Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse
“The Demonic Lord An Gan!”
Seeing his opponent target Ye Zan, Jin Dasheng was pushed into anxiety, shouting and flipping his Mountains and Rivers Fan. With his movement, the fog in the courtyard seemed to be fanned, growing in waves and forming a fist that headed for the skeletal hand.
There was a great boom as they struck.
The ground began to shake and everyone felt as if the surface had lowered. With this tremble, the buildings within the courtyards all collapsed. And, Ye Zan, being directly underneath where these two forces collided, felt a great shock that placed immense pressure on his innards; so great in force that he felt his blood moving with it.
The fog-formed fist was taken by the skeletal hand. With a crow-like shrilling laugh, the skeletal claw crushed the fist with a ping.
“Uncle, come behind me!” Jin Dasheng ushered Ye Zan over, his expression showing the graveness of the situation.
Oh darn, this world is actually really dangerous! Ye Zan had utilized the help of technology and had remained almost omnipotent within the Realm. This would inevitably let him become a little puff-chested. But, in leaving the Closed Realm for not even a day’s time, he had been taught this lesson.
Ye Zan did not doubt in the slightest that he would be unable to survive a grab from the skeletal claw; even with the help of his armor. Hearing Jin Dasheng’s words, Ye Zan did not say anything much; immediately doggedly running over, standing obediently in the crowd at Jin Dasheng’s side.
“Gui Xiao, you dare come out. Do you really think that there is no one left in my Yu Qing Sect?!”
Seeing Ye Zan behind him, Jin Dasheng could finally let out a breath, turning to shout at the skeletal claw.
“If that old thing Mo was here, he might be worthy of these words. But you are just a measly child of the Jin Dan State. Can you really protect those behind you?” With this sound, the skeletal claw immediately melted into a black rain. Those black raindrops seemed to have a rotting ability. Falling into the fog, it seemed to wash the layers away.
Jin Dasheng quickly threw his Mountains and Rivers Fan into the air. The fan proceeded to spin around the heads of the Yu Qing students, bringing up a great gust that blew the rain to the side.
The black rain congregated as they fell, seeming to have a life of their own. In no time, they had formed the shape of a human, which then rose from the ground. The blackwater shaped human figure was like a giant, shaking the ground with its steps and covering the sky with a single palm.
“This isn’t logical. With the amount of water given, it shouldn’t be able to grow to such a size.” Ye Zan stood behind Jin Dasheng. Looking at the colossal Blackwater Giant, he scrunched his brow in confusion.
Kong Qingyun and the other students were speechless at this, thinking: Great Uncle, could you catch the more important points?
“That’s the magical treasure that Gui Xiao tempered from the dark matter of black water. Its shape is ever-changing. Years ago, it had been broken by Grandmaster Mo with the Quaking Seal. However, it seems that it took him just a couple of years to re-temper it.” Yue sen was a Foundation State student and had great knowledge of the history of Yu Qing; being able to immediately tell the comings of his opponent’s weapon.
At this time, the Blackwater Giant strode in great steps towards the Yu Qing Sect. With only two steps, it came before them, raising its foot and stepping down.
Jin Dasheng’s Mountains and Rivers Fan shielded them with a tornado-like cover; blocking the black rain, poison, smoke, arrows, and bugs that came. However, it was not omnipotent. It would be hard for it to fend against something that centered on quantity power: like this Blackwater Giant.
Jin Dasheng hurriedly retrieved his Mountains and Rivers Fan. With a flick of his hand, a pagoda flew over their heads, This pagoda was the defensive Nine Storied Pagoda. Flying over their heads, it formed the image of a nine storied building, building a protective shield over their heads.
With a boom, the Blackwater Giant stepped down on the projection of the Nine Storied Pagoda. Despite its transparency, it remained unmoved under the great pressure of the blackwater.
“Interesting, the old thing Mo even gave his Nine Storied Pagoda to you. Did he not worry about attacks on you?”
Gui Xiao’s voice sounded again.
“Hm, you need not worry. If you have the courage, why don’t you try!”
Jin Dasheng gave a cold chuckle. However, his expression remained tense. Mo Rushi had told him to bring the Nine Storied Pagoda and the Quaking Seal prior to coming. He had once thought of such to be an overreaction. However, it now seemed to be the right choice. If he hadn’t brought them, they would probably have died here in an instant.
Cultivator Gui Xiao was a Yuan Yin Grandmaster, used to work without fear of retaliation. He was once wanted and chased by the Five Sects. In one of these chases, he had been caught and sealed off his cultivation energy by Mo Rushi’s Quaking Seal, proceeding to disappear for several decades. Who could have predicted that he would show up here? However, his appearance was clearly no coincidence, but the planned strategy of his Sect.
Of course, more important was the question: how would Jin Dasheng, just a JIn Dan State cultivator, be able to fight against a Grandmaster Yuan Yin. Although Jin Dasheng had two of the most prized magical treasures of the Yu Qing Sect with him, he still didn’t have a good chance. After all, having a magical treasure was different from maximizing the power of these treasures.
Jin Dasheng was only the user of two magical treasures, not the owner. Without the spiritual tempering of the treasure, there would naturally be many constrictions in their use. If he were facing other Jin Dan State cultivators, he would be able to ensure victory with the help of these two treasures; even against the Four Masters of the other Sects. But against a Yuan Yin Grandmaster? If Jin Dasheng wanted to preserve the people behind him, it would truly be an incidence of “it’s the thought that matters.”
The Blackwater Giant was blocked by the Nine Storied Pagoda. Its figure split, reforming into black water and covering the pagoda in its midst. If anyone else looked upon it, it would appear as a black Nine Storied Pagoda.
“Haha, seems like I’m pretty lucky today. That old thing Mo really gave you this treasure. I was destined to get this today!”
With this sound, a figure drifted down from the dark. If Jin Dasheng had heard this, he would have recognized this voice as that of Cultivator Gui Xiao’s.
Cultivator Gui Xiao looked the state of the stereotypical Demonic Cultivator: his body ghastly and shriveled; seeming to be nothing more than a bag of bones wrapped in his skin. His eyes were dark and cold. His nose seemed to have been shaved off, leaving only two deep holes. (Voldemort) His mouth was opened; revealing lines of yellowed teeth stained with red blood. With this appearance, he could do much worse than make children stay quiet at night. Any cold that saw him would probably die of fright on site.
He wasn’t born like this. It was his daily meddling with the dark and poisonous arts that had turned him into the state he was now in. Even Adonis would have become such if he had done the same.
Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse
“The Demonic Lord An Gan!”
Seeing his opponent target Ye Zan, Jin Dasheng was pushed into anxiety, shouting and flipping his Mountains and Rivers Fan. With his movement, the fog in the courtyard seemed to be fanned, growing in waves and forming a fist that headed for the skeletal hand.
There was a great boom as they struck.
The ground began to shake and everyone felt as if the surface had lowered. With this tremble, the buildings within the courtyards all collapsed. And, Ye Zan, being directly underneath where these two forces collided, felt a great shock that placed immense pressure on his innards; so great in force that he felt his blood moving with it.
The fog-formed fist was taken by the skeletal hand. With a crow-like shrilling laugh, the skeletal claw crushed the fist with a ping.
“Uncle, come behind me!” Jin Dasheng ushered Ye Zan over, his expression showing the graveness of the situation.
Oh darn, this world is actually really dangerous! Ye Zan had utilized the help of technology and had remained almost omnipotent within the Realm. This would inevitably let him become a little puff-chested. But, in leaving the Closed Realm for not even a day’s time, he had been taught this lesson.
Ye Zan did not doubt in the slightest that he would be unable to survive a grab from the skeletal claw; even with the help of his armor. Hearing Jin Dasheng’s words, Ye Zan did not say anything much; immediately doggedly running over, standing obediently in the crowd at Jin Dasheng’s side.
“Gui Xiao, you dare come out. Do you really think that there is no one left in my Yu Qing Sect?!”
Seeing Ye Zan behind him, Jin Dasheng could finally let out a breath, turning to shout at the skeletal claw.
“If that old thing Mo was here, he might be worthy of these words. But you are just a measly child of the Jin Dan State. Can you really protect those behind you?” With this sound, the skeletal claw immediately melted into a black rain. Those black raindrops seemed to have a rotting ability. Falling into the fog, it seemed to wash the layers away.
Jin Dasheng quickly threw his Mountains and Rivers Fan into the air. The fan proceeded to spin around the heads of the Yu Qing students, bringing up a great gust that blew the rain to the side.
The black rain congregated as they fell, seeming to have a life of their own. In no time, they had formed the shape of a human, which then rose from the ground. The blackwater shaped human figure was like a giant, shaking the ground with its steps and covering the sky with a single palm.
“This isn’t logical. With the amount of water given, it shouldn’t be able to grow to such a size.” Ye Zan stood behind Jin Dasheng. Looking at the colossal Blackwater Giant, he scrunched his brow in confusion.
Kong Qingyun and the other students were speechless at this, thinking: Great Uncle, could you catch the more important points?
“That’s the magical treasure that Gui Xiao tempered from the dark matter of black water. Its shape is ever-changing. Years ago, it had been broken by Grandmaster Mo with the Quaking Seal. However, it seems that it took him just a couple of years to re-temper it.” Yue sen was a Foundation State student and had great knowledge of the history of Yu Qing; being able to immediately tell the comings of his opponent’s weapon.
At this time, the Blackwater Giant strode in great steps towards the Yu Qing Sect. With only two steps, it came before them, raising its foot and stepping down.
Jin Dasheng’s Mountains and Rivers Fan shielded them with a tornado-like cover; blocking the black rain, poison, smoke, arrows, and bugs that came. However, it was not omnipotent. It would be hard for it to fend against something that centered on quantity power: like this Blackwater Giant.
Jin Dasheng hurriedly retrieved his Mountains and Rivers Fan. With a flick of his hand, a pagoda flew over their heads, This pagoda was the defensive Nine Storied Pagoda. Flying over their heads, it formed the image of a nine storied building, building a protective shield over their heads.
With a boom, the Blackwater Giant stepped down on the projection of the Nine Storied Pagoda. Despite its transparency, it remained unmoved under the great pressure of the blackwater.
“Interesting, the old thing Mo even gave his Nine Storied Pagoda to you. Did he not worry about attacks on you?”
Gui Xiao’s voice sounded again.
“Hm, you need not worry. If you have the courage, why don’t you try!”
Jin Dasheng gave a cold chuckle. However, his expression remained tense. Mo Rushi had told him to bring the Nine Storied Pagoda and the Quaking Seal prior to coming. He had once thought of such to be an overreaction. However, it now seemed to be the right choice. If he hadn’t brought them, they would probably have died here in an instant.
Cultivator Gui Xiao was a Yuan Yin Grandmaster, used to work without fear of retaliation. He was once wanted and chased by the Five Sects. In one of these chases, he had been caught and sealed off his cultivation energy by Mo Rushi’s Quaking Seal, proceeding to disappear for several decades. Who could have predicted that he would show up here? However, his appearance was clearly no coincidence, but the planned strategy of his Sect.
Of course, more important was the question: how would Jin Dasheng, just a JIn Dan State cultivator, be able to fight against a Grandmaster Yuan Yin. Although Jin Dasheng had two of the most prized magical treasures of the Yu Qing Sect with him, he still didn’t have a good chance. After all, having a magical treasure was different from maximizing the power of these treasures.
Jin Dasheng was only the user of two magical treasures, not the owner. Without the spiritual tempering of the treasure, there would naturally be many constrictions in their use. If he were facing other Jin Dan State cultivators, he would be able to ensure victory with the help of these two treasures; even against the Four Masters of the other Sects. But against a Yuan Yin Grandmaster? If Jin Dasheng wanted to preserve the people behind him, it would truly be an incidence of “it’s the thought that matters.”
The Blackwater Giant was blocked by the Nine Storied Pagoda. Its figure split, reforming into black water and covering the pagoda in its midst. If anyone else looked upon it, it would appear as a black Nine Storied Pagoda.
“Haha, seems like I’m pretty lucky today. That old thing Mo really gave you this treasure. I was destined to get this today!”
With this sound, a figure drifted down from the dark. If Jin Dasheng had heard this, he would have recognized this voice as that of Cultivator Gui Xiao’s.
Cultivator Gui Xiao looked the state of the stereotypical Demonic Cultivator: his body ghastly and shriveled; seeming to be nothing more than a bag of bones wrapped in his skin. His eyes were dark and cold. His nose seemed to have been shaved off, leaving only two deep holes. (Voldemort) His mouth was opened; revealing lines of yellowed teeth stained with red blood. With this appearance, he could do much worse than make children stay quiet at night. Any cold that saw him would probably die of fright on site.
He wasn’t born like this. It was his daily meddling with the dark and poisonous arts that had turned him into the state he was now in. Even Adonis would have become such if he had done the same.
