Chen Ping smiled. “Divine patterns are indeed the manifestation of heaven and earth rules, but activating the rules relies on the control of spiritual energy, not bloodline.
Although I am not of the divine race, I can still draw talismans that suppress divine patterns.”
He flicked his fingertip, and an evil-breaking talisman appeared out of thin air. The runes on it flowed, faintly carrying fluctuations that restrained golden divine patterns.
Chen Ping had learned from the Divine Pattern Ancestor and the Array Demon, all direct transmissions. This Wei Feng talking about divine patterns in front of Chen Ping was like playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong.
Wei Feng’s pupils contracted, and he asked again. “Then in the ‘Myriad Laws Compendium’ it says ‘Cultivation should proceed step by step, one cannot seek to skip stages’, do you dare say this is wrong?”
“Step by step is the foundation, but not an iron rule.”
Chen Ping shook his head. “Back then, the human race ancestor had an epiphany in desperation, breaking through two major realms overnight from Earth Immortal to Heavenly Immortal. Was that also by the book? Cultivation is like rowing against the current, sometimes sinking the boat can open a new path.”
He quoted classics and scriptures, from human race ancient books to cultivation examples, refuting Wei Feng’s questions one by one until he was thoroughly defeated.
The surrounding students gradually gathered around, listening to Chen Ping’s words. Many showed thoughtful expressions.
Wei Feng’s forehead veins bulged. In terms of knowledge, he was completely no match, and could only become angry from embarrassment. “Empty talk harms the country! Cultivation ultimately depends on strength!
You, a waste at the first rank of Earth Immortal Realm, even if you speak eloquently, cannot change the fact that you are weak! If you have the ability, let’s compete, see how I teach you, this ignorant human race!”
As he spoke, golden divine patterns lit up around his body, the aura of seventh rank Earth Immortal Realm burst forth, obviously truly enraged.
Zi Yuan frowned. “Wei Feng, do not be rude!”
But where would Wei Feng listen? He stared at Chen Ping, his tone vicious. “What? Scared? Were you not very eloquent just now? Now let you know, in the face of absolute strength, your fallacious reasoning is worthless!”
Chen Ping looked at his furious appearance, the corner of his mouth hooked into a cold arc. “Compete then, but I have a condition.”
“What condition?” Wei Feng thought he was begging for mercy, a smug smile appeared on his face.
“If I win, you must admit that what the divine kingdom academy teaches is not necessarily all truth.” Chen Ping’s gaze swept over the surrounding students. “Moreover, admit that divine race cultivators are not necessarily nobler than human race cultivators.”
Wei Feng agreed without thinking. “Good! If you lose, kneel down and kowtow to me, slap yourself, and get out of the divine capital!”
Chen Ping’s mouth hooked into an amused smile. “No problem. But I do not hold back in fights. If Young Master Wei gets injured, do not cry and complain to Lord Wei Li.”
“Arrogant!” Wei Feng roared angrily, his figure flashed, golden spiritual energy condensed into a fist, carrying the sound of breaking wind straight towards Chen Ping’s face!
“Puchi…”
Chen Ping’s eyes were full of disdain, the Dragon Slaying Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, casually slashing once.
The sound of blood splattering was particularly piercing in the quiet academy courtyard, warm blood beads splashed on the bluestone slabs, instantly blooming into striking red flowers.
That seventh rank Earth Immortal Realm Wei Feng stiffened in place, his pupils suddenly contracted, staring fixedly at his empty right arm.
The place where the arm should have been connected now only had a smooth wound, the meridians at the break were still crazily surging spiritual energy and blood outwards, intense pain like a tide instantly overwhelming his mind.
“Ah, my hand!”
A shrill scream suddenly exploded, Wei Feng staggered back two steps, his other hand pressing hard on the wound, the arrogance and haughtiness on his face instantly torn apart by terror and pain.
The look he gave Chen Ping was full of incredulous venom. “You dare injure me? I am the son of the divine kingdom’s Lord Wei Li, you, a lowly human race cultivator, dare to sever my arm!”
