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Chapter 355 Just One Finger is Enough to Make You Reach the Peak · Nov 04, 2026

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351 Chapter 351 The Missing Piece of My Dual Cultivation Puzzle 2026-11-04
352 Chapter 352 No Technique, Just Thrust! The Barbarian’s Path to the Peak 2026-11-04
353 Chapter 353 The Ancient Willow’s Impenetrable Morning Wood 2026-11-04
354 Chapter 354 The Spear God’s Tip is Unusually Hot 2026-11-04
355 Chapter 355 Just One Finger is Enough to Make You Reach the Peak 2026-11-04
356 Chapter 356 Taking It All Down in One Gulp 2026-11-04
357 Chapter 357 Taking the Patriarch’s Large Jug with Both Hands 2026-11-04
358 Chapter 358 Rubbing the Abbot’s Lucky Bald Head 2026-11-04
359 Chapter 359 Pretending to be the Eunuch in the Empress’s Bedchamber 2026-11-04
360 Chapter 360 The Saintess’s Heart is Pure, but Her Moans are 10,000 Decibels 2026-11-04
361 Chapter 361 The Rogue Cultivator Who Knew Too Many Positions 2026-11-04
362 Chapter 362 The Demon Realm is Scary, but Have You Seen Me Without a Nap? 2026-11-04
363 Chapter 363 The Sword Is Unsheathed, but the Disciple Is MIA 2026-11-04
364 Chapter 364 Vanishing Like Smoke Before the Second Round 2026-11-04
365 Chapter 365 A Heart of Iron, a Spear of Jade, and a Will of Jelly 2026-11-04
366 Chapter 366 Behold My Glorious Transcendent Flying Boat 2026-11-04
367 Chapter 367 Pencils, Protractors, and Other Weapons of Minor Destruction 2026-11-04
368 Chapter 368 Thinking Inside the Box (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
369 Chapter 369 Just a Flesh Wound! Please Ignore the Missing Limbs! 2026-11-04
370 Chapter 370 The Peerless Sword Saint is Currently Washing Dishes 2026-11-04
371 Chapter 371 Someone Fed the Spirit Beast the Leftovers and Now It’s Glowing 2026-11-04
372 Chapter 372 The Heavens Orchestrated a Fated Meeting, but I Was Busy Napping 2026-11-04
373 Chapter 373 Cooking Rice? No, I Am Forging a Soul Consuming Elixir 2026-11-04
374 Chapter 374 The Silkworm Silk Sheets Cannot Withstand This Sword Intent 2026-11-04
375 Chapter 375 The Jade Beauty Thinks I’m a Stalker, I Just Want My Deposit Back 2026-11-04
376 Chapter 376 The Dao of the Wandering Finger 2026-11-04
377 Chapter 377 To Lick or Not to Lick? That is the Immortal Question 2026-11-04
378 Chapter 378 The Throat-Parched Immortal Swallows the Entire Ocean 2026-11-04
379 Chapter 379 My Master’s Meditation Looks Remarkably Like a Nap 2026-11-04
380 Chapter 380 The Sound of One Thousand Elders Charging Their Ults 2026-11-04
381 Chapter 381 I Trained for Ten Million Years and All I Got Was This Stinky Beard 2026-11-04
382 Chapter 382 How Many True Forms Does This Guy Have? 2026-11-04
383 Chapter 383 Local Genius Realizes He Is Actually a Background Character 2026-11-04
384 Chapter 384 You Have the Eyes of a Dragon and the Brain of a Shrimp 2026-11-04
385 Chapter 385 Your Ancestor’s Sword Makes a Great Back-scratcher 2026-11-04
386 Chapter 386 I Am Using This Ancient Cauldron to Cook Noodles, and You Cannot Stop Me 2026-11-04
387 Chapter 387 I Didn’t Want This Treasure, But the Heavens Shoved It Down My Throat 2026-11-04
388 Chapter 388 I Am the Harbinger of Death, Please Stop Throwing Rotten Tomatoes 2026-11-04
389 Chapter 389 I Spent Three Million Years in Seclusion and Forgot How to Walk 2026-11-04
390 Chapter 390 Since You Won’t Give Me Face, I’ll Take Your Personal Space 2026-11-04
391 Chapter 391 Counting 10,000 Spirit Sheep in Order to Sleep 2026-11-04
392 Chapter 392 Junior, This Gift is Too Heavy! 2026-11-04
393 Chapter 393 The Ancestor Emerges from Seclusion Just for the Expensive Alcohol 2026-11-04
394 Chapter 394 My Master Forgot My Birthday and Tried to Sell Me to a Rival Sect Again 2026-11-04
395 Chapter 395 To Catch the Fish, One Must First Become the Worm 2026-11-04
396 Chapter 396 She Offered Her Heart, But I Only Needed Her Spirit Stones (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
397 Chapter 397 Seeking the Dao? I’m Just Seeking a Spoon 2026-11-04
398 Chapter 398 Shut Up and Take My Breath Away 2026-11-04
399 Chapter 399 This Junior Is Not Practicing the Forbidden Arts, This Is Just a Greeting! 2026-11-04
400 Chapter 400 Refining a Love Potion in a Pressure Cooker 2026-11-04

Chapter 355: Chapter 355 Just One Finger is Enough to Make You Reach the Peak

Still, Lin feng didn’t argue. A true gentleman adapts.

“Fine,” Lin Feng said with a casual shrug. “Just don’t blame me if you die as a consequence.” His tone was light and almost indifferent.

Then… He raised a single finger. No grand display of power. No overwhelming aura. No earth-shattering technique. Just… a simple point toward Qin Ran.

Yet in that instant… Qin Ran’s expression changed. Her pupils shrank violently. A chilling sensation surged from the depths of her soul, spreading through her entire body like ice.

In that finger… She saw only one thing.

Death.

Not metaphorical. Not distant. But absolute, inevitable death. It was as if the heavens themselves had drawn a line across her fate and that finger was the execution. For the first time in countless years…

Qin Ran felt fear.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Qin Ran tried to scream. But no sound came out.

Her lips parted, her throat strained yet her voice was completely silenced, as if some unseen force had erased even the concept of sound from her being. Panic struck instantly.

She tried to move. Nothing. Her body refused her command.

It wasn’t stiffness… it wasn’t paralysis… it was something far more absolute.

The very space around her had turned into an invisible prison, locking her in place. Every inch of her existence felt restrained, suppressed beneath an overwhelming, incomprehensible force.

“Move…!” Her thoughts roared, but even they felt sluggish like struggling through a thick, suffocating mire. She tried to circulate her spiritual essence. Nothing responded.

The vast ocean of power she had cultivated over thousands of years had gone silent. Like it had never existed. A flicker of true fear ignited in her heart.

“Impossible…!” Her eyes trembled as she desperately attempted to summon her treasures. Her strongest artifact. The pride of her clan.

A supreme treasure that had accompanied her through countless battles, that had saved her life time and time again… She couldn’t even summon it!

Not because it was sealed. Not because it was suppressed. But because she simply didn’t have the time. Everything… was too fast!

Lin Feng’s finger moved forward.

Slow. Calm. Unhurried. And yet… She could not react. She could only watch. And in that moment… Time stretched. Endlessly.

Her mind fractured under the pressure as memories surged forth like a collapsing dam.

Her childhood within the Grand Purity Temple. The first time she sensed spiritual energy. Her pride when she was acknowledged as a genius. The countless rivals she defeated.

The enemies she crushed without mercy. The disciples who revered her. The authority she held. The arrogance she carried. All of it… Flashed before her eyes.

Then came the regrets. The things she had abandoned in pursuit of power. The moments she had dismissed. The paths she never walked. The life she never truly lived. And beneath it all…

A single, primal scream echoed from the depths of her soul.

“I don’t want to die!”

“I want to live!” Her will erupted.

A terrifying surge of spiritual essence burst from her body, roaring outward like a storm breaking free from its cage.

The ground beneath her feet cracked, the air distorted, and for a brief moment and it seemed as if she might break free.

But…

The finger was already there.

Ding!

A soft, almost playful sound. Like a pebble tapping against glass. Lin Feng’s finger gently touched her forehead. And everything ended. The pressure vanished. The frozen space shattered.

The suffocating silence collapsed.

Qin Ran’s body lurched as control returned all at once. She staggered slightly, her breath coming in uneven gasps as her vision snapped back into clarity.

Her eyes focused… And she saw him. Lin Feng stood right in front of her. Close. Calm. Composed. Untouched. As if the scene just now had been nothing more than a trivial gesture.

He slowly withdrew his finger, his expression unchanged, a faint smile resting on his lips.

“If I were serious,” he said, his tone steady and indifferent, “and this were a real battle… you would already be dead, Elder Qin Ran.” Each word fell like a hammer onto her mind.

No exaggeration. No arrogance. Just truth.

“I suppose you owe me a life,” he added lightly, almost as an afterthought. “But since I’m merely an uncultured man, as you said, I won’t keep track of that debt.”

Qin Ran couldn’t respond. Her lips trembled slightly, but no words came. Her mind… was blank. Lin Feng turned his back to her without hesitation.

“After this event ends, I’ll visit the Grand Purity Temple,” he continued as he began walking away. “I’ll help the women there.” His steps were slow, unhurried. Unconcerned.

“Compose yourself,” he added calmly. “You have five minutes before this formation collapses.”

And just like that… He left. No lingering glance. No attempt to assert dominance. No interest in her reaction. It was as if she… didn’t matter.

Thud.

Her knees hit the ground. Hard. The sound echoed faintly within the enclosed space.

All the strength in her body drained away in an instant. Her hands trembled as they pressed against the ground, her breathing uneven, her heart still pounding violently in her chest.

She knelt there… Motionless. Defeated. Not by overwhelming force. Not by a grand technique. Not by a desperate struggle. But by a single… casual gesture.

A finger.

Her pupils shook as the reality sank in.

I… lost?

No. That wasn’t even accurate. She hadn’t fought. She hadn’t resisted. She hadn’t even qualified to struggle.

Tears unconsciously gathered at the corners of her eyes not from pain, but from something far deeper. Shock. Humiliation. And fear. For the first time in thousands of years…

Qin Ran understood something she had never truly grasped before. There were heights in this world… That she had never even begun to touch. And Lin Feng…

Stood far, far above them all. It was then that she remembered Daoist Falling Snow’s words from earlier.

“If you came here for Young Master Lin Feng, then you should think twice, Daoist Ancient Maiden. You are not his match.”

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