over Dongyue, a hazy silhouette calmly stood in the distance, slowly walking toward them.

"Venerable guests, why so angry?"

"Venerable guests?"

Eyebrows furrowed.

This term is typically used by monks.

The figure drew closer, mist gradually dissipating, a young monk holding a Zen stick emerged—a young Little Monk around ten years old.

Features delicate, smiling face, somewhat short stature, appearing around fifteen or sixteen years old, harmless looking, yet despite Lei Chuyu's Daoist skill, unscathed, even the clothes were untouched.