I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 70 Great Perfection of the Sword Array, Sword Heaven Marsh [Sixth Release, Requesting Monthly Votes]

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“Then, Senior Brother, please go ahead.”

Fang Wang hastily made way, and Lu Yuanjun smiled and nodded. They brushed past each other.

As the two went their separate ways, Fang Wang leaped up, transforming into a streak of white light soaring toward the third peak. His face cooled, the smile no longer present.

Walking towards the Great Abyss Gate, Lu Yuanjun too lost his smile, his expression becoming particularly gloomy.

What was on each of their minds, only they themselves knew.

The Sect’s Main City remained noisy, although the confrontation between Fang Wang and the thirteen geniuses was brief, its sensational impact was long-lasting.

Fang Wang moved quickly, swiftly arriving at the third peak. Landing in front of his cave dwelling, Xiao Zi peeked out from his embrace and asked, “Master, do you have a grudge against that person?”

As Fang Wang took out his disciple token to open the mountain gate, he replied, “Indeed, I do.”

Once the mountain gate opened, he walked into his cave dwelling.

Xiao Zi slipped out of his embrace and, taking the opportunity, closed the mountain gate, then followed Fang Wang, asking, “Master, if you have trouble dealing with him, let me do it. One bite from me, and I guarantee he’ll wish he was dead.”

“No need. Killing him isn’t difficult, but the relationships behind him are complicated. Let’s wait a few more years. Perhaps he is already suffering quite a bit,” Fang Wang replied.

His observational skills were incredibly sharp, as he distinctly felt Lu Yuanjun’s nervousness during their recent encounter; he was merely feigning composure.

Perhaps Lu Yuanjun was still praying that Fang Wang would not discover the truth.

Fang Wang sat down in front of the white jade bed and took out the Jade Slip of the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation, falling into hesitation.

Should he start learning it now?

It was likely to consume two hundred years of his time.

But if he did not learn it now, when would he?

Fang Wang had recently made a big splash, so in the future, not many might dare to trouble him. However, those who would dare to cross him must be existences above the fifth level of the Profound Heart Realm.

Forget it!

Let’s learn it!

Fang Wang clenched his teeth, deciding to be harsh on himself. He immediately began to probe the Jade Slip with his divine sense.

Seeing him commence his cultivation, Xiao Zi did not disturb him anymore and went to the edge of the pool. It gazed at its reflection on the water surface, fantasizing it was a Dragon Head.

After half an hour.

Fang Wang’s eyes suddenly became unfocused, and his consciousness entered the Heavenly Palace.

Standing inside the grand hall of the Heavenly Palace, Fang Wang struggled to calm his mind.

While reviewing the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation, he realized it was even more profound and unfathomable than the Jinghong Divine Sword Art, which meant that the time it would take to cultivate it would be long.

“Train! I’ll see just how potent the sword formation that swept the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm is!” Fang Wang murmured to himself, pumping himself up.

With a thought, flying swords started to materialize around him. The Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation required swords to form the Sword Array, and to achieve Great Perfection, seventy-two formation swords were needed, with higher-quality swords resulting in stronger power.

Having thought his prior mastery of the Jinghong Divine Sword Art and the Divine Nurturing Sword Qi would make the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation less challenging to cultivate, he was surprised that even the initial stages nearly drove him to collapse.

It took a full forty years for him to barely enter the threshold. This Sword Formation required refinement of one’s divine sense and comprehension of the thunder-attribute Spiritual Energy, which was immensely profound.

With thunder’s essence solidifying the Sword Intent of the formation, transforming into the domain of the Nine Heavens swords, it would overpower all foes!

After entering the doorway, Fang Wang no longer found it tedious and became highly intrigued by the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation.

He felt that the potency of the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation was no less than that of the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art—to be precise, these were two different types of spells; the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art was suitable for destruction and breaking out of encirclements, while the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation was suited for mass slaying. Thunder had a natural overwhelming effect against certain special monsters, evil spirits, and Cultivation Techniques.

Time in the Heavenly Palace passed by.

By the time Fang Wang had brought the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation to Great Perfection, he looked back to find it had taken him a total of three hundred and forty-two years.

If seventy-two cultivators practiced the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation together, they would achieve progress with half the effort. However, finding seventy-two qualified individuals with keen perception for thunder attributes and insight into the Sword Dao was something not even the Great Abyss Gate could manage.

Fang Wang’s consciousness returned to the real world; his eyes regained their clarity. At this very moment, he was still holding the Jade Slip in his hand.

He tossed the Jade Slip into his storage bag, stood up, and said, “Xiao Zi, prepare to descend the mountain!”

Xiao Zi, who had been cultivating, opened its serpent eyes and asked with surprise, “So soon? Master, don’t you need rest after the big battle? And the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation, won’t you study it further?”

“Are you coming or not? If you’re not, I’m leaving!”

Fang Wang equipped the two storage bags on the table and then picked up the Qingjun Sword, heading toward the mountain gate.

Xiao Zi quickly followed him, afraid of being left behind.

“Master, why do you suddenly want to leave the mountain?”

“I’m feeling stifled.”

“Stifled? How did you get stifled? Do you need my help to release it?”

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“What do you know, and how exactly can you help me release my anger by letting me beat you up?”

“Ah? It’s not impossible, as long as the young master is happy…”

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Within Shiyuan Hall, Guang Qiuxian sat cross-legged on a cushion, his face looking exceedingly ugly, while Yang Yuanzi stood beside him, wearing an expression of rage.

“Foolish! Foolish! I’ve said it before, don’t indulge him. Just look at him, he’s just like his father, his heart isn’t that of a human at all!”

Yang Yuanzi reprimanded sternly, gritting his teeth as he struggled to suppress his anger.

Guang Qiuxian glared at him and retorted, “Indulge him? When he was seven, I listened to you and let Chen Anshi take him to travel the world until he was twenty! Do you have any idea how much he suffered during those years? Maybe it was those experiences that warped his heart!”

Yang Yuanzi said fiercely, “I don’t care. Fang Wang is my disciple and the hope of the Great Abyss Gate. No matter what, I will not allow Lu Yuanjun to threaten him. Since Lu Yuanjun has made a mistake, we should punish him. We must compensate Fang Wang. I suggest we make Fang Wang the head disciple of the Great Abyss Gate immediately! He deserves this status on his own merits!”

Guang Qiuxian frowned deeply, sighing, “Lu Yuanjun certainly must be punished. Otherwise, we would do a disservice to those wrongful spirits. But can this matter really be concealed forever? Should we communicate with Fang Wang in advance to mitigate this issue?”

“How can we mitigate a massacre?”

“Then what do we do? In a hundred years, Fang Wang is bound to become the strongest in the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm. At that time, will you and I be able to control him?”

“Why control him? My disciple is broad-minded and kind-hearted, never bullying the weak. As for his grudge with Lu Yuanjun, the best solution is to make Lu Yuanjun disappear, to send him away!”

Yang Yuanzi stated in an indisputable tone, pausing for a moment before adding seriously, “Brother, we can’t indulge him any longer. We are indebted to his mother, yes, but that was to his mother. As for such a calamitous son, just living is enough!”

Guang Qiuxian remained silent.

At that moment, a disciple’s voice came from outside the door of Shiyuan Hall: “Sect Leader, Fang Wang is not in his cave residence. Disciples have investigated and discovered that his disciple token has left Great Abyss Gate. He must have gone down the mountain.”

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Guang Qiuxian and Yang Yuanzi changed in an instant.

“Alright, go back to your cultivation,” Guang Qiuxian replied, and the disciple outside the door immediately withdrew.

Shiyuan Hall had special prohibitions in place that could block prying eyes, so both men weren’t worried about their conversation being overheard.

Guang Qiuxian’s expression was odd as he said, “It’s only been two hours since he obtained the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation. Other sects’ prodigies haven’t left yet, but he’s already gone down the mountain. Could it be that he’s fleeing with the secret technique?”

Yang Yuanzi glanced at him in disdain and said irritably, “What are you suggesting, that he’s a Demonic Dao spy? Would you really use a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure as a mole? If he were truly a spy, why not climb to the position of vice sect leader or even take your place? To flee for a technique that cannot be practiced—do you think that’s likely? Moreover, the Fang Family has more than just him in the Great Abyss Gate. I really don’t understand why our master chose you as Sect Leader!”

“I was just joking. What are you getting so worked up about? And attacking me,” Guang Qiuxian defended himself, clearly irritated.

Yang Yuanzi snorted and said, “Bring Lu Yuanjun here. I want to interrogate him myself!”

Guang Qiuxian hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded in agreement.

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Amidst the boundless sea of clouds, a magnificent black hawk swooped down. The horizon glimmered with twilight, crimson rays illuminating the sky, while the mountains and rivers below gradually darkened, creating a uniquely desolate and beautiful scene.

“Young Master, can you go any faster?”

Xiao Zi lay on the head of the black hawk, asking curiously.

The black hawk immediately flew towards the ground, landing directly beside a large river amidst the mountains. The moment it landed, it transformed back into a human form—a man in white clothing, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a treasured sword, looking like a weary swordsman from the martial world.

Xiao Zi was tossed onto the ground by Fang Wang, who then went to sit by the river to meditate.

Xiao Zi quickly scrambled beside Fang Wang, cooing, “Young Master, where are we going? It’s been half a month since we left, and you’ve been flying everywhere. I’m afraid you’ll get obsessed.”

While gathering Qi, Fang Wang replied, “Soon, no more than two hundred li away.”

It had been half a month since he’d descended from the mountain. To ease the frustration of having been confined for three hundred forty-two years in the Heavenly Palace, he transformed into a black hawk, traveling through the Grand Qi Kingdom, passing dozens of cities, and occasionally even rescuing citizens oppressed by bandits.

Now, he was less than two hundred li from the Spirit Molding Ground recommended by Zhou Xue.

Seeing that he wasn’t inclined to talk much, Xiao Zi gave up trying.

Fang Wang began to close his eyes and restore his spirit.

The sun gradually set.

As the sky darkened, the sound of something tearing through the air startled Xiao Zi, causing her to look up.

A middle-aged man dressed in blue brocade flew in on a sword. He had a robust build, carried a large sword on his back, and his handsome face was enhanced with a beard, giving him the charm of a rugged man.

He landed on the riverbank about fifteen meters away from Fang Wang and asked with a smile, “Young man, are you also heading to Sword Heaven Marsh?”

Fang Wang opened his eyes and glanced at him, responding with a question, “You too?”

He hadn’t heard of Sword Heaven Marsh, but given the man’s high cultivation level and proximity to his landing spot, they were probably headed to the same location.

“Of course. Sword Saint has finally made an appearance. How could I miss it? They say he’ll be waiting at Sword Heaven Marsh for the fated one, and I think I might be that person,” the middle-aged man laughed, appearing somewhat frivolous and very much like a wanderer.

The man continued, “By the way, have you heard? The Sword Saint’s sole disciple, Song Jinyuan, was defeated by Great Abyss Gate’s top talent Fang Wang. They say Song Jinyuan gave up sword practice because of it. Tsk, tsk, I wonder what the Sword Saint would think if he knew about this.”

“But then again, Fang Wang is truly formidable. Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure! My oh my, legends become reality. Young man, what sect are you from? Why not switch to Great Abyss Gate? The Great Abyss Gate is destined to rise. My daughter is in the Great Abyss Gate and has a great relationship with Fang Wang.”