I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 53

Chapter 51: Ancient Formation, Crossing Thunder Tribulation

Translator: 549690339

“Is everything ready? How can I possibly accept this?” Fang Wang hesitated on purpose.

Zhou Xue blinked and smiled, “If you feel embarrassed, forget it. When we return, you can slowly make your breakthrough. With your status as a direct disciple, Yang Yuanzi will definitely help you wholeheartedly.”

“No, no, I’m flattered. After all, we’re family!”

“Hmm.”

Fang Wang felt warmth in his heart. Since stepping onto the path of immortality, Zhou Xue had always taken care of him, and he hadn’t had the chance to reciprocate.

Only through diligent cultivation could he repay her!

Zhou Xue said, “Don’t always harbor hatred in your heart. The path of cultivation is long, and Grand Qi is just a small corner of the universe. The Great Abyss Gate isn’t the sect we will always belong to. Remember, at any time, put your own cultivation first. Only by becoming strong can you get revenge and everything you desire.”

Fang Wang nodded. Zhou Xue had made things clear, and he naturally wouldn’t be reckless.

After leaving the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, he would continue to cultivate in seclusion, striving to reach the Condensation Spirit Realm as soon as possible and then obtain the Heavenly Gang Saint Body Technique.

With the cultivation level of the Condensation Spirit Realm and the Great Perfection Heavenly Gang Saint Body Technique, combined with the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art, who in the entire Grand Qi Cultivation Realm could be his match?

The two began to talk about the interesting things in the Cultivation World, mainly Zhou Xue talking, since she had been adventuring outside all these years.

…

Boom—

Thunderclouds rolled, endless rain poured.

Fang Wang and Zhou Xue walked through the wild mountains, undulating as far as the eye could see. The oppressive thunderclouds seemed as though the sky was about to collapse, with thunder, as if the roar of deities, adding a touch of terror to the world.

Xiao Zi lay on Fang Wang’s shoulder, unable to help speaking out, “Are we really going there? I was almost struck by lightning when I got close last time. I reckon there’s an ancient formation from ages past here.”

Ever since Xiao Zi had been marked with the Soul-Binding Curse, Fang Wang had allowed it to perch on his shoulder.

Six days had passed since that night.

The Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven was larger than Fang Wang had imagined, inconceivable how powerful the Great Saint must have been to have created such a vast cave dwelling.

Without looking back, Zhou Xue said, “That’s right, there is indeed a great formation here. It seems the legacy you acquired is extraordinary, enabling you to know so much. Fang Wang, when we leave, don’t let it go; keep it with you from now on.”

“You…”

Xiao Zi trembled with rage but dared not curse out loud, as it would seem that it was eager to escape.

Fang Wang didn’t tease Xiao Zi and curiously asked, “Could it be you plan to use this great formation to help me break through?”

“Yes, this formation has stood for at least ten thousand years. The spiritual energy that has accumulated day by day has turned into a thunder attribute, which can substitute for the heavenly materials and earthly treasures of the thunder attribute.”

Zhou Xue replied, her gaze drawn to a piece of rock nearby.

Following her gaze, Fang Wang saw a man leaning against a rock up ahead. Although his clothes were disheveled, they weren’t torn; he was just lying against the rock, motionless.

Zhou Xue didn’t slow her steps, continuing forward.

As they drew closer, Fang Wang saw that the man was already dead, his eyes wide open in death, his hollow gaze fixed on the firmament.

Zhou Xue stopped beside him, glanced over, and said, “No injuries, he must have had his soul drawn out while alive, a painful death.”

Drawn the soul out?

The first thing that came to Fang Wang’s mind was Lu Yuanjun; this was the very kind of thing he liked to do.

Could it be Lu Yuanjun was nearby?

Fang Wang looked carefully and found that the storage bag had been taken, and there were no rings or similar items on the corpse’s hands.

“Let’s keep going. If some blind fool has taken our spot, then we’ll just have to avenge this disciple of the Taiqing Gate.”

Zhou Xue moved on, her words causing Xiao Zi to shiver slightly.

Fang Wang promptly followed her steps.

A hundred paces later, Zhou Xue summoned her Lifespirit Treasure, a qin, which looked somewhat different from when she used it during the Nine Veins Combat Method; it seemed as if the exterior of the wooden qin had gained a series of white lines.

She advanced while carrying the qin, and a fierce aura burst forth, startling Fang Wang.

This aura was far stronger than that of Xu Lang, who was at the ninth level of the Spirit Elixir Realm!

Just how powerful was she?

Deep down, Fang Wang always harbored the desire to compete with Zhou Xue, but he was too embarrassed to speak up out of gratitude for the many favors he owed her.

Lightning streaked across the way ahead, lifting gusts of wind that whipped their robes.

Bolts of lightning struck the mountain ground ahead, not touching the surface, but the might radiating from them was truly frightening.

Fortunately, with Zhou Xue’s Lifespirit Treasure by their side, they avoided being struck by lightning and didn’t even need to dodge.

Scaling the mountain peak, Fang Wang stood atop the summit, peering into the distance. Ten zhang down was a stone gate, and beyond it, a stone stairway stretched for over ten miles, leading to another peak soaring into the thunderclouds.

For some reason, as he gazed at that distant peak, a nameless trepidation crept into Fang Wang’s heart.

He had a premonition that his breakthrough would not come easily; he was in for a difficult time.

However, in front of Zhou Xue, he couldn’t show any weakness, lest he be looked down upon.

Fang Wang hurried to keep up with Zhou Xue’s pace, avoiding the lightning strikes, while Xiao Zi crouched on his shoulder, shivering and not daring to utter a word.

After a while.

A figure leapt down from the distant peak, racing towards them. Fang Wang narrowed his eyes and, to his surprise, recognized it as Lu Yuanjun.

Lu Yuanjun, riding his Flying Sword, was enshrouded in dozens of intertwining bolts of lightning, which he dispelled with his Sword Qi, creating a rather spectacular scene.

Upon seeing Fang Wang and the other, he sped up his approach and quickly arrived in front of them, the thunderbolt behind him fluttering in the air like a cape before scattering in the wind.

“What brings you here? There’s no treasure on this mountain, likely already claimed by disciples of other sects,” Lu Yuanjun asked with a smile.

Zhou Xue replied, “We are preparing to practice thunder-element Spells.”

Hearing this, Lu Yuanjun nodded slightly, then turned to Fang Wang and asked, “Junior Brother Fang, how goes your harvest? Do you need any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to break through to the Spirit Elixir Realm? Tell me what you lack, and your Senior Brother will provide.”

Fang Wang shook his head with a smile, “Thank you, Senior Brother, but I don’t need anything for the moment.”

Lu Yuanjun nodded. He seemed to remember something and asked with concern, “Junior Brother Fang, I’ve heard that your Fang Family met with a great disaster three years ago. Has the matter been resolved? I have some connections in the Mortal Realm and could help you investigate.”

A man of two lives, Fang Wang understood that this was a probing question upon hearing it.

He sighed and said, “The Prime Minister of the current dynasty was behind it, and he has been executed by the emperor. It’s infuriating; I really wish I could have killed him myself.”

At these words, Lu Yuanjun showed a sympathetic expression, “Condolences. Soon, Grand Qi will transform into a Cultivation Dynasty, which is also an opportunity for your Fang Family. Let the past stay in the past, and from now on, pursue The Path of Immortality.”

“Yes, thank you for your concern, Senior Brother.”

“It’s nothing, Senior Brother didn’t do much. You should continue on your way; I won’t distract you anymore.”

After Lu Yuanjun finished speaking, he nodded toward Zhou Xue and then left on his sword.

Only when he disappeared at the edge of heaven and earth did Zhou Xue start to speak with a laugh, “I underestimated you. You’re quite good at keeping secrets.”

“Once the seed of suspicion is planted, it will become a taboo. It’s just uncertain how long he can hold back,” Fang Wang said, shrugging his shoulders, his tone calm.

Zhou Xue smiled and said nothing more, continuing to lead the way.

Xiao Zi cocked her head in curiosity, eager to know what they were discussing but too afraid to ask more.

…

Half an hour later.

Atop a cliff, Fang Wang sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by all kinds of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures ranging from flowering plants to peculiar stones, and even some indescribable objects.

Zhou Xue was drawing talismans. With each one completed, she affixed it to a wooden stick and then planted the stick around the periphery of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Fang Wang looked up to see the thunderclouds directly above, the oppressive Heavenly Might making him very uneasy.

“You’re not going to make the young master cross the Thunder Tribulation, are you?” Xiao Zi asked, unable to hold back any longer as she lay on a rock, and Fang Wang cast an approving glance her way.

This snake was quite perceptive!

As Zhou Xue continued with her talismans, she replied, “It barely counts as crossing the Thunder Tribulation. It’s not as dangerous as a real tribulation, just a bit painful. However, the lightning can help different medicinal effects merge better.”

A bit painful?

This is bad!

Fang Wang realized he was in big trouble; the “a bit painful” from an Immortal Venerable’s mouth was surely beyond a mortal’s imagination.

“You evil woman, you don’t have any malicious intentions, do you? Young master, do you really trust her that much? You can’t see what’s in someone’s heart. I’ve seen many cultivators come together dependently, but once they can’t get out, they start killing each other!” Xiao Zi was frantic, quickly trying to persuade Fang Wang.

Zhou Xue ignored Xiao Zi, focusing on her work.

Fang Wang was pleased with Xiao Zi’s attitude, but outwardly he still spoke with righteous indignation, “She and I are of the same clan, having shared life-and-death experiences together. How could there be no trust?”

Still, he felt apprehensive on the inside.

He had to stay guarded!

The Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art was his reliance, and Zhou Xue was unaware that he had mastered it.

“If I really wanted to deal with your young master, would I need to waste so many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures? As for possessing a body, I do not favor men’s bodies, and I have no need for possession,” Zhou Xue said irritably. After finishing, she glanced at Fang Wang with a meaningful look in her eyes.