Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 143 - 139: Little Overlord Peng Nai!

Chapter 143: Chapter 139: Little Overlord Peng Nai!

Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.

Located behind the South and North Peaks, there’s a hill whose elevation is not very high.

Though the hill isn’t high, it is picturesque, with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers filling the air.

Sparrows and orioles line up on the branches, ensuring the sound of their chirping combines with the cicadas to create a crisp melody.

On the hillside, there is a thatched hut.

An elder farmer with white hair and beard, his white hair casually tied back with coarse cloth, stood shirtless, wielding an axe to split firewood in half.

A stunning Taoist nun, wearing a close-fitting dark blue Taoist robe, with black tasseled hair cascading down her back, came forward holding a duster.

"Little Mei, what brings you here?"

The white-haired elder farmer smiled, put down the axe, drew a bucket of icy water from the well outside the hut, and washed his face.

Moo Yuemei looked at the white-haired elder farmer, bowed slightly, and said, "Holy Master, I would like to borrow the Taiyi Essence Stone as a bearer."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired elder farmer raised his eyebrows, "What? Have you decided to use that Secret Technique to transfer power to that boy?"

"Yes, I’ve made up my mind."

Moo Yuemei nodded with a smile.

The white-haired elder farmer shook his head slightly and said flatly, "According to our Sect’s covert investigation, there’s doubt regarding Xiao Ping’s identity. Many of his neighbors back in his hometown were interfered with. Even so, you’re still willing to take the risk and perform the Secret Technique to transfer power to him?"

At this moment, the tone of the white-haired elder farmer sank as he spoke:

"Little Mei, consider this carefully. If the power transfer fails, only his Tao Foundation will be damaged, but your cultivation could drop drastically, and you might not even be able to maintain your Nirvana Fruit Position. Is it worth it?"

Moo Yuemei, upon hearing this, thought for a moment and said, "Holy Master, I don’t have much time left. Ping’er’s talent is extremely astonishing; he’s the most brilliant disciple I’ve seen since becoming the South Peak Leader. If he takes on the role of South Peak Leader, I can leave in peace."

"The rise of the South Peak was my master’s dying wish."

"It’s a wish I cannot fulfill, but Ping’er’s talent gives it a chance!"

"Therefore, I must seize the time to enhance Ping’er’s cultivation before I depart..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

The white-haired elder farmer frowned and interrupted expressionlessly, "You’re grasping at straws. This boy’s talent is indeed extraordinary, unmatched in the past five hundred years of the South Peak. But he has mysterious origins, and you’re doing so much for him on impulse; aren’t you afraid that Xiao Ping might betray you in the end, making all your efforts a wedding dress for someone else?"

After hearing this.

Moo Yuemei fell silent.

Just as the white-haired elder farmer turned to enter the hut.

Moo Yuemei took a deep breath, her expression calm as she said, "Ping’er indeed has secrets, but I can sense that he harbors no ill will towards me or the entire Celestial Wave Sacred Lands."

"And that, is enough! All else is insignificant!"

"I trust my judgment!"

The white-haired elder farmer paused, glanced deeply at her, and said:

"Are you truly going to be so obstinate?"

Moo Yuemei gritted her teeth and said, "I trust my own judgment."

"Very well, I hope you won’t regret it, and there won’t come a day when I have to personally clean the house." The white-haired elder farmer said lightly.

As the words fell.

Swoosh!

A profound yellow tao radiance-enveloped object shot out from the white-haired elder farmer’s sleeve and landed in Moo Yuemei’s hand.

Instantly overjoyed, Moo Yuemei said, "Thank you, Holy Master!"

...

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Drunken Immortal Tower.

Third floor.

"Hmm? What’s going on?"

Chen Zhixing, Guann Tianyu, and Li Ran, upon hearing the commotion downstairs, all frowned.

"It seems to be people from the North Peak?"

Guann Tianyu said somewhat hesitantly.

"Let’s go down and take a look, we’ll know."

Chen Zhixing was the first to get up and head downstairs.

Guann Tianyu and Li Ran exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

On the first floor of Drunken Immortal Tower.

A group of disciples, wearing black sleeveless tight outfits, exposing their two arms, blocked the entrance.

They all had burly and robust physiques, with high bulging temples and bright, piercing eyes that exuded a strong oppressive aura.

Most of the South Peak disciples had a thin physique, and presently, standing before them, they naturally appeared slightly diminutive in presence.

At the forefront of the group of North Peak disciples were two individuals with the strongest presence.

Both wore sleeveless red shirts, with black belts tightly cinching at the waist.

The one on the left had long drooping arms, resembling an old hanging-armed gibbon, with a pair of dark golden vertical pupils in his eyes!

The one on the right appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, standing almost two meters tall, like an iron tower.

He exuded a wild aura, with surging qi and blood, like a humanoid fierce beast striding out from the wilderness, his presence even subtly surpassing the vertical-pupil man beside him!

"North Peak True Inheritor Nie Xiaolong, and the newly undefeated True Inheritor from the recent recruitment, Little Overlord Peng Nai!" Guann Tianyu said, eyes narrowing.

Chen Zhixing looked towards the two and saw in Nie Xiaolong, with the long drooping arms, a faint echo of dragon elephants roaring, exuding the aura of a True Self.

Whereas Peng Nai, though only at the level of the Divine Travel Ninth Layer, had overwhelming qi and blood, with nine qi blood furnaces faintly revealed behind him. His strength might even surpass that of Nie Xiaolong.

"Please kindly leave, fellow North Peak disciples. Today, the Drunken Immortal Tower has been reserved by our South Peak Saintess."

A South Peak disciple stepped forward, expressionless.

,

As soon as the words were spoken.

A series of mocking laughs erupted from the North Peak disciples’ side.

"Your South Peak really has airs, claiming the reservation just like that?"

"That’s right, acting so domineeringly? Does that mean we’re coming here for nothing?"

"Sorry, today Senior Brother Peng is hosting the North Peak, and he’s reserving the venue!"

After speaking, the North Peak disciple coldly smirked at the South Peak disciples.

"Are you determined to deliberately cause trouble?"

The South Peak disciples’ eyes flickered, their expressions darkened.

The shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Tower saw this and immediately began to sweat profusely, hurriedly coming out to mediate:

"Dear immortals, our Drunken Immortal Tower has several floors. As I see it, perhaps each immortal could occupy one floor..."

Before the shopkeeper could finish his sentence.

"No way!"

Both sides of disciples rejected in unison.

"Why? Obviously, our South Peak arrived first. Why should we give them a floor?"

"Heh, we North Peak have never had the habit of dining together with random people!"

Both groups faced off, unwilling to yield.

In an instant, the atmosphere became extremely tense.

The shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Tower was immediately tongue-tied, not daring to say another word, stamped his foot, and hurriedly retreated to the side.

"These North Peak people probably heard that Junior Sister Li Ran is hosting here today and came to purposely stir trouble..." Guann Tianyu squinted his eyes and said.

"Hmm, makes sense." Chen Zhixing casually agreed, feeling bored and yawning.

To him, such disputes between the peaks manifesting in petty quarrels here.

Are just like children playing house, utterly boring.

Either fight directly, or one group taunts the other endlessly but never engages—it’s truly uninteresting.

If it weren’t for his status, Chen Zhixing might have turned around and left.

"Clearly, North Peak wants to intimidate our South Peak before the big competition, to dampen the spirits of the South Peak disciples. Therefore, even though today’s dispute is merely over the venue, we absolutely cannot yield." Li Ran spoke calmly.

"If we yield, it is as if we concede defeat by three points before the battle even starts."

As the few were conversing.

"You’ve been given a way out, are you really not going to leave?"

The South Peak disciple who spoke earlier stepped forward, his gaze coldly sweeping over the crowd.

Poof!

A large hand suddenly grabbed the neck of that South Peak disciple.

Peng Nai, tall and sturdy like a savage dragon, grabbed the South Peak disciple’s neck and lifted him up, impatiently saying, "Why waste words with them? Tiresome schemes! In my view, let’s take this opportunity to dispose of all these South Peak disciples, then there won’t be any need for the big competition!"

As soon as his words fell.

Boom!!

Peng Nai swung his large hand, directly flinging the South Peak disciple, crashing through several tables and chairs.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaolong’s eyelid twitched. He originally intended to advise Peng Nai not to act impulsively but was left speechless.

"Senior Brother Lin!"

The South Peak disciples saw this, their faces changed immediately.

"Damn it!"

"The big competition between the peaks hasn’t even started, and you’re attacking privately?"

In an instant, the South Peak disciples were furious.

The most hot-tempered Tao Seed, Fum Jiang, sneered angrily and said:

"I want to see just how strong this so-called ’Little Overlord’ really is!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Fum Jiang suddenly produced a Divine Thought Spear in his hand, leaping up, and fiercely thrusting it towards Peng Nai’s Sea of Consciousness.

Peng Nai did not dodge, watching Fum Jiang with interest.

Boom!!

Fum Jiang’s Divine Thought Spear fiercely pierced into Peng Nai’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Got him!"

Fum Jiang’s heart suddenly delighted.

No matter how strong Peng Nai’s physical body is, no matter how astonishing his power, struck directly in the Sea of Consciousness by the Divine Thought Spear, even if not heavily injured, he should instantly lose combat capacity!

"What Little Overlord—merely an empty-headed brute..." Fum Jiang was smirking inwardly.

Poof!

A fan-like large hand instantly reached out, grasping Fum Jiang’s neck.

"Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak! Too weak!!!"

Peng Nai’s physical body began to expand visibly, muscles protruding across his skin like thick tree roots, veins bulging grotesquely like giant serpents, thundering with powerful pulsations.

A giant, six meters tall, with eye corners split open, his white eyeballs filled with thread-like blood vessels, appeared on the scene!

With one hand, he lifted Fum Jiang by the neck, raising him off the ground, grinning with jagged teeth:

"Such feeble strength, who could it kill?!"

As his words fell.

In Fum Jiang’s dazed gaze, Peng Nai grabbed him with one hand and was about to slam him down fiercely.

A terrifying force gathered in his right arm.

His entire right arm seemed to be surging with blood, turning a bright crimson.

If this slam connected, Fum Jiang wouldn’t die but would certainly lose half his life!

"Stop!"

Accompanied by a low shout.

A cold and sharp sword flashed, severing Peng Nai’s arm at the root, and blood sprayed out instantly!