Supreme Master - Chapter 56: Thunderclap

Translator – Misty

Chapter 56: Thunderclap

Qing Ning’s brows furrowed sharply when Mu Zibai suddenly made his declaration. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing much,” Mu Zibai replied, his tone calm. “I just think these crystal shards should belong to everyone.”

His eyes were fixed on the crystal shards embedded in the formation core. Despite his effort to mask his greed with an indifferent expression, the flicker of desire in his eyes betrayed him.

Qing Ning, having known Mu Zibai for years, immediately caught on to his intentions. “Mu Zibai, he saved us. You can’t do this!”

“He just did us a favor. That hardly counts as saving our lives,” Mu Zibai said nonchalantly. “Besides, since we entered this cave dwelling together, it’s only fair we help each other. If he were in danger, I wouldn’t hesitate to help him either. But a favor is a favor—rules are rules. Just because he helped us doesn’t mean he gets to keep all the resources for himself. You should understand that much.”

“I agree that’s the rule,” Qing Ning said, her voice tinged with frustration. “But he’s been acting alone this whole time. He wasn’t with us when we entered.”

“That’s not an excuse,” Mu Zibai’s tone turned sharp. “Qing Ning, don’t forget—I discovered this cave first. Allowing him in was already a great favor!”

“You—”

Qing Ning was left speechless. Despite her prestigious background from the Jiuhua Alliance, she knew Mu Zibai well enough to recognize his greed when faced with these crystal shards.

In a seemingly gentle tone, Mu Zibai said, “Fellow cultivator, these crystal shards belong to everyone. I advise you to hand them over.”

Opposite them, Gu Qingfeng remained by the formation core, calmly collecting the shards of the Purple-Gold Sunlight Crystal. His movements were meticulous and deliberate. His expression remained indifferent, but the faint smirk on his lips betrayed his disdain.

“I just saved your lives, and now you’re trying to rob me? Kid, that’s low, even for you.”

“Sorry, but rules are rules,” Mu Zibai said, his anger growing as Gu Qingfeng continued collecting shards. “I’ll say it again—those shards belong to everyone. Hand them over.”

“And if I don’t?”

“If you don’t,” Mu Zibai sneered, “then don’t blame me for being rude.”

Gu Qingfeng let out a cold laugh, his voice dripping with scorn. “In this world, fighting for unclaimed treasures isn’t wrong. If you’ve got the ability, the courage, and the power to take them, then by all means, try. But tell me, kid, do you have what it takes? Can you beat me?”

“Oh?”

Mu Zibai examined Gu Qingfeng carefully, trying to discern whether his confidence was real or a bluff. But Gu Qingfeng’s calm demeanor gave nothing away.

“You don’t even know who I am or what my strength is, yet you dare to challenge me?” Gu Qingfeng tilted his head. “Have you considered the consequences? What if you lose? Not only will you fail to get the shards, but you might lose your life as well. Thought about that? Think carefully before you act.”

“Are you trying to scare me?” Mu Zibai’s voice turned cold.

“Scare you? You flatter yourself,” Gu Qingfeng said lazily. “I’m only saying this because you’re a disciple of the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect. That’s all.”

Gu Qingfeng harbored a complicated sentiment toward the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect, for it carried memories from his youth—some bitter, some unforgettable.

Though he didn’t wish to oppose its disciples, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

Everyone familiar with Gu Qingfeng knew he was a man of principle. Whether it was a warning, advice, or mercy, he only offered it once. If ignored, he never repeated himself.

And Mu Zibai, clearly, wasn’t listening.

“I’ll say this one last time,” Mu Zibai warned coldly. “Those shards belong to everyone.”

As Gu Qingfeng ignored him, Mu Zibai sneered. “Let’s see how arrogant you can be after I defeat you!”

He stepped forward, ready to attack. But Qing Ning swiftly blocked his path. “Mu Zibai! You can’t do this!”

“Qing Ning! Why are you siding with an outsider? Don’t forget, I was the one who brought you here!”

“I’m grateful for that. But he saved our lives—we can’t be ungrateful!”

“Move aside, Qing Ning!”

She stood firm, unwavering.

“You—”

Fury twisted Mu Zibai’s features. Despite his status as the chief of the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect’s Twelve Courtyards, her higher cultivation level made it difficult for him to act rashly.

At that moment, a stone door creaked open. Four or five people entered—Li Qiandong, Huang Yao, and two others from the Wind and Fire Sect, Huo Yong and Zhang Hengsheng.

“Huang Yao, what happened to you?”

Huang Yao looked pale and bloodied, clutching his chest while being supported by Li Qiandong. Both Qing Ning and Mu Zibai were shocked.

“Did you encounter danger?” Qing Ning asked with concern.

“It was him! He attacked me!” Huang Yao roared, pointing at Gu Qingfeng.

“What?” Qing Ning was stunned. “Could this be a misunderstanding?”

“No misunderstanding, Daoist Qing Ning,” Li Qiandong said. “We were waiting outside when he suddenly attacked without reason.”

Qing Ning turned to Gu Qingfeng.

“That’s right,” Gu Qingfeng said calmly without pausing his shard collection.

“You—” Qing Ning was at a loss for words.

“Now you see his true nature!”

With newfound justification, Mu Zibai no longer hesitated. His spiritual energy surged, ready to strike.

“Mu Zibai, don’t be reckless!”

Meanwhile, Huang Yao, blinded by rage, ignored his injuries and unleashed the Thunderclap Palm toward Gu Qingfeng. Li Qiandong joined in, confident with Mu Zibai by his side.

But they had vastly underestimated their opponent.

Before Huang Yao’s attack could land, Gu Qingfeng casually slapped him on the crown of his head. Bang! Blood burst from his orifices as he collapsed, unconscious.

Li Qiandong, terrified by how swiftly Huang Yao was defeated, tried to retreat. Too late—Gu Qingfeng’s kick sent him crashing to the ground, his bones fracturing on impact.

Everyone froze, stunned by the swift, brutal display.

“You dare!”

Mu Zibai, furious, summoned a flying sword, its light flashing as he attacked. As the chief of the Twelve Courtyards with a Ninth level Foundation Establishment and a Colorful Foundation, his sword arts were honed to near perfection.

“Foolish.”

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes narrowed. With a casual wave, the flying sword shattered into countless fragments. A powerful kick followed, sending Mu Zibai flying against the hall’s wall. Before he could rise, Gu Qingfeng seized his throat and slammed him back down.

Bang!

Mu Zibai’s protective Colorful Spirit Shield activated instantly but was shattered by Gu Qingfeng’s overwhelming force.

Bang! Bang!

Two more strikes—Mu Zibai’s glow faded, his robes torn, utterly defeated.

(End of Chapter)