I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 60

Chapter 58: Southern Executioner Heavenly King, Cao Ran

Translator: 549690339

Mountains surround a great lake shrouded in mist, where the clear water reflects the peaks, creating an enchanting scene akin to a heavenly realm on earth.

Fang Wang sat down by the lake for meditation, sensing the spiritual energy of the area. A smile appeared on his face as he praised, “Not bad, indeed an excellent place for cultivation.”

Xiao Zi breathed a sigh of relief. On their way here, Fang Wang hadn’t spoken much, occasionally emitting a sinister aura that left it trembling with fear.

“You may move around freely. For now, I will cultivate here.”

After Fang Wang finished speaking, he began his practice of Qi gathering.

He needed to meditate and gather Qi to calm his mind. The air here was fresh, with every view capable of broadening one’s heart.

Xiao Zi immediately left Fang Wang’s chest, looked back at him, flickering its tongue a few times, and then quietly left.

There was still plenty of time before the half-year deadline, and Fang Wang already had ample gains. Choosing to meditate here was a good decision.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and continued to gather spiritual energy while gazing at the misty landscape.

Mountain and water appeared mystical and surreal under the veil of the fog, with ripples forming on the lake surface intermittently as fish occasionally leapt out—everything was incredibly beautiful.

After having spent more than four hundred years in the Heavenly Palace, he never tired of such scenery.

And so, day turned to night, and days passed by.

Fang Wang remained seated by the lake, never rising, watching the fog clear and form, the proud sun rise and set, feeling the hostile energy within him dissipate.

Every few days, Xiao Zi would return, each time bringing various heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Although Fang Wang was resting, it dared not stop, feeling that only by working hard could Fang Wang be prevented from having second thoughts.

A month later.

Fang Wang’s mood had returned to normal, and Xiao Zi could clearly sense that his smiles had become more frequent, easing its tension.

On this day, shortly after Xiao Zi had left, Fang Wang took out the Golden Scale White Feather Robe and began to refine the master-recognizing restrictions within.

With the power of the True Combat Technique, his perception of magic artifacts had greatly surpassed before, allowing him to swiftly locate the master-recognition restrictions.

The restrictions of the Golden Scale White Feather Robe were extremely intricate, making it difficult to master. Had it been before, it might have taken a long time to control, but as someone who had achieved Great Perfection in the True Combat Technique, his refinement went smoothly.

Three hours later.

The treasure, which was at least a top-grade magic artifact, acknowledged him as its master. As he stood up, the floating Golden Scale White Feather Robe directly clung to his body, bursting with golden light, engulfing his form.

Two breaths later, the golden light faded, and Fang Wang was adorned in the Golden Scale White Feather Robe. Under the sun, the scales on the robe shone brilliantly, the wide sleeves and the hem fluttered like white feathers, with an aura of greatness enveloping him and visible golden dragon energies swirling around, as if an Immortal Monarch had descended to the mortal realm.

Fang Wang felt as light as a swallow, for the Golden Scale White Feather Robe could automatically absorb nature’s spiritual energy and had protective restrictions which would activate upon attack.

Wearing this robe, he felt in top condition, and he could even channel his own spiritual power to recharge the robe.

What a treasure!

Fang Wang grew even fonder of it, and he was curious about the defensive capabilities of the Golden Scale White Feather Robe. However, he couldn’t test it within the bounds of the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven.

With a thought, the Golden Scale White Feather Robe slipped under his Tai Yuan Sect disciple’s robe and disappeared. He could feel it transforming into a thin layer against his skin, ready to be summoned at any moment.

Convenient!

Fang Wang was in an even better mood having acquired such a treasure.

Instead of continuing his Qi gathering and cultivation, he walked to a nearby forest, cut a branch, and fashioned it into a fishing rod, with roots of the long grass for a fishing line.

He prepared to fish and relax for a few days.

It wasn’t long before he was sitting by the lake, starting to fish.

Without using spiritual power, he sat idly for half a day until dusk when he finally caught a fish, but unfortunately, he yanked too hard, and all that emerged on the hook was a fish mouth.

Despite the failure, Fang Wang found enjoyment in the activity.

Three days later, Xiao Zi returned and, upon seeing him fishing, was even more convinced he had been possessed.

“Wonder which demon it is…”

Xiao Zi thought anxiously, cursed with the Soul-Binding Curse; it had no choice but to follow Fang Wang.

In that period, Fang Wang could feel Xiao Zi’s demonic Qi rapidly increasing, probably due to swallowing the flesh and blood of the black Jiao dragon. He did not point it out, and Xiao Zi did not mention it either.

Another half month passed.

The tranquil days were inevitably disrupted.

In the early morning, the dense fog on the lake churned violently, and a powerful wind howled in, lifting Fang Wang’s black hair and fluttering his robe.

Xiao Zi, which had been sleeping beside him, was also startled awake and looked up with a panicked expression showing even on its small snake head.

“So you are Fang Wang of the Great Abyss Gate? You’ve made this old man search far and wide!”

A cold voice echoed between the mountains and reverberated over the surface of the lake.

The dense fog parted like startled waves as a figure emerged into Fang Wang and Xiao Zi’s view—a middle-aged man in a voluminous black robe with blood-colored flame patterns, his hair disheveled, wearing a bronze forehead protector inlaid with a red jade bead. His leopard eyes and bushy eyebrows sat above his slightly dark complexion, and he sported a defiant smile resembling a humanoid fierce ghost.

Fang Wang had never seen the man, but he could sense that the stranger’s aura was strong, slightly more so than the black dragon he had encountered previously.

“Who are you?”

Fang Wang stood up and asked.

He could no longer remember the scene when entering the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, unsure if he had seen this man before or which sect the man came from.

“Jin Xiao Sect, Southern Executioner Heavenly King, Cao Ran!”

The man in the black robe sneered, looking down at Fang Wang with amusement.

“I heard that the Great Abyss Gate has produced a once-in-a-millennium genius who can defeat a ninth-level Spirit Elixir Realm cultivator after only three years of cultivation. Someone has put a price on your head, you won’t mind if this old man takes it, will you?”

Jin Xiao Sect?

Fang Wang felt as if he had heard of it, but he could be certain that the Jin Xiao Sect was not one of the Nine Great Sects of the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm.

No matter the origin of the Jin Xiao Sect, Fang Wang wasn’t about to sit and wait for death!

He raised his right hand, and the hilt of the Rainbow Sword appeared out of nowhere in the center of his palm. He seized it in stride, and golden light emanated from his body as the Golden Scale White Feather Robe materialized.

Cao Ran frowned upon seeing his attire.

Xiao Zi grew excited, not expecting Fang Wang to have mastered this treasure. The robe had to be at least an exquisite magic artifact!

Cao Ran gave off an extreme sense of danger, which had made Xiao Zi very nervous before. Now seeing Fang Wang summon the Golden Scale White Feather Robe, it felt suddenly at ease.

Fang Wang soared into the air, reaching the same height as Cao Ran. The Rainbow Sword in his hand burst forth with a white light blade, causing Cao Ran’s pupils to shrink.

This kid…

Was not simple!

Cao Ran, who had lived for hundreds of years, could see at a glance that both the Rainbow Sword and the Golden Scale White Feather Robe were extraordinary.

High-Grade Spirit Treasure, exquisite magic artifact!

This was just his conservative estimation; he couldn’t determine the specific rank of the two treasures.

Without another word, Cao Ran raised his right arm, and a Black Great Cauldron appeared above his head. This three-legged cauldron was engraved with mysterious patterns. As soon as it appeared, billows of black air poured out of it, as if a group of demons were charging out.

“Although I’ve just suffered a severe injury and my realm has fallen, I still possess the cultivation of the fifth level of the Profound Heart Realm. Kid, today you’ll see just how high the sky is in the cultivation world. Without having grown up, you’re nothing at all!”

Cao Ran laughed angrily, his right palm striking towards Fang Wang. The black air from the cauldron transformed into a giant black tiger’s head, roaring as it rushed towards Fang Wang.

It was incredibly fast!

Fang Wang seemed unable to dodge in time and was hit head-on by the black air tiger head. The black air scattered, engulfing him.

Cao Ran frowned, his eyes revealing a disdainful look.

Just then!

The black air suddenly dispersed and a white Sword Qi struck out, startling Cao Ran into leaping aside. The Sword Qi flew by, slicing the dense fog on the lake surface in half, cutting across unchecked, hitting a distant mountain. The mountain side exploded, sending rocks flying and dust billowing, nearly shearing off the mountaintop.

Turning his head, Cao Ran saw that as the black air dispersed, Fang Wang’s figure emerged. Bands of golden dragon energies wound around the Golden Scale White Feather Robe, his right arm raised, the white light from the Rainbow Sword blade dazzling. In that moment, Fang Wang’s aura underwent a sudden transformation, even his gaze changed.

What was that look in his eyes?

Having escaped death numerous times and faced countless perils, Cao Ran was still seeing such a gaze for the first time. His heart trembled involuntarily.

“This kid…”

Cao Ran clutched a leg of the Great Cauldron, drawing upon his Spiritual Power; his black robe fluttered intensely.

Fang Wang had intentionally taken the blow to test the Golden Scale White Feather Robe’s defensive capabilities.

It turned out that even the attack of a fifth-level Profound Heart Realm cultivator couldn’t breach his defenses.

Is that all?

Fang Wang didn’t bother feigning anymore and directly unleashed the True Combat Technique. At this moment, he possessed only the will to fight. In his eyes, Cao Ran was already a dead man!

Sword shapes began to appear all around him, and as more formed, his aura climbed higher and higher. The golden dragon energies even emitted a dragon’s roar. Waves rose on the lake below, and his aura was formidable.