Chapter 173 - 108: My Students Are the Greatest Wealth of My Life

Chapter 173: Chapter 108: My Students Are the Greatest Wealth of My Life

"H-How is this possible?!"

Missionary No. 7 stared at Missionary No. 2, who had just been killed by Lu Chen in a single punch. A bone-piercing chill instantly shot up his spine, spreading all the way to his crown. Fear. Boundless fear. Sword Intent, Fist Intent... This First High School student actually had another trump card?!

As the former Body Cultivation Teacher of Third High School, Missionary No. 7 was incredibly familiar with this punch. It was the exact same strike the Gold-devouring Ant-man had thrown at Lu Chen at the very end of the three-school joint mock exam. Without a doubt, Lu Chen had learned this punch from it.

The moment this thought appeared in his mind, his blood ran cold. Could it be that he learned it from that Nine Netherworld Gold-devouring Ant-man during the mock exam? But to comprehend a Fist Intent after seeing it just once... was this kid even human? These were methods only an Immortal would possess!

Missionary No. 7 had not only witnessed Lu Chen’s performance at the joint exam with his own eyes; he had also secretly investigated a lot of information regarding the boy. Thus, he was well aware that Lu Chen’s transformation had occurred within just the past six months. The sudden improvement in Lu Chen’s Talent could still be explained by a high compatibility with the Purple Mist Health Cultivation Technique. His Sword Dao Talent could also be described as years of steady accumulation finally paying off. But what about the Fist Technique?

In his previous investigations, Lu Chen had never studied any Fist Techniques. If Lu Chen’s Comprehension was truly this heaven-defying, why hadn’t he shown a single hint of it before? Something was wrong. There was definitely something fishy going on.

In the blink of an eye, numerous thoughts flashed through Missionary No. 7’s mind. However, he wasn’t sitting in some relaxing cafe right now; he was in the middle of a fierce battlefield. Zoning out would only expose a fatal flaw!

Seeing Missionary No. 7 suddenly freeze, Chen Fugui immediately seized the opportunity. Secret Technique... Money Power Technique! Chen Fugui violently tossed out numerous Flying Swords from his Storage Pouch, directly blanketing every possible evasion route for Missionary No. 7. Although he couldn’t control all the Flying Swords as easily as moving his own arm, he didn’t need to go that far. Because in his hands, these Flying Swords were nothing more than single-use guided missiles!

Staring at the massive barrage of Flying Swords surrounding him, Missionary No. 7’s heart instantly sank.

BOOM BOOM BOOM...

Amidst a dense series of explosions from the Flying Swords, Missionary No. 7’s figure instantly disappeared into the flames. Seeing this, Chen Fugui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, "It should... be over, right?"

"Watch out!"

Just as Chen Fugui relaxed his guard, Lu Chen’s Cyan Lotus Pupils caught sight of something through the explosive flames, prompting him to immediately shout a warning. Thanks to this, Chen Fugui instinctively activated the Defense Talisman on his body, forming a hard Spiritual Barrier around himself.

Almost the exact instant he activated the Talisman, a palm arrived right in front of his chest. But even so, his numerous Talismans—each capable of blocking a full-strength strike from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator—shattered on the spot the moment they made contact with that palm. After breaking through the Talismans, the palm landed softly against his chest.

THUD!

Even though it seemed like a casual strike, Chen Fugui’s body immediately flew backward. Lu Chen hurriedly caught Chen Fugui mid-air and landed on the ground.

Looking at Chen Fugui’s caved-in chest and the agonized expression on his face, Lu Chen knew there was a high probability he could no longer continue fighting. Under the gaze of Lu Chen’s Cyan Lotus Pupils, it was clear that not only had numerous organs in Chen Fugui’s body been displaced, but many of his bones had also been shattered. Such injuries were nearly fatal, even for a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Without any hesitation, Lu Chen immediately pulled Healing Elixirs from his Storage Pouch and stuffed them all into Chen Fugui’s mouth, barely managing to stabilize his injuries.

Just as Lu Chen was about to do more, Chen Fugui grabbed his hand and struggled to say, "Go... hurry up and go. This guy... is at the Golden Core stage." As he spoke, Chen Fugui pushed Lu Chen away and forced himself to stand up despite his heavy injuries.

Not far from the two, a plain-looking cook wearing a chef’s hat stood calmly in front of Missionary No. 7. It was precisely his appearance that had helped Missionary No. 7 block Chen Fugui’s Flying Sword attack. He was also the one who had heavily injured Chen Fugui with a single palm strike in an instant.

Accomplishing all of this was absolutely not something an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator could do. After all, the items on Chen Fugui were all high-quality goods. Although his previous Protective Magical Artifacts had all been destroyed in the battles against Missionaries No. 7 and No. 2, the remaining Talismans he had on hand were also purchased at a heavy price. A single Talisman could withstand the full-strength attack of an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, let alone so many Talismans being triggered all at once. For that cook to still be able to shatter Chen Fugui’s Defense Talismans with a single palm under such circumstances... it went without saying what level of Cultivation he possessed. If he wasn’t at the Golden Core stage, he was absolutely close to it.

He was the Vice Altar Master of the Black Lotus Sect, the former head chef of the Luocheng First High School cafeteria, Hao Fu.

Looking at Chen Fugui, who insisted on standing up even in this situation, Hao Fu set down an unconscious First High School student he was holding and sighed. "Old Chen, I already held back. Why must you still stand up? Don’t make this difficult for me."

Chen Fugui did not immediately respond to Hao Fu’s words, but instead looked at his feet. The unconscious person Hao Fu had been holding, now lying on the ground... was actually Bian Shouyi, who was supposed to be at the White Tiger Statue in the West. With Bian Shouyi appearing here right now, it was already crystal clear what the situation on the western side of the school was.