Wang Xiao, an Earthly Immortal of the Tianmen Sect. One of the principal figures responsible for Tianmen's financial collections on Earth, his appearance was utterly ordinary, standing at merely five feet seven inches. In a crowd, he would never draw a second glance.

Were it not for the way he descended slowly from the high altitude, defying Earth’s gravity, causing the crisp wind to gently stir the faint, pale robes draped over him, revealing the undeniable power of a Martial Arts Master, it would be hard to believe that such an unremarkable man, carrying an air of frost-kissed elegance, was not a scholar of rigid principle, but a grandmaster in the world of martial arts. He broke through the air, landing with a great gust that sent the loose sand and cement swirling, gathering into a massive ** shape that encircled him. “Tianmen.

Wang Xiao.” Wang Xiao flicked his long sleeves behind him, standing erect as a mountain whose peak has collapsed, his lips and the corners of his eyes etched with a chilling frost. The elegant, frost-touched aura of the ** had thoroughly permeated his martial essence and marrow. Had the ground not been so soaked in blood, Qin Fen almost suspected he could detect a faint, delicate ** fragrance on the air.

A simple introduction, a decisive flick of the hand—Wang Xiao projected an overwhelming presence. The bearing of a Martial Arts Master left Manager He utterly dumbfounded. Qin Fen took a seemingly casual step forward, flipping his wrist to point at the chaotic mess on the ground: “Master Wang, my furniture, my moving fees, the medical expenses for my injured movers, and the travel costs for the trip I had to make to return—shouldn't those be settled with me?” In Wang Xiao’s eyes, a faint disgust flickered.

Years of cultivating the Pu Hua Shen Gong (Grape Flower Divine Art) and internalizing its proud, elegant demeanor had cultivated in him a disposition that viewed money as mere filth. It was precisely this nature that made the Tianmen Sect comfortable sending him to Earth for financial collection, without the worry of him embezzling funds or setting up a private treasury. “A dignified Martial Arts Master worrying over these baubles of yellow and white metal?” Wang Xiao snorted coldly through his nose, tilting his chin up in a proud, aloof gesture, his tone carrying the air of a condescending teacher: “With such a mindset, how can one reach the true apex of the Martial Dao?

At your young age, you should be striving to challenge the Divine Beast martial artists, yet here you are, fighting over trifles. It is truly disappointing. Are Pei Chengjun and Ji Zhen Haotian truly dead by your hand?” Watching Wang Xiao’s expression as he leveled these accusations, Qin Fen inwardly laughed uncontrollably.

This man’s personality had been warped by cultivating even a sliver of that art; if the King of Perversion saw this, would he be so shocked that his eyeballs fell out? Cultivating the perverse Bo Hua Shen Gong (Thin Flower Divine Art) only to achieve an aura of proud elegance—Qin Fen couldn't help but smile at the thought, a faint smirk escaping the corner of his lips. “Laughing?” Wang Xiao’s thin eyebrows shot up, his thin—almost sexy—lips quickly stretching wide: “Mocking me?” Qin Fen nodded twice.

Although his smile held more self-mockery than outright scorn, the tell-tale curve of his mouth betrayed him, leaving no reason to hide anything now that the other saw it. Wang Xiao lowered his eyes and scanned Liu Wenjun lying on the ground, whose Tianling Gai (Crown Chakra) had been smashed by Ji Zhen Xuan Yi. The frost-touched gaze instantly turned icier, and the ** composed of sand and dust around him abruptly exploded, scattering into dust once more.

“Killing my disciple, mocking my martial technique, damaging Tianmen’s business…” Wang Xiao’s tone grew increasingly menacing. Without glancing at Qin Fen or Hashimoto, he spoke only to himself: “By the rules, for any one of these infractions, you should be dead. Now, you have two paths.

First, cripple your own cultivation and let me kill you. Second, become my disciple, join Tianmen, and all matters regarding killing my disciple, mocking me, and harming Tianmen’s business will be wiped clean.” Manager He inwardly cursed his bad luck. How could two Martial Arts Masters possibly yield?

Even an outsider like him understood the stakes—if a fight truly erupted, how could he possibly defend himself? Neither Qin Fen nor Hashimoto showed much surprise. To be ridiculed by a junior for practicing one's martial arts incorrectly, especially when one has attained the rank of Martial Arts Master, was unbearable for anyone.

The Martial Dao has ten thousand paths; each person walks their own. A Martial Arts Master might lose to another Master, but they could never tolerate being told their chosen path was fundamentally wrong. On their respective martial paths, only the cultivator themselves is the true authority.

The very first thing Qin Fen said was to declare that the opponent’s martial technique was fundamentally flawed. For any Martial Arts Master, this was the most naked form of insult. Having cultivated the Bo Hua Shen Gong in a manner that emphasized pride and elegance, Wang Xiao’s entire demeanor resembled that of the unyielding scholars of ancient times.

Seeing his disciple dead and Tianmen’s mission ruined, killing intent had already saturated every cell in his body. “Killing your disciple, I admit. Damaging your Tianmen business, I also admit.” Qin Fen slightly broadened his shoulders: “A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it justly.

Since you practice evil, you should accept the consequences.” Wang Xiao’s pupils contracted sharply. From the moment he landed, he recognized Qin Fen from the photos circulating in their circles. Any Master who wasn't utterly isolated would have obtained dossiers on Qin Fen, including general data on his martial orientation.

At this moment, Wang Xiao felt, for the first time, a vast, surging, powerful aura erupt from Qin Fen’s body. Combined with his seemingly sound logic, this aura instantly soared to the highest point in the vicinity. “As for my martial path being wrong,” Qin Fen chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t believe I said anything incorrect.

Your martial path is diametrically opposed to the ** Shen Gong you practice. Frankly, your current level of cultivation is an anomaly.” Hashimoto Yongjirou and Wang Xiao both stiffened, utterly perplexed by the supreme confidence in Qin Fen’s voice. To publicly negate another Master’s martial theory and technique was highly taboo among those who had reached the Master realm or above.

If you were right, you gained nothing substantial, only an enraged Martial Arts Master as an enemy. If you were wrong, not only did you gain an angry Master as an enemy, but your reputation in the martial world would suffer immense damage, often becoming a topic of ridicule. Wang Xiao’s stern expression became shrouded in layers of cold frost.

Manager He shivered uncontrollably just by looking, as if his blood were about to freeze solid at that moment. As a Martial Arts Master, even when facing a Martial Grandmaster, one maintains their convictions. For a peer to speak this way, how could Wang Xiao tolerate this fledgling, who had only just entered the Master ranks days ago, lecturing him repeatedly?

“Good, good, good! You say I am wrong, yes?” Wang Xiao stomped his foot, flicked his sleeves, and formed his hands into fists resembling a ** flower about to bloom, his gaze fixed fiercely on Qin Fen: “Today, I request you to kindly enlighten me. Show me exactly how my martial technique and Dao are incompatible.” Qin Fen did not withdraw the hand pointing at the wreckage on the ground, his tone as placid as when he first spoke: “Your people damaged my property and injured my personnel.

That financial matter is not yet settled. If I kill you, where will I go to collect the debt?” Wang Xiao froze again, his suppressed rage boiling over into a sharp laugh: “In my entire career, I have seen arrogance, but never arrogance like yours. Where to collect a debt if I die?

Very good, very good! Let’s see exactly how you plan to kill me!” The moment the words reached Manager He’s ears, Wang Xiao’s calves tensed violently, his body contorting rapidly. Following the posture of a blooming flower, his legs transformed into thousands of steps, his figure flickering indeterminately around Qin Fen.

His spread fingers flicked in the air repeatedly, resembling two blossoming grape flowers descending toward Qin Fen’s head. Pu Hua Quan, thousands of blossoms piercing the sky! Wang Xiao’s Pu Hua footwork was blindingly fast, earning an impressed nod from Hashimoto, who was also a Master.

Multiple true and illusory afterimages haunted the battlefield, making it temporarily impossible to discern Wang Xiao’s true form. Qin Fen uttered a surprised “Yi,” somewhat taken aback that Wang Xiao could reach such a level despite practicing the Pu Hua Shen Gong in such a contrary manner. Simultaneously, he understood something: this contradictory method of practice could never lead to true greatness.

The strength displayed today, if pitted against Ji Zhen Haotian of Han Mountain, would certainly favor Ji Zhen Haotian. In a flash of light, Qin Fen realized everything: Wang Xiao’s martial skill had stagnated for a long, long time because he had taken the wrong path. Perhaps his victory over Ji Zhen Haotian back then was only because Ji Zhen Haotian was just entering the Master ranks and his foundation was still unstable.

Having figured it out instantly, Qin Fen watched as Wang Xiao stepped with Pu Hua footwork, his fists executing the intricate Pu Hua Quan, his body flowing like a true vine, enveloping Qin Fen in an explosive posture. The skin on Qin Fen’s forehead twitched rapidly; he could clearly sense the actual location of the incoming attack. The Pi Kong Zhang (Splitting Void Palm) used between peers caused too little damage.

Wang Xiao poured True Qi into his hands for the Pu Hua Quan but didn't wait for the fists to connect; the pressure preceded them, gusting like heavenly thunder, forcing the fist pressure to emulate the effect of the Pi Kong Zhang. This thunderous fist pressure was a result of the overly complicated and ever-changing forms of the Pu Hua Quan, which, through subtle hand shifts, compressed and held the air, creating a sensation akin to an artillery shell—the essence of the Pi Kong Zhang. Wang Xiao’s myriad forms of the Pu Hua Shen Gong, coupled with his Pu Hua footwork, mixed with his explosive rage, meant he attacked with his full strength from the outset, holding nothing back, intending to completely smother Qin Fen to vent the hatred in his heart.

This blow, struck in hatred, would surely have put even a resurrected Ji Zhen Haotian of Han Mountain at a disadvantage, perhaps even leading to defeat, given the sudden nature of the assault. Unfortunately for Wang Xiao, he faced Qin Fen—someone who had witnessed myriad boxing styles on the Sky Combat Network, personally experienced them numerous times, and finally inherited the profoundly perverse martial arts of the King of Perversion, Zeng Yicheng! Qin Fen, who understood the true meaning of the ** Shen Gong.

Just as the myriad blossoms were about to envelop Qin Fen’s forehead, Wang Xiao suddenly felt the solid object beneath his palms vanish. The dust and sand drifting before his eyes erupted into a massive ** flower! That’s right!

Wang Xiao wasn't mistaken. The sand and dust in his sight exploded into a burst of ! This was only possible through the unique application of the ** footwork.

When Qin Fen executed the ** Step, he finally understood the essence of the footwork Zeng Yicheng taught him in the dream space—part of that essence was precisely the core of this Pu Hua footwork. Hashimoto Yongjirou’s jaw dropped instantly as he stared at Qin Fen, whose movements were like a phantom. Where was the invincible, sweeping power of the Shen Quan Dao he usually displayed?

Using the same Pu Hua footwork, when executed by Qin Fen, Hashimoto Yongjirou’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Why did it look so underhanded? Wang Xiao’s palm energy erupted violently, shattering the ** sand-flower Qin Fen had conjured.

He then felt Qin Fen appear behind him at some unseen moment, a sharp, piercing energy locking precisely onto the weakest point of his back. That’s right! The area usually reserved for expelling bodily waste!

Wang Xiao was aghast, cold sweat instantly breaking out. This Qin Fen was completely different from the fighter in the rumors. While this move was a tactic to defeat an enemy, it was utterly vulgar...

No! It should be called perverse! Wang Xiao had no time to think.

He quickly twisted his waist, engaging his legs, and as two ** sand-flowers formed, his body swayed like a fully blossomed flower, darting dozens of meters away, executing various evasive maneuvers. Hashimoto Yongjirou didn't even have time to praise Wang Xiao’s desperate reaction before he saw Qin Fen latch onto Wang Xiao like a predator. No matter how erratically Wang Xiao’s Pu Hua movement shifted, Qin Fen followed relentlessly, his raised right foot advancing without yielding an inch, still aimed at Wang Xiao’s vital spot from behind.

“Not good!” Wang Xiao cried inwardly. His forward momentum suddenly dissolved into a roll on the ground, tumbling like an unopened ** bud that had fallen prematurely, narrowly evading Qin Fen’s relentless footwork. Chii, chii—two streaks of piercing True Qi energy shot out, making Wang Xiao’s male vital spot feel as though it were locked onto.

It is difficult for the Pi Kong Zhang to deal critical damage to a Master-level martial artist of this caliber, but it is not entirely impossible—for instance, by attacking the body’s truly vulnerable points. Unless one practices their protective divine art to the absolute limit, those areas remain weak spots. Wang Xiao didn't even have time to curse Qin Fen for being shameless, vulgar, and perverse.

He braced his palms on the ground and flipped his body repeatedly. Where he had just stood, two three-inch-deep holes were now gouged in the earth. His killing intent spiked another three points.

With a twist of his wrist, he flicked out three shimmering blue metal finger-blades from his long sleeve! Hidden weapons, potent poison! Wang Xiao achieved his current skill not merely by practicing the Jian Hua martial path in reverse, but because while he outwardly disdained wealth, he was no true gentleman of refinement; he possessed a degree of hypocrisy.

It was this clash between his false gentility and his inner reality that allowed his ** Shen Gong to reach the Master level. Not a gentleman, yet forcibly pretending to be one, he pushed the aura of proud elegance into a grotesque imitation! As the hidden edges beneath Wang Xiao’s long sleeve flashed, the myriad blossoms erupted once more, enveloping Qin Fen in a sea of palm shadows.

Now, there was no trace of proud elegance; his punches and palms were filled only with chilling killing intent and malice. “Li Kai Wan Qian (Thousand Withdrawals), it is not used that way.” Qin Fen’s ten toes on both feet moved rapidly. Each time, his body advanced only half a meter, and small ** flowers bloomed on the ground, as if the earth itself were sprouting them to propel him toward Wang Xiao.

The same Pu Hua Wan Qian executed by Qin Fen resulted in a palm shadow count ten times greater than Wang Xiao’s! How is this possible? Wang Xiao’s spirit was deeply shaken as the most potent aspect of Qin Fen’s Pu Hua Wan Qian suddenly vanished.

Before Wang Xiao could react, he felt the Pu Hua Wan Qian bloom again behind him! However, this time the number of Pu Hua Wan Qian was identical to Wang Xiao’s own effort—no more, no less. A fake!?

The thought of being tricked flashed through Wang Xiao’s mind. Qin Fen’s first barrage of palm shadows was entirely fake, a deception! None of the palm strikes carried true force!

It was merely for show. Now, the real Pu Hua Wan Qian enveloped every vital point on his back. The attack routes were so bizarre they made him sick, with the lower vital point feeling locked down by an icy draft, stabbing like needles.

Wang Xiao ceased rotating his internal True Qi and instead triggered a series of explosions. Ignoring the potential injury to his meridians, only the explosive force of the True Qi could power a stronger evasion. His legs instantly sprayed blood under the force of the energy blast, yet his body lurched a full meter sideways.

He twisted his ankle again, intending to use the explosive force to pivot behind Qin Fen and use his own move against him. The noxious blue light of the metal armor pierced Qin Fen’s body—Wang Xiao was startled again! The sensation of impact was wrong!

It wasn't flesh; it was an air residual image! The Pu Hua Wan Qian surged again behind Wang Xiao. Only then did he fully realize that Qin Fen’s second strike was also a fake—a trick!

Wang Xiao’s final thought flashed in his mind: Qin Fen’s Pu Hua Wan Qian bypassed Wang Xiao’s protective True Qi without any fancy maneuvers, and a perfect hundred palms struck home instantly. Bang bang bang bang bang bang... The sound of palms striking, rapid as a torrential downpour, filled the entire battlefield.

Hashimoto stared blankly at the scene. Was this the Qin Cang who had displayed overwhelming might in his movements? How had Qin Fen improved so rapidly?

During the last battle at Han Mountain, even at full strength when killing Pei Chengjun, Qin Fen hadn't looked this effortless. The pieces of Wang Xiao’s body, shattered by the palm strikes, fell to the ground. Qin Fen gently shook his wrist.

Against an opponent who intended to kill him, he absolutely could not hold back. To force a hypocrite into appearing like a true gentleman... Qin Fen did not believe that if he had shown mercy, Wang Xiao would have shared mutual respect, explored martial paths together, and become a true friend.

Qin Fen believed instead that if he taught the true essence of the Pu Hua Shen Quan (Divine Fist), once mastered, Wang Xiao would return to seek revenge for this day's humiliation. Nurturing a future threat? After experiencing similar situations, Qin Fen had repeatedly warned himself: in life-or-death battles, one must strike ruthlessly, or one becomes the one who dies.

“Kid, only a few days? That strong?” Hashimoto stared wide-eyed at the approaching Qin Fen: “That martial art you used just now, why did it look... so perverse?

Not just the points of impact, but the entire atmosphere was perverse. Your gaze, your movements—all extremely perverse.” “Stronger?” Qin Fen smiled: “I have indeed grown stronger. But not as much as Brother Hashimoto assumes.

Although this was a Master-level fight, he was still slightly inferior to Ji Zhen Haotian. Furthermore, in this battle, I understood him, while he knew nothing about me. Being the dazzling one who blinds the ignorant naturally makes things easier.

As for perverse, the Pu Hua Shen Gong is inherently an extremely perverse martial art. By seeking the meaning of proud elegance, he took the wrong path. How could he possibly be stronger than my genuine technique?” “...

**...” Hashimoto’s eyes widened as he looked at Qin Fen and asked hesitantly: “Could it be that this ** is not that **?” Sensing Hashimoto’s strange gaze, Qin Fen laughed awkwardly and nodded gently: “That’s right. The true meaning of the ** Hua Shen Gong has a different connotation.”