Gu Xun slammed into the ground. The crowd felt as if a sledgehammer struck their chest, and their hearts twitched violently. “This...” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net “As expected, the Torrent of Turbulent Times exhausted Gu Xun’s true primeval. He failed to take down Chen Fan. Now he’s powerless against Chen Fan’s counterattack.” “That’s right. If not for the low-grade immortal artifact vest he’s wearing, that kid would’ve skewered him.” “But even so, Gu Xun is in for a world of pain. That vest kept him alive, but the force alone likely wrecked his organs. He’ll be bedridden for a month or two.” “A miracle! This is nothing short of a miracle! I thought Gu Xun had it in the bag against a kid from the lower realm. Turns out, he’s the one who lost face.” “But how did that kid survive the Torrent of Turbulent Times?” Though shocked, the crowd still found the outcome oddly believable. The faces of Gu Xun’s lackeys twisted in horror as they saw him sprawled like a dead dog, vomiting blood. They hurriedly ran over to help him up and glared at Chen Fan angrily. They shouted in unison, like an a cappella group hitting the same note together. “Country bumpkin, what guts you have!” “You’ve got some nerve, hitting Young Master Gu like that! Tired of living, are you?” Their clans were beneath the Gu Clan, mere nobodies in the Heavenly Realm. They sought Gu Xun’s favor to gain advantages and use his status to scare others. Although Chen Fan seemed to be in a terrible state, drenched in blood, his aura remained fierce. “What? Still not convinced? Then why don’t we go to the Heavenly Punishment Platform?” The moment he mentioned it, the crowd fell silent. Although the Featherlight Sect didn’t prohibit fighting among disciples, killing was forbidden. If hatred ran deep enough, the Heavenly Punishment Platform was the place to settle it. Life and death were left to fate there. Snapped back to reality, their expressions turned grim again. They had just been silenced by Chen Fan. How humiliating! Although their backgrounds were not as impressive as Gu Xun’s, they were, at least, from the Heavenly Realm. They were raised with an ingrained sense of superiority. Yet they’d just been cowed by a kid from the lower realm. That was hard to swallow. But they didn’t dare to go to the Heavenly Punishment Platform with Chen Fan. Although Chen Fan looked battered, they were, at best, paper tigers. “You damned country bumpkin, lowlife, just you wait. Young Master Gu won’t let you off easily!” With that threat, they dragged the unconscious Gu Xun away in a hurry. News of Chen Fan defeating Gu Xun quickly stirred the Immortal Tread Institution, even more so because Chen Fan hailed from the lower realm. To the Heavenly realm natives, the lower realm was backwater lands. How extraordinary could the geniuses from such places be? For years, the Featherlight Sect had occasionally recruited disciples from the lower realm continents. Yet in all that time, barely any had risen to prominence in the Heavenly Realm; most only reached the Immortal Platform realm at best. “Heh, Gu Xun sure is trash. He lost to a country bumpkin. Embarrassing for the whole Heavenly Realm.” “I know, right? I heard that he even used his clan’s treasured immortal art, but still lost. So useless. What young patriarch? What pride of heaven? All hype.” “Any idea why he went after Chen Fan?” “I’m not very sure. Perhaps he offended Gu Xun?” “Go dig into it. I doubt it’s that simple.” The area buzzed with conversation. After that battle, Chen Fan also went into seclusion to recuperate. Although he had resisted the impact of the Torrent of Turbulent Times, he was still heavily injured. Had Gu Xun trained the technique to minor mastery, or advanced to the Greater Legendary realm, the outcome might’ve been very different. Half a month later, Chen Fan fully recovered from his injuries. Outside his quiet room, he ran into Huang Wuji and the others. “Hmm? Senior Brothers and Sisters, what brings you here?” Huang Wuji asked, “Little Junior Brother, we were in seclusion too and just came out. We heard you fought Gu Xun. How’s your recovery?” Huang Wuji’s aura now clearly sat in the Invincible Legendary realm. Di Chen, Duanmu Lingxing, and the others’ auras had also risen noticeably. Evidently, they have made significant progress in their cultivation over the past few months. However, that was just to be expected. As monstrous figures carefully selected by the Peerless Peak, coming to the Heavenly Realm was like real dragons entering the sea for them. Their talents were unleashed. Chen Fan answered with a smile, “I’m fine now, fully recovered. Congratulations to Senior Brothers and Sisters for your great progress.” Huang Wuji and the others nodded and also smiled. “The Heavenly Realm really is worlds apart from the lower realm. Primeval qi is abundant, laws are active, and comprehension comes more easily. With help from immortal stones, too, we’d have no excuse if we didn’t improve.” Chen Fan nodded in agreement. “What are your next plans?” Chen Fan asked. Huang Wuji chuckled and said, “With our meager cultivation, we’re still at the bottom here. We need to keep climbing. However, our foundation is inferior to others. To quickly raise our cultivation, we still have to rely on ourselves. I plan to take on a mission at the Merit Hall.” They didn’t have any roots or background in the Heavenly Realm. Everything had to be earned with their own hands. Still, Huang Wuji and the others were confident. As long as they had a platform, their future would be remarkable. Di Chen also smiled. “We have the same plan as First Senior Brother. Take on a mission, earn some merit points, and exchange them for cultivation resources. We need to advance to the Immortal Platform realm as soon as possible to go take a stroll at the Phantom Law Heaven.” “Since that is the case, let’s go together. I was also planning to go to the Merit Hall to take on a mission.” “Hahahaha, we’re indeed family. Same thought, same goal. Let’s go. To the Merit Hall.” Chen Fan and the others swept out, disappearing from the Immortal Tread Institution. With their identity tokens, they passed through countless restriction arts of the Featherlight Sect and came to the Merit Hall, which assigned missions. In the Featherlight Sect, there were countless restriction arts hidden in the void. If one weren’t a disciple of the sect, it would be difficult for them to take a step forward, even if they were an Immortal King realm powerhouse. If discovered, they would be killed by the restricted arts. Suffice it to say, outsiders couldn’t sneak into a grand sect like the Featherlight Sect. It would be useless even if a hundred Immortal King realm powerhouses attacked it.