Ye Futian Defeated by Nine Yang Purple Thunder Talisman
A Formation Awakens
At the exact moment Chen Huaian saw the game prompt, his lips curved into a wicked smile.
As a krypton gold player, what was the point of spending money if not to crush bosses with ease?
“Thunder and Fire Burning Heaven Formation, activate!“
The Battle Begins
Wanqing Mountain—
A thunderous roar erupted across the sky.
From Ye Futian’s perspective, the ground flared with glowing purple runes, forming a massive array.
Lightning crackled, flames erupted, and the entire area became a furnace of destruction.
A deep unease settled in Ye Futian’s heart.
This… isn’t normal.
But he quickly shook it off.
He had escaped countless death traps, evading righteous sects for hundreds of years.
If he ran at every little danger, how could he have survived this long?
The Temptation of Power
A top-grade Dantian was right in front of him.
If he could devour it, his centuries-long bottleneck would finally shatter.
Even if he had to discard his cultivation and rebuild from scratch, it would be worth it!
“The spiritual energy of the Cangyun Realm is already drying up…”
“This is my only chance!”
Ye Futian’s gaze hardened.
Even if all the Qingyun Sect elders came, he would fight to the death!
The First Clash
“Hmph! A mere formation dares to stop me?“
Ye Futian’s voice echoed from within the demonic mist.
With a casual swipe, he summoned a massive blood-red palm, its corrosive magic power twisting the air.
The Blood Cloud Palm was a top-tier Earth-grade technique.
Once it struck, spiritual energy would rot like decaying flesh.
The hut trembled, and Li Qingran felt suffocated.
But when the palm collided—
BOOM!
The formation didn’t break.
Ye Futian’s eyes widened in shock.
What?!
“Formation masters are rare, but this…”
Even a Nascent Soul expert’s attack should have weakened it!
Something wasn’t right.
Chen Huaian’s Retaliation
Meanwhile…
Chen Huaian grinned as he tapped his screen.
“Let’s start with three Immortal-Grade Thunder and Fire Talismans!”
Three golden talismans shot out from the walls and door.
Ye Futian barely spared them a glance.
“Hmph. Low-grade tricks.“
Then—
BOOM!
Thunder exploded. Fire surged.
Ye Futian’s demonic mist shattered.
A sudden chill ran down his spine.
“Wait… Immortal-grade talismans?!“
Too late.
His body convulsed as heaven’s might struck down.
Keyboard Warrior Chen Huaian
A game keyboard popped up on Chen Huaian’s screen.
To control the formation, he had to type out sequences.
“Isn’t this just a rhythm game?!“
His acupuncture-trained fingers moved like lightning.
Crack crack crack!
Lines of text flashed:
📌 Come is come, go is go~
📌 Nod yes, shake your head no~
📌 Say hello, hello hello, ha ha ha~
Each correct input launched a fresh wave of thunder and fire.
Ye Futian—
Burnt.
Electrocuted.
Repeatedly.
His demonic mist peeled away, revealing a charred, disheveled old man, his once-white beard now a tangled mess.
“AHHH! ENOUGH! I’LL KILL YOU!“
Ye Futian snapped, summoning his true power.
Demonic Resurrection
A towering figure materialized.
A green-faced demon with fangs like knives.
Ye Futian floated above the hut, his voice booming:
“Fools! You think a formation can stop me?!“
“This is my Four Corpse Kings Technique! The demon phantom of Ying Gou is indestructible!“
Li Qingran’s fists clenched in frustration.
She was too weak.
Even now, she could only watch.
If Senior got hurt because of her—
She would never forgive herself.
Chen Huaian’s Ultimate Move
But inside the hotel room—
Chen Huaian merely yawned.
“Alright, old man… let’s wrap this up.“
A final talisman floated skyward.
The Nine Yang Purple Thunder Talisman.
The Wrath of Heaven
The sky darkened.
A deep rumbling echoed across the land.
Cultivators miles away turned their heads, feeling a primal fear.
“A divine tribulation?!“
Ye Futian’s face drained of blood.
A thunder dragon coiled within the storm, its eyes locking onto him.
“Wait, no—“
BOOM!
A pillar of purple lightning struck down.
The earth trembled.
Demonic energy evaporated.
Ye Futian’s health bar instantly emptied.
The Aftermath
Qingyun Sect’s Sect Master, Wu Duantian, stared at the distant storm.
“That mysterious cultivator again…”
Zhao Lingtian, the crippled disciple, coughed weakly.
“…Sect Master, could they… save my Dantian?”
Wu Duantian’s gaze hardened.
“…We leave for Wanqing Mountain. Now.”
Chen Huaian, The Pay-to-Win God
Chen Huaian exhaled, watching the boss corpse fade.
Then he blew on his fingers and chuckled:
“Tsk tsk…“
“Looked so impressive… but in the end…”
“188 yuan. Instant kill. Nothing else to say.“
