Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 153 "Physics" Persuasion

"A magic artifact?" The old man in the Tang suit, Feng Yue, narrowed his eyes. Although he could tell that the wooden seal was extraordinary, he couldn't immediately discern its true nature. He was confident that his cultivation had reached the late stage of Qi Refining and that he had been immersed in Taoist practices for decades. How could he be afraid of a magic artifact wielded by a junior in the mid-stage of Qi Refining?

"Youngster, you think you can show off in front of the Feng family with this? You're far too naive!"

The man in the training clothes, Feng Lie, roared, "Why waste words with him? Take him down first!"

Chen Anran smiled slightly, his wrist sinking slightly as he gently pushed the Small Universe Seal forward.

"town!"

"Minor Universe Seal, Effect: Can temporarily suppress the spiritual energy of a region."

Chen Anran uttered the word "suppress" softly. The Small Universe Seal in his hand did not emit great light or have the force of thunder. It simply sank slightly, as if invisible ripples swept across the entire carriage and even the surrounding area of ​​tens of meters outside the carriage from him.

Everyone in the carriage paled at the sight.

The once steady and sharp-eyed old man in a Tang suit, Feng Yue, suddenly felt as if the spiritual energy flowing through his body had been instantly drained. The power that had been at his fingertips for decades had vanished without a trace, leaving only the weakness and heaviness inherent in the elderly. He tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, but felt his dantian was empty and his meridians were sluggish. He almost couldn't catch his breath and coughed violently, clutching his chest, his old face turning red.

"My cultivation?! Where is my spiritual power?!" Feng Yue was utterly horrified, his voice trembling and cracking.

The man in the training clothes, Feng Lie, was even more exasperated. "What...what's going on?!"

The other members of the Feng family were in complete chaos. Some frantically tried to circulate their cultivation techniques, nearly choking on their own breath; others tried to stand up but fell back into their seats due to a sudden loss of balance; still others instinctively reached for talismans or magical artifacts, only to find that without spiritual power, those things were no different from scrap paper or metal.

On the other hand, while Qi Lan and Hui Ming also felt that circulating their spiritual energy had become extremely difficult, almost impossible, on Chen Anran's side...

Qi Lan twisted her neck, making a crisp "click" sound. Excitement gleamed in her amber eyes. She grinned, revealing two sharp little fangs: "Hey, can't use magic? Perfect, time to stretch my muscles!"

Although Huiming was not as warlike as Qi Lan, he still put his hands together, lowered his head and murmured a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, since you benefactors have chosen to let 'strength' speak, then this humble monk... shall offend you."

The next moment, the style of the scene changed abruptly.

The carriage, which had just been filled with an air of otherworldly elegance and undercurrents of tension, instantly transformed into a scene of street brawl.

Not to be outdone, Feng Lie roared and charged at Huiming, who seemed to be the "weakest." However, Huiming knocked him down with a clean and decisive kick, followed by a set of basic Buddhist Arhat Fist techniques that left him dizzy and bleeding from his nose.

Feng Yue tried to put on airs as an elder and scold him for "behaving inappropriately," but Qi Lan stepped forward and grabbed his collar.

"Old man, you were the one who talked too much just now!" Qi Lan snorted, punching him in the eye socket.

"Ouch!" Feng Yue cried out in pain, his eye suddenly bruised and black, his former air of superiority completely gone.

The other members of the Feng family wanted to rush forward, but having lost their spiritual power, they were just ordinary people with slightly better physiques. How could they be a match for Qi Lan's demonic physique and Hui Ming's martial monk foundation?

Qi Lan moved like a tiger among sheep, using both fists and feet with lightning speed, targeting the thickest parts of the flesh, beating the group of Feng family members until they cried for their fathers and mothers and fled in terror. Hui Ming, on the other hand, was relatively more "merciful," using grappling and skillful techniques to subdue people and render them unable to resist.

Feng Changyuan tried to break up the fight: "Stop fighting! It's all a misunderstanding! Fellow Daoist Chen! Tell them to stop!" But in the chaos, someone kicked him and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Chaos erupted inside the carriage, with curses, cries of pain, pleas for mercy, and Qi Lan's excited shouts mingling with Hui Ming's calm chanting of Buddhist mantras, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Chen Anran sat leisurely in his original seat, even taking an unopened bottle of mineral water from the terrified young disciple of the Feng family next to him, and slowly taking a sip, as if he were enjoying a farce that had nothing to do with him.

After about three to five minutes, the carriage finally quieted down.

The dozen or so members of the Feng family who came on this trip, including Feng Yue and Feng Lie, were all slumped over in their seats or aisles, their faces bruised and swollen, their clothes disheveled, groaning and moaning, looking utterly pathetic.

Chen Anran then put down the water bottle, and with a thought, put away the Lesser Universe Seal.

The moment their spiritual energy returned, the Feng family members felt a lightness in their bodies and their strength returned, but the pain in their bodies and the frustration in their hearts did not diminish at all. They frantically tried to circulate their energy to heal their injuries, or glared angrily at Chen Anran and the other two, but when they met Qi Lan's lingering gaze and Huiming's calm eyes, they all fell silent, daring not to speak their anger.

Feng Yue covered his bruised eye, trembling with anger, and pointed at Chen Anran: "You...you..."

Chen Anran smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming. "Mr. Feng, could you tell the younger generation what happened to my senior sister there?"

Feng Yue covered his bruised eye, trembling with rage. He pointed at Chen Anran, his lips quivering, unable to utter a complete sentence. He had cultivated for over a hundred years, holding a revered position within the Feng family; how could he have ever suffered such physical humiliation? Especially not in front of a group of juniors, to be punched in the face by a demon woman!

The other members of the Feng family in the carriage were also silent. The experience of being unilaterally crushed after losing their spiritual power was still vivid in their minds. Although their spiritual power had been restored, seeing Chen Anran sitting there leisurely as if nothing had happened, Qi Lan who was rubbing her hands together and still hadn't had enough, and the seemingly peaceful but precise and ruthless monk Huiming, none of them dared to step forward for a moment.

Feng Changyuan got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and looked bitter and helpless.

He knew that Chen Anran was no ordinary person, but he never expected that the other party's methods would be so strange and unpredictable, able to instantly suppress the spiritual energy of an area.

How can they possibly fight like this? The Feng family's proud cultivation foundation has become a joke in the face of the opponent's strange magical artifact.

"Fellow Daoist Chen...," Feng Changyuan took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm, "Why escalate things to this point? Our family has absolutely no ill intentions towards Xiaolu. Feng Lie and I are both her cousins, and Elder Feng Yue is her fourth uncle. How could we possibly harm Xiaolu?"

Other members of the Feng family also spoke up at this time.

"Yes, Sister Xiaolu is doing very well in the family!"

"They feast on meat and fish every day, and their every wish is granted."

"..."