Chapter Forty-Nine: The Great Turmoil in the Celestial Cave of Lingxu

Previously, Lingxu Cave Heaven had also investigated Chu Han, but due to matters in the Hongmeng Realm, they had been delayed. Now, with Chu Han showing up at their door himself, they were truly astonished.

“What wolf clan are you talking about? I don’t understand a word you’re saying,” the old man feigned ignorance. After all, though the wolf clan had yet to fully erupt into chaos, their infamy was already widespread. If the other sects and forces of the Eastern Wilderness discovered their connection with the wolf clan, Lingxu Cave Heaven would instantly become the target of all. Besieged by the remaining sects and powers, Lingxu Cave Heaven would face nothing but annihilation; there was no other outcome. So, no matter what, he would never admit it.

“What’s more, you’ve already killed a number of our people. Today, you shouldn’t even think about leaving here alive. Do it!” The old man’s eyes turned vicious. No matter what, he had to keep Chu Han here today. Now that Chu Han knew about their connection with the wolf clan, he could not be allowed to live.

At his command, the Seven Sons of Lingxu moved. They stood in positions that formed a strange pattern, then began to shift. Suddenly, a white dragon appeared beside Chu Han, conjured from true qi, vivid and lifelike.

“The Lingxu Grand Array, is it? The name sounds fancy, but it might fool children at best. It’s useless against me. Break!” Chu Han gazed at the dragon with mocking disdain. As the dragon lunged at him, Chu Han let out a thunderous shout.

Blue lightning coiled around his body as he smashed his fist down onto the dragon's head. With a deafening boom, the dragon vanished instantly, and the Seven Sons of Lingxu collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

Chu Han had shattered the grand array through sheer force, and the seven who maintained it suffered a backlash from the formation. Now, they had no strength left to fight, and their cultivation would never progress again.

“Since you claim not to know what I’m talking about, let me help jog your memory,” Chu Han snorted coldly and charged forward like a cannonball, shooting straight to the old man and swinging his fist.

The old man was startled, leaping aside in haste, but Chu Han changed direction, his attack growing only fiercer. Just as the old man was about to be killed, a powerful gust swept out from the main hall, blocking Chu Han’s fist.

Although his punch didn’t land, the force still blasted the old man away. He landed heavily, sitting dazed on the floor, staring at Chu Han in shock. If not for the intervention, he would have died at Chu Han’s hands.

“So you finally show yourself? Still hiding in the shadows—do you look down on me?” Chu Han raised his brows lightly. He wasn’t surprised his attack had been blocked; instead, he glanced provocatively toward the hall.

At that moment, a man in Daoist robes strode out, a longsword strapped to his back, exuding an air of otherworldly grace—the sect master of Lingxu Cave Heaven, Ling Xuzi.

“So you’re Chu Han? To barge into Lingxu Cave Heaven alone, you must have some skill. But today is your death day. Now that you know of our dealings with the wolf clan, you’ll never leave here alive.” Ling Xuzi’s gaze was sharp as a blade. The sword on his back suddenly rose and darted toward Chu Han, swift and uncanny, as though controlled by invisible strings, aiming straight for Chu Han’s forehead.

Chu Han recognized this as Ling Xuzi’s signature technique—a formidable art called Sword Control, allowing one to manipulate the blade midair with true qi, catching opponents off-guard. In his previous life, Chu Han had suffered greatly from this technique, but this time, he would not allow history to repeat itself.

As the sword neared him, Chu Han twisted nimbly aside, dodging the attack, and shot toward Ling Xuzi like a bolt of lightning. Ling Xuzi, however, remained composed. The sword wheeled back, threatening to injure Chu Han even if he landed a heavy blow.

Chu Han dipped his head lightly, evading the returning sword, then seized the hilt with a sudden grip. With a powerful twist, he broke Ling Xuzi’s control over the weapon, stunning the sect master.

“Heh, it’s just a worthless sword art. Without it, you’re nothing,” Chu Han sneered, thrusting the sword forward. Ling Xuzi, still reeling from shock, failed to react and was stabbed in the abdomen.

With a scream, Ling Xuzi staggered back, calling for his disciples to attack Chu Han. The wolf clan member nearby was also stunned.

Seizing the moment, the wolf clansman slipped away. The wolf clan had just begun to rise and was in no position for open conflict with these sects, so they stayed in the shadows.

To cover the wolf clansman’s escape, the disciples of Lingxu Cave Heaven hurled themselves forward. Chu Han’s gaze never left the wolf clansman. Seeing him flee, Chu Han darted after him, ignoring the disciples.

In a flash of blue lightning, Chu Han was already in front of his quarry, his fist mere centimeters from the man’s face.

The wolf clansman’s body shimmered with dark light; a black hand materialized, blocking Chu Han’s punch, and the man slipped past, attempting to escape.

Having come this far, Chu Han would not let him get away so easily. With a cold snort, he stomped the ground. The earth shook and split open; disciples of Lingxu Cave Heaven lost their footing and tumbled down.

The cracks raced toward the wolf clansman, the tremors slowing him down. Chu Han closed the distance, struck him unconscious with a single punch, and finally captured him.

With his objective achieved, Chu Han prepared to leave. He bore no deep enmity with Lingxu Cave Heaven; his sole purpose here was to capture the wolf clansman. Now that he had succeeded, there was no need for further bloodshed.

“Don’t let him escape! Kill him!” Ling Xuzi’s shouts echoed from behind. He knew that if Chu Han escaped with the wolf clansman, Lingxu Cave Heaven would be finished. No matter what, Chu Han could not be allowed to leave alive.

At the sect master’s command, all the disciples swarmed to block the exit, their eyes cold and murderous.

Sensing the disciples’ strength, Chu Han smiled faintly. It seemed Lingxu Cave Heaven had fallen far. Once ranked among the top ten powers of the Eastern Wilderness, now it was uncertain whether they could even claim a spot in the top twenty.

When judging a sect or clan’s strength, the elites at the top are one aspect, but the foundation—the disciples—are just as important. Among these, the strongest were only at the Beyond Shore level, not even a single Heaven Palace expert.

“Those who block my path shall die.” Chu Han’s gaze turned icy, but the disciples charged at him regardless.

He set down the wolf clansman and plunged into the fray. His strength had reached the peak of one hundred and twenty thousand jins—no one could withstand a single punch. Each blow, crackling with thunderous true qi, sent a dozen disciples sprawling, unable to rise.

He was like a god of slaughter, mowing down enemies with every strike. Bones shattered, bodies crumpled; the disciples of Lingxu Cave Heaven suffered heavy casualties. Even if they managed to kill Chu Han, the sect would never recover and would be erased from the Eastern Wilderness.

No one is unafraid of death. After witnessing Chu Han’s terrifying power, no disciple dared to charge again. In their eyes, Chu Han was nothing but a living nightmare.