Published at 27th of December 2025 7:41 am

Chapter 1954: Deathly Still Qingyun Square (2)

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"Isn’t that Brother Fang from the Inner Sect Law Enforcement Hall? Why did he come to the workshop?"

"Look at his posture, he’s definitely here to show off again. I heard he relies on his uncle being an Elder in the Law Enforcement Hall, acts arrogantly in the Sect, and now behaves the same way in the workshop."

The surrounding loose cultivators murmured softly, with a trace of fear and disgust in their eyes as they looked at the young man.

Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes; he recognized the young man, named Fang Hao, indeed the nephew of the Inner Sect Law Enforcement Hall Elder Fang Zhenxiong. This person was known for bullying and had a very poor reputation within the sect.

Just then, Fang Hao and his retinue happened to walk near Luo Qingchen. Fang Hao’s gaze swept casually and suddenly fell on an old man setting up a stall on the street. In front of the old man were several seemingly good-quality spirit grasses.

"Hmm? This ’Purple Orchid’ looks good; I want it." Fang Hao stopped, looked down at one of the spirit grasses, and spoke with an indisputable tone.

The stall-keeping old man showed a trace of bitterness, saying, "Young... Young Master Fang, this Purple Orchid, I’ve already promised to sell it to..."

"Slap!"

Before the old man could finish, a henchman-like inner sect disciple behind Fang Hao slapped the old man’s face, knocking him to the ground.

"Insolence! Brother Fang is interested in your items; it’s your honor! How dare you haggle?" the disciple shouted harshly.

The surrounding cultivators witnessed the scene but only dared to be angry without speaking out.

Fang Hao had a proud face, bending down to take the Purple Orchid.

Luo Qingchen saw this and a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes. He didn’t want to reveal his identity prematurely, but watching his fellow sect members bullying the weak, he couldn’t stand by.

Just as Fang Hao was about to touch the Purple Orchid, a slender and strong hand suddenly reached out and seized the spirit grass.

"I want this Purple Orchid."

A calm voice, like ice dropping into boiling oil, instantly brought a momentary pause to the bustling street.

Fang Hao’s smug smile froze; he slowly turned his head, his gaze like a poisoned knife directed at the young man who dared to intercept. Dressed in plain clothes with an ordinary face, seemingly with mediocre cultivation, where did this nobody come from?

"Who are you? Do you have the courage of bears and leopards to dare snatch things from me?" Fang Hao’s voice was cold and twisted with offense. From his perspective, except for a few untouchable characters, all others in the workshop were within his grasp.

Luo Qingchen seemed to not hear his words, taking out a well-filled spirit stone bag from his chest, handing it to the old man knocked to the ground, his voice gentle, "Sir, these spirit stones should suffice to buy off all your spirit grass. I’m sorry for the fright this incident caused today."

The old man, initially despairing, now held the hefty spirit stone bag, looked at this strange young man in shock, quickly swelling with gratitude and concern. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by an appeasing gaze from Luo Qingchen.

"Kid! Are you deaf? I’m talking to you!" Fang Hao, seeing Luo Qingchen completely ignore him and busy "acting" with the old man, nearly exploded. He sharply waved his hand, shouting, "What are you doing standing there? Get him! Break his limbs; let’s see how arrogant he gets then!"

The henchmen inner sect disciples behind him had been eager, immediately pouncing wolf-like at the cue. The leader laughed sinisterly, clawing at Luo Qingchen’s wrist holding the Purple Orchid, evidently intending to snatch back the spirit grass first.

"Overestimating oneself." Luo Qingchen’s lips curled into a barely visible cold smile. The chaotic power faintly coursed through his meridians, although not fully unleashed, already causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

The pouncing disciple felt his vision blur, where the clear target suddenly became indistinct, followed by an irresistible force hitting from the side like being collided by a high-speed demonic beast.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out as the disciple didn’t even have time to scream, flying like a cut kite, crashing onto a wall several yards away with a bone-cracking sound, sliding to the ground and losing consciousness.

The swift and surprising scene shocked the remaining disciples and Fang Hao himself. They couldn’t even see how Luo Qingchen struck!

"All together! Waste him!" Fang Hao was both surprised and enraged, not expecting this seemingly ordinary fellow to be such a tough nut.

The remaining three disciples exchanged a look, each harnessing their spiritual power, forming a encircling attack towards Luo Qingchen. One wielded a sword, with sword light flashing; another used fists, with gusts of wind roaring; while the last one unleashed a talisman, transforming into a fire snake aimed straight at Luo Qingchen’s face.

Luo Qingchen remained stationary, only casually flicking his hand holding the Purple Orchid. A seemingly effortless motion raised an unseen gust of force.

The fierce sword light slowed near Luo Qingchen within three feet, as if stabbed into thick mud, its speed drastically reduced, then deflected by a clever force, brushing past Luo Qingchen’s hem. The swordsman’s disciple felt his wrist numb, nearly losing his longsword.

The roaring punch wind was even less effective, dispelled without trace in front of Luo Qingchen by an invisible wall, not even moving his clothes.

As for the talisman-transformed fire snake nearing Luo Qingchen, he finally extended his mouth leisurely, blowing lightly.

"Whoosh—"

A faint breath carrying extreme icy chill met the fire snake; it whimpered and disbanded into scattered sparks, extinguished mid-air.

"What... what sorcery is this?" The three disciples turned pale with fright; they had never witnessed such bizarre countering methods. Though their opponent displayed no overwhelming cultivation fluctuations, he easily neutralized their combined attack.

"Too weak." Luo Qingchen shook his head, seemingly disappointed. "When did Qingyun Sect’s inner sect disciples become so vulnerable?"

Though his words were mild, they felt like a resounding slap across Fang Hao and the disciples’ faces.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Fang Hao finally sensed something amiss; the person before him was no ordinary loose cultivator. To toy with his three Foundation Establishment stage subordinates at a flick, his strength likely far exceeded expectation. He demanded sternly, "Name yourself! Do you know who I am, daring to act wildly in Qingyun Square?"

"Noisy." Luo Qingchen’s gaze turned icy, no longer holding back. His figure faintly blurred, leaving a residual shadow where he stood, his actual form ghost-like appearing before a disciple.

The disciple felt a chilling sword intent lock onto him; before he could react, a cold sensation emerged from his abdomen, lowering his gaze, a glowing sword tip pierced through without blood flow, only his internal spiritual power flooding rapidly like a bursting dam. It was the Black Dragon Sword’s sheath! Luo Qingchen hadn’t even drawn the sword!

"Ah..." The disciple let out a short cry of pain, eyes rolling back, collapsing softly.

Luo Qingchen flicked his wrist, retracting the sheath, leaving a smear of shadow, striking the brow of another disciple with an unfathomable angle. The disciple panicked, retreating quickly while raising a small bronze shield before him.

"Clink!"

A light noise, the bronze shield crumbled, the sheath’s tip accurately hitting the disciple’s brow. An odd oscillating force seeped into the sea of consciousness, the disciple groaned, eyes scattering instantly, toppling backward—the shock knocking him unconscious.

In an instant, four henchmen, two dead, two unconscious.

On the street, cultivators who had merely watched from afar now stood stunned, speechless.

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