C10 Disciples Are Here to See You

Nourished by countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and subjected to unimaginable devilish training, Shen Jun had long since sculpted his body into the ultimate weapon. Below the realm of the Great Sage, he was unbeatable in close-quarters combat! Within the reach of his fists, any opponent revealing the slightest weakness would be swiftly defeated by Shen Jun! This was true for the tomb raider in Shen's Tomb, and now for Chen Tiannan before him.

Bang!!

To the astonishment of all onlookers, Chen Tiannan was blasted away by a single punch from Shen Jun, crashing outside the establishment!

The once vibrant Divine Phew Beef fell into an eerie silence.

That was Chen Tiannan!

The Heye Sect's once-in-a-generation genius, cherished by the entire sect!

This audacious youth had the gall to strike without hesitation—such brazenness!

When Chen Tiannan's followers finally caught up, they found their master spitting blood, unconscious.

Wang Wu was both shocked and at a loss. "Senior Shen, you... this... You've stirred up serious trouble!"

"What trouble?" Shen Jun, with an air of indifference, replied, "I merely crippled his cultivation base; I didn't kill him."

Wang Wu: "!!!"

Everyone else: "!!!"

The hall echoed with sharp intakes of breath.

Cripple Chen Tiannan's cultivation?!

It would have been kinder to kill him!

Silence once again enveloped the front hall.

Wang Wu was rendered speechless.

Chen Tiannan's subordinates turned ghostly pale.

It was over.

Completely and utterly over.

With Chen Tiannan's cultivation base destroyed, his followers would not escape their fate, and Divine Phew Beef would surely face the Heye Sect's wrathful retribution.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the patrons hastily dropped their money and fled the scene without a backward glance.

Before long, only Shen Jun and the remaining staff were left in the shop.

Wang Wu's expression fluctuated wildly. After a long hesitation, he finally made up his mind and said, "Senior Shen, you must flee. I will hold off the Heye Sect for you!"

The Heye Sect's influence is immense. They're capable of killing not just someone like me, but even semi-sage experts without hesitation!

Rumors have been circulating that several elders within the Heye Sect have advanced to the Great Saint level, and their Sect Master reached the God Stage over a hundred years ago!

Even Boss Fan wouldn't dare to provoke the Heye Sect lightly.

Wang Wu was frantic with worry, consumed with thoughts of how to ensure Shen Jun's safety.

Yet, Shen Jun himself seemed unconcerned.

He chuckled and clapped Wang Wu on the shoulder, "No need to fret. Can't you see that Chen Tiannan is nothing more than bait?"

"If someone is fishing for me, then I'll just have to reel in the line, pull them out, and remind them."

"Big fish can be the predators too!"

His voice was laced with a deadly resolve.

As he spoke, Shen Jun cast a cold glance toward a dimly lit corner of the room.

His gaze pierced through the shadows, as if unveiling something concealed within.

Suddenly, a subtle ripple disturbed the space there, but it quickly settled back to normal.

While Shen Jun's words left others in a haze of confusion, Wang Wu felt a surge of realization.

He recognized the profound confidence in Shen Jun, a confidence etched deep into his very being.

This was the epitome of composure, unshaken even if the world around him crumbled!

But what was the source of such unflappable serenity? Who was Senior Shen, truly?

What sustained him, to the point where even a God Stage Expert didn't warrant a second glance?

Wang Wu was filled with both curiosity and admiration.

"Wang Wu, find me a room; I need to rest," Shen Jun said.

"And about the Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion, now's the time to investigate while the shop is empty."

"Don't concern yourself with the Heye Sect. However many come, I'll handle them all!"

Since his resurrection, Shen Jun hadn't had the chance to engage in serious cultivation.

He was done with the stifling and frustrating training of the past.

Now, it was time to relish the thrill of his cultivation soaring at breakneck speed!

As for any retaliation from the Heye Sect?

Shen Jun had dismissed the thought from the start.

What did it matter if he was at the God Stage?

Could it be impossible for him to kill?

Meanwhile, within the Heye Sect, Sect Master Zheng Changyu sat in silent anticipation. Nearly half an hour later, the space before him began to quiver. A man dressed in black materialized from nowhere, bowing respectfully. "Sect Master, we've completely lost contact with Old Zhang. He had reported a significant breakthrough before going silent."

"Could they have seized the treasure and then..."

"Don't worry, that's not the case," Zheng Changyu assured, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand as a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes. "I took precautions with them. If we've lost contact, it's likely they're all dead!"

"Sect Master, there's something I don't understand," the man in black ventured.

"If the Sacred Land truly values the treasures within Shen's Tomb, why didn't they send their own God Stage Experts to retrieve them? Our Heye Sect is substantial, but we can't compare to the Sacred Land."

"Silence!" Zheng Changyu barked in fury. "How dare you speculate on the intentions of the Sacred Land? Are you seeking death?!"

"My apologies, I spoke out of turn," the man in black quickly bowed his head in contrition.

"Enough, send three elders with two squads to Shen's Tomb immediately," Zheng Changyu commanded, leaning back and gesturing dismissively. "We've already sent eighteen teams to pave the way for him. This time, we must secure that supreme treasure!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The man in black acknowledged the command and then his figure slowly faded until he vanished. Moments later, another man in black reappeared.

"Number Two? What brings you back? Does Chen Tiannan have something to report?" Zheng Changyu's brow furrowed, sensing something amiss.

"Sect Master, young master Chen Tiannan, he... he's been crippled!" Number Two hesitated before delivering the sobering news.

"What?!" Zheng Changyu erupted in rage, an overwhelming aura bursting forth from him.

Number Two, not daring to counter with his own power, was hurled several meters away in an instant.

"Explain yourself!" Zheng Changyu demanded, shaking with anger. "I want a full account... Spare no detail!"

Number Two was terrified out of his mind, his internal injuries forgotten in his panic. He scrambled back to Zheng Changyu and recounted everything that had transpired with the beef.

"A young man named Shen Jun? It appears he's only recently advanced to the Supernatural Power Stage?"

"He took down Chen Tiannan with a single punch and effortlessly penetrated your stealth technique?"

Zheng Changyu racked his brain but couldn't recall any family boasting such a remarkable young talent.

"Let's not make any hasty moves. Look into this individual's background for me."

"Understood!"

Number Two, feeling like he had just dodged a bullet, made a quick escape....

That night, Shen Jun was in the quiet room Wang Wu had set up for him, focused on his cultivation.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, above Shen's Tomb, a massive shadow pierced through the clouds, slowly approaching.

It was an enormous flying boat, constructed from a myriad of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures!

This luxurious mode of transport was akin to a floating town!

At the forefront of the flying boat, two figures stood resolute.

"Hongyu, are you absolutely certain you're not mistaken? Master's tomb cost us brothers so much effort. How could it possibly be breached by tomb raiders?"

"Senior Brother Jingyu, do you still doubt me? Why not descend and see for yourself if there's been an error?"

The other softly responded.

With that, both turned their gaze downward to the opulent Shen's Tomb below, their eyes brimming with sorrow and nostalgia.

Master.

Your disciples have returned to visit you.