I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 87: The Position of the Chief Disciple of the Main Meridian

Translator: 549690339

Dusk gradually descended.

On the hillside, Fang Wang strode forward, his Golden Scale White Feather Robe covered in blood, even his face smeared with traces of it, Xiao Zi lay on his shoulder, equally drenched in blood.

He walked over to a large rock and sat down, the afterglow of the setting sun spilling over him, casting half of his face in shadow, among the mountains between him and the setting sun lay the enormous bodies of poisonous insects and the corpses of Green Cicada Valley demonic cultivators, a shocking sight to behold.

Exhausted!

Exhausted like never before!

Fang Wang stored the Heavenly Palace Halberd in his Treasured Spirit Space, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, at this moment he wanted to do nothing, he didn’t even feel like gathering Qi, he just wanted to be idle for a while.

Before this battle, he longed for an opportunity to fight with all his might, and this battle indeed required his utmost effort. However, there were too many enemies, exhausting both his Spiritual Power and physical strength. After using Black Dragon to break through the Myriad Poison Array, he fought for a hundred miles. Those demonic cultivators dared not confront him, but in their escape, they released poisonous insects wildly, buying themselves time.

Fang Wang didn’t know how many poisonous insects he had killed, thankfully the Golden Scale White Feather Robe could block the splashes of venom.

Moreover, with the existence of the Combat Heart, he was able to enter the perfect state for battle, with no insect or spell able to ambush him.

Reflecting on this battle, he realized his shortcomings. His combat strength could sweep through most Cultivators in the Condensation Spirit Realm, but he was ultimately in the Profound Heart Realm, with limited Spiritual Power, not sufficient to eradicate a sect single-handedly.

However, in this battle, he had slain thousands of demonic cultivators, causing great damage to the vitality of Green Cicada Valley. For a long time to come, he guessed they wouldn’t dare to show their heads; if some enemies took the opportunity to kick them while they were down, Green Cicada Valley might even be eradicated. Just among the Profound Heart Realm cultivators, Fang Wang had killed at least a hundred, which was a devastating loss for any sect.

“I need to break through to the Condensation Spirit Realm as soon as possible. Then, when facing such a situation, I can sweep them away cleanly using Celestial Sword Intent,”

Fang Wang sighed inwardly. The Celestial Sword Intent consumed great amounts of Spiritual Power. The demonic cultivators of Green Cicada Valley were spread out widely, with countless poisonous insects. If he were to use Celestial Sword Intent in battle, probably, not even one-fifth of the enemies would be dead before his Spiritual Power would be exhausted—after all, the participating Green Cicada Valley demonic cultivators were not merely in the Qi Cultivation Realm, and they had mobilized their elite forces, whose variety of spells seemed novel to him even now.

Xiao Zi lay on Fang Wang’s shoulder, silent as if dead, also extremely exhausted. Even before the array was broken, it was already wounded all over, and after the array was broken, it got too excited and consumed its demonic power even faster.

Fang Wang slightly raised his head, looking into the dusk, his thoughts drifting.

Only when night descended did he regain some energy and began to sit and gather Qi while also taking Spiritual Energy pills.

Xiao Zi opened its mouth, starting to consume the Essence of the Sun and Moon. The night was solemn; neither the person nor the demon felt like talking.

Until the morning of the next day, Fang Wang was still gathering Qi, the bloodstains on him already washed clean, thanks to Xiao Zi. It possessed water-attribute spells, and with water spraying from its mouth, it helped him clean up.

Suddenly sensing something, Fang Wang lifted his hand and produced the disciple token.

“The crisis of the sect has been resolved.”

The voice of Zhao Chuanqian came from within, weary.

Fang Wang breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of the future strongest sect, it only took them two days to repel the enemy. But from Zhao Chuanqian’s tone, the battle must have been fierce.

Although Fang Wang was concerned about the Fang Family members, if someone really had died, he going back wouldn’t be able to revive them; if they were still alive, the Taiyuan Gate would surely take care of them.

He felt reassured, not needing to rush back to the sect for the moment.

He stood up and said, “Xiao Zi, it’s time to collect the spoils of war.”

Xiao Zi awoke, dazed for a moment before excitedly saying, “Right, almost forgot, Young Master, let’s hurry!”

Fang Wang revealed a smile and headed down the mountain.

Following the direction he moved, the woodlands were withered, the corpses of the poisonous insects adding a sinister atmosphere to the already desolate mountain scenery, with dark poison fog still lingering in the sky, slow to disperse, all signifying the grimness of yesterday’s battle.

Thus, Fang Wang and Xiao Zi started to search for storage bags along the way, with each demonic cultivator from Green Cicada Valley having stored poison in their bags, making their collection rather bothersome. Fortunately, they were both unafraid of poison; Fang Wang had the Solaris True Fire, and Xiao Zi was a venomous snake itself.

Two days later, the corpses of the Green Cicada Valley demonic cultivators they encountered had started to rot. Their flesh and blood, filled with poisonous properties, made one wonder what kind of cultivation they had undergone.

It’s worth mentioning that along the way they encountered some loose cultivators also engaging in this activity.

“Stop there, you brat, daring to collect corpses alone, aren’t you afraid of dying? State your name!”

Four loose cultivators landed in front of Fang Wang. The leader, holding a knife, said in a deep voice. They were quite cautious and did not attack directly.

Fang Wang responded cheerfully, “These are all my spoils of war. And you, daring to rob my things, are courting death?”

Xiao Zi popped its head out from behind Fang Wang, hissing, “My master is a Taiyuan Gate Direct Disciple, the Sword Saint’s Successor, known as Heaven Yuan Sword Saint. Have you ever heard of him?”

Upon hearing this, the four loose cultivators’ complexions changed drastically, and they backpedaled.

“Is he Fang Wang?”

“Sword Heaven Marsh isn’t too far from here; it could indeed be him…”

“Could they be bluffing us?”

“Do you want to bet? I’m not willing to accompany!”

After a few murmurs among themselves, one quickly withdrew, and the other three did not dare stay, even one of them bowed to Fang Wang, scared he would hold them accountable.

Fang Wang couldn’t help but chuckle; he didn’t pursue them. With so many corpses, surely someone would pick up leftovers; he just didn’t want someone to take away the storage bags in front of him.

On the other side.

The Fang Family members also encountered the corpses of Green Cicada Valley demonic cultivators. Looking ahead at the fields strewn with insect corpses, everyone’s faces were filled with fear and unease.

Looking around, the mountain forest ahead was withered, forming a straight line stretching to the ends of the earth, eerily spine-chilling. It was hard to imagine what kind of battle had taken place here just days ago.

“Let’s make a detour,”

said Fang Meng. Though it would be quite strenuous, no one objected, as everyone preferred to stay away from finding out the truth.

Fang Yin couldn’t help worrying about Fang Wang, although Fang Wang should be inside Sword Heaven Marsh, he was terrified that Fang Wang might have been involved in this unknown war.

Previously, to avoid worrying them, Fang Wang had specifically taken a detour when passing by them, so they wouldn’t notice him.

…

In the main peak of Great Abyss Gate, within the Shiyuan Hall, the nine peak masters were present, along with many elders and direct disciples.

Guang Qiuxian was meditating on a cushion, his face pale, making him appear very weak.

The major disciples from each peak were reporting the number of casualties, making everyone’s faces look extremely grim.

Zhou Xue stood behind the first peak master, listening in silence.

After the major disciples finished their reports, an elder said, “Chi Devil Sect, Huangyu Mountain, and Ancient Demon Mountain ganged up to attack us; we can’t let this go unavenged!”

As soon as these words came out, other elders chimed in:

“Exactly, so much for their damned peace treaty; no, we must seek vengeance against these three Demonic Sects!”

“Nearly twenty thousand of our disciples have died; this is the biggest casualty the Great Abyss Gate has suffered in nearly three hundred years!”

“Luckily Green Cicada Valley didn’t join them, or we might not have been able to hold out.”

“I suggest we write to the Taiqing Gate, the Suspended Vast Sword Sect, the Tian Shu Sect, and the Crimson Sect to join forces and declare war on the Demonic Dao!”

The direct disciples from each peak were equally outraged, barely able to contain the murderous and angry looks in their eyes.

Vice Sect Leader Chen Anshi frowned, “Alright, if we’re to seek vengeance, we’ll also need time to recuperate!”

At his words, the elders immediately quieted down, a testament to his authority.

Chen Anshi took a step forward, his gaze fixed on Guang Qiuxian, “Sect Leader, you’ve been gravely injured and will probably need some time to recover. And I have to oversee matters concerning the Dragon Vein. It’s time we choose a main meridian great disciple to oversee all our sect’s affairs and stabilize the situation.”

“I propose Lu Yuanjun for the position of Great Abyss Gate’s great disciple. His contributions and experience are sufficient. During this crisis, he single-handedly held off the Chi Devil Sect Sect Master, which was no small feat. Does anyone object?”

As he finished speaking, he turned to look at everyone in the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense.

Yang Yuanzi immediately stood up, “My disciple Fang Wang, having inherited the Sword Saint’s legacy, slain the Great Demon King, defeated Sword Sect’s Kong Xi, and become a sensation across the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm, is the fitting choice for the position of the great disciple according to the public’s expectation!”

Following his statement, many elders agreed, although Lu Yuanjun was well-liked, the complicated factions within the Great Abyss Gate would not allow everyone to favor him.

Hearing Yang Yuanzi’s words, Lu Yuanjun remained motionless, still standing serenely behind the first peak master.

Chen Anshi, looking at Yang Yuanzi, said in a stern voice, “Fang Wang’s talent and reputation are indeed very high, surpassing all other disciples. However, his contributions to the Great Abyss Gate are too few to convince the masses. Should the leadership of the sect also be based on talent? Then what would the meaning be behind the sacrifices our disciples make for the Great Abyss Gate?”

His words won the approval of the elders who supported Lu Yuanjun.

Even someone spitefully said, “Maybe this calamity was brought upon us because he drew too much attention. If we knew about the emergence of a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure within the Demonic Sect, would we not act?”

This hit home for most of the people present.

The catastrophe had come suddenly, and most of the disciples who had been sacrificed died within the first half hour. Aside from Fang Wang’s Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, what else could warrant such a massive move by the Demonic Dao?

“Ridiculous, Fang Wang never told anyone about the grade of his spirit treasure. It’s us, the elders, who failed to protect him, and we exposed the grade of his spirit treasure, placing him in danger. How can you blame him for that? Should the Great Abyss Gate not produce unparalleled geniuses in the future? How would your words make the other sects and the entire Cultivation World view our Great Abyss Gate?” Yang Yuanzi said forcefully, leaving the elder who had spoken speechless.

Lu Yuanjun narrowed his eyes coldly, looking at Yang Yuanzi.

Another elder frowned, “But his contributions are indeed very low, which makes it hard to convince the masses!”

At the mention of contributions to the sect, the elders supporting Lu Yuanjun had more to say.

The hall became noisy once more with ongoing disputes.

Guang Qiuxian’s brow furrowed tightly, unwilling to speak.

At this moment,

Zhang, the elder from Task Hall, seemed to sense something. He raised his hand to take out a jade slip from his storage bag and read it with his spiritual sense. His face changed drastically immediately afterward.

Chen Anshi, staring at Yang Yuanzi, snorted coldly, “Yang Junior Brother, the position of the great disciple is crucial to the Great Abyss Gate; please be fair in this matter!”

Yang Yuanzi was about to retort when elder Zhang suddenly exclaimed, “Elders, Green Cicada Valley has mobilized nearly twenty thousand disciples to besiege Fang Wang!”

As these words were declared, the hall fell into sudden silence.

Guang Qiuxian stood up abruptly, his injuries throbbing as he bit back pain and asked, “Where? What’s the situation?”