Chapter 414: Chapter 414 1,001 Ways to Make a Cultivator Cry Without Touching Them

Lin Feng would have let the arrogant young master go under normal circumstances, but the moment he brushed against the man’s thoughts and sifted through his memories, everything changed.

What he saw made his expression turn cold. This was no ordinary spoiled heir who relied on his family’s power to bully others. No... this man was rotten to the core.

Within those myriad memories were scenes that would make even hardened cultivators frown.

Animals being burned alive for amusement, their agonized cries echoing as the young master laughed without restraint.

Servants kneeling and begging, only to be dragged away and subjected to cruel punishments for the slightest mistake. Some were broken, others simply disappeared and forgotten like discarded tools.

And through it all, there was not a shred of guilt. Only pleasure. Only satisfaction. Such a person... should not exist.

A faint killing intent flickered deep within Lin Feng’s eyes before being quickly concealed.

From that moment on, he had already made his decision... no matter what happened today, he would not allow this arrogant young master to leave unscathed.

Lin Feng has a special place more suitable for this arrogant young master to exist in.

"What did you just say?" The arrogant young master’s voice cut through the air, sharp and filled with disbelief. His expression twisted as though he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

His name was Long Aotian. From the day he was born, he had stood above others. Backed by a powerful clan in Dao Origin City, his status alone was enough to make people lower their heads.

On top of that, he was a Medicine Master... a profession both respected and feared. Whether it was healing or poison, people knew better than to provoke someone like him.

In all his years, not a single person had dared to insult him to his face. Yet now... here, in a crowded hall... someone had done exactly that.

Worse... the insult had been deliberate, calm, and utterly dismissive.

"You’re not only a fool and a dog," Lin Feng replied leisurely, as if he were merely commenting on the weather. He even shook his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "But also a deaf one. Truly... your parents must be very proud of raising such a remarkable creature."

A deathly silence fell. The surrounding crowd felt their hearts skip a beat, their expressions turning stiff as they instinctively took a step back.

No one dared to breathe too loudly, afraid of being caught in the storm that was about to erupt.

"You dare humiliate me in public?!" Long Aotian’s roar exploded like thunder.

The calm, refined image he usually maintained shattered instantly, replaced by unrestrained fury. His face flushed red, veins bulging along his temples as his eyes turned bloodshot.

"You’re courting death!" he bellowed, his voice filled with murderous intent. "I’ll kill you... I’ll tear you apart piece by piece and skin you alive!"

Boom!

A violent surge of spiritual energy burst out from his body, sweeping across the hall like a raging tide. Tables rattled, cups shattered, and weaker cultivators staggered backward under the pressure.

The temperature seemed to drop as killing intent filled the air. Without hesitation, Long Aotian raised his hand, his fingers curling like claws as dense spiritual energy gathered at his palm.

The faint outline of a technique began to form, crackling with destructive power. It was clear that he intended to strike without holding back.

The distance between them was short. For an expert like him, it would take less than a breath to reach Lin Feng and end his life. Yet, strangely enough... Lin Feng did not move.

He stood there calmly, as steady as a mountain, his expression unchanged.

There was no fear in his eyes, no sign of panic... only a faint trace of indifference, as if the person before him was nothing more than a clown putting on a performance.

That calmness only fueled Long Aotian’s rage further.

"Die!"

With a furious shout, he stepped forward, his attack about to descend...

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

The thunderous voice exploded through the hall like a divine decree. It was as if the heavens themselves had spoken.

The sound carried an overwhelming authority that instantly suppressed everything in its wake. The raging spiritual energy in the hall faltered, then collapsed entirely under the weight of that voice.

At the same time, a terrifying wave of pressure descended from above. It was not just strong... it was absolute. Like a mountain pressing down on their souls.

Crack!

The floor beneath their feet trembled slightly as the pressure spread. Conversations died instantly. Even the air seemed to grow heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Faces turned pale one after another.

Those with weaker cultivation bases felt their knees buckle, barely managing to stay standing.

And Long Aotian... His raised hand froze mid-air.

The violent spiritual energy gathered around him dispersed in an instant, as though it had been extinguished by an invisible force. His expression stiffened, and a trace of panic flickered in his eyes.

Cold sweat began to form on his back. He recognized this pressure. This was not something an ordinary cultivator could release. An expert... a true expert... had intervened.

Slowly, all eyes turned toward the source of the voice.

The atmosphere, once on the verge of erupting into chaos, was now suffocatingly still. Even Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint glimmer of interest appearing within them.

Someone relatively powerful had arrived.

"Can someone tell me what is going on here?!" An old man strode into the hall, his voice carrying unmistakable authority.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and the faint pressure radiating from his body made it clear that he was no ordinary figure.

The moment he appeared, the suffocating tension in the room shifted and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. He was clearly not pleased.

With a sweep of his sharp eyes, he took in the scene... the nervous people around, the lingering traces of spiritual energy, Long Aotian’s furious expression, and Lin Feng’s calm, unmoved stance.