I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 47

Chapter 45 Chi Devil Sect

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Exhaling Sword Qi?

Wasn’t that the level I attained after forty years of practice?

Having heard Gu Li’s words, Fang Wang was certain that his mastery of the Divine Nurturing Sword Qi had already surpassed everyone in the Gu Family, well, everyone who was alive.

“I see, no wonder it’s so hard to practice,” Fang Wang said, feigning agreement.

Fearing she might have dampened Fang Wang’s enthusiasm, Gu Li comforted him, “Don’t be disheartened. With your outstanding talent, you have mastered the Sword Control Technique to an unimaginable extent. Given time, your Divine Nurturing Sword Qi will certainly reach a divine level, far surpassing even my grandfather.”

“Thanks for the encouragement, Miss Gu. I’ll have to practice more and not let you down.”

“Hmm, if you do master the Divine Nurturing Sword Qi, remember to tell me about it.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“My father is very much looking forward to your results.”

“It won’t be because once I have mastered it, your father will betroth you to me, will it?”

“As if! You wish. With my talent, my father would never arrange my marriage. I will pursue cultivation in this lifetime, not marriage!”

Gu Li retorted with wide eyes, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Fang Wang suddenly couldn’t tell if she was shy or angry with embarrassment, but he dared not admit that he had already mastered the Divine Nurturing Sword Qi. He still wanted to keep his talent a secret.

“I need to go practice now, no more talking!”

Gu Li huffed and turned back to her cave dwelling.

Fang Wang smiled, finding this side of Gu Li quite interesting—she wasn’t as aloof as she usually was.

He followed her back to the dwelling, preparing to cultivate. He might encounter cultivators from other dynastic realms of the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm when he went to Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, so he needed to become as strong as possible.

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The appointed month arrived quickly, yet the winter snow at Great Abyss Gate had not yet melted.

In front of Shiyuan Hall, on the Main Meridian.

Fang Wang and Gu Li arrived on their swords and landed. Five disciples were already waiting there, including Zhou Xue and Xu Lang.

Upon seeing Fang Wang, Xu Lang’s face turned unnatural, but he still took the initiative to nod to Fang Wang, who did not put on airs and nodded back.

Zhou Xue came up to Fang Wang and teased, “Look at you two, arriving together. You seem to have a good relationship.”

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow, “After all, we are neighbors.”

Gu Li glanced at Zhou Xue and silently moved aside, giving the two some space. She didn’t feel left out, as the other disciples began to greet her warmly.

Fang Wang said softly with a smile, “It’s still you, Han Yu. They all say they have received your help and guidance, you’ve never ignored anyone. In this regard, I cannot compare to you. You are indeed our lead big brother.”

Lead big brother?

Zhou Xue pursed her lips and smiled, “That title doesn’t sound very nice. Don’t overthink it. You just focus all your energy on your own cultivation. If I need to leave for some matter, I’ll tell you in advance. You don’t need to worry about the Fang Family affairs.”

Fang Wang nodded. The two had been through life and death together and were worthy of trust. Additionally, thanks to Zhou Xue’s presence, he indeed hadn’t needed to trouble himself with other matters, even when it came to rescuing Fang Hanyu, as Zhou Xue had accompanied him.

Zhou Xue had even taken on the task of revenge for him. Although Fang Wang had no complaints on the surface, he was inwardly determined.

Once he had the strength to confront Lu Yuanjun and the forces behind him, he would certainly take his revenge by his own hand!

It wasn’t long before Lu Yuanjun and another disciple arrived, and for the first time, the nine disciples representing the Great Abyss Gate gathered together. Naturally, Lu Yuanjun was the central figure, with excellent interpersonal skills and the ability to take care of every disciple.

Zhou Xue was the same, chatting and laughing with Lu Yuanjun as if they had a very good relationship as senior brother and junior sister. However, Fang Wang, who knew the truth, sensed her murderous intent.

At that moment,

The doors to Shiyuan Hall opened, and Guang Qiuxian, followed by a group of elders, walked out. Vice Sect Leader Chen Anshi was right behind Guang Qiuxian, exuding an impressive aura that made him even more eye-catching than Guang Qiuxian.

“Vice Sect Leader Chen Anshi is a spy of the Chi Devil Sect. The future assault on the Great Abyss Gate by the Demonic Dao will be led by him. Stay away from him and don’t believe a word he says.”

Suddenly, Fang Wang heard Zhou Xue’s sound transmission. His heart skipped a beat.

Good lord, aren’t you afraid the Vice Sect Leader will hear you?

Fang Wang didn’t dare look at Zhou Xue or Chen Anshi; his gaze fell on Guang Qiuxian.

He knew his Sound Transmission Technique was not as good as Zhou Xue’s, so he didn’t dare respond.

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Guang Qiuxian walked to the edge of the stone steps and spoke, “This journey will be led by the Vice Sect Leader and the Inheritance Elder. They will inform you of the specifics along the way. Although this trip presents an opportunity, it is also fraught with potential disaster. Take care of yourselves; I will be waiting for your return at the Great Abyss Gate.”

Fang Wang’s gaze fell upon Inheritance Elder Zhao Chuanqian. It had been Zhao Chuanqian who first introduced him to Guang Qiuxian and later initiated him into the third vein.

Feeling Fang Wang’s gaze, Zhao Chuanqian maintained his dignity, merely exchanging a glance with Fang Wang without responding.

Chen Anshi stepped forward, and with a wave of his right hand, a small wooden boat flew out from his sleeve, swiftly enlarging to a length of thirty feet. The boat even had a pavilion on it, entirely red in color and adorned with hanging lanterns.

The wooden boat hovered in mid-air. As soon as it appeared, Fang Wang distinctly felt the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy surging toward it.

Chen Anshi, Zhao Chuanqian, and five other elders leapt onto the boat, followed closely by the nine disciples.

Standing on the deck, Fang Wang probed the boat with his divine sense and found that beneath the wooden planks were various talisman papers and magic artifact components, complex and precise.

Soon, the wooden boat set sail. Its speed increased dramatically and, in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the snowy mist on the horizon.

Guang Qiuxian stood on the steps, looking up at this scene, while the elders behind him gradually left. Eventually, Yang Yuanzi walked out from the Shiyuan Hall, coming to stand beside him.

Now only the two of them remained.

The cold wind passed by, blowing the hair at their temples.

“Elder brother, I always feel that the transition of Grand Qi into a Cultivation Dynasty isn’t reliable. I fear that this trip to the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven may bring about a serious incident,” Yang Yuanzi said, his tone indifferent.

Guang Qiuxian answered with an expressionless face, “I know, but luckily the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven is not controlled by any single sect. Such an opportunity cannot be missed. It will enable this group of disciples to grow faster, especially Yuanjun. The Great Abyss Gate needs his power.”

Yang Yuanzi frowned and inquired, “Recently, rumors have been circulating about Lu Yuanjun within the main meridian. Elder brother, you must keep an eye on him, don’t indulge him, and don’t forget his origins.”

Guang Qiuxian glanced at him and replied, “Junior brother, let the grievances of the past generation remain with them. As for those rumors, as long as they are not too influential, just let them be. Don’t you also possess some spells from the Green Cicada Valley? Should I hold you accountable for that?”

“Hmph! Then let’s see if your spoiled Lu Yuanjun can stand up to Chi Devil Sect’s Xia Qingchan and Suspended Vast Sword Sect’s Xu Qiuming!” Yang Yuanzi replied coldly.

Guang Qiuxian shook his head and chuckled, then turned to walk towards the Shiyuan Hall.

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The setting sun dipped toward the horizon, half-obscured by it.

Fang Wang stood on the deck, facing the wind. He enjoyed the magnificent landscape along the journey, feeling his spirit uplifted.

Having been cooped up in the Heavenly Palace for one hundred and twenty years, he needed to relax, fearing that his mentality would otherwise suffer.

In his previous life, he had read cultivation novels with all kinds of sects, but never imagined that once he embarked on the path of cultivation, it would be a different route altogether.

What was this?

Cultivation-as-imprisonment?

Fang Wang mocked himself inwardly. Although the years of cultivation in the Heavenly Palace were dull and boring, the sense of achievement he felt afterward was tremendous, so he was still grateful for owning the Heavenly Palace.

“What are you thinking about?”

Zhou Xue’s voice came, and he saw her walking up to stand side by side with Fang Wang.

Fang Wang glanced at her and replied with a soft laugh, “Nothing much, just appreciating the scenery of the Mortal Realm. Isn’t it truly free and easy to gaze upon the world from here, seeking the joy of cultivation?”

Zhou Xue looked toward the horizon without responding.

Fang Wang also said nothing more, continuing to immerse himself in the vast beauty of the landscape.

At dusk, the firmament glowed red, and the cloud sea looked like splattered blood. The lofty mountains below seemed bleak, yet their peaks were bathed in light, creating a dreamlike scene across the entire earth.

“The Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven might become a turning point for the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm in the future. You must be extremely cautious inside; if you encounter disciples from other sects, you cannot trust them. If anyone shows malice toward you, you must either kill or flee, without hesitation,” Zhou Xue’s voice rose next to Fang Wang’s ear, using the Sound Transmission Technique.

Fang Wang didn’t respond, fearing that the disciples and elders behind might detect something unusual.

Zhou Xue continued to use the Sound Transmission Technique to brief Fang Wang on prominent figures from other sects, even listing a few individuals who were best avoided.

Gu Li sat cross-legged at the edge of the boat. As she opened her eyes and looked, she saw the backs of Fang Wang and Zhou Xue together, bathed in the glow of the setting sun—a seemingly perfect match that left her in a trance.

A month ago, after witnessing Zhou Xue’s performance, she knew that she was no match for her. Consequently, her goal now included one more person.

“If I can’t defeat Zhou Xue, how am I qualified to challenge you?” Gu Li thought to herself, her eyes filled with resolve.

At that moment, another person was watching Fang Wang and Zhou Xue—this person was standing at the edge of the second floor of the pavilion, Lu Yuanjun.