Chapter 102: The Beast-Taming Cultivator, Xu Fei

"Brother Xia, there is no need for you to trouble yourself with this person. Let me handle it."

A youth named Xu Fei stepped forward. It was not that he was trying to show off; rather, he feared that Xia Jiuxuan would kill the man, and he did not dare let him make a move.

"You?" Xia Jiuxuan glanced at Xu Fei, his expression indifferent. "You’ll do. You are worthy of a fight."

Xu Fei was slightly taken aback. Had he just received approval from Xia Jiuxuan? How could he have discerned his strength so easily?

"Xu Fei, since you’re going up there, don’t embarrass us," advised Qin Wei, one of Xu Fei’s close friends. This was the same Xu Fei who had wanted to challenge Xia Jiuxuan back on the island, only to be dissuaded by Qin Wei.

Xu Fei cupped his hands toward Luo Zheng. "Brother Luo, you’ve already had your turn; let me take this one!"

"Very well. Take care, brother." Luo Zheng, who was also curious to see the strength of the others, stepped back.

"Brother Song, do you see? These brats from the mortal lands are so arrogant; they don't even have you in their eyes."

"Indeed. Look at how pompous they are, scrambling to fight you as if you were a pushover!"

"It’s utterly outrageous! Please, Brother Song, give these blind bumpkins a lesson they won't forget!"

Li Mu and his companions added fuel to the fire.

"Shut up, all of you!" Song Qingfeng barked. He pointed at Xu Fei and sneered, "Bumpkin, come here and die."

"I'll die in your mother's—"

*Whoosh!* Xu Fei surged forward.

*Bang!* He threw a punch, landing it squarely on Song Qingfeng’s chest. Song Qingfeng, wearing a cold sneer, took the blow head-on without budging an inch.

"Is that all the trashy strength you have? Get lost!" Song Qingfeng struck out with a palm, which Xu Fei instinctively tried to block with his fist.

*Crack!* A sharp sound echoed as the bones in Xu Fei’s arm were shattered by the force, sending him flying backward.

"Xu Fei! Get back, let me handle this!" Seeing his friend’s arm broken in a single blow, Qin Wei was filled with rage and prepared to step in.

Enduring the pain, Xu Fei grinned. "Qin Wei, if anyone knows me, you do. Move aside; I am going to teach this scoundrel a lesson today!"

Xu Fei stepped forward, pressed his hand over the break in his arm, and a green light shimmered. His shattered arm began to mend at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmm?" Even Song Qingfeng couldn't help but furrow his brow at the sight. "You wretch, you actually possess such a miraculous healing method!"

Xu Fei replied coldly, "Afraid? Admit your mistake, and I might spare you."

"Hahaha!" Song Qingfeng laughed in disdain. "Ignorant thing, since you have such strong recovery capabilities, you can serve as my living target. I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Then you’d better go look in a mirror to see if you even have the ability to do so!"

Xu Fei charged again. Song Qingfeng snorted and lashed out with a fierce palm strike.

*Swish!* Suddenly, a phantom blurred past. Five bloody lacerations appeared on Song Qingfeng’s arm, deep enough to expose the bone. As for Xu Fei, he had not only effortlessly dodged the strike but had circled to Song Qingfeng’s side! He curled his hand into a claw and struck at Song Qingfeng’s throat with lightning speed.

Sensing the danger, Song Qingfeng hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy.

*Clang!* The claw struck his defensive barrier of energy.

"Bumpkin, you’re still too green to try and ambush me!"

*Boom!* Crimson spiritual energy erupted. Song Qingfeng grabbed Xu Fei’s arm and slammed it down with brutal force.

*Crack!* Xu Fei’s arm was snapped again. "Get on your knees!"

Song Qingfeng followed up with a palm strike aimed at Xu Fei’s back. If this hit landed, Xu Fei’s spine would be shattered and his internal organs severely damaged.

*Whoosh!* Just then, several black shadows appeared around Song Qingfeng.

*Slash, slash, slash...*

Claws with a ghostly sheen tore repeatedly into Song Qingfeng’s back, shredding the flesh.

"Aaaah!" Song Qingfeng gritted his teeth, letting out a roar like a slaughtered pig. The pain was unbearable.

"Perfect opportunity! Bone-Crushing Fist!" Seizing the moment, Xu Fei unleashed dozens of punches with his left hand, slamming them into Song Qingfeng’s chest. Song Qingfeng was sent flying, his chest now visibly caved in.

Even in this state, the dark shadow did not stop, flashing toward him again.

"Help!" Terrified, Song Qingfeng caught a glimpse of the shadow. It was a black beast no larger than a wild cat, moving with terrifying speed, and its claws seemed to ignore his spiritual defenses!

It was horrifying. To Song Qingfeng, the sight of the beast was like staring at the Grim Reaper himself, and he screamed desperately for rescue.

"Xiao Hei, come back!"

*Whine-howl!* The black beast retracted its razor-sharp claws, flashed, and dissolved into a dark shadow that merged back into Xu Fei’s body.

"A Beast-Taming Cultivator!"

"He is actually a Beast-Taming Cultivator!"

"No wonder he was so confident!"

"Did you see what kind of beast he tamed? How is it so powerful?"

"I only caught a glimpse; it was black and looked a bit like a rabbit."

"Bah, what kind of rabbit is that powerful?"

The sect disciples in the plaza were in an uproar. They never expected to find a Beast-Taming Cultivator among those from the mortal lands. Furthermore, the beast the youth had tamed was clearly no ordinary creature; otherwise, it wouldn't have bypassed his spiritual defenses so easily!

"These talents from the mortal lands are truly not to be underestimated."

"Indeed. First, the one with the inherited bloodline, then the beauty with the extraordinary sword path, and now a Beast-Taming Cultivator. Who would dare look down on them now?"

"Have you noticed? They all seem to defer to that man surnamed Xia, intentionally holding him back from fighting for fear of escalating things."

"Yes, I heard them whispering earlier. That man surnamed Xia must be even more formidable!"

After several rounds of combat, the other sect disciples were filled with awe. These talents from the mortal lands were already this powerful without even cultivating spiritual energy; if they were to become spiritual cultivators themselves, wouldn't they turn the world upside down?

Xu Fei walked back with a smile, cupping his hands to the group. "Everyone, I didn’t lose face for us, did I?"

"You brat, stop showing off. You didn't just 'not lose face,' you brought us great honor!" Qin Wei walked over and gave Xu Fei’s shoulder a firm pat.

"Easy, my arm is injured!" Xu Fei snapped, though everyone laughed.

"Xu Fei, you hid that well. So you're a Beast-Taming Cultivator! Come on, bring out your precious beast and let us see."

"That’s right, let us have a look at what your treasure actually looks like." Several youths stepped forward, curious.

"My Xiao Hei isn't just any beast; it is a descendant of a divine beast. Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll let you have a look." Having won the fight and gained all the attention, Xu Fei couldn't suppress his joy and agreed to show them.

"Xiao Hei, come out."

With a flick of Xu Fei’s will, a small, fluffy black creature appeared in his arms.

"So cute!" Duanmu Wan’s eyes lit up when she saw the little thing.

"See? Miss Duanmu has an eye for quality." Xu Fei was immensely pleased and instructed the divine beast in his arms, "Xiao Hei, act cute for Miss Duanmu."

"Squeak, squeak."

Xiao Hei immediately jumped down and began rolling on the ground.

*Boom!*

Suddenly, a massive palm descended from the sky, appearing with unimaginable speed. It did not attack the crowd, but instead snatched Xiao Hei up and vanished in an instant.

"Squeak..."

Only the echo of a tiny, terrified cry remained in the plaza.