I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Chapter 81: The One Favored by the Heavens, The Struggle of Fate [Third Update]

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After much persuasion from Gu Tianxiong, Gu Li finally made up her mind not to disturb Fang Wang. She turned around and entered the loft to start cultivating.

Gu Tianxiong let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself how close it had been.

This flash of insight in desperation was indeed a stroke of genius.

Indeed!

In this way, he should urge his daughter to focus on her cultivation more in the future, so she won’t be in contact with Fang Wang.

“My dear daughter, your father will help you in your pursuit of a husband. You just stay away from him for now. Besides, Fang Wang has no such intentions towards you; it’s better to avoid the heartache,” Gu Tianxiong thought, and the guilt in his heart vanished, replaced by a sense of being moved.

As a father, no one else could measure up to what he was doing!

Gu Tianxiong turned and left, planning to have a talk with Fang Wang.

Taking a wife or concubines could wait, but some assurances had to be secured!

Meanwhile.

Fang Wang sat at the edge of the bridge, stretching languidly. He sighed, “When will the Sword Sect come? It should be about time, right?”

Xiao Zi lay beside him, looking out over the vast lake, and replied, “Who knows? Maybe they’re scared.”

If one looked closely, a shadowy figure practicing swordsmanship could be faintly seen in her snake eyes, moving too fast to be clearly discerned.

Fang Wang turned his head to look at Xiao Zi and reached out to rub its snake head.

In recent months, Xiao Zi had behaved itself, a change that made it seem uncharacteristic.

Fang Wang knew the reason; it was immersed in the comprehension of swordsmanship, but the situation was absurd to him.

A snake with a greater understanding of the Sword Dao than Song Jinyuan?

Indeed, it was a snake demon that had survived in the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven.

At that moment, Song Jinyuan walked onto the wooden bridge, stopping behind Fang Wang, and said, “Master, we still haven’t found the divine sword.”

The Sword Saint transmitted the Celestial Sword Intent to Fang Wang, while the Sword Qi was used to create a treasure spirit for Fang Hanyu. He had even given his storage ring to Fang Hanyu, but the divine sword was not inside.

Before the Sword Saint passed away, most sword cultivators sought after his sword.

It was rumored that the Sword Saint’s sword was a superior spiritual weapon, containing the ultimate power of the Sword Dao that enticed swordsmen from all over.

“If we can’t find it, so be it. The master must have had his plans. If it’s destined for us, it will naturally appear before us.”

Fang Wang was not too hung up on the situation; he had three Lifespirit Treasures and was not particularly eager for the Sword Saint’s sword.

“Sure, here are the seventy-one superior grade spiritual swords you asked for.”

Song Jinyuan nodded, then tossed a storage bag into Fang Wang’s lap.

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow, “So soon?”

Song Jinyuan said, “Most of them were gifts from various forces, sorted by Fang Hanyu. After all, as the newly recognized Sword Saint, the treasures gifted to you are bound to be swords. I also contributed two, and I had a few Sword Servants go out to buy a dozen or so more.”

The price of a superior grade spiritual weapon was certainly not low.

Fang Wang was about to reach into his own storage ring for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, but Song Jinyuan turned and left him with a parting word:

“You are the master of Sword Heaven Marsh and my junior brother; consider it a welcoming gift from me. The Sword Servants are also grateful for the Sword Intent you’ve taught them, so there’s no need for you to dip into your storage ring.”

Fang Wang turned to look after him. Song Jinyuan had gone five steps before leaping up to ride his sword toward the distant mountains.

He couldn’t help but be amused; his senior brother was quite tsundere, wasn’t he?

In a low voice, he said, “Xiao Zi, did you see that? That’s the advantage of having power. When will you go out and establish your own kingdom to collect Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for me?”

“Forget it, I don’t have that kind of power. It’s better for me to stay by your side. If you ever get bored, you can still have some fun with me,” Xiao Zi casually replied, causing Fang Wang’s mouth to twitch.

It was all Gu Tianxiong’s fault!

That old rascal!

Fang Wang fell silent, holding Song Jinyuan’s storage bag, taking out the magic swords one by one and beginning to refine their restrictions.

Not long after, Gu Tianxiong arrived, going on and on about wanting Fang Wang to promise not to tell Gu Li about their previous nonsensical conversation. Fang Wang agreed, but Gu Tianxiong, thinking he agreed too readily and suspecting a trick, insisted on obtaining written proof. It took a while before he finally left.

Once Gu Tianxiong was gone, Fang Wang couldn’t help but comment, “Xiao Zi, don’t you think he’s a fool? Isn’t getting written proof akin to creating evidence against oneself?”

Previously, Gu Tianxiong could have denied everything outright. Now, with the proof in his hands, losing it would spell disaster.

“He’s always been a bit foolish,” Xiao Zi responded nonchalantly.

…

When the year’s agreement arrived, Sword Heaven Marsh became extremely bustling. The lakeside was filled with people, and representatives from all the major sects were there, including those from Great Abyss Gate led by Greedy Sleeper, Zhao Chuanqian.

“Elder Zhao, the Sword Sect won’t dare to come, will they?” Zhou Bo asked, glancing at Zhao Chuanqian who was meditating in front. Around him were hundreds of disciples, all from Great Abyss Gate, and their strength was not to be underestimated, with even the weakest being branch disciples.

The other disciples began to discuss among themselves, all feeling that the Sword Sect had chickened out.

Most people didn’t know much about Kong Xi of the Sword Sect, but they regarded Fang Wang as a legend.

Having practiced cultivation for four years, Fang Wang made his name in the Nine Veins Combat Method and was then revealed to have the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure as his Lifespirit Treasure. He swept across thirteen elite talents, and later, after obtaining the Sword Saint’s inheritance, he slayed the Great Demon King and was called the Heaven Yuan Sword Saint. All these achievements were enough for the disciples of the Great Abyss Gate to take pride in.

Now, as they traveled the world, the cultivators who knew they were from the Great Abyss Gate would marvel at Fang Wang’s strength, which brought them glory by association.

“You know nothing. Anyone can be afraid, but not him, Kong Xi. That old lad probably came here with killing intent!”

Greedy Sleeper sneered. When he mentioned Kong Xi, he couldn’t help but curse, obviously bearing a grudge against him.

Zhao Chuanqian opened his eyes and said calmly, “The name of the Sword Sect should not be underestimated. Even if the Sect Leader faces him, he might not be able to win.”

Sect Leader!

The disciples immediately quieted down. They believed that Fang Wang was indeed powerful, but if compared to the Sect Leader, it was almost inevitable that Fang Wang would fall short. After all, as disciples of the Great Abyss Gate, they naturally regarded Sect Leader Guang Qiuxian as the strongest in their sect.

Fang Wang excelled beyond Guang Qiuxian after just sixteen years of cultivation?

That is also…

Zhou Bo, who loved to tout Fang Wang’s accomplishments, couldn’t help but fall silent.

Greedy Sleeper was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head, frowning in a certain direction. Zhao Chuanqian did the same, his eyes sharpening.

At this moment, all the cultivators at the Profound Heart Realm around the lake looked up in the same direction.

It was a majestic mountain, with the sun just perched at its peak. Following their gazes, one could see a figure standing atop the mountain, silhouetted against the bright sun, their black clothes fluttering in the wind.

Sword Sect!

At the same time.

Fang Wang, who was seated cross-legged at the head of the bridge, slowly stood up. He waved the Qiankun Fan in his right hand lightly as he gazed at Kong Xi in the distance.

Xiao Zi looked in that direction, hissing and speaking, “Master, he’s very strong, it feels like he’s even more formidable than the previous Great Demon King. No wonder he dares to challenge you.”

A breeze stirred across the lake, the mist surged, and Fang Wang’s white garments billowed. Locks of hair beside his ears lifted as his eyes brimmed with anticipation.

How could he not look forward to a battle that had caught the attention of the world?

In his youth, who didn’t yearn to be famous throughout the world, to become a hero admired by all?

After sixteen years of cultivation, Fang Wang had his own confidence. This battle was also being watched by his family, and he was determined to show his strongest form.

“Mysterious Origin Sword Saint Fang Wang, I am here!”

Kong Xi’s voice suddenly rang out, loud as thunder, exploding in the air and startling thousands of cultivators into standing up, with those living in the lofts also emerging.

His voice echoed over the Sword Heaven Marsh, resonating for a long time.

Fang Hanyu, Song Jinyuan, and the Sword Servants all gathered behind Fang Wang. Their gazes reached into the distance. Although they couldn’t clearly see Kong Xi’s figure, they could feel the powerful Sword Qi.

“I was eight years old when I joined the Suspended Vast Sword Sect, and at twenty, I achieved Spiritual Refinement with only a Middle-grade Profound Origin Precious Spirit. By twenty-five, I traveled the world and had the fortune to meet the Sword Saint. His Sword Dao fascinated me. Unfortunately, the Sword Saint said my talent was not sufficient to be accepted as his disciple.”

Once again, Kong Xi’s voice rose, and he began to recount his past.

These words moved many of the Sword Servants, for they shared a similar experience; they had all wished to become disciples of the Sword Saint, but were rejected.

“The grade of one’s spirit treasure seemed to be determined by fate, a notion that confined me and led me to a moment of loss. However, I later realized that cultivation itself is an act of defying the heavens. If one is to defy the heavens, then why believe in fate? Therefore, I devoted myself to probing the sword. My enlightenment lasted two hundred years, but when I wanted to prove myself to the Sword Saint, I found that he had already traveled southward to the sea!”

To defy the heavens!

These words resonated with the hearts of most cultivators at Sword Heaven Marsh, causing them to empathize.

Fang Wang remained unmoved, sighing inwardly.

What a clever tactic!

With these words, no one would say that Kong Xi was bullying the less experienced—they would empathize with him, and even support him.

“After the Sword Saint left, I roamed the world, challenging all the great cultivators of the Sword Dao across this land, eventually establishing the name of the Sword Sect. But what of it?”

“Without defeating the Sword Saint, the Sword Sect is but a joke!”

“Sadly, the heavens did not favor me. When my retreat ended and I finally awaited the Sword Saint’s return, I learned that the Sword Saint had passed away!”

“Hahaha! The Sword Saint has passed away! And to add irony, before his death, he chose a genius with the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure as his successor! How ironic. The Sword Saint succeeded—at least he proved to me that he could find someone with greater talent than mine!”

“The Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, its legend has been passed down through the ages on this vast land, yet no one has ever seen it!”

“Fang Wang, you are the favored one of the heavens. From birth, you were destined to have everything—the strongest talents, the best master, the best of everything. But defeating the Sword Saint has been the goal of my life’s pursuit!”

“This battle today, you shall represent the Sword Saint and his quest for the ultimate talent and face me! Putting aside the Suspended Vast Sword Sect and the Great Abyss Gate, there are no grudges, only a predestined battle!”

Kong Xi’s laughter rang out, echoing over Sword Heaven Marsh. His heartfelt words touched the vast majority of the spectators.

At this moment, they seemed to see an ordinary cultivator drawing his sword against his destiny on the brink of doom.

They couldn’t help but compare themselves to Fang Wang—what were these spectators in comparison?

At least the Sword Sect dared to challenge, while they could only come to join the excitement, or perhaps to curry favor with Fang Wang!