SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 170: Whats the point...!!

It was at this moment that Ning Qi, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

Her voice was calm, almost indifferent—but beneath that calm lay an unmistakable finality.

"Enough."

The single word fell like a verdict.

"I do not care who this brat is," Ning Qi continued, her gaze cold and distant. "If he believes he can simply walk away after humiliating my sect like this, then he is gravely mistaken."

This time, Ning Qi was truly furious.

In front of an immortal from Sword Saint Heaven, her Thousand Sword Sect had been reduced to a laughingstock. An Outer Elder slain. An Inner Elder decapitated. The arena soaked in blood. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

What opinion would Murong Sichen form of her leadership?

That under her rule, any random cultivator could storm her sect and wreak havoc?

No.

She could not allow that.

If before she had merely extracted Lin Huang’s dao bone, today she would go far beyond that. She would tear apart every bone in his body, refine them into pills, and use them to elevate Ying Yue’s cultivation—turning humiliation into nourishment.

Lin Huang, however, seemed utterly unaware of the storm gathering around him.

But Zhao Yunfei was not.

Standing behind him, her heart suddenly clenched.

She felt it.

A violent distortion in fate itself.

Just moments ago, Lin Huang’s fortune had shone like a blazing star. Now, it darkened abruptly, as if a shadow had swallowed it whole. An ominous heaviness pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Master—watch out...!"

Her warning came a heartbeat too late.

An invisible force seized Lin Huang midair.

It was overwhelming.

Not sharp like sword intent, not violent like qi—but absolute, like the will of the heavens itself crushing down. Lin Huang’s body jerked violently as a thunderous crack echoed through the arena.

Kacha—!

Bones fractured.

His skin split open in multiple places, blood spraying outward like red mist. Veins bulged grotesquely as his body was forced into an unnatural arc, suspended helplessly in midair.

The pain was unimaginable.

Yet—not a scream escaped his lips.

Lin Huang clenched his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his head and locked eyes with Ning Qi.

Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed—a hoarse, broken laugh.

"So this is all you’re capable of," he said, each word forced out through agony. "A Grand Ascension cultivator bullying a junior."

His eyes burned fiercely.

"If you have the guts," he continued coldly, "seal your cultivation to the Foundation Building Realm and fight me."

The arena fell silent.

For a split second—

Then Ning Qi laughed.

It was a soft laugh, almost gentle.

But it carried killing intent so dense that several spectators felt their souls tremble.

"Fight fair?" she repeated, amused. "Junior, you truly are naïve."

Her smile sharpened.

"When did fairness ever matter in this world?"

"I cultivated to the Grand Ascension Realm through countless sacrifices," she said calmly. "Not so I could lower myself to your level... but so I could crush ants like you."

Her gaze hardened.

"Junior, you speak far too much."

She lifted her hand slightly.

"First, I will extract your soul."

Her voice was icy, devoid of emotion.

"Then I will let you watch—with your own eyes—as I refine your body into a pill... and feed it to Ying Yue."

Murong Sichen stood quietly to the side, his expression unreadable.

He did not intervene.

To him, this was merely a test—

A crucible to see whether this young man was worth remembering... or worth forgetting.

Zhao Yunfei’s face turned pale.

For the first time since stepping onto the arena, despair crept into her heart.

She saw no path forward.

No escape.

No miracle.

The pressure bearing down on Lin Huang was absolute—

and the shadow of death had never felt so close.

Master... you just had to do it...

Zhao Yunfei’s heart twisted painfully as she watched Lin Huang suspended in midair, his body trembling under the invisible force crushing him.

You could have waited.

She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

You could have waited until you reached the Grand Ascension Realm before starting your revenge. Just a little longer... why did you have to do it now?

Regret flooded her chest like a rising tide.

She should have stopped him. She should have begged him to reconsider. She should have informed the Grandmaster the moment Lin Huang left the dojo. When Wang Chen granted permission, he could never have imagined Lin Huang would choose such a reckless, suicidal path.

Never.

Before she could sink deeper into self-blame, the pressure gripping Lin Huang suddenly multiplied.

Dozens of times over.

Lin Huang’s body convulsed violently.

A sound like shattering glass echoed as the force penetrated deeper—past flesh, past bone—down to something far more fundamental. It felt as though every cell in his body was being torn apart individually, split at the most microscopic level.

Pain unlike anything he had ever experienced surged through him.

It was not merely physical.

It clawed directly at his soul.

Blood erupted from new fissures across his skin. His vision blurred, colors bleeding into one another. Even his consciousness began to waver, fraying at the edges.

Yet still—

Not a scream escaped him.

High above the arena, Ning Qi’s expression remained cold, her fingers barely tightening as she increased the pressure, as if crushing an insect between her fingers.

"Hm," Wang Chen thought quietly, his eyes narrowing to slits. "She’s going too far."

He had intended to wait.

To let Lin Huang face his heart demons fully.

But watching his disciple’s body being torn apart under his very gaze—

What was the point of waiting anymore?

What was patience worth if it meant allowing this?

That thought had barely formed when Wang Chen’s body was already moving.

Step.

Another step.

He walked forward calmly, his pace unhurried, as if strolling through a quiet courtyard rather than entering the killing field of a Grand Ascension powerhouse. The suffocating pressure that crushed others to their knees parted around him like mist before a mountain.

It did nothing.

At some point, the air around him grew unnaturally cold.

Tap.

Tap.

At first, no one noticed.

But as he drew closer, something changed.

The oppressive atmosphere—once entirely controlled by Ning Qi—began to warp. The spectators felt it instinctively, a subtle yet terrifying shift, like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks.

Eyes turned.

One by one, gazes locked onto the approaching figure.

Zhao Yunfei felt it first.

A familiar presence.

Her heart skipped violently, hope exploding in her chest so suddenly it almost hurt.

She turned—

And her eyes lit up like a torch ignited in the dark.

"Grandmaster!"

Her voice rang out, raw and trembling with relief.

The sound pierced through Lin Huang’s haze of pain.

His expression finally changed.

Through blood-blurred vision, he forced his eyes open—and saw Wang Chen standing beside him.

Really standing there.

Unmoved.

Unharmed.

Unbowed.

For the first time since stepping onto the arena, Lin Huang’s breathing hitched.

Wang Chen’s gaze swept over his disciple’s broken body, the blood freely flowing from his wounds, the unnatural contortions forced upon him.

A sharp pang of regret pierced his heart.

I should have acted sooner.

What was he thinking, waiting like an outsider?

But regret was meaningless now.

There was only action.

Wang Chen lifted his head slowly, his expression calm—but beneath that calm lay something far colder.

"Don’t worry," he said, his voice steady and unmistakably firm. "Disciple."

His eyes locked onto Ning Qi.

"I will make sure your grievances are completely redressed."

"No matter what."