Chapter 1811: Qi Xiaotian Versus the Flower Fairy
The Heavenly Maiden by the river was naturally the number one proud daughter of the Heavenly Beginning Civilization, the Heavenly Beginning Fairy Luo Ji.
The Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s apricot-like eyes shimmered with a strange brilliance as she gazed at the few people at the foot of Wanwu Mountain, five hundred miles away. “That cripple cultivates the Way of Space?”
“That’s right. What’s wrong? Does the Heavenly Maiden know who he is?”
The Butcher, who had taken a liking to the cripple, showed great interest.
After a long silence, the Heavenly Beginning Fairy shook her head. “This person’s spiritual will is extremely powerful, quite rare among those below the Great Saint realm. Among the cultivators I’ve seen with such strong spiritual will, there are no more than three.”
The Butcher and the Fool both knew that the Heavenly Maiden’s eyes were exceptionally miraculous, capable of seeing the strength of a cultivator’s spiritual will.
The Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s high praise of the cripple shocked them greatly.
“So, the cripple is definitely no ordinary person. Could he be a disciple of some deity?” the Butcher said.
In the Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s mind, a figure appeared—the man who had once shared a fateful encounter with her at the God-Sealing Platform. He was also a space cultivator and possessed a spiritual will no weaker than the cripple’s.
Unfortunately, that heartless fellow, after giving her the divine spring, had vanished without a trace, never to appear again. No matter how she searched, she couldn’t find him.
It was as if he had evaporated from the world.
Perhaps, in his view, after giving her the divine spring, they were even, and there was no need to meet again.
After a long while, the Heavenly Beginning Fairy emerged from her thoughts and added, “The helper the cripple has brought is also no simple figure. Their spiritual will is not much weaker than the cripple’s.”
The Fool was greatly alarmed. “Really? Such figures are extremely rare. How could two appear at once? Who is that helper? Could it be a powerhouse from the Saint King Merit Ranking?”
The Heavenly Beginning Fairy said, “She has changed her appearance, so I can’t see her true form. However, someone like her must be a renowned powerhouse across the myriad realms. As soon as she makes a move, I should be able to see through her identity.”
“Hehe. Running into these two, Qi Xiaotian is probably in for a world of trouble.” The Butcher laughed.
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Zhang Ruochen used a spatial displacement to avoid several ice mountains. With a stomp of his foot, he shot into the air above Wanwu Mountain, his saint qi surging wildly. Immediately, numerous space rules converged on his arm.
“Break for me!”
A spatial rift several miles long appeared, like a sky-splitting blade, slashing toward that eighth-rank attack formation.
“Boom!”
Even an eighth-rank formation couldn’t withstand the power of space. A large number of formation patterns were severed by the spatial rift.
The formation became tattered and could no longer block Zhang Ruochen.
Landing on the ground, Zhang Ruochen raised the Abyssal Ancient Sword and charged toward the mountaintop at full speed.
“Attack together! Stop him!”
“Don’t let him break into Wanwu Mountain!”
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Led by Qi Zeng, the Undying Blood Clan cultivators unleashed a barrage of attacks to block Zhang Ruochen’s advance.
The Undying Blood Clan was numerous, swarming like locusts above Zhang Ruochen’s head, blotting out the sky. Some fired saint arrows, others struck with sacred artifacts, and some formed blood hand seals.
Zhang Ruochen was not only unafraid but released a mighty saintly might, his battle intent rising step by step.
When facing the Undying Blood Clan, there was no mercy—kill them all.
“Thousand-Handed Dragon-Elephant.”
Zhang Ruochen, holding the blood-drenched Abyssal Ancient Sword, struck the sky with his left hand. Instantly, tens of thousands of palm prints condensed and slammed into the Undying Blood Clan cultivators.
“Bang! Bang!”
One after another, Undying Blood Clan cultivators fell like raindrops, reduced to mangled corpses and bloody mud. Countless died.
“Pfft!”
Zhang Ruochen turned into a blur, appearing before a Saint King realm Undying Blood Clan cultivator. With a single thrust, his sword pierced through the opponent’s brow.
Pressing the sword downward, he cleaved the saintly body in two.
“You’re asking for death!”
Qi Zeng let out a furious roar, charging down from the mountain like a river of blood. In an instant, he reached Zhang Ruochen and struck out with a fist seal.
Wearing the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, he activated the power of a hundred saints. The might of this punch was earth-shattering.
The Undying Blood Clan cultivators, knowing Qi Zeng’s ferocity, quickly retreated, afraid of being caught in the shockwaves.
Zhang Ruochen turned and swung his sword, clashing with Qi Zeng’s fist seal.
“Boom!”
Blood qi and sword qi exploded in all directions, causing a large section of the mountain to collapse.
Qi Zeng was sent flying back in a sorry state, his arm aching as if it were about to shatter. Shock filled his face.
He had unleashed his full power in that strike, yet it was no match for the cripple’s casual sword swing?
Zhang Ruochen channeled the sword intent of Sword Eight, and the Abyssal Ancient Sword in his hand flew out, turning into a black streak that shot straight at Qi Zeng.
A layer of sword aura covered the blade.
Qi Zeng once again activated the power of a hundred saints. The phantom images of a hundred saints stood around him, all their power converging on his hands as they clashed with the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
“Boom!”
The blood armor on his arms shattered, and the sword qi cut his arms to ribbons, nearly crippling them.
Seeing the Abyssal Ancient Sword arc through the air and turn back toward him, Qi Zeng was terrified. He transformed his body into gaseous blood mist and fled toward the mountaintop.
“Prince, save me!”
The black streak chased the gaseous blood mist, drawing closer and closer, about to strike.
At this critical moment of life and death, a blood-red cauldron flew out from the mountain’s core, crashing into the Abyssal Ancient Sword and sending it flying, embedding it into the body of the opposite mountain.
From the gaseous blood mist, Qi Zeng re-formed his body, panting heavily.
Seeing the cauldron suspended in midair, he felt a surge of relief.
That was the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron of the Roaring Heaven Prince. Not only was it a Great Saint ancient artifact, but it was also an eight-yao ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifact.
Once activated, the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron could reduce the cripple to dust with a single beam of light.
As the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron appeared, the entire sky turned blood-red. An immensely heavy aura enveloped the world, making even Zhang Ruochen struggle to breathe.
A large number of Undying Blood Clan cultivators knelt and kowtowed, chanting: “The Prince’s divine law reaches the heavens. The saints of Kunlun bow their heads in submission.”
“The Prince’s divine law reaches the heavens.”
“The saints of Kunlun bow their heads in submission.”
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“Bow their heads in submission? Does Qi Xiaotian think he’s invincible under heaven?” Zhang Ruochen retrieved the Abyssal Ancient Sword and also took out the Yi Emperor Bone Staff, holding it in his hand.
Qi Xiaotian stepped out, standing at the very peak of Wanwu Mountain. Dense saintly dao rules flowed over his body.
His bearing was like that of a world-covering demon god.
A stooped old man in a gossip array robe stood beside Qi Xiaotian, holding a metal saint staff. At the top of the staff was a golden three-headed bat.
That bat, with three heads, also emitted powerful saintly might, with three different energies flowing through its body.
That old man, named Zhu Xia, had reached the peak of fifty-eighth-level spiritual power.
Even more terrifying was his mastery of array formations, surpassing many saint masters.
Qi Xiaotian’s gaze locked onto Zhang Ruochen, and he burst into laughter: “Well, well, cripple. I haven’t come looking for you, yet you dare to knock on my door first. Your strength is indeed impressive—worth cultivating. I’ll give you a choice: either become my blood slave, or be refined into saint blood and drunk in one gulp.”
Though arrogant, Qi Xiaotian did put considerable pressure on Zhang Ruochen.
Given Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation level, fighting him would surely end in defeat.
However, if Zhang Ruochen used spatial power to escape, Qi Xiaotian would have no way to stop him.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen showed no fear. He laughed loudly: “Qi Xiaotian, on the Heavenly Court’s ‘Ten Clans of Hell Ten Thousand Evil Record,’ your danger index is only level five. There are countless powerhouses more dangerous than you. What right do you have to be so arrogant?”
Admittedly, the “Ten Clans of Hell Ten Thousand Evil Record” had indeed annoyed Qi Xiaotian. As a master of the Rule Great Heaven realm, having only a level-five danger index made him feel humiliated.
Many other cultivators at the same level had danger indices of level six.
Enraged and embarrassed, Qi Xiaotian issued his final ultimatum: “Kneel before me, or die.”
The word “die” formed an immensely powerful soundwave, causing many Undying Blood Clan cultivators below to bleed from their seven orifices.
Zhang Ruochen was forced back five steps, steadying himself with the Yi Emperor Bone Staff. He thought to himself, As expected of the Rule Great Heaven realm—even a single soundwave is this terrifying.
Zhang Ruochen caught a faint floral fragrance and turned to see Ji Fanxin’s beautiful figure.
“Qi Xiaotian’s life can fetch a good amount of merit points.”
Ji Fanxin moved gracefully, removing a golden hairpin from her head and holding it in her hand. Instantly, her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading across both sides of her snow-white face.
“Whoosh!”
The next moment, layers of saintly power light waves emerged from the golden hairpin, unleashing the power of four-yao perfection, five-yao perfection, six-yao perfection…
When the hairpin erupted with the power of seven-yao perfection, the air over the entire Wanwu Mountain became ten thousand times heavier, as if turning solid.
All cultivators below the Saint King realm were completely immobilized.
Qi Xiaotian’s expression changed drastically. A cultivator capable of unleashing seven-yao perfection was no ordinary figure.
Qi Xiaotian raised both hands, and two beams of blood qi shot from his palms into the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron.
“Shua!”
Ji Fanxin didn’t give Qi Xiaotian a chance to activate the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron. The golden hairpin flew from her hand.
The hairpin, like a burning phoenix, created a sound that carried hundreds of miles as it clashed with the air. Its momentum was immense, as if it could tear the sky apart.
Five hundred miles away, by the lake, a gleam of light flashed in the Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s eyes. She said softly, “So it’s her. With her status, why would she come to Luo River?”
At this moment, the power of the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron had yet to be fully drawn out. How could it withstand the golden hairpin, which had erupted with seven-yao perfection?
A pained look flashed in Qi Xiaotian’s eyes. He quickly took out a talisman and struck it out.
“Boom!”
The talisman shattered, transforming into a green cauldron dozens of meters tall, which collided with the golden hairpin.
Clearly, that talisman was an extremely valuable defensive treasure. It blocked Ji Fanxin’s strike, allowing Qi Xiaotian to escape disaster.
Seizing the opportunity, Qi Xiaotian controlled the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron, smashing it down toward where Ji Fanxin and Zhang Ruochen stood.
“Now, taste the power of the Blood Sacrifice Saint Cauldron!”
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Tomorrow, the first chapter of the “Eternal Divine Emperor” side story will be updated on the WeChat public account.