I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 69: Unable to Withstand a Single Blow, Inheritance of the Sword Array 【Fifth Update】

Translator: 549690339

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The White Dragon loomed in the sky, and within the dragon’s head, Fang Wang appeared as if he were a Dragon God, his indifferent eyes gazing down upon the thirteen prodigies below.

This was his first time publicly performing the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art. He hadn’t done so before, fearing that possessing a treasure might bring him blame, but now he had a certain level of confidence. Although he did not dare to claim to be invincible, showing his strength appropriately would help him avoid more trouble.

Since his Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure had been exposed, he wanted to tell the world that he had grown up!

Whoever dared to scheme against him using the Fang Family should first measure if they were worthy!

Everyone was shocked by the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art. The White Dragon that Fang Wang had become was not only visually stunning but also exuded a powerful aura that even through the formation could be felt by the disciples outside.

The thirteen prodigies below felt it even more, treating him as a formidable opponent, some even beginning to sweat from their foreheads.

“Attack together, by joining forces, we may not lose to him. The more powerful the technique, the greater the consumption of Spiritual Energy!”

Liu Jun of the Suspended Vast Sword Sect said in a deep voice, as he pulled his bow into a full circle, concentrating Spiritual Power into an arrow, aiming at Fang Wang in the sky.

The other geniuses stimulated their Lifespirit Treasures, casting their most powerful spells.

Fang Wang’s gaze sharpened, and he suddenly dived downward, his roar shaking the heavens. The twenty-zhang-long White Dragon descended with a momentum like that of a sky collapse!

How fast!

Song Jinyuan’s pupils shrunk, a sense of alarm rising in his heart. He was the quickest to react among them; his figure flickered in place, casting sword moves swiftly as if drawing five clones, all lifting their swords to slash towards the heavens with soaring Sword Intent.

Liu Jun twisted his body, his upper half angled towards the sky, releasing his arrow in fury. The arrow, transformed from Spiritual Power, became a streak of intense light, swift and forceful as thunder.

The ultimates of the other geniuses were equally grand, making the Sect’s Main City shudder.

The White Dragon fiercely plummeted, tearing through all attacks with absolute dominance. When it was about to hit the ground, it abruptly changed direction and struck at Liu Jun.

The White Dragon’s speed was too fast; before Liu Jun could dodge, he was hit hard, spitting blood and flying out to crash against the formation’s light barrier, sliding down slowly.

Before he could land, the other prodigies were consecutively blown off the sparring platform!

The White Dragon was unstoppable, ramming into anyone it encountered leaving Spiritual Power scattered, causing minor to severe injuries, from internal upheaval to fractures and broken bones.

In less than the time for three breaths, ten people had been thrown off the platform, and it was so quick that the spectators throughout the city didn’t even have time to speak, all staring intently at the twelve golden mirrors in the sky, where within the White Dragon appeared so mighty, like a celestial beast descending to wreak havoc in the mortal realm.

Standing within the head of the dragon, Fang Wang had his sights set on who he considered the strongest—Song Jinyuan.

Song Jinyuan quickly retreated, his right hand executing sword moves. Numerous Flying Swords flew out from his storage bag, rapidly forming a Sword Array and drawing nature’s spiritual energy to converge.

Facing the incoming White Dragon, he fiercely threw his sword. Dozens of Flying Swords followed in the formation’s trail, accompanied by wind and thunder, with fierce Sword Intent.

Boom——

His Treasured Sword was directly knocked away, each of the Flying Swords shattered to pieces, and their Sword Intent dispersed, raising strong winds and shaking the formation’s light barrier.

Song Jinyuan’s eyes widened with shock.

His prized Sword Array was so easily defeated?

Before he had time to think further, the White Dragon rammed into him, rendering him unconscious as his body flew out like a shooting star.

Fang Wang had sped up particularly to deal with him, and luckily it was a success.

Only two remained now!

Fang Wang immediately turned around, and to his surprise, the last two fled the platform in fear, not daring to fight.

Fang Wang then halted, his feet touching the ground. The White Dragon coiled around him, dissipating into a gust of wind, the sound of dragon’s roar resounding once more.

The entire ordeal lasted less than six breaths of time!

All the spectators shared the same sentiment.

Effortlessly dominant, unrivaled!

The contestants were not even on the same level!

Despite facing many, Fang Wang had shown a strength beyond everyone’s imagination.

Everyone had great expectations for the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, but no one had anticipated the fight would go to such extremes.

After a brief silence, the Sect’s Main City erupted in thunderous cheers and amazement.

“My God, what kind of spell is that, too strong, right?”

“So strong… those famous geniuses working together were no match for him in one single round!”

“Is that the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure? It’s too exaggerated. Aside from cultivation level, he’s also mastered such an incredible technique!”

“Why do I feel that he’s transcended the category of a genius, feeling that even the elders might not be his match.”

“After this battle, the title of Grand Qi’s number one prodigy is undoubtedly his.”

As disciples and cultivators from all sides debated in awe, the Peak Masters and the elders looked upon Fang Wang with complicated eyes.

They felt a sense of danger.

Facing the immediately preceding Fang Wang, they indeed lacked the confidence to claim a sure victory. Some elders even felt they were inferior to Fang Wang.

Zhao Chuanqian looked at Fang Wang with a complex look in his eyes.

Fourteen years ago, he had brought Fang Wang up the mountain, at that time regretting choosing the third meridian for Fang Wang. But now, fourteen years later, Fang Wang had grown to such an extent.

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Greedy Sleeper couldn’t stop laughing as he boasted to the surrounding elders about how, from the very first glance at Fang Wang, he knew the boy would one day soar to great heights; he just hadn’t expected that day to come so soon.

Sword Saint’s Successor Song Jinyuan lay on the ground, struggling to rise but utterly unable to. Fortunately, the Great Abyss Gate elders hurried over to help him sit in meditation and heal his injuries.

Barely opening his eyes, Song Jinyuan saw a blurry figure standing on the spellcasting platform that seemed achingly out of reach.

After eighty years of cultivation, he had never felt such defeat.

At first, when he heard that Lu Yuanjun had shaped a medium-grade Earth Origin Spirit Treasure, he was disdainful, still confident in his own Sword Intent. But now…

He was plunged into an unprecedented state of confusion.

Is strong Sword Intent enough to make up for the gap between Lifespirit Treasure grades?

Lu Yuanjun stood among the talented of Great Abyss Gate with a complex look in his eyes at Fang Wang. Around him, the disciples excitedly discussed the recent battle, but he couldn’t maintain his composure because Fang Wang had just demonstrated terrifying strength. Without using that ultimate treasure, he wasn’t entirely confident he could face him.

From afar, Zhao Zhen glanced at Lu Yuanjun. Seeing his expression, Zhao’s eyes grew cold, and he silently turned to leave.

Zhou Xue watched the triumphant Fang Wang, chuckled softly to herself, and likewise turned to leave.

Guang Qiuxian stood on the spellcasting platform and, seeing that the elders had begun healing the geniuses, turned to Fang Wang and said, “Fang Wang, come with me.”

He appeared calm, but inside he was extremely anxious.

Fang Wang was too strong!

He feared that the tree that stands out in the forest will be the first to be destroyed by the wind!

Defeating so many geniuses single-handedly, how could the eight major factions be at ease?

He needed to think of a strategy to deal with this.

Fang Wang put away the Heavenly Palace Halberd into his Treasured Spirit Space, then followed Guang Qiuxian’s steps off the spellcasting platform, and Qiuxian even called Elder Zhang from Task Hall to join them.

Along the way, the disciples all chanted Fang Wang’s name.

Fang Wang felt mixed emotions as these disciples truly lacked the composure of cultivators. Just by transforming into the White Dragon, he had driven them into a frenzy; what if he were to become the Black Dragon?

Along the way, Elder Zhang couldn’t stop singing Fang Wang’s praises, to the point that Fang Wang himself felt somewhat embarrassed.

Guang Qiuxian led the way ahead without turning back or joining in the conversation.

The three of them made their way quickly to the Task Hall, and upon reaching the fourth floor’s Elder’s Chamber, Guang Qiuxian spoke, “Record eight hundred thousand contribution points for him!”

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow; this was three hundred thousand more than had been agreed upon in advance.

He hurriedly took out his Disciple Token and handed it to Elder Zhang.

Elder Zhang complied immediately, chuckling, “It’s not just eight hundred thousand, I think even a million is too little for the reputation this battle has brought. It’s immeasurable.”

Guang Qiuxian glared at him and retorted, “Are you the Sect Leader, or am I?”

Elder Zhang snorted and stopped talking.

It was clear from the relationship between the two that they were close and lacked a strict hierarchical divide.

Fang Wang remembered someone mentioning that Elder Zhang was the Sect Leader’s senior brother, nearing the end of his life with not many years left.

Soon after, Elder Zhang handed the Disciple Token back to Fang Wang, who followed Guang Qiuxian as he turned and motioned for Fang Wang to keep up.

Elder Zhang sat down, watching Fang Wang’s retreating figure, and remarked with a sigh, “To witness a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure in my twilight years, truly the heavens have graced me…”

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After leaving Task Hall, Guang Qiuxian took Fang Wang back to the Main Meridian and into Shiyuan Hall, where they stood facing each other. Guang Qiuxian asked what Fang Wang wished to learn.

Without hesitation, Fang Wang chose the third vein’s Sect Heritage, the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation!

This Sword Array was the most profound secret of the nine veins; to date, no one else had inherited it, including Yang Yuanzi, which implied that the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Array was stronger than the Jinghong Divine Sword Art.

Guang Qiuxian looked at him deeply, then raised his right hand, and a gust of wind echoed through the corridor. Shortly after, a Jade Slip flew into his palm, and he passed it on to Fang Wang.

“This is the inheritance Jade Slip for the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation. I can give you at most ten years; after that, you must return it,” Guang Qiuxian said solemnly.

Fang Wang nodded and quickly replied, “It won’t take that long. As soon as I memorize the cultivation method, I will return it early.”

Guang Qiuxian nodded, “The Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Array was created by the second Sect Leader, who once travelled beyond the land of Grand Qi to a vast dominion in search of immortality. Upon his return, he swept through the Cultivation World with the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Array. Unfortunately, no one managed to inherit his legacy. You, being a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure bearer with a strong comprehension of the Sword Dao, I hope to see it reemerge in your hands.”

Fang Wang immediately agreed, and Guang Qiuxian, without further ado, waved his sleeve to gesture that he could leave.

Fang Wang stowed the Jade Slip in his storage pouch and then bowed before taking his leave.

Upon exiting Shiyuan Hall, he was about to fly back to the third vein when he suddenly noticed someone approaching the mountain, and he hurried to greet them.

“Brother Lu, long time no see,” Fang Wang greeted with a smile.

Lu Yuanjun, upon seeing him, showed a moment of discomfort, but soon reverted to his usual enthusiastic demeanor, laughing, “Brother Fang, your performance was impressive. I feel I’m no longer a match for you.”

“You flatter me, Brother Lu. I still need to cultivate further to catch up to you. By the way, what brings you here?” Fang Wang asked with a shake of his head and a wry smile.

The two seemed to have a close relationship, with no hint of enmity.

Smiling, Lu Yuanjun answered, “About the intelligence on the other sects, I have to report to the Sect Leader.”