I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 75
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Chapter 75: Chapter 72: The Third Lifespirit Treasure [Seeking Monthly Votes]
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Sword Saint is expecting me?
Fang Wang was secretly surprised, debating whether to reveal his identity outright, but then he recalled Zhou Xue’s words. Zhou Xue had instructed him to hide his name and identity, certainly with good reason.
On the next part of the journey, the man in yellow chattered incessantly. At first, Fang Wang thought the man was intentionally giving him tips, but he later realized he was just venting his complaints.
After the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
Following the man in yellow, Fang Wang arrived at a pavilion by the lake, where the waters were densely covered with lotuses, and mist veiled the scene, giving the impression of a fairyland.
“This lake area possesses a natural Heavenly Dao Spiritual Vein hidden deep underground. The Sword Saint used a Sword Array to draw it to the surface. You can perform your Spiritual Refinement here and stay as long as you like,” he said.
Having spoken, the man in yellow turned and left.
Fang Wang bowed to him in salute, then stepped onto the wooden platform by the lake. The platform before the pavilion was simple, with a broken bridge straight ahead, resembling a sword thrust into the lotus-covered waters.
Fang Wang didn’t enter the pavilion; instead, he walked onto the wooden bridge to admire the view before him.
Mist enshrouded the scene in murky beauty, unable to conceal the majestic shapes of mountains across the lake. The lotuses fluttered slightly in the breeze, and occasionally, a red fish would leap from the water as if attempting to escape its fate and transform into a dragon.
Xiao Zi wriggled out of Fang Wang’s embrace and started to climb towards the pavilion behind him. Fang Wang did not stop it and simply sat down to meditate on the spot.
He had already sensed with his divine consciousness that there was no one in the pavilion, no rats or insects, and no human presence for miles around. He was far from the Sword Saint’s Sword Servants, and the quiet here was undisturbed.
As he enjoyed the scenery of Sword Heaven Marsh, Fang Wang suddenly grew fond of it. With no rules and no strife, it was indeed a fine place for cultivation. Perhaps this was why so many Sword Cultivators were willing to become Sword Servants.
Half an hour later, Fang Wang finally closed his eyes to practice.
To perform Spiritual Refinement, he first needed to sense the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Vein beneath the lake.
With his eyes closed, day turned to night, and days passed as if a fast-forward button had been pressed on the world, the fog rapidly surged on the lake, and the sea of clouds churned fiercely in the sky.
…
In the blink of an eye.
A month flew by.
One afternoon, Xiao Zi was lazing on a lotus leaf in the sun when it suddenly felt something and looked up sharply. It saw nature’s spiritual energy converging towards Fang Wang, forming a visible vortex that whirled around him.
“Is he really about to undergo Spiritual Refinement?”
Xiao Zi was internally astonished. It had thought Fang Wang was merely bluffing Gu Tianxiong since Fang Wang already possessed two Lifespirit Treasures.
Unbelievable…
Three Lifespirit Treasures…
Xiao Zi remembered a legend it had heard within the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, and its eyes glittered with hope.
After a month, Fang Wang had finally sensed the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Vein, and his Treasured Spirit Space began to tremble. He had found the feeling for Spiritual Refinement.
He was about to undergo Spiritual Refinement now!
Strands of Solaris True Fire emerged from his body, circling around him and moving upwards toward his crown, where they coalesced together.
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Meanwhile.
Tens of miles away by the lakeside, Gu Tianxiong and several Sword Cultivators followed a young boy down a corridor, among them was none other than Fang Hanyu.
Fang Hanyu wore a blindfold and walked at the back of the group.
Gu Tianxiong was as enthusiastic as ever, engaging in lively conversation with the accompanying Sword Cultivators.
Fang Hanyu, on the other hand, quietly admired the lakeside scenery.
As they rounded a corner of the corridor, a woman’s voice carried to them: “Song Brother, it’s time to come out and practice your swordsmanship. How long will you wallow in idleness? Though the Sword Saint hasn’t said anything, his lack of summoning you speaks volumes of his dissatisfaction.”
Gu Tianxiong and the others fell silent, turning to look. Ahead, a woman in plain clothes with her hair tied in a ponytail and two swords at her waist stood with a determined expression. She waited by the door of a house, furrowing her brow.
Upon seeing Gu Tianxiong and his group approaching, she stepped forward to make way.
The boy nodded slightly to her, then brushed past.
The group passed by the house and hadn’t gone far when they heard a mocking voice from within: “Practice the sword? What’s the use? In the face of Lifespirit Treasure grades, the so-called understanding and heart of the Sword Dao are nothing. Fate has already set the rules for us…”
Song Jinyuan!
The Sword Saint’s sole direct disciple!
Hearing his words, the crowd kept silent, continuing on their way.
After walking a hundred steps, one of the Sword Cultivators finally sighed, “Song Jinyuan was once so spirited when he followed the Sword Saint back to Grand Qi, sweeping across peers from the Nine Great Sects with his sword. Now, to have fallen to… alas!”
Another chimed in, “It can’t be helped, Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, ah. Lu Yuanjun became famous throughout the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm with just a mid-grade Earth Origin Spirit Treasure, even capable of fighting across realms. Compared to that, you can’t imagine the strength of a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure.”
The other Sword Cultivators joined in expressing their emotions, and the name Fang Wang had become thunderous among Cultivators over the past two years.
Fang Hanyu followed at the back, accustomed to these tales, especially during the past month; the story of Fang Wang defeating thirteen contemporary elite talents with a single move had spread like wildfire. The storied achievements of those talents had been excavated once more—the more one understood the strength and legend of those talents, the more incredible Fang Wang’s feat seemed.
Moreover, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art had also become known. A decade ago, the Ji Hao Sect’s secret realm emerged, and various sects fought bloodily over the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art and the Heavenly Gang Saint Body Technique, and in the end, they could only excavate the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven together. Unexpectedly, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art had already been obtained, and by none other than the exceptional talent with the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure. Some said openly that this Divine Skill was choosing its own successor.
Though cultivators defy the heavens for the pursuit of longevity, the longer they practice, the more they believe in fate.
“What is predestined must eventually come to pass; what’s not meant to be should not be forced.”
Fang Hanyu, upon hearing the legends about Fang Wang, didn’t feel pride but was filled with an endless fighting spirit. He was determined to catch up to Fang Wang and fight alongside him.
Gu Tianxiong began boasting again about how close his daughter was with Fang Wang; of course, the other sword cultivators didn’t believe it at all.
After walking a while longer, the boy finally stopped in front of a room door, turned around, and bowed respectfully to it.
“Sword Saint, these people have passed the first round of trials.”
The boy whispered. All of Sword Heaven Marsh’s sword servants directly addressed Sword Saint by his title, reportedly at his own instruction.
Clang——
The door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind howled out, causing the boy’s robe to violently flap backward, startling the sword cultivators into bowing their respects.
As Gu Tianxiong bowed, he raised his eyes and saw a figure in white stepping out from the room, surrounded by numerous tiny shadows of swords. Every step left afterimages, as if his soul was separating from his body, entrancing Gu Tianxiong.
Sword Saint!
His white hair was coiled beneath a white jade crown, his complexion rosy and full of vitality, with eyes brilliantly alive as if two tiny figures were fencing within his pupils, their sword light overflowing.
“Take them to the Sword Nurturing Pond for the baptism.”
The Sword Saint said this and then turned into a gust of wind, disappearing into the thick mist above the lake in the blink of an eye. The sword cultivators turned their heads only to see the lingering afterimages of the Sword Saint on the lake’s surface, which were created by his sword qi.
“Is this the Sword Saint? I wonder what realm he’s reached,” Fang Hanyu thought to himself in astonishment.
Even within Great Abyss Gate, he’d never met such an exalted figure.
Not even Sect Leader Guang Qiuxian, in his opinion, could necessarily compare to the Sword Saint.
“Follow me, everyone.”
The boy spoke, then continued walking forward. The sword cultivators silently regretted that they couldn’t meet the Sword Saint face to face just yet.
…
On the wooden bridge over the lake, Fang Wang was sitting in meditation, his body levitating, as he was afraid of setting the wooden bridge on fire, so he allowed himself to float.
Having mastered the Combat Heart, he could turn his body into a magic artifact and then use the Sword Control Technique to take to the air. Such a method was quite easy for him.
Rolling Solaris True Fire converged above his head, forming a fireball, with waves of heat intermittently spreading out, shaking the pavilions and dispersing the mist over the lake.
Xiao Zi was intently watching Fang Wang, its eyes filled with anticipation.
It didn’t notice that at the far end of the lake behind it, someone was approaching through the heavy mist—a figure was slowly emerging, and it was the Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint walked on the waves, his sword qi now dissipated, his whole being merging with nature, virtually invisible. His gaze was fixed on Fang Wang, his white brows furrowed.
“This fire… I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before…”
The Sword Saint thought to himself. After pondering for a few moments, his pupils suddenly dilated.
“Could it be Solaris True Fire? No, with his cultivation, how could he possibly have been to such a forbidden place…”
The Sword Saint’s eyes remained intently on Fang Wang, watching the Lifespirit Treasure above Fang Wang’s head, his eyes revealing a look of expectation.
At that moment, Fang Wang’s consciousness was within the Treasured Spirit Space, assessing it.
The third Lifespirit Treasure was taking shape!
As for the third Lifespirit Treasure, Fang Wang had already had an idea. He didn’t want to create another long or short weapon. He wanted a support-type Lifespirit Treasure.
Ideally, it would be a Lifespirit Treasure with sealing power. Fang Wang kept leaning toward the idea of a seal in his designs.
But to his disappointment, he failed. Perhaps because his understanding of sealing arts was not deep enough—creating Lifespirit Treasures relies on imagination, but it must be based on one’s own insights. One cannot create powers that have never been encountered, and the Soul-Binding Curse was not purely a sealing art.
Since it was temporarily impossible to create a sealing-type treasure, he had to choose another type.
He had no choice but to bring forward his idea for the fourth Lifespirit Treasure.
He wanted to create a folding fan!
A fan with terrifying wind force, akin to the Banana Leaf Fan from “Journey to the West”—of course, creating an actual Banana Leaf Fan was impossible for him now.
This wind was not just for physical objects in the world but also for souls. He wanted this folding fan to have the power to annihilate ghosts and capture souls!
The reason for this was to prepare for Lu Yuanjun, and also for Green Cicada Valley—to disperse poison fog with the fan as if it were nothing.
The Solaris True Fire already had the ability to suppress souls, so his idea was achievable.
Gradually, the fireball above his head began to change, slowly condensing into a folding fan.
Nature’s spiritual energy madly rushed towards his head, forming fierce winds that blew from all directions with immense force.
Thunderclouds rolled in from the horizon towards Sword Heaven Marsh, plunging the area into darkness.
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