Crossing the Two Realms: From a Trader to an Immortal Emperor - Chapter 8

Chen Le’an couldn’t even be bothered to listen to Bai Fengjiao anymore. He had no interest in wasting time entangling himself with that shameless couple. Instead, he strode straight toward Liu Feng’s flashy luxury car—the one he had been flaunting for ages.

The energy within him surged, a powerful force ready to explode. Then, with a sudden burst, he swung his leg in a fierce strike, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle before slamming directly into the car’s body.

Boom!

A thunderous crash echoed as if the car had been struck by a meteor. In an instant, it shattered into pieces, debris scattering in all directions and bursting apart like a tragic yet dazzling firework.

One of the flying tires arced through the air in a perfect parabola before slamming right into Liu Feng’s already battered head, knocking him completely unconscious.

“Ahhh—!”

Bai Fengjiao let out a sharp scream.

Chen Le’an merely smirked coldly, turned around, and walked away, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation—and the worthless couple lying in the wreckage.

Ahh!

That felt good.

His heart was at peace.

***

By the time Chen Le’an returned to the small inn, the Manager Pang was already waiting outside the door, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

“Master, the pharmaceutical factory has been purchased. Would you like to go inspect it?”

Chen Le’an nodded.

The two of them immediately set off and drive toward the outskirts of the city.

The factory wasn’t particularly large. It can only house around a hundred workers. But despite its modest size, it was well-equipped with a full production line.

This setup would make researching pill formulas far more efficient and convenient.

Chen Le’an nodded in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

The Manager Pang beamed with joy.

Leaning in close, he whispered conspiratorially, “Master, the other things you asked for have also arrived!”

Chen Le’an’s interest was piqued.

Truth be told, he had always been a military enthusiast, but he had never had the chance to handle the real thing before.

The manager looked around warily before pulling out a bag.

Reaching inside, he carefully cradled a dark, round object in his hands.

“Master, this is the grenade you wanted!”

Chen Le’an took it and giving it a slight toss in his palm.

The cool metal had a satisfying heft to it.

“Good. How many do we have?” he asked.

“One hundred! Plus, the latest bulletproof vests and helmets!”

“Only the best for your protection!” the manager said with an eager grin.

Chen Le’an nodded approvingly.

Without hesitation, he transferred a hefty sum of twenty million directly to the manager, including the cost of the pharmaceutical factory.

The manager’s eyes lit up with glee as he saw the transaction go through.

Showering him with gratitude, he quickly left.

Chen Le’an look at the grenades, finally feeling a bit more at ease.

At least now, he had something to stake his life on if it came down to it.

***

It took him a few days to transport all the grenades into the spiritual energy world.

During this time, he focused on refining his Wind God Leg technique, solidifying his cultivation.

The technique was truly formidable—it had increased his speed tenfold.

He moved like a phantom.

That was precisely why he had chosen to cultivate the Wind God Leg.

No matter how strong you are, knowing when to run is always the most important thing.

The only frustrating part was his five-element mixed spiritual root—his natural talent was absolute trash.

Despite days of training, he had made barely any progress.

Still, in the secular world, he had managed to get his hands on a book: “The Thirty-Six Techniques of Hidden Weapons.”

He rigorously practiced grenade-throwing techniques.

Thanks to his Qi Refining Stage Six physique, he had mastered the precise timing of grenade explosions.

Now, he could throw them with pinpoint accuracy—wherever he aimed, he hit.

He even bundled twenty grenades together, creating a cluster bomb with devastating power.

During this time, Old Wan visited him several times.

Each time, his expression grew graver.

The Liu family’s enforcers had started tracking clues.

It wouldn’t be long before they arrived at their small village.

***

“Everyone, gather at the village entrance!”

The Liu family’s guards checked through the households like wolves, their voices laced with undeniable menace.

Chen Le’an’s heart sank.

They’re here already?

But he quickly steadied his emotions.

One by one, he layered bulletproof vests over his body—three in total.

Then, he strapped on a bulletproof helmet, ensuring there were no gaps.

Next, he carefully concealed grenades in various spots on his body.

Finally, he threw on a loose-fitting cloak, concealing everything perfectly.

Grenades contained no spiritual energy fluctuations, so even cultivators wouldn’t be able to detect them.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of his room and made his way to the village entrance.

Standing on an elevated platform, Liu Qiang looked impatient.

His icy gaze swept across the villagers like a blade, freezing them in place.

The past few days had been absolute hell for him—diarrhea, day and night.

His face was sunken and has dark circles under his eyes.

Chen Le’an couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Damn, was the poisoned rice really that potent?

Back in the secular world, he had eaten plenty of chemically enhanced food—ripening agents, growth hormones—you name it.

He had never suffered this badly.

Then it hit him.

It was probably because his body had built up a resistance from years of exposure.

People in this spiritually rich world, on the other hand, had never eaten anything like it.

So, their reaction was ten times worse.

Just like how Third Brother’s food was perfectly normal to him—but if I ate it, I probably die from food poisoning.

“I’m sure you all know why I’m here,” Liu Qiang said coldly.

“Daring to poison our Liu family’s food?”

“This is a direct provocation—an insult to our authority!”

“I will not let any suspect go unpunished!”

He waved his hand.

The guards dragged forward a sack, roughly dumping its contents onto the ground.

A pile of severed heads rolled out.

The gruesome sight struck like a nightmare, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

“These are the people from the last village who refused to cooperate,” Liu Qiang said, his tone laced with sadistic pleasure.

“They dared to challenge our authority—so they paid the price!”

One of the heads rolled to a stop near Chen Le’an’s feet.

His pupils contracted sharply.

It was just a child.

His expression darkened.

Rage burned within him, rising like an unstoppable wildfire.

All because of a few days of diarrhea, the Liu family had slaughtered innocent villagers without hesitation.

This immortal cultivation world…

A weak man’s life was worth less than a dog’s.

Here, the strong trampled the weak at will.

A heavy silence fell over the crowd.

No one dared to meet Liu Qiang’s gaze.

Under absolute power, they had no courage to resist.

They could only await their fate.

“Since no one wants to talk, I’ll start executing people at random.”

“I’ll count to three.”

“For every count, I kill one person—until someone confesses.”

Liu Qiang’s voice was deathly cold.

“One!”

His words swept through the village like a frigid wind, sending shivers down every spine.

Faces turned pale.

Fear and despair filled their eyes, as if they could already see their own deaths approaching.

“Two!”

The air grew suffocating.

Some villagers trembled uncontrollably.

One even wet himself, the acrid stench spreading through the air.

The fear was absolute.