I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Chapter 68 Brilliant Light, The Divine Dragon Appears [Fourth Update, Seeking Monthly Pass]

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As the disciples discussed the influx of prodigies, Zhou Xue gathered with the Fang Family Disciples, the only exception being Fang Hanyu.

Fang Zigeng spoke, feeling emotional, “Fourteen years of cultivation and already overpowering those who’ve cultivated for dozens of years in sheer presence—could this be the deterrence of the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure?”

The other Fang Family Disciples were excited, feeling a vicarious sense of honor.

Zhou Xue, however, remained calm, her gaze fixed on the combat platform, lost in thought.

At that moment, exclamations from distant disciples rang out.

“Fang Wang has arrived!”

Zhou Bo called out excitedly, his right hand pointing towards Fang Wang.

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a figure flying in from the direction of the third vein—it was indeed Fang Wang. He was not riding a Flying Sword, but his white disciple robe fluttered in the air. His aura was not strong, yet as he skimmed past the sky above the Sect’s Main City, his otherworldly demeanor easily drew people’s eyes to him.

After so many years of cultivation at the Heavenly Palace, Fang Wang exuded an indescribable sense of vicissitude which, combined with his youthful and elegant appearance, gave birth to a unique charm.

Zhao Zhen, watching Fang Wang’s silhouette, remarked sentimentally, “There are people whose presence alone lets you know who the main character of the story is.”

The surrounding disciples from the third vein echoed the sentiment. Fang Wang was now the pride of the entire third vein; you only had to praise Fang Wang to win the friendship of third vein disciples. Zhao Zhen’s words made him even more beloved among them.

Lu Yuanjun also looked towards Fang Wang, a smile of expectation and admiration on his face.

“It’s been ten years, and who knows how strong Fang Wang has become now,” Yan Feiyue mused.

The image of Fang Wang slaying the black Jiaolong in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven was still vivid in his mind, as if it had happened only yesterday.

Gu Li, with her veil, stared intently at Fang Wang, her eyes filled with anticipation, for she believed Fang Wang could win.

Fang Wang moved through the gap in the Formation around the combat platform and landed lightly, becoming the center of attention in an instant. Scorching gazes came at him from all directions, yet his expression remained calm, his posture erect, as he casually rested his right hand on the hilt of his Qingjun Sword at his waist. Xiao Zi still resided in his embrace, too shy to peep out.

Cultivators were allowed to bring their Demon Pets into combat since a cultivator’s overall strength was never solely determined by their cultivation level.

“Fang Wang really does have an impressive demeanor,” Fang Mo commented admiringly.

With so many cultivators watching, Fang Wang remained unfazed. To think that he was one of his own clan, Fang Mo now had an almost surreal feeling.

Zhou Xue’s expression remained unchanged, and she chose not to voice any opinions.

Greedy Sleeper stood outside the combat platform, performing a gesture with his hand, and twelve Golden Mirrors soared from within the Sect’s Main City. Rapidly enlarging, they hovered in the air above the city, reflecting the combat platform so that Fang Wang’s form could be seen from any corner of the city.

“Is that Fang Wang? How handsome he is!”

“Ten years have passed, and Brother Fang Wang’s charm has only grown stronger.”

“It’s hard to believe he’s only been cultivating for fourteen years. Just standing there, I feel like he’s already won.”

“That’s just the psychological suggestion that the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure brings you. You all think that the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure should win.”

“Strong as the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure may be, against thirteen first-rate talents of this era in succession, it’s hard to imagine that he’ll win every match, right?”

Discussions among the cultivators reverberated throughout the city. The vast majority of disciples believed Fang Wang was certainly the strongest, but his opponents were too numerous. To win against them all, that was unlikely; it wasn’t as if it was the Nine Veins Combat Method—his opponents were the elites of various factions.

Guang Qiuxian leaped onto the combat platform, his face beaming with a gentle smile. Stroking his beard, he chuckled, “Today is the day of discourse between the Tai Yuan Sect Disciples and the talented cultivators from all around the Cultivation World. We discourse and not bear grudges, winners and losers will eventually emerge, but the Path of Immortality goes on without end. Regardless of the outcome, I hope both parties will share their sights on the great Dao of longevity.”

His words, echoed by the twelve Golden Mirrors across the city, received waves of admiration from the Nine Veins disciples and cultivators alike. The Sect Leader really does speak with such a grand vision.

At the edge of the combat platform, the thirteen prodigious talents preparing to challenge Fang Wang were chatting and laughing.

Liu Jun from the Suspended Vast Sword Sect, dressed in blue and graced with charm, with a folding fan in hand, smiled at his fellow talented cultivators and said, “Dear friends, how about letting me go first to test his depth?”

As soon as he said this, a genius cultivator from the Crimson Sect coldly rebutted, “Why should you go first?”

The other talents joined in, all wanting to be the first to challenge Fang Wang. First, they were aware of the years Fang Wang has spent cultivating, and second, they were confident in their abilities, each wanting to defeat Fang Wang fair and square.

Just then, a voice floated over:

“Gentleman, stop the quarrel, come up together.”

Hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the thirteen talents froze, and they all looked at Fang Wang in astonishment.

Guang Qiuxian’s smile stiffened as well, as he looked at Fang Wang to see if he was serious.

That day, Fang Wang had mentioned wanting to deal with these talents all at once, leading Guang Qiuxian to believe it would be a series of consecutive battles like the Nine Veins Combat Method. Little did he know this young cultivator actually intended to face all these talents alone.

The twelve Golden Mirrors focused on Fang Wang; thus, even if he spoke softly, his words would be clearly conveyed to every corner of the city, and he did not speak in hushed tones—his voice was loud and clear.

The city fell silent, and even the Tai Yuan Sect Disciples were moved.

Lu Yuanjun’s smile vanished, anxiety creasing his brow.

Zhao Zhen, however, maintained his smile, though his hands clenched tightly within his sleeves.

“Hmph, are you not being too arrogant?”

Song Jinyuan, the exclusive disciple of the Grand Qi Sword Saint, stared coldly at Fang Wang, his words icy. He stood with his arms folded across his sword, dressed in plain clothes, a bamboo hat on his head, his features weathered, and his eyes as fierce as a lion’s—both detached and exuding a domineering air.

Fang Wang said calmly, “None of you would want to miss the opportunity to cross hands with me, so let’s all go together, save some time. Besides, if it’s one-on-one, you really don’t stand a chance.”

Arrogant!

This was the first impression everyone had upon hearing his words.

Zhou Xue’s lips curled up, revealing a smile for the first time on her face.

Seeing Fang Wang so confident, Guang Qiuxian had no choice but to believe in him and thus spoke up, “If that’s the case, then all of you go up to the stage together.”

Even he said so, the thirteen prodigies naturally couldn’t refuse. They leaped onto the combat platform in quick succession, swiftly lined up, and surrounded Fang Wang. Their looks towards Fang Wang varied—some were angry, some disdainful, some envious, and some full of mockery.

Liu Jun tucked his folding fan into his belt and raised his hand to summon a large bow, sneering, “Fang Wang, bring out your Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure and let us take a good look. I’m really curious about what it looks like to make you so contemptuous of everything else!”

Song Jinyuan didn’t bother with pleasantries and drew the long sword from his hand. The blade, four fingers wide and silver-blue in color, exuded cold air, making it obvious that its quality was extraordinary.

The other prodigies each brought out their magic artifacts, and some directly summoned their Lifespirit Treasures.

Fang Wang raised his right hand, and the Heavenly Palace Halberd materialized in his grasp. This time, he did not conceal the true might of the Heavenly Palace Halberd. A domineering aura erupted, sweeping across all directions and stirring up a strong wind.

Hummmm—

A dragon’s hum came from within the Heavenly Palace Halberd, resonating throughout the entire city and capturing the attention of all cultivators.

What a domineering halberd!

Although many disciples had seen the Heavenly Palace Halberd during the Nine Veins Combat Method ten years ago, they were still amazed to see it anew.

At this moment, the Lifespirit Treasures of the thirteen prodigies began to tremble, and those prodigies who hadn’t summoned their Lifespirit Treasures were shocked to find them uncontrollably revealing themselves.

The disciples surrounding the combat platform also changed in complexion as they felt their own Lifespirit Treasures becoming restless. Fortunately, the platform was isolated by a formation, preventing their treasures from going out of control.

“Could the anomaly back then have been because he molded a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure?”

Some couldn’t help but exclaim. Sixteen years ago, when all the sect’s disciples’ Lifespirit Treasures uncontrollably flew out of their bodies and trembled, how could they ever forget that?

Lu Yuanjun’s expression was grave. His outward appearance seemed no different from the other disciples, but inside, his desire to kill surged.

He felt the threat from Fang Wang, and it was intense!

He thought of Zhao Zhen’s words—if Fang Wang were to surpass him and came to know the truth of those years ago, could he really let him off?

Although he had only interacted with Fang Wang a few times, he realized that Fang Wang was different from most cultivators; he was not eager to pledge allegiance for benefits. Perhaps that was the nature of a true genius, needing no one else.

Fang Wang, halberd in one hand, clothes flapping in the wind, his aura like a rainbow, surveyed the surrounding prodigies and spoke, “Gentlemen, why not announce your names? Today’s battle is also our first encounter. I hope that we can become friends through fighting, and together we pursue the path of eternal life.”

He wanted to compete, and he intended to do it openly and honorably!

But he didn’t wish to make enemies out of arrogance.

Upon hearing this, the thirteen prodigies relaxed their expressions. They could understand Fang Wang’s arrogance—if they had Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasures, they would undoubtedly be even more arrogant. But now Fang Wang was extending an olive branch, how could they refuse?

Despite their anger, they all knew deep down that Fang Wang, with his Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, would eventually become a legend beyond their reach.

“Crimson Sect, Tang Kun!”

“Chi Devil Sect, Li Lisheng!”

“Sword Saint Disciple, Song Jinyuan!”

“Taiqing Gate, Lu Xunfeng!”

“Tian Shu Sect, Mo Bei!”

One prodigy after another announced their names. After everyone had finished, Fang Wang actually soared into the air, holding the halberd in one hand as he flew.

The thirteen prodigies subconsciously looked up to him.

“Ten years ago, I mastered a unique art in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven. Now, I’ve barely scratched the surface, and I would like to demonstrate it to all of you.”

Fang Wang looked down at them, his voice calm. As his words fell, streams of qi started to swirl around his body, quickly wrapping around him and solidifying into a massive dragon head.

Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art, Qi Dragon!

Guang Qiuxian looked up, his brow furrowed, equally curious about the unique art Fang Wang had mastered.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Qi Dragon around Fang Wang quickly solidified, with the dragon whiskers and eyes becoming vivid, as if a dragon spirit had possessed him.

Shape Dragon!

Then, the Shape Dragon burst into white light, transforming into a White Dragon!

Seeing this, both Guang Qiuxian and the Nine Veins peak masters’ faces changed drastically, as if they had thought of something, their expressions one of disbelief.

Fang Wang leapt again, originally just a dragon head, but as he rose, the head ascended and a body extended below, as if a divine dragon was traveling from another dimension. When he reached a hundred meters in the sky, a white dragon, twenty-zhang long, stood proudly in the high air, overseeing the combat platform.

Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art!