Chapter 432: Mi Xian Shows Its Power

“Where is this?”
Lin Feng fell headfirst into an invisible membrane. Though it was only for a brief moment, he still sensed a strong spatial force. Shouting “Damn it!” in his heart, he realized he must have fallen into some special space.
His vision blurred, and soon he saw that he was in a completely unfamiliar world. An inexplicable pressure filled the air, giving people an extremely uncomfortable sense of oppression.
At this moment, he was high in the sky, able to clearly see the towering mountains and endless plains below…
“Could this be the internal space of that magical artifact, that mysterious pagoda?”
Whoosh!
Su Che’s figure appeared out of nowhere, appearing a thousand feet away from Lin Feng.
“Tian Yu!”
Lin Feng instinctively activated his vital energy, ready to launch the strongest attack to take him down. Perhaps there was only one chance to act—there was no room for hesitation.
Boom!
But just as he drew out a blood-red long sword and before he could unleash the power of this top-tier Dao weapon, an invisible oppressive force descended upon him.
The irresistible pressure made Lin Feng’s expression change drastically. It was as if he were trapped in mud, unable to move. All his vital energy had to be used to resist this pressure, leaving no time to attack Su Che.
“Is it that giant heart?”
In his mind, the terrifying image of that massive heart, seemingly belonging to an ancient demon god, appeared instinctively.
But he was wrong.
“Who dares to intrude in Mi Xian Realm?”
Suddenly, a thunderous, deafening roar echoed across the sky. Then, a giant figure dozens of feet tall appeared a hundred feet away.
“The Witch Clan?”
Lin Feng’s face turned pale instantly. Although the giant before him seemed like a translucent illusion, he could still recognize many characteristics unique to the Witch Clan.
The Witch Clan!
The most terrifying and fearsome race in legends, said to be the ultimate nightmare for all high-level cultivators. For they specialized in stealing the spiritual essences of high-level cultivators. Once cultivators at the Refinement stage or above fell into their hands, they would suffer a tragic fate of complete annihilation…
“How could the Witch Clan be here?” Lin Feng was filled with disbelief. He shouted at Su Che, “Tian Yu, what trick are you playing again?”
“Welcome to Mi Xian Realm.”
Su Che smiled warmly, spreading his arms and gesturing around. “Have you never heard of the name Mi Xian Realm?”
“Mi Xian Realm?”

Lin Feng recalled slightly and immediately thought of that ancient legend: it was precisely because of Mi Xianjing and the Witch Clan’s defiance of heaven that the immortals of the Immortal Realm joined forces to create the Spirit Realm…

“Is this Mi Xianjing?”

Under the invisible pressure, even the simplest action like turning his head to look around seemed extremely difficult for Lin Feng. After a few breaths, he shouted loudly, “No, it’s impossible! You’re a human—how could you possess Mi Xianjing, the sacred land of the Witch Clan?”

Though he said this, his heart was filled with fear, because anything related to the Witch Clan could be linked to disaster for mortal cultivators at the Refining Void stage and above.

Su Che spoke slowly, “There is nothing impossible in this world. Now, it’s time for you to face punishment.”

After saying this, Su Che silently sent an order to the guardians of Mi Xianjing through his mind: “Do not kill her. I want to capture her alive.”

“Yes, my lord,” the guardian replied with a nod.

Up to this point, Su Che still didn’t realize that Xuan Ce before him was actually the familiar Young Master Lin Feng in disguise. He had thought the envoy from the Spirit Realm this time was indeed a woman.

The rigid guardians of Mi Xianjing didn’t care whether Lin Feng was male or female; it was their duty to punish any high-level cultivator who intruded into Mi Xianjing. Moreover, this was an order from their lord.

Whoosh…

It was unclear what method the guardian used, but Lin Feng, under the pressure, suddenly felt an immense, terrifying force pressing in from all directions, as if he would be crushed into pulp in an instant.

“No!”

Unwilling to perish like this, Lin Feng let out a roar, unleashing his intense blood-red true energy with all his might to resist the invisible pressure. In such a situation, even though he possessed powerful abilities, he couldn’t use them, as he was trapped by the invisible pressure, like being sealed in a completely airtight container. Any attack he attempted would first blow him to pieces.

However, this roar was no longer a woman’s voice—it was his own true voice.

Su Che was momentarily stunned and murmured, “This voice… it sounds somewhat familiar…”

“Indeed, it’s familiar,” Lao He, as the spirit of the Immortal Prison, had memory and judgment far surpassing those of humans. He immediately shouted, “It’s definitely that unlucky guy from last time—Young Master Lin Feng. Haha, master, it’s still him as the envoy from the lower world!”

“Oh?”

Su Che certainly had no doubts about Lao Hei’s judgment. At this moment, he couldn’t help but smile inwardly: “So, does that mean he’s fallen into our trap for the second time?”
“Yes, master,” Lao Hei laughed heartily. “That’s why I say he’s a poor wretch.”
“It’s actually him!” Su Che was surprised. “In just three months, he’s managed to rebuild his body and descend to the mortal world again… The tactics of the Spirit Realm are truly formidable.”
Once confirmed that the messenger from the Spirit Realm before him was Lord Linfeng, Su Che felt somewhat relieved, as it meant he hadn’t revealed his secrets in the Spirit Realm, which was why he came down again—still aiming to snatch the Immortal Prison Pagoda from him.
“Men die for wealth, birds for food—this guy is too greedy!” Su Che shook his head in disapproval.
At that moment, Linfeng, under suppression, roared repeatedly, releasing almost all his vital energy, yet still unable to resist that invisible force of pressure.
It should be noted that the Mi Xian Realm was a sacred land of the Witch Clan. The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator who entered, the faster they would die. In fact, even true immortals from the Immortal Realm wouldn’t dare to rashly invade the Witch Clan’s stronghold.
On the contrary, those ordinary creatures who weren’t good at cultivation were regarded by the Mi Xian Guardians as the weakest beings, no different from insects, fish, birds, and beasts, so they weren’t killed.
“Lord Linfeng, are you?”
Su Che took advantage of the situation, adding insult to injury. Smiling, he looked at Linfeng and said slowly, “I really didn’t know just now—it turns out it’s Your Highness who’s making another visit. But this time, though you’ve become a bit smarter and learned to launch surprise attacks, you still underestimated my skills. Having fallen into my trap for the second time, what are your thoughts now?”
Su Che’s mockery would surely have a significant impact on Linfeng’s mental state. He was deliberately making things worse for him to help the Mi Xian Guardians deal with this guy faster.
Su Che didn’t want to kill him but planned to capture him alive, take him to the Immortal Prison, and turn him into his first powerful subordinate at the Lingxu stage.
By then, with Linfeng and Fei Yun working together, along with other forces under his control, he wouldn’t have to worry about facing two or three Lingxu-stage strongmen from the Spirit Realm.