I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 45

Chapter 43 Promotion

Translator: 549690339

Facing the enormous fire dragon before him, Xu Lang’s pupils suddenly constricted. He was not frightened but immediately twisted his waist, grasped the sword in both hands, and spun in mid-air, the fierce Sword Qi continuously streaking out, rapidly severing the Solaris True Fire Dragon.

Sword Qi wildly rained down, and Fang Wang swung the Heavenly Palace Halberd to defend. The platform was bombarded with Sword Qi, even causing ripples to spread throughout the formation shield at the edge of the combat platform.

“What immense Spiritual Power!”

“Brother Xu Lang is so strong, his Sword Qi so forceful and sharp!”

“Fang Wang is also very strong, not the slightest bit inferior.”

“He’s only been in the door for three years, and Fang Wang has already become this strong?”

“Even if Fang Wang loses this battle, he has proven that his potential is no less than that of Lu Yuanjun!”

Disciples from all over the city were discussing, and they all gave high praise to Fang Wang and Xu Lang, while the Fang Family Disciples held their breath in focus, even more nervous than Fang Wang.

Fang Hanyu stood in front of the window, looking up at the Golden Mirror in the sky, and seeing Fang Wang being suppressed by the Sword Qi in the mirror, he spoke to himself calmly, “How much longer do you intend to test him?”

In his heart, Fang Wang was unbeatable.

As if hearing Fang Hanyu’s words, Fang Wang suddenly leaped back, avoiding Xu Lang’s range of Sword Qi attack.

Before landing, Fang Wang raised the Heavenly Palace Halberd high, his left hand quickly casting a spell, Spiritual Power surged along his right arm into the halberd, and above the combat platform, thunder clouds spontaneously condensed, rapidly covering the entire platform.

At this moment, the elders surrounding the platform were all moved, and Greedy Sleeper, who was on the platform, widened his eyes, murmuring to himself, “No way… How is this possible…”

Peak Masters from each vein straightened up, all the elders and disciples turned their gaze toward the thunderclouds above the combat platform.

Xu Lang, still in mid-air, quickly landed, the sword in his hands raised. With a slight frown of his sword-shaped brows, he slowly exhaled five words: “Great Celestial Thunder Technique!”

All the disciples in the city could hear the thunder, oppressively intense. Before the Great Celestial Thunder Technique, there had been disciples who had used extensive and imposing spells, but none as thunderous as this.

Guang Qiuxian, Yang Yuanzi, Lu Yuanjun, and Zhou Xue remained unmoved, but even Zhou Xing Shi, Gu Li, and Fang Hanyu, who knew the true identity of White Garment Astonishing Swan, couldn’t help but be moved.

In their minds, Fang Wang was an expert in swordsmanship; this was their first time witnessing him use the Great Celestial Thunder Technique.

Within three years of joining, he mastered thirty-six moves of the Jinghong Divine Sword Art and had also mastered such a powerful thunder spell?

They had previously heard that White Garment Astonishing Swan had used the Great Celestial Thunder Technique but facing it directly, they realized how terrifying the technique was.

With the Heavenly Palace Halberd held high, thunderclouds roiled above, and lightning interwove, an immense oppressive force amassing, ready to unleash. At this moment, Fang Wang seemed like a deity wielding the power of heaven and earth, with his long hair billowing in the wind.

Xu Lang realized the grim situation and immediately lunged toward Fang Wang.

He first threw the bamboo sword in his hand, which turned into a glint of cold light, sprinting towards him, aiming straight for Fang Wang’s head.

So fast!

Greedy Sleeper on the platform nearly intervened, but he held back.

Fang Wang dodged using Shadowless Step, and Xu Lang followed, arriving in front of him, his left hand gripping his Lifespirit magic sword backwards, its invisible blade aimed at Fang Wang’s neck.

In an instant, Fang Wang swung down the Heavenly Palace Halberd.

Clang—

When their Lifespirit Treasures clashed, Xu Lang heard a dragon’s roar explode in his ear, causing him to be momentarily disorientated. By the time he opened his eyes again, Fang Wang had already soared into the sky.

Above him roared thunder and lightning, and Fang Wang looked down indifferently at Xu Lang before swinging down his halberd.

The Great Celestial Thunder Technique erupted!

Dozens of bolts of lightning descended all at once, varying in size but enough to cover the entire combat platform.

Faced with this world-ending thunderous might, Xu Lang let go of the sword in his hand. Both hands cast a spell, with the bamboo sword and invisible swords spinning rapidly around him. Sword Qi overflowed from his body.

A bolt of lightning struck at him, dispersed by two streams of crisscrossing Sword Qi, failing to harm him.

Surrounded by intertwining Sword Qi, Xu Lang quickly grew it into a formation, the Sword Qi storm rising from the ground, its prowess equally astonishing. But soon, he was engulfed by successive bolts of lightning.

Boom! Boom! Boom…

The combat platform trembled violently, even causing the formation shield at the edges to quiver. The city fell silent, with every disciple fixedly staring at the scene inside the Golden Mirror.

Greedy Sleeper held a Golden Mirror, fending off the fallout from the Great Celestial Thunder Technique. His gaze locked onto where Xu Lang had previously been, not blinking even as the lightning dazzled.

After Xu Lang’s figure disappeared for more than three breaths, Greedy Sleeper couldn’t restrain himself and immediately threw out the Golden Mirror in his hand.

The Golden Mirror burst forth with golden light, dissipating the lightning along the way, rapidly arriving at the center of the combat platform, its strong radiance warding off the heavens’ lightning.

Seeing this, Fang Wang cut off the Spiritual Power, no longer maintaining the Great Celestial Thunder Technique.

The thunderous noise from the heavens faded, but the dark clouds couldn’t be scattered away in short order; all eyes were now on what happened below the Golden Mirror.

As the lightning dissipated, Xu Lang’s figure appeared. He was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for air, his robe torn, his hair disheveled, his body covered with wounds, and bloodstains all around. The two swords that had been circling around him slowed down and then fell to the ground with a clang.

Struggling, Xu Lang looked up but before he could locate Fang Wang, he collapsed, unconscious.

This scene made Fang Wang secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Xu Lang was indeed powerful; it was difficult to defeat him solely with the Solaris True Fire, which is why Fang Wang resorted to using the Great Celestial Thunder Technique. It was a Superior Spell Art of the Great Abyss Gate. It wasn’t as difficult to learn as the Jinghong Divine Sword Art, so it wouldn’t expose him as the White Garment Astonishing Swan.

To decisively defeat Xu Lang, Fang Wang didn’t hold back when using the Great Celestial Thunder Technique.

“It’s a pity I can’t challenge Lu Yuanjun in peak condition,” Fang Wang said, affecting a calm demeanor, while internally he sighed, having expended a lot of Spiritual Power against Xu Lang.

Greedy Sleeper immediately announced, “Third Vein’s Fang Wang wins!”

An elder quickly climbed onto the stage to check on Xu Lang’s injuries.

Disciples from all veins looked at Fang Wang with fear, and the entire city fell into silence.

“Could that have been the Great Celestial Thunder Technique?” a male disciple from the First Vein asked, his voice trembling.

The Great Celestial Thunder Technique was one of the most powerful thunder-based spells of the Great Abyss Gate. Although the Great Abyss Gate wasn’t known for their mastery of thunder-based spells, the fame of the Great Celestial Thunder Technique was notable even within the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm.

After the introductions by Zhou Xue and Lu Yuanjun, the disciples in the loft from the First Vein all knew about Fang Wang’s background.

To have mastered the Great Celestial Thunder Technique in just three years of entry, on top of his rapid increase in cultivation…

Such a genius…

Could the Lu Yuanjun of those days really compare?

After a brief moment of silence, cheers and exclamations erupted throughout the city.

Fang Wang turned to look at the First Vein, his gaze just beginning to search for Lu Yuanjun when Yang Yuanzi’s voice came, “Switch!”

With those words, relief washed over the disciple from the First Vein who was about to take the stage.

Even Xu Lang, second only to Lu Yuanjun, had been soundly defeated, and they dared not take the stage.

Up to this point in the Nine Veins Combat Method, Fang Wang was the most ruthless. Every one of his opponents had suffered heavy injuries.

Under the cheers of the entire city, Fang Wang flew towards the Third Vein’s loft to be welcomed by the surrounding crowd of disciples.

“Brother Fang, you have already surpassed me!” Li Yu said excitedly, seemingly not worried that Fang Wang might take his place as the top disciple.

The other disciples were also praising Fang Wang’s strength, with Zhou Bo being the most extravagant, seemingly ready to kneel and worship him.

Lu Yuanjun stood inside the loft, watching Fang Wang from a distance, and laughed softly, “It seems I underestimated Brother Fang’s abilities.”

All the disciples were marveling at Fang Wang’s strength. To have achieved such prowess in only three years of entry, even Lu Yuanjun hadn’t been so astonishing in his day.

Coupled with Zhou Xue, Ye Xiang, and Gu Li—who had each made a name for themselves earlier—all the disciples felt the Great Abyss Gate was on the brink of soaring to greater heights.

Previously, Earth Origin Spirit Treasures were rare, seen maybe once in a hundred years, but now four had emerged in the Great Abyss Gate in quick succession, a true blessing for the sect.

Fang Wang and Zhou Xue were considered Earth Origin Spirit Treasures because of their formidable power.

“Fang Wang, rest well now. You needn’t go onstage again. Your victories suffice for you to advance to the final nine seats,” the voice of Yang Yuanzi reached him. His tone was calm, seemingly not shocked by Fang Wang’s performance, but a closer look would reveal his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly.

Within the Main Meridian’s loft,

Sitting beside Guang Qiuxian was Vice Sect Leader Chen Anshi, who appeared to be in his early fifties, his frame slightly lean but more authoritative than the amiable Guang Qiuxian, his presence commanding and intense.

“Brother, this young man is so formidable. Could he be the one hidden in Shiyuan Hall that day?” Chen Anshi cast a sharp glance at Guang Qiuxian and slowly inquired.

Guang Qiuxian smiled without speaking. He seemed composed, yet inwardly he was filled with emotion.

Is this what a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure is like?

Such power after only three years…

Fang Wang, unaware of what the Sect Leader, Vice Sect Leader, and elders were thinking, began to fantasize about his second Lifespirit Treasure upon learning he could advance to the last nine seats. Once he entered the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven and collected Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he was determined to break through to the Spirit Elixir Realm, at which point he should be able to condense his second Lifespirit Treasure.

If the first Lifespirit Treasure was a halberd, what should the second one be?

He would have to give it some thought—perhaps Heavenly Palace wouldn’t interfere with his second Spiritual Refinement.