# Chapter 1818: Hua Cangying
On the White Dragon Ferry, most of the cultivators were from the Kunlun Realm.
When they heard those two men belittling the Kunlun Realm in such a manner, they all revealed angry expressions.
The young man from the Chen Clan was no exception.
However, he seemed to have important matters to attend to and did not wish to stir up trouble, so he restrained himself.
But the two from the Holy Marsh Realm took great interest in him and continued to provoke him with words.
"On the main battlefields of the Kunlun Realm, it is ultimately us who serve as the main force, barely managing to hold back the armies of the Hell Realm. Those so-called geniuses and proud sons of the Kunlun Realm in your eyes are merely responsible for transporting cultivation resources in the rear and overseeing the evacuation of the Kunlun Realm's living beings. They are utterly useless."
"Even if cultivators from the Kunlun Realm do step onto the battlefield, they are nothing but cannon fodder."
"Therefore, it is only right for us to plunder the resources of the Kunlun Realm."
"In fact, you cultivators of the Kunlun Realm should be the ones going into the mines to dig out ores and presenting all kinds of resources to us on a silver platter."
Tuo Yan and Xue Chou of the Holy Marsh Realm chatted and laughed, their arrogance beyond words.
The young man from the Chen Clan could no longer hold back and said, "A bunch of greedy bandits, and you still have the nerve to claim you are here to fight for the Kunlun Realm?"
"Who are you cursing?"
The smile on Tuo Yan's face instantly vanished, and a bone-chilling murderous aura radiated from his body.
"I am cursing you. Since you claim to be here to participate in the Kunlun Realm Merit War, why haven't you gone to the main battlefields? Why have you come to the Eastern Domain Sacred City? What is your true purpose?" The young man from the Chen Clan sneered.
"Excellent! A mere Saint dares to insult a Saint King. Do you truly believe a Saint King has no dignity to uphold?"
A gleam of malicious satisfaction flashed in Tuo Yan's eyes, and then he struck out with a palm.
The palm strike was swift as the wind, fast as lightning.
The young man from the Chen Clan's expression changed, and he quickly produced a talisman.
Then, he channeled sacred qi into his sacred armor, which emitted a dazzling sacred light as layers of defensive formation imprints emerged from within the armor.
But the gap in their cultivation was too great. With a casual palm strike, Tuo Yan shattered all the young man's defensive measures and struck him squarely.
"Pfft."
The young man from the Chen Clan's chest was pierced through, his ribs shattered, and his internal organs completely crushed. He fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up.
Instantly, the White Dragon Ferry fell into dead silence.
The cultivators of the Kunlun Realm were, after all, too weak in cultivation.
The moment Tuo Yan released his sacred might, they were all pressed flat against the deck, unable to move.
Though they felt resentment, unwillingness, and anger, they were utterly powerless against absolute strength.
"You killed a Saint of the Kunlun Realm at will in the Eastern Domain Sacred City. Is this still fighting for the Kunlun Realm? You are butchers, bandits. I will report this to the Merit Divine Hall, to the Heavenly Palace, and make you suffer divine retribution." A young man who had reached the Half-Saint realm gritted his teeth and roared in fury.
This young man was no more than thirty years old, yet he was already a seventh-step Half-Saint.
With such talent, he was undoubtedly a first-rate prodigy of the new generation in the Kunlun Realm, truly outstanding.
Tuo Yan sneered coldly, "Young man, you need to understand one thing: he insulted me first, and this calamity befell him. Even if you take this to the Heavenly Palace, I am in the right. By the way, didn't you just insult me as well?"
Xue Chou said, "Forget it, why bother with a mere Half-Saint junior? We still have important matters to attend to."
Tuo Yan nodded slightly and then transmitted a message to Xue Chou, "That item is indeed on him."
Just now, when Tuo Yan struck the young man from the Chen Clan, he took the opportunity to steal his storage bag. With a Saint King's speed, few present could see this small movement.
But Zhang Ruochen not only saw through everything but also heard Tuo Yan's transmission to Xue Chou.
"As expected, there is something fishy. The true purpose of these two Saint Kings is likely some item on that young man from the Chen Clan. What kind of item requires a Saint to personally escort it, and attracts two Saint Kings to steal it?"
Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment, then walked over to the dying young man from the Chen Clan. He took out a healing sacred pill and fed it to him.
The medicinal properties of the sacred pill spread out, forming a layer of sacred light that enveloped him.
The wound on his chest healed rapidly.
The cultivators of the Kunlun Realm saw this and were first stunned, then moved.
"It seems not all cultivators from the Heavenly Court are evil. There are some with kind hearts."
But Tuo Yan and Xue Chou's expressions turned cold.
They had chased for who knows how many thousands of miles, only to arrive before that young man from the Chen Clan could return to the Eastern Domain Sacred City, intending to kill him and silence him. Now, someone actually wanted to save him?
This was absolutely not allowed.
Tuo Yan said darkly, "Sir, you are meddling too much. One who insults a Saint King must die."
"One should be forgiving when possible," Zhang Ruochen said calmly.
Tuo Yan could not see through the depth of this cripple before him and did not dare to act rashly. "I am Tuo Yan of the Heavenly Son Sacred Mansion. May I ask how to address you?"
"The Heavenly Son Sacred Mansion is a first-rate sacred land in the Holy Marsh Realm, truly renowned. But your name, I have never heard of. You must be a nobody, right? A nobody is not worthy of knowing my name," Zhang Ruochen said.
Tuo Yan's eyelids twitched, and black murderous aura seeped from his eyes.
Zhang Ruochen stood there with his hands behind his back, yet he gave Tuo Yan a feeling of looking up at a towering mountain, making him dare not act rashly.
The cultivators of the Kunlun Realm around them all secretly felt a sense of satisfaction.
A moment later, the young man from the Chen Clan let out a faint sound, seemingly about to wake up.
Tuo Yan and Xue Chou could not wait any longer and attacked almost simultaneously.
Tuo Yan mobilized a large number of sacred dao rules, covering his entire body. A palm strike shot out, and the palm force and sacred dao rules turned into a swirling wind, locking Zhang Ruochen in place.
Xue Chou, with lightning speed, shot out a thin, formless sacred needle aimed at the young man from the Chen Clan's brow.
Their true purpose was to silence him.
"Ding."
A crisp sound rang out.
The sacred needle was struck by Xie Chengzi's finger and sent flying.
At the same time, Tuo Yan let out a miserable scream and fell heavily to the ground, headless, with sacred blood flowing from his neck.
"Bang."
After a long moment, a bloody head fell to the ground like a ball.
No one present saw how Tuo Yan's head was severed. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
But what was certain was that it must have been the masked cripple who killed him.
This was true strength—killing a Saint King as easily as slaughtering a pig or dog.
Xue Chou was terrified, his face pale. He involuntarily stepped back, glancing behind him as if searching for something.
But Zhang Ruochen paid him no attention. He moved his lips slightly and issued a command to Xie Chengzi.
Xie Chengzi then walked over to Tuo Yan's corpse and retrieved a storage bag.
Seeing Xie Chengzi take the storage bag, Xue Chou's face grew even more panicked.
"Bang."
Suddenly, the storage bag in Xie Chengzi's hand exploded, turning into a ball of ghostly blue flame.
The fragments of the storage bag fell to the ground like fire butterflies, turning into black ash.
At some point, a figure had appeared beside Xue Chou, holding a white bone fan. It was a strikingly handsome young man. On the white bone fan, wisps of ghostly fire flickered faintly.
It was he who had destroyed the storage bag.
Seeing this handsome young man, Xue Chou's heart steadied, and his expression gradually returned to normal. He was about to use spiritual power to transmit a message to report something, but the handsome young man stopped him.
The handsome young man smiled and said, "Your spiritual power is too weak. Others can hear what you say."
Murmurs of surprise arose around them as someone recognized the handsome young man's identity.
"Hua Cangying, the top expert of the Heavenly Son Sacred Mansion. How could it be him?"
"A hundred years ago, Hua Cangying had already reached the Nine-Step Saint King realm. I wonder how powerful he has become now."
"Hua Cangying heading to the Eastern Domain Sacred City is probably also to seize a hundred-thousand-year ancient sacred medicine."
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Hua Cangying's reputation was immense, and many cultivators had heard of his name.
Xie Chengzi was quite furious. His master had ordered him to retrieve something, and now it had been destroyed. How was he to explain this to his master?
"Soul-Shocking Finger."
Xie Chengzi's right hand's five fingers radiated overwhelming evil qi, covering the entire White Dragon Ferry.
A shadow of a red-eyed, green-haired evil demon emerged behind Xie Chengzi, bursting forth with incredible speed and charging at Hua Cangying.
"Bang."
Hua Cangying stood still, unmoving, merely opening his white bone fan to block Xie Chengzi's full-force finger strike.
The force of this clash was terrifying, shattering the White Dragon Ferry.
A collision comparable to Nine-Step Saint Kings—let alone Half-Saints and Saints, even Saint Kings might not withstand the shockwaves of the battle.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen extended both palms, forming enormous sacred qi hand seals. The sacred qi hand seals were like two sacred clouds, enveloping all the cultivators on the ferry within his palms, preventing them from being killed by the shockwaves.
A moment later, Zhang Ruochen, Xie Chengzi, Hua Cangying, and Xue Chou fell from midair and landed on the ground of the Eastern Domain Sacred City.
Zhang Ruochen dispersed the sacred qi, and the people within his two great hand seals all fell to the ground.
Hua Cangying stared at Zhang Ruochen and Xie Chengzi, then smiled, "I didn't expect that just by taking a ferry, I would encounter two masters who hide their true strength. I have been remiss earlier. How should I address the two of you?"
"You are not worthy of knowing my master's name," Xie Chengzi said.
A flicker of surprise passed through Hua Cangying's eyes. He clearly had not expected that this expert, whose combat power rivaled a Nine-Step Saint King, was merely a servant of that cripple.
"No matter your identities, since you killed Tuo Yan, the Heavenly Son Sacred Mansion will not let this go. This enmity is now sealed."
Having said this, Hua Cangying fanned his white bone fan, forming a ball of ghostly fire that enveloped him and Xue Chou, and they vanished from the spot.
Only a still-burning pile of fire remained on the ground.
"Master, I will pursue them," Xie Chengzi said.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head. "Hua Cangying's strength is formidable. Even if you use Truth Rule, you may not be his match. For now, do not stir up unnecessary trouble. Let us first attend to our main business."