Chapter Fifty-Nine: An Overwhelming Blast! (Please vote for recommendations!)

“Not good.”
“Let’s go.”
Liu Qingchang, Yan Chonghu, and Chen Xuanhao saw Xue Hongwei rushing toward them, their faces changed dramatically as they retreated at lightning speed.
“Out of my way!”
Qin Feng roared angrily, his arm swelling with power as he raised the Heaven-shaking Hammer and hurled it like a hidden weapon straight at Xue Hongwei.
Xue Hongwei heard the whistling sound, looked up, and his expression shifted abruptly.
He felt the terrifying force carried by the Heaven-shaking Hammer and wanted to dodge, but the hammer covered such a wide area that escape was impossible.
“Kill!”
Xue Hongwei’s eyes bulged, and with a furious roar, he thrust his black spear forward.
With a thunderous crash, the black spear bent under the impact of the Heaven-shaking Hammer, and Xue Hongwei was blasted away by the immense force.
Blood sprayed from Xue Hongwei’s mouth, his body slammed to the ground, bones fractured in multiple places, leaving him unable to move.
His cultivation was at the early Commander level, with a strength of thirty thousand catties. To withstand Qin Feng’s full-force blow—over one hundred twenty thousand catties of terrifying power—and survive was a stroke of luck.
“Damn it!”
The ancestor of Qinghe’s face changed sharply, intent on escaping.
“It’s too late to run now!”
Qin Feng rose swiftly, wielding the Heaven-shaking Hammer in a frenzy, hammering relentlessly at the ancestor of Qinghe.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Each swing of Qin Feng’s hammer struck the ground, carving out a massive pit, shaking the house as if an earthquake had struck.
He exerted all his strength, muscles and skin tearing and healing repeatedly, the pain immense.
Yet Qin Feng seemed oblivious to the agony, unleashing blow after blow at full force.
The ancestor of Qinghe could neither fight back nor defend, forced to dodge helplessly.
A hammer struck the ancestor’s chest, sending his body flying, blood spraying from his mouth.
The blow left his bones aching throughout his body, nearly causing him to lose consciousness.
“Die!”
Qin Feng darted forward, hammer descending, the overwhelming force of the Heaven-shaking Hammer obliterating the ancestor of Qinghe.
With a long exhale, Qin Feng gripped the bloodstained Heaven-shaking Hammer and strode toward Xue Hongwei.
Bang.

Xue Hongwei’s face twisted in terror, dragging himself back with his arms, retreating quickly.
Boom!
Qin Feng stepped forward, stomping heavily on Xue Hongwei’s chest, and brought the hammer down on his head.
Xue Hongwei’s skull was struck, buried deep in the ground, shattered to pieces—dead beyond doubt.
Qin Feng, having slain both the ancestor of Qinghe and Xue Hongwei, relaxed his mind, spitting out the blood pooled in his mouth.
A tide of pain surged within, tormenting his spirit and distorting his features.
“Liu Qingchang, Yan Chonghu, clean up!”
Qin Feng ordered Liu Qingchang and Yan Chonghu, striding toward the least damaged room, swiftly swallowing two century-old spiritual herbs to accelerate healing for his body.
“This…”
“Such a battle could crush a mountain, couldn’t it?”
Liu Qingchang and Yan Chonghu gazed at the ruins before them, stunned and awestruck.
“Is that Xiao Feng?”
Chen Xuanhao recalled the figure from moments ago, like a god or demon, unable to believe his own eyes.
“Fortunately, Master Qin won—otherwise, even Blackwind Stronghold could not stop such a powerful foe!”
“A Commander-level expert wields such terrifying power. It’s unimaginable how mighty a King-level expert must be.”
“With Master Qin’s talent, he will surely reach the King realm. When he achieves the Dao, all those close to him will rise alongside!”
“Who knows, maybe I’ll attain the Commander realm myself, gaining this kind of fearsome strength.”
Liu Qingchang was deeply shaken.
…
“I never imagined he not only survived, but also slew the ancestor of Qinghe.”
“If he can kill the ancestor, why not invite him to join Yuntian Prefecture?”
“No matter how he accomplished it, a fifteen-year-old Commander is a fact. If I report this to the imperial court, revealing such a prodigy may earn me rewards.”
“If I cultivate a good relationship with him, when he soars in the future, I too can rise with him.”
Zuo Taoming, the prefect of Yuntian, received the news, his face showing shock as he fell into deep thought, murmuring to himself.
“Someone, summon Commander Lin to see me!”
The prefect called out loudly.
…
It was two full days before Qin Feng emerged from the room. Outside, Liu Qingchang, Yan Chonghu, and Chen Xuanhao waited anxiously, guarding him.
“Master Qin.”
“Master Qin?”
“Xiao Feng, how are you? Should we call Mr. Liu?”
Yan Chonghu, Liu Qingchang, and Chen Xuanhao hurriedly approached as Qin Feng stepped out, concerned.

“No longer a problem.”
Qin Feng saw their worried faces, bloodshot eyes from lack of rest, and was moved in his heart.
“Master Qin, these are the spoils we found on the remains of the ancestor of Qinghe and Xue Hongwei.”
Yan Chonghu handed Qin Feng a bundle.
“Let’s hope there’s something worthwhile.”
Qin Feng’s eyes lit up as he quickly opened the bundle, revealing two items inside.
A pair of silver-white gloves inscribed with the characters for Profound Yin, and a book bound in beast skin.
“Master Qin, only these two items remained intact on their bodies. Everything else was shattered.”
“Xue Hongwei’s black spear was extraordinary, but you destroyed it—it would have to be reforged to be usable.”
Yan Chonghu remembered the ancestor of Qinghe being blasted apart, his lips twitching with regret.
The ancestor was a late-stage Commander, Xue Hongwei an early-stage Commander; surely they carried many banknotes, but all were destroyed by Qin Feng.
Boom!
Qin Feng picked up the gloves and tugged at them forcefully—nothing happened, attesting to their quality.
Clang!
Qin Feng drew Liu Qingchang’s long blade and tested it on the gloves. Not a scratch, not even a mark.
He set the gloves on the ground, raised the blade, and slashed down—still no damage.
“An excellent treasure!”
Qin Feng tucked the gloves away, his face beaming with joy.
With these, his fists could now clash with weapons head-on.
“Ninefold Wave Technique?”
Qin Feng picked up the beast skin book, a martial arts manual. As he read carefully, his delight deepened with each page.
This technique was extraordinary—a cultivation method for the Commander realm!
He had previously advanced to late-stage Guardian, and was seeking a Commander-level technique; now it had arrived effortlessly.
With the Ninefold Wave Technique in hand, Qin Feng could contemplate breaking through to the Commander realm.
…
“Commander Qin, the prefect has approved your entry into Yuntian Prefecture.”
“The prefect instructed me to tell you to report to the prefectural office within half a month.”
Lin Xiao raised his tea, adopting a humble posture before Qin Feng, smiling as he spoke.
Since receiving the news, he was still in awe that Qin Feng had not only survived but also slain the ancestor of Qinghe.