Chapter 15

In the marketplace, which is usually a place where countless people engage in buying and selling, various elements mix, and occasional disputes and fights break out. Although the Rong family prohibits large-scale brawls, they often turn a blind eye to minor squabbles.

However, what is happening in this marketplace now is enough to shock the entire Rong family.

Rong Kexiong pointed forward, and the small sphere in his forehead immediately released a powerful and mysterious force.

Perhaps due to his anger, or perhaps because of his deep hatred for Rong Yitie and his son, Rong Kexiong this time released almost all the power within the sphere.

After testing in the bamboo forest, the energy inside the sphere had already lost a third. Now, when the remaining two-thirds of the energy condensed here, it instantly generated an extremely terrifying吸引力.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

In the air, a terrifying sound seemed to resonate, causing people to tremble.

Then, a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth converged in the same direction.

In just a moment, a human-shaped spirit appeared where Rong Kexiong had pointed.

This spirit had indistinct features but a physique larger than that of a normal warrior.

It lifted its head, and its lifeless, emotionless eyes, like those of a dead fish, stared intently at Rong Yitie and his son.

The entire marketplace had fallen silent.

When Rong Yitie acted forcefully, although some people disapproved, no one was willing to offend him for the sake of a father and son who were destitute and exiled. Therefore, even those who had the qualifications to intervene chose to remain silent.

However, no one expected Rong Kexiong to burst out at this moment.

Seeing the spirit that suddenly appeared, most people were speechless and at a loss. However, those who knew the origin of the spirit were completely stunned.

This is a spirit, a spirit with the strength comparable to a cultivator, as legend has it.

"Kill... them."

Rong Kexiong's eyes were bloodshot, his mind lost due to his father's injuries. At this moment, he hated Rong Yitie and his son to the bone.

Upon receiving the order from its master, the spirit immediately stepped forward and swung its fists at Rong Yitie.

Rong Yitie was horrified. He looked at the spirit and the blood-stained youth with disbelief, knowing that he had caused a significant trouble today.

However, he would not sit back and wait to die.

He stepped back, and his fists struck out fiercely, with surging true qi pouring out from his body.

After a loud explosion, everyone was surprised to find that the spirit summoned by Rong Kexiong was no match for Rong Yitie and was violently thrown away.

"An initial-stage Spirit Warrior." Rong Yitie breathed a sigh of relief.

A mere initial-stage Spirit Warrior was not worth his fear.

However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, the spirit he had thrown away pounced again.

"Hmph." Rong Yitie snorted and struck out with his fists, repeatedly pushing the spirit back.

However, after more than ten times, his face showed a slight change.

He realized that although he had pushed the spirit back more than ten times, it still charged forward fearlessly, seemingly determined to kill them.

What shocked him even more was that after more than ten clashes of true qi, the spirit's strength did not weaken at all but became even stronger.

This spirit was very different from ordinary spirits.

During combat, it could continuously absorb external spiritual energy, keeping its body at peak condition.

Although Rong Yitie was a late-stage Spirit Warrior, the spirit he faced was not an ordinary Spirit Warrior.

This was the most powerful spirit warrior created by Rong Kexiong using the remaining two-thirds of the power in his forehead. Although its aura was only at the initial stage, its combat strength was at the peak of this stage. Moreover, it had a powerful recovery ability, and no matter how much it was pushed back, it would always return to its original state when it charged forward again.

"Bang..."

Rong Yitie struck out again, pushing the spirit back. At this moment, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Only then did he remember something.

Spirit Warriors have a nickname: the indestructible cockroach. Unless one's strength is overwhelming and can destroy the spirit with a single move, encountering a spirit's纠缠 is the most troublesome thing for a cultivator.

Because these spirits fight without regard for their lives, each clash results in mutual injuries, and as a human, he would never be willing to die with the spirit.

"Boy, quickly control your spirit, or I won't be polite." Rong Yitie shouted, his voice strained.

Rong Kexiong looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with hatred, and ignored Rong Yitie's words.

"Fine." Rong Yitie steeled his heart and said, "Kexin, go and capture them."

Rong Kexin, who had been stunned by the series of events, came to his senses at his father's words. He responded and circled around the spirit, running toward Rong Kexiong.

Rong Kexiong's heart tightened, and he mentally commanded the spirit to intercept the opponent. However, Rong Yitie, being a late-stage Spirit Warrior, moved forward with lightning speed, entangling the spirit.

Although the spirit had only the strength of an initial-stage Spirit Warrior and was a tough opponent that could not be defeated, once it was intercepted by Rong Yitie, it could not break through.

In the crowd, the beautiful woman looked at Rong Kexiong in surprise and said slowly, "So he is a Spirit Gatherer. No wonder he could shock Grandfather Xuan."

Rong Jieyan chuckled and said, "Xiao'er, do you know that he discovered his spirit talent today?"

"What?" The beautiful woman looked incredulous. "Today?"

"Yes."

"But..." The woman hesitated for a moment and asked, "Grandfather Xuan, how long has he been cultivating spirit energy?"

"According to my knowledge, today is the first time he absorbed spirit energy."

"First time absorbing spirit energy, and he can summon a spirit?" The beautiful woman was full of disbelief, and her expressive eyes seemed to clearly write: "You're lying."

Rong Jieyan smiled bitterly and said, "Why would I lie to you? If not for this, why would I leave my leisurely life and come to observe his character?"

The beautiful woman finally believed him and looked at Rong Kexiong with a different gaze.

At this moment, seeing Rong Kexin approaching with a sinister smile, she frowned and said, "Grandfather Xuan, if you don't act now, I can't hold back."

Rong Jieyan smiled and said, "It's time. Hmph, these two guys are really disgraceful and need a good lesson."

The beautiful woman nodded in agreement and stepped forward, ready to act, but then the situation changed again.

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Seeing Rong Kexin approaching quickly, Rong Yiyang, lying in his son's arms, was extremely anxious.

After his anger subsided, he also felt some regret. If he had known this would happen, he might have taken a step back initially, and the situation might have been different.

He gently pushed his son and whispered, "Kexiong, you must go."

Rong Kexiong was stunned and said with surprise and joy, "Father, are you feeling better?"

Rong Yiyang was furious and said, "Put me down and go. Ask Uncle Ming and Brother De to mediate."

Rong Kexiong's lips curled, and he said stubbornly, "Father, we did nothing wrong."

Rong Yiyang was enraged and tried to scold him, but he could not catch his breath and started coughing violently.

"Hehe, it's too late to run now."

Rong Kexin approached them, feeling confident. Although this boy was unexpectedly a spirit user, at his age, summoning a spirit was already his limit. Moreover, both he and his father were injured, so capturing them would be a great victory.

As for the aftermath of the conflict, that was not his concern.

Rong Kexin extended his hand and grabbed at the other side.

However, at this moment, he clearly saw Rong Kexiong's lips curl slightly, and there was no trace of fear on his face, only a hint of mockery.

He was startled and saw Rong Kexiong raise his hand.

At the tip of his fingers, a small light instantly expanded into a huge light ball.

Then, the light ball flew toward him as if it had wings.

Rong Kexin was not an ordinary inner hall disciple. His elder brother was the top spellcaster among the young generation of the family, so he was well aware of the power of spells.

Seeing the light ball fly toward him, he let out a strange cry and leaped backward as if his feet were springs.

However, although his speed was not slow, it could not match the speed of the light ball.

In just a moment, the light ball caught up with his retreating figure.

"Boom..."

After a loud explosion, his body was pushed backward and crashed heavily into a stall.

The owner of the stall, the middle-aged man who had broken his promise earlier, looked aggrieved. Although he was heartbroken, he did not dare to complain.

Rong Kexin fell to the ground, his chest and abdomen torn, his skin charred black, and his eyes closed, having lost consciousness.

Rong Kexiong sneered inwardly. Although the mysterious power in the sphere was exhausted, there was still some spirit energy in his forehead. After numerous cycles of absorption and release, this energy had gained the ability to attract spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

The sphere was so powerful that even a strong spirit master like Rong Yiyao dared not face it head-on, let alone a mere mid-stage warrior.

"Xin'er..."

Rong Yitie's eyes were bloodshot. He struck out with several fierce punches, trying to force the spirit back. However, the spirit was fearless and ignored the punches, even as they struck its body. It pushed through and came to Rong Yitie's side, striking him with a punch.

Rong Yitie's mouth tasted sweet, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was frustrated, wondering why he had lost his composure and fought the spirit, which was like an old man hanging himself, wishing for a longer life.

As he retreated, he suddenly saw a flash of light from the corner of his eye.

Then, a powerful force struck his back, and he staggered forward a few steps. Before he could steady himself, the spirit's punches rained down on him.

Rong Yitie spat out blood uncontrollably and could no longer hold on. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

However, at this moment, a loud roar suddenly echoed.

"Who dares to cause trouble in the Rong family? Disperse..."

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