I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter 74 Great Perfection of Celestial Sword Intent [Third Release, Requesting Monthly Votes]

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“Alright, since the senior has said so, this junior can only show his modest ability.”

Fang Wang clasped his hands and spoke, not for himself, but for Fang Hanyu, he had to brace himself and step forward.

At worst, he could just endure for a few hundred years!

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint revealed a smile, and Fang Hanyu, also feeling that Fang Wang was doing this for his sake, could only grip his sword hilt tightly.

Fang Wang stood up, facing the lake, while Xiao Zi emerged from beneath the lake, poking her head out and looking toward him.

Fang Wang’s gaze condensed, and a sword qi suddenly shot out at an extremely fast speed, piercing through the fog at the far end of the lake; soon afterward, a huge rumbling sound came from a distant mountain.

So fast!

Fang Hanyu was moved, his Absolute Heart Evil Eye barely keeping up with that sword qi just now.

The key question was, how was this sword qi released?

He did not even see spiritual power flowing out from Fang Wang’s body; could it be that the sword qi truly shot out from Fang Wang’s eyes?

The Sword Saint squinted his eyes and uttered four words: “Divine Nurturing Sword Qi!”

Fang Wang blinked, and his eyes returned to normal, no longer as sharp and cold. He turned back to the Sword Saint and asked, “This is the sword technique I’m most confident in, does it satisfy you?”

“What is your relationship with the Luo Bei Gu Family?”

“I have a good friend from the Gu Family who saw some potential in me, so he passed this sword technique to me.”

Fang Wang answered truthfully. His Divine Nurturing Sword Qi had reached Great Perfection, cultivated for ten years, and its power was already comparable to what most members of the Gu Family had cultivated for several decades, or even close to a hundred years.

The Sword Saint chuckled, turned around, and said, “Both of you, follow me.”

Fang Wang and Fang Hanyu exchanged glances and immediately followed.

Xiao Zi quickly leaped out of the water and landed on Fang Wang’s shoulder.

They walked into the pavilion, and with a wave of the Sword Saint’s sleeve, the door closed automatically.

In the hall, the Sword Saint sat on a cushion and gestured for Fang Wang and the other to sit in front of him.

“I started learning the sword at the age of six from a master on the mountain and traveled the world at the age of seventeen. By the age of twenty, I roamed the world unrivaled, but when I was twenty-one, I met a sword cultivator and was thoroughly defeated by him. Only then did I understand what true Sword Dao is: the Sword Dao of the mortal world possesses form but lacks intent.”

The Sword Saint slowly began, his gaze becoming distant as he spoke of his past.

These words resonated deeply with Fang Wang.

He, too, thought he was unrivaled at the age of sixteen, and before he could make a name for himself, a cultivator descended from the heavens, nearly leading him to his downfall.

If it had not been for Zhou Xue, an Immortal Venerable reincarnate, he would probably be close to fourteen years old by now.

“After that, I started pursuing the Path of Immortality. Fortunately, fate did not forsake me and allowed me to create an Earth Origin Precious Spirit. I wandered the Cultivation World for three hundred years. Then I traveled south to the overseas regions in search of a higher destiny. Only then did I realize that there are mountains beyond mountains, and heavens beyond skies,” said the Sword Saint with a sigh.

His gaze returned to Fang Wang and the other, “The path of cultivation is long, and Sword Dao is just one of the Three Thousand Great Daos. Too many people pursue pure Sword Dao because their hearts are filled only with competition and rivalry. The true Sword Dao should treat all things as the sword. When I was five hundred years old, I forgot all the swordsmanship I had mastered in my life and created a Sword Dao that truly belonged to me.”

“Celestial Sword Intent, with the intent of all things between heaven and earth as the Sword Intent.”

“Now, you can make a choice, one of you will inherit the Celestial Sword Intent, and the other will inherit my lifetime’s condensation of Sword Qi. I will solidify this Sword Qi into your Lifespirit Treasure, allowing you to become a Cultivator with multiple Lifespirit Treasures, and the grade will surpass my Lower Grade Earth Origin Precious Spirit.”

The Sword Saint spoke in a calm tone, as if he was discussing a trivial matter.

Fang Hanyu couldn’t help but ask, “Is it possible to pass all of it to him? I don’t want the inheritance.”

The Sword Saint glanced at him and asked, “Why?”

“It would be unworthy of me; my comprehension of the Sword Dao is nowhere near his, by what not tens of thousands of miles, and I don’t want to divide his chance,” Fang Hanyu said earnestly.

Fang Wang couldn’t help but say, “You’re being offered to choose, do you think you have the right to refuse? Don’t take yourself too seriously. If the Sword Saint is willing to pass it to you, you should just be happy. You don’t have the luxury of choice in this matter!”

After speaking, he looked towards the Sword Saint and said, “I’ll choose the Celestial Sword Intent.”

He already had three Lifespirit Treasures and didn’t need another, especially since he strongly suspected the Heavenly Palace would prevent the formation of a foreign Lifespirit Treasure. He still remembered the process of the Heavenly Palace Halberd’s birth vividly.

Moreover, since Fang Hanyu only possessed a Mysterious Origin Treasure Spirit, if he could obtain a stronger Lifespirit Treasure, it would be a fate-changing fortune against the heavens.

In this life, Fang Wang had few friends. Aside from Gu Li, he was only close to his family. Naturally, he would help if he could.

“But…” Fang Hanyu became anxious.

“Enough. The Celestial Sword Intent and Sword Qi Treasure Spirit cannot coexist; your physical bodies cannot bear both at the same time. One must choose, and my time is running short; I cannot wait much longer,” the Sword Saint interrupted their argument and spoke calmly, but his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Fang Wang couldn’t help but ask, “Do you trust us so much?”

The Sword Saint replied, “I can see through the sword heart from which the Sword Qi originates. Your sword heart is pure, free of much greed and distraction, and while his Sword Qi is extremely lethal, he is willing to consider your well-being, proving his loyalty and sense of righteousness. I have waited thirty years and can wait no longer. Perhaps you are not the ideal inheritors, but I have no other choice.”

“My unworthy disciple has scattered his sword heart and is not fit to inherit my Celestial Sword Intent. With such a fragile will, perceiving the grade of a Treasure Spirit as fate, he would likely become arrogant and oppress others if he were to receive a higher grade Treasure Spirit.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Wang felt somewhat ashamed.

If he had not emerged so unexpectedly, could Song Jinyuan have received the Sword Saint’s inheritance?

But what was done was done, and he couldn’t be overly sentimental about it.

“Let’s begin.”

Suddenly, the Sword Saint raised his hand, pointing his right index finger towards Fang Wang. Fang Wang’s eyes instantly stilled, and in them flashed the shadows of people practicing swordsmanship.

At this moment, Fang Wang thought of the mysterious shadow practicing swordplay he had seen over the lake all this time, which turned out to be the Celestial Sword Intent.

It seemed that the Sword Saint had long intended to teach him the Celestial Sword Intent, and what happened before was just a test?

Fang Wang’s mind briefly entertained the thought, but he soon became immersed in the Sword Saint’s legacy.

A multitude of sword moves flooded his vision, and they were branded into his mind, impossible to forget—this feeling was very strange.

It was passive, it was uncomfortable, yet there was an inexplicable thrill.

Not much time had passed.

The Sword Saint stopped, and with a look of nervous anticipation, he looked at the dazed Fang Wang and asked, “How do you feel?”

Fang Hanyu also grew tense, facing Fang Wang.

Fang Wang’s gaze gradually became clear, and he seemed to have aged ten years, exuding an air of twilight; he sighed, “Not bad…”

Dammit!

Fang Wang had underestimated the Celestial Sword Intent; it had taken him four hundred and six years, second only to the True Combat Technique.

“From now on, you don’t need to learn other sword techniques; focusing solely on my Sword Dao will suffice. With your Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure talent, it should take about ten years to master, fifty years to harness the will of all things in heaven and earth, and a hundred years to surpass me,” said the Sword Saint with a chuckling stroke of his beard.

Fang Wang nodded calmly.

“Alright, you can go out now. Next, I must transmit the Sword Qi to him, which will take a month. During this month, do not disturb me,” the Sword Saint instructed.

Fang Wang took a deep breath, stood up, then patted Fang Hanyu on the shoulder and walked out of the loft.

Having received the Celestial Sword Intent, he could now trust the Sword Saint!

The door shut behind him, and Fang Wang headed towards the wooden bridge, with Xiao Zi poking its head out from his embrace. It felt that Fang Wang had that sensation of being possessed again, but since this had happened before, it didn’t ask.

The Sword Saint looked at Fang Hanyu and said, “In fact, I can feel your sincere devotion to the sword. Zhou Yu cannot compare to you. In terms of the Sword Dao, you might one day…”

Meanwhile, outside the loft.

Fang Wang reached the end of the wooden bridge and slowly spread his arms wide, letting out a roar:

“Ah—”

His voice echoed over Sword Heaven Marsh, traveling far and resonating continuously.

Ten miles away, Gu Tianxiong, who was sitting on the lake surface contemplating the sword, opened his eyes and cursed, “Where did that brat come from, wailing like a ghost!”

It wasn’t just him; many sword cultivators were frowning.

Inside the loft.

The Sword Saint’s expression changed dramatically; he seemed to sense something, his eyes full of shock and horror.

Fang Hanyu hastily said, “Predecessor, please continue speaking; don’t mind him. He has always been eccentric ever since he was little.”

The Sword Saint took a deep breath and said, “In the future, you should never compare yourself with him. Focus on your own Sword Dao—that is the right path!”

Fang Hanyu’s eyes were covered by a cloth strip, but his expression still looked somewhat confused.

He really wanted to ask, “Did you actually mean what you said before?”

…

“No, I need to take a walk!”

Fang Wang dropped his arms and spoke sternly; although letting out a roar had felt quite relieving, he really didn’t feel like cultivating right now.

Xiao Zi followed with, “Master seems very upset. Would you like to play with me?”

Fang Wang pulled it out of his embrace and threw it into the lake, then turned and left.

He walked down from the wooden platform, continuing along the lakeside.

He remembered meeting someone before coming to Sword Heaven Marsh, what was the name again?

He couldn’t recall, but after giving it some thought, he figured that the person would definitely recognize him. He had a good impression of that person, who seemed to be someone interesting.

“Master, wait for me!”

Xiao Zi paddled swiftly across the lake surface.

…

At the Great Abyss Gate, within the first lineage, inside a cave dwelling.

Lu Yuanjun and Zhao Zhen sat opposite each other at a stone table, with Zhao Zhen pouring tea for Lu Yuanjun before speaking, “That kid has been gone for more than half a year. Have you found out where he is?”

Lu Yuanjun responded, “I have checked the direction of his disciple token by using the sect’s central network of magical artifacts. He’s in the south, quite far away, probably in those hundred thousand mountains. Exactly where, I can’t say.”

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and said, “During this time, I have been courting the Fang Family Disciples and have established a good relationship.”

Lu Yuanjun looked at him with a mockingly bemused expression and asked, “What now? You’re not afraid of him finding out anymore?”

“With the emergence of the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, the sect will surely protect him at all costs. Neither you nor I can compare with him, so why struggle with him? When Grand Qi becomes a Cultivation Dynasty, I will leave Grand Qi and seek my own path to immortality. I will never return,” said Zhao Zhen calmly.

At these words, Lu Yuanjun burst into laughter, but his laughter soon turned dark as he said coldly, “Leave? Where do you think you can go? If I were to kill you, he would have no way to trace it back to me, right?”

Zhao Zhen remained unflustered, replying coolly, “I’m just a living witness. With that ghost instrument of yours having absorbed so many souls, once it emerges, he will undoubtedly realize the truth. When that happens, you still won’t escape your fate. Killing me is pointless. Leaving the Great Abyss Gate, leaving Grand Qi, that is the best way out for both of us. The world is vast; where can we not go?”