Chapter Thirteen: Gu Tian

He never expected this fellow would actually dare to come seeking him out. Only moments ago, he’d regretted not obtaining that piece of thunderstruck wood—now it had been delivered right to his door.

“Boy, don’t think that just because you have General Sun Hao’s favor, you can be so arrogant. If I kill you now, I guarantee General Sun Hao will never know. If you know what’s good for you, kneel and beg for mercy. Maybe I’ll consider letting you die with your body intact,” Shi Bao spat out viciously, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wished to tear Chu Han to pieces.

In truth, Chu Han was somewhat puzzled. He and Shi Bao had no real connection, so this sudden trouble seemed utterly senseless. What he didn’t know was that Shi Bao was now an outer disciple of Yongquan Palace and had fallen deeply for Tang Chengcheng. If Chu Han had known, all would have made sense.

As Shi Bao finished speaking, the two men beside him stepped forward, the murderous air radiating from their bodies chilling to the bone. Their faces were expressionless.

Sensing their power, Chu Han’s lips curled into a slight smile. Just the sixth stage of Body Tempering—utter trash, not even worth his attention.

“Young Master Shi Bao, do you really think these two useless lackeys are enough to handle me?” Chu Han couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated, as if he were being underestimated.

Hearing his words, the two men’s faces changed at once and they charged straight at him—anyone would lose their temper at such contempt.

“Keep talking. Soon you’ll be the one begging for your life. Kill him. No need to hold back,” Shi Bao snorted coldly. He could already imagine his standing in Tang Chengcheng’s eyes soaring after killing Chu Han, and he was already lost in his daydreams.

But what happened next left him utterly stunned—his body even began to tremble.

The two attackers closed in with terrifying speed, their fists as large as iron cauldrons swinging straight for Chu Han’s head. Yet Chu Han didn’t even spare them a glance. To him, such attacks weren’t even worth dodging.

Just as the fists were about to smash into his skull, Chu Han moved. He raised his own fist and struck out. The sheer force of the blow whipped up a violent gust.

His fist collided with one of the attackers’, and the sound of bones snapping rang out. The man’s arm was broken by the impact, and he spat blood, collapsing to the ground.

The other was blown away by the force of the punch, slammed hard against the wall, and fell motionless.

All of this happened in a mere instant. Shi Bao stared, eyes wide, utterly unable to believe what he saw.

He’d already gauged Chu Han’s body and found no trace of cultivation—just an ordinary man. That was why he’d dared to come looking for trouble. Yet now he’d been dealt a resounding slap in the face.

Without another word, Chu Han lunged forward, seizing the stunned Shi Bao by the throat. His cold gaze bore down, and Shi Bao felt as if Death itself was watching him—his life entirely in Chu Han’s hands.

“Chu Han, you can’t kill me—I’m an outer disciple of Yongquan Palace! If you kill me, neither Yongquan Palace nor the Shi family will ever let you go!” Shi Bao managed to choke out, struggling in midair, but unable to break free.

At these words, Chu Han paused. So, Shi Bao was connected to Yongquan Palace after all—no wonder he’d come looking for trouble. Now everything made sense.

“Too bad. My feud with Yongquan Palace is already to the death. If you hadn’t mentioned them, maybe I would have spared you. But since you’re tied to them, you can die,” Chu Han said coolly. He cared nothing for Yongquan Palace or the Shi family. As for Shi Bao, whether he lived or died was meaningless—he was just a blade in someone else’s hand.

As Chu Han finished speaking, despair filled Shi Bao’s eyes. Suddenly, a powerful gust swept in from Chu Han’s right. Startled, Chu Han flung Shi Bao aside and sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the sudden strike.

He retreated a few steps and saw the newcomer clearly. The man wore flowing white robes, exuding the air of an immortal sage, yet he was strikingly young.

“Senior Brother Gu, save me! He’s trying to kill me!” Shi Bao, recognizing the man, shouted in wild relief.

The man shot him a glare, and Shi Bao fell silent.

“Young man, Shi Bao is one of ours. You dare lay hands on a member of Yongquan Palace? You must not take our sect seriously. I am Gu Tian, the senior outer disciple of Yongquan Palace. I will reclaim our honor,” the newcomer declared, turning to regard Chu Han coldly, fists clenched, ready to strike at any moment.

Hearing this, Chu Han was momentarily taken aback. So, Yongquan Palace had finally noticed him—just as he had expected. Before departing for the Primal World, he would have to eradicate Yongquan Palace to prevent future trouble.

But these people didn’t worry him. He knew Yongquan Palace harbored some true monsters, real powerhouses—those were his real opponents.

“Enough talk. Let’s fight,” Chu Han said icily, then charged.

Gu Tian had reached the eighth level of Body Refinement, manifesting spiritual power. Chu Han, unable to cultivate for now, didn’t even know his own exact level, but his strength rivaled the Transformation stage—more than enough to deal with Gu Tian.

Faced with Chu Han’s incoming punch, Gu Tian chose to meet it head-on—just as Chu Han hoped.

Chu Han’s strength was at least seventy thousand pounds. Even Transformation experts couldn’t match his raw power, let alone Gu Tian.

As their fists collided, Gu Tian was instantly shocked. The overwhelming force behind Chu Han’s punch was far beyond what he could withstand.

But by the time he realized this, it was too late—his right arm was shattered into a dozen pieces, utterly destroyed. The shockwave also damaged the internal organs on his right side.

Gu Tian collapsed, spitting blood, staring at Chu Han in disbelief. “How can you have such strength? There’s no trace of cultivation on you—this is impossible!”

Everything about Chu Han defied his understanding.

Chu Han curled his lip dismissively. To him, they were just minor thugs—not worth explaining his condition.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I’ll just cripple you. When you return to Yongquan Palace, deliver a message: Chu Han waits for you all in Jingyuan City—anyone seeking trouble is welcome to come find me,” Chu Han said coldly, leaning in. Then he pressed hard on Gu Tian’s dantian, crippling him—he would never cultivate again.

With that done, Chu Han strolled out of the alley, not forgetting to take Shi Bao’s thunderstruck wood. As he left, a pained scream echoed behind him.

He’d wasted some time, and by the time he reached home, night had fallen. He tiptoed into his room, careful not to disturb Tang Hao.

Gazing at the thunderstruck wood, Chu Han nodded with satisfaction. With it, the system’s suppression could be maintained for a long while, and he could use its lightning energy to greatly enhance his own strength.