I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 62

Chapter 60 Demon Monarch, Yin Yang Xuan Ming Zhen Gong

Translator: 549690339

“The Sect Hierarch of the Divine Dragon shows up unfathomably, her whereabouts unknown to me as well. I am waiting for her, too.”

Zhou Xue replied, her tone calm, her gaze still fixed on the horizon.

Beyond the cliff lay a vast wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see. At the edge of the sky, flashes of bright light sparkled intermittently. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that two cultivators were in battle, the flashes of light coming from the magic artifacts they wielded.

Following her gaze, Cao Ran couldn’t help but marvel, “After seeing the strength of that kid Fang Wang, these so-called geniuses seem quite ordinary. Are you truly not deceiving me that he has only been in the Great Abyss Gate for three years?”

Zhou Xue chuckled softly, “If you have doubts, then believe what you choose to believe.”

Cao Ran snorted coldly, “Always pretending to be inscrutable—it’s not amusing. I’m leaving.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Before he had gone far, Zhou Xue turned to call after him, “Before you leave, don’t forget our main purpose.”

Cao Ran waved his hand dismissively, then transformed into a mass of black mist and quickly flew towards the horizon.

Zhou Xue turned back and continued watching the battle.

…

For most cultivators, the half-year in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven was an ordeal, each day feeling as long as a year; however, for some powerful cultivators, they felt time was too short, as they had yet to explore the entire Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven.

Ever since Cao Ran left, no other cultivator had come to disturb Fang Wang. Whenever a demonic beast happened by, it was unnecessary for him to take action as Xiao Zi could handle it.

With each passing day, Xiao Zi’s demonic qi grew stronger, and Fang Wang felt it was no weaker than Xu Lang—this was only judging from its demonic qi. Having stayed in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven for many years, it surely must have inherited some exceptional skills.

“It’s finally over.”

Fang Wang stood up and stretched. Two days ago, he had broken through to the Spirit Elixir Realm Second Layer, so he had not practiced cultivation these past few days. Instead, he spent his time playing by the lake with Xiao Zi, waiting for the Artifact Spirit of the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven to send them out.

Xiao Zi snuggled into his chest, clinging to the front of his clothes. Since learning that the Artifact Spirit would send the cultivators away, Xiao Zi had barely left Fang Wang’s side, staying curled up in his arms, afraid that Fang Wang might be sent away while it was left behind in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven.

“Master, how much longer?” Xiao Zi asked nervously, her voice soft and pitiable.

Fang Wang stroked her snake head and laughed softly, “I don’t know either. Don’t worry, we’ll get out.”

Xiao Zi had been hit with a Soul-Binding Curse and belonged to him; the Artifact Spirit should be able to discern that.

In this period, Xiao Zi had helped him gather many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, filling his two storage bags. Considering how tirelessly it had worked for him, it was only natural for him to reassure it.

“Once we get out, I’ll release the curse and set you free. Now you can think about where you’d like to go,” Fang Wang said, twisting his waist to stretch his muscles even as he spoke.

After returning to the Great Abyss Gate, he planned to seclude himself until reaching the Spirit Elixir Realm Ninth Level—at that point, with his exceptional skills, there would be few in the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm who could take his life.

“Where to go…”

Xiao Zi muttered in Fang Wang’s embrace, her snake eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

Previously, she only thought of escaping. She rarely considered this question, especially after meeting Fang Wang—she was too preoccupied trying to please him to think about anything else.

Indeed.

Where should she go?

After more than three hundred years in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, she had no home outside.

Not only was she without kin, but everything outside was unknown. Where should she head to?

Fang Wang sensed her gloomy mood and realized he hadn’t comforted her properly, so he suggested, “If you don’t know where to go, you could stay with me for a while. Whenever you wish to leave, just tell me. Once we leave the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, you won’t be of any help to me, and I have no reason to keep you trapped. If I wanted to keep your secrets hidden, I would have killed you outright.”

He tried to keep his voice as even as possible, to avoid frightening Xiao Zi.

Convinced by his reasoning—as Fang Wang no longer sought inheritances, and could have harmed her long ago if he wished—Xiao Zi coquettishly said, “Then I will follow Master for now, hoping Master will cherish me.”

“Who did you learn that from?” Fang Wang asked, speechless, slapping her snake head lightly.

“A hundred years ago, a man and a woman mistakenly entered the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven. When they realized they couldn’t leave, the female cultivator spoke to the male cultivator just like that. Ever since then, the male cultivator doted on her, and when they encountered evil spirits, he even sacrificed himself to let the female cultivator escape to safety,” Xiao Zi said, blinking her eyes.

Fang Wang retorted irritably, “I wouldn’t sacrifice myself to save you. If we encountered danger, I’d throw you out as a distraction to buy me time.”

“Master must be joking, how could you possibly be in danger? Anyone daring to provoke you is simply courting death!”

Her words were pleasing to Fang Wang, particularly because she seemed earnest, as if speaking from the heart.

In this way, the human and the demon idly chatted to pass the time.

Until noon, a powerful beam of light descended from the sky, startling Fang Wang into looking up. He had no time to dodge and was enveloped by it, his vision blurring.

“Young Master!”

The sound of Xiao Zi’s alarmed cry reached Fang Wang’s ears, making his heart sink. Had Xiao Zi been left behind?

Unfortunately, he was unable to move, powerless to do anything.

A few moments later, Fang Wang felt his feet touch the ground and regained control of his body. He instinctively reached for his chest.

“Young Master?”

Xiao Zi’s voice sounded again, timid as if fearing it was all a dream.

“Yes, we’re out,” Fang Wang replied, and then took a step forward.

After five steps, his vision cleared, and what entered his sight were the Vice Sect Leaders and Elders of the Nine Great Sects.

Zhao Chuanqian saw him and visibly relaxed, an unexpected smile spreading across his usually stern face.

“What are you standing around for? Let’s go,” Zhou Xue said as she came up from behind and nudged Fang Wang with her shoulder.

Fang Wang immediately followed her pace, and as for Xiao Zi, it stayed close within his embrace, scared to be seen. He could even feel it trembling.

The disciples of the different sects walked towards their respective sects, quickly forming nine separate factions.

Only seven disciples from Great Abyss Gate had survived and returned, namely Fang Wang, Zhou Xue, Gu Li, Lu Yuanjun, Xu Lang, Ye Xiang, and Yan Feiyue.

There were casualties in all sects, but Great Abyss Gate fared relatively well. Fang Wang noticed that only three disciples from Green Cicada Valley had returned, the atmosphere there exceedingly bleak.

Vice Sect Leader Chen Anshi looked towards Xu Lang, who had lost an arm and seemed utterly different from when he had first entered the fray. Despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes were fiercer than before.

“Only two dead, that’s not too bad,” Chen Anshi said cruelly, yet as the group was not made of the naive, there was no anger.

The other Elders of Great Abyss Gate did offer their consolation.

At this moment.

Xu Qiuming and Xu Tian Jiao of the Suspended Vast Sword Sect approached, causing everyone from Great Abyss Gate to turn their heads.

“Fang Wang, thank you for saving my sister. I owe you a favor. If you ever need my help, as long as it does not harm the interests of Suspended Vast Sword Sect, feel free to write to me,” Xu Qiuming said seriously. He appeared youthful but when his face was devoid of smiles, the aura of grave dignity he exuded was quite oppressive.

Fang Wang nodded slightly and exchanged a few courteous words with Xu Qiuming while Xu Tian Jiao also expressed her gratitude.

Xu Qiuming did not linger and left with Xu Tian Jiao.

After they departed, Chen Anshi didn’t ask them further. He gestured with a sweep of his sleeve, and the wooden ship that had brought them to the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven appeared in mid-air. The disciples promptly followed Chen Anshi onto the ship.

Upon their initial arrival, the Nine Great Sects had exchanged pleasantries. However, as their departure from the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven neared, the interactions had greatly diminished, as though a great calamity loomed.

The wooden ship flew swiftly through the sky. Standing at the edge, Fang Wang saw the other eight sects dispersing in different directions, all moving rapidly.

“During the return journey, everyone must stay vigilant and not let their guard down,” Chen Anshi’s voice echored, explaining why the sects had departed so quickly.

Coming in, they vowed not to carry grudges, but that was just a superficial agreement.

How could a sect like Green Cicada Valley, left with only three disciples, swallow such a slight?

“Junior Brother Fang, what did you gain?” Lu Yuanjun came over to Fang Wang with a smile and asked. His smile was warm and sunny, easily endearing and could make one let down their guard.

Fang Wang replied with a smile, “It was alright.”

In a low voice, Lu Yuanjun said, “I won’t hide it from you, junior brother, I’ve acquired one of the Three Great True Cultivations from Ji Hao Sect, the Yin Yang Xuan Ming Zhen Gong. If you are interested in learning it, once we return to the Sect, just come to me anytime.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Wang quickly said, “How could I accept such a thing? Senior brother, you risked your life to obtain it. I can’t just reap the benefits.”

“Junior Brother Fang, with your remarkable talents, sharing a cultivation method with you is actually helping the Sect to nurture you. When I become the Sect Leader someday, you’ll be the Vice Sect Leader, so there’s no need for modesty,” Lu Yuanjun said with a smile.

Although their voices were quiet, everyone present were cultivators. How could they not hear?

The Elders didn’t turn to look at them, but the disciples couldn’t help but cast glances in their direction.