Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 270: Trifling Trickery

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Qinchuan passed through the prohibitions and the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed drastically.

The palaces of the Burning Heaven Sect divided Fusang Mountain at the waist. Below the mountain was the realm of mortals, while above it one could consider it the Immortal Realm. Various ancient trees that touched the sky sprouted from the ground, and the spiritual energy around became much denser. The roadside was scattered with spiritual medicines of various ages.

The mist of the Immortal Realm was faint around him, a boundless forest path lay ahead, and behind him was a vast sea of clouds.

Flying beasts and spiritual birds sang to each other, presenting a peaceful scene, showing no sign of danger and nothing reminiscent of a forbidden area.

In fact, this back mountain could be considered the medicinal garden of the Burning Heaven Sect. To prevent disciples from picking the spiritual medicines indiscriminately, the mountain was only open to sect disciples every July, and on ordinary days, only elders had the authority to enter.

But few people knew that besides being named for its resemblance to the Fusang tree, Fusang Mountain had another reason for its name.

At the very peak of the mountain, a real Fusang tree grew.

The diameter of this Fusang tree was unfathomable, and it would take a regular cultivator tens of days to travel from one side of the tree to the other. As for its height, no one knew. There had been those who followed the trunk upwards until the path to the top was blocked. They had reached the point just below the Thirty-Third Heaven, the boundary between the Divine Wilderness Continent and the Divine Realm. To continue upwards would have meant to reach the Divine Realm.

This Fusang tree had broken through the barrier between the mortal and divine realms, growing above the Divine Realm.

Every hundred thousand years, the Fusang tree would produce a Fusang fruit on its first branch. Consuming this fruit would increase one’s innate understanding of Fire Spiritual Energy.

One must know that, unlike Martial Arts, where one’s understanding of the cultivation of the Five Elements could be changed by cleansing the marrow and altering the meridians, the affinity with the various types of spiritual energies of the world was set at birth and could not be altered later with elixirs.

Once, Qinchuan had studied the path of pill refining and had managed to refine a few elixirs of this kind. However, due to the difficulty in securing the raw materials and the fact that these were of no use to him, he had only tasted them superficially.

But for those cultivators who practiced Fire Elemental Divine Powers, these Fusang fruits were extremely precious.

In the Divine Wilderness Continent, only this tree bore such fruit, and with it springing forth once every hundred thousand years, one could imagine its rarity.

Thus, as soon as Qinchuan arrived at the Burning Heaven Sect and heard the tender phoenix cries from the mountain peak, he knew the Fusang fruit was about to ripen.

Because, he could tell that the cries were from the Red Luan of Fusang.

The Red Luan of Fusang, while having ’Red Luan’ in its name, actually preferred cold and gloomy places and generally would not come to a place like Fusang Mountain with hot magma flowing at its base.

If it set foot there, there was only one possibility—that the Fusang fruit was about to mature.

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Qinchuan walked, with one step in the heavens and the next on the earth. He seemed to take only a single step, but he covered a great distance.

In ordinary mountains, the temperature drops as one ascends, and snow may even cover the peak.

However, it was the opposite for Fusang Mountain. The higher one went, the hotter it became, and the spiritual trees and grasses gradually became sparse.

The once lush forest transitioned to a few wilting spiritual trees scattered here and there.

In the end, no plants could be seen at the summit, and the red-hot rocks lay bare, with the hot air making it difficult to breathe.

Through the clouds, Qinchuan could already see the giant Fusang tree at the peak.

Around the Fusang tree, a few tiny figures and a Red Luan could be seen fighting fiercely.

"Who are you!"

Before Qinchuan could get close, a thunderous voice suddenly erupted from behind a rock not far from him, and at the same time, a large hand reached out fiercely towards Qin Changsheng.

Immediately afterward, a powerful oppression enveloped Qinchuan from all sides; just from the imposing aura, it was clear that the other party was at least in the Holy’s Realm.

"How trivial!" Qinchuan didn’t even look at the assailant. He stood with his hands behind his back and said to himself calmly.

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The scattered boulders around him suddenly started rumbling.

The boulders came to life, shifting positions as if they were gigantic golems made of molten rock, converging towards Qinchuan.

Two huge rocks moved their position, just in time to block the attacking giant palm from the opponent.

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The boulder, when struck by a palm from a Holy, didn’t react abnormally; a flash of blood-colored brilliance washed over it, and a ripple of Dao and principle oscillated through the void.

Then came a pained scream of "Ah," followed by the sight of a figure flying backwards.

Qinchuan smacked his lips, shook his head, and sneered, "Idiot! In this Minor Zhoutian Starry Sky Formation, you fancy you can harm me? Truly overestimating your abilities."

Qinchuan had long since noticed the person behind the boulder but couldn’t be bothered to engage.

Yet, being a Holy who, in the face of a mere Meridian Opening Realm Cultivator, not only launched a sneak attack but also attempted a lethal blow—if it hadn’t been Qinchuan, they would have likely been reduced to a soul under his palm long ago.

Even if Qinchuan were not a disciple of the Burning Heaven Sect, it was sufficient to reveal how ruthless and venomous the person’s heart was.

Qinchuan’s Innate Pupils activated, his flickering gaze landing on Changsun Gu, and he noticed that the Qi emanating from his body and the disciple, Zhong Yun, he had encountered at the foot of the mountain came from the same lineage, then understood the situation.

Although these two individuals practiced the cultivation technique of the Fiery Sky Lineage, the imprint within the depths of their Sea of Consciousness couldn’t escape Qinchuan’s Innate Pupils.

With some reflection, Qinchuan understood.

Although the Burning Heaven Sect had deep roots, it had been tens of thousands of years since a Great Emperor had emerged among them. Still, they monopolized resources such as the Fusang Tree, so it was normal for that lineage to covet them.

On the other side, the one sent flying was none other than the Fifth Elder of the Burning Heaven Sect—Changsun Gu.

Changsun Gu barely steadied himself, forcefully suppressing the turbulent Qi and blood within his body, and looked at Qinchuan in shock.

"Young man, who exactly are you, and how did you infiltrate the prohibited grounds of my Burning Heaven Sect?"

He had lain dormant in the Burning Heaven Sect for thousands of years, secretly ascending the mountain countless times for the sake of the Fusang Tree — if not ten thousand times, then several thousand, and he had never witnessed any strange occurrences with these boulders.

Knowing the other’s background, Qinchuan chose not to disclose it, instead keeping it to himself for the time being.

Without a Great Emperor in residence, the Burning Heaven Sect didn’t know how many evil spirits had infiltrated it. If he rashly attacked Changsun Gu, it could alert the hidden fiends, even though Qinchuan could find and deal with each one, it would undoubtedly be troublesome.

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By now, he already had a plan in mind — he intended to lure all of those shadowy figures out and capture them in one fell swoop.

However, since he knew the other’s intent in infiltrating the Burning Heaven Sect was malicious, Qinchuan was anything but polite in his retaliation, and he yelled, "I am your grandfather!"

With a wave of his hand, several massive rocks moved in response.

These rocks, growing as they met the wind, pressed down on Changsun Gu from all directions.

Although Changsun Gu possessed the power of a Holy, within the formation, even a Great Emperor would have to submit; there was no place for resistance.

In an instant, several molten boulders suppressed Changsun Gu.

Qinchuan approached, and with a "smack," he slapped the other man across the face.

With disdain, Zhang Guang gloated, "Old fool, weren’t you trying to kill me?"

While speaking, he delivered another "smack," slapping him back across the face.

"I’m right here in front of you, so kill me then!"

"You... audacious..."

Fire flashed in Changsun Gu’s eyes, his chest ablaze with towering rage.

For tens of thousands of years, he had been revered by many, with ordinary cultivators treating him with utmost respect upon meeting him.

Now, he was being slapped in quick succession by a Meridian Opening Realm Cultivator.

Yet, pressed down by countless boulders, he was powerless to fight back.

He had never endured such humiliation before!

No matter how Qinchuan manipulated these boulders, the anger in Changsun Gu’s chest simmered into resentment, and with a hateful look in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and vowed, "Boy, just wait, once I am out, I will surely slice you into a thousand pieces, peel off your skin, draw out your tendons, and imprison your True Spirit in the Endless Purgatory, where you’ll never be granted reincarnation across lifetimes."