Grasping the Evil-Chapter 980: Mastering the Quasi-Saint, Shocking Mu Island
Ning Fan fought desperately, forcibly ascending the Origin Bridge. His white robes were stained with blood, wounds inflicted by the blood lock on his body.
This was even with the protection of the God-Extinguishing Shield. Without it, he might have been killed instantly by the Soul Blood Chain upon setting foot on the Origin Bridge.
In his ears were the resonant trumpet sounds. As they rang, a white light flew out from his position on the first step of the Origin Bridge, transforming into a white lotus before him.
It was a snow-like lotus, yet it felt intensely hot. Such heat was not considered scorching to the people of the Sun Realm, but to those of the Netherworld, it was unendurable.
Extreme Yang! This white lotus was filled with Extreme Yang Power, resembling the white lotus transformed by Koi-eye but containing much more Extreme Yang Power.
Especially remarkable to Ning Fan was that there were two lotus seeds on this white lotus. With their appearance, the space trembled under the immense energy they contained.
"Bridge God Gu Jiang said before that each step on the Origin Bridge grants rewards. The Twelve Bridges each offer different rewards. The reward for the first bridge is a white lotus; some are lucky enough to get a lotus with seeds. The Extreme Yang of the white lotus aids cultivators in gaining Heaven’s approval, while the lotus seeds have other uses. In the Three Great Realms, these seeds are known as [Primordial Lotus Seeds], which assist in cultivating Palatial Void..."
"However, according to Bridge God Gu Jiang, even the luckiest True Realm cultivator won’t be rewarded with seeds at every step, and at most, one seed at a time. Securing seeds on the first step is extremely rare... Why have I, an alleged sinner, received more rewards than others?"
Ning Fan pondered briefly, unaware that "sinners" was simply a derogatory term used by the Dao Soul Clan for ten classes of cultivators. The Holder Cultivators were the fourth class, spurned by the Dao Soul Clan.
The Dao Soul Clan controlled the Heaven’s orders and forbade Holder Cultivators from nearing the Origin Bridge. Yet, the bridge itself welcomed them, offering richer rewards than to other cultivators.
This could be considered an exclusive privilege for Holder Cultivators.
"Two Primordial Lotus Seeds! Perhaps he is a Holder Cultivator!" Gu Jiang speculated silently, seasoned and full of conjecture.
Ning Fan did not immediately take the second step. Instead, he collected and refined the white lotus and seeds granted by the Origin Bridge, knowing they would vanish if not used quickly.
The refining process lasted about a quarter of an hour.
Even after refining the Extreme Yang from the white lotus, Ning Fan was unable to break free from the chains or open his eyes. He still lacked sufficient Extreme Yang.
However, the two Primordial Lotus Seeds proved more helpful. Upon consuming them, Ning Fan felt scorching sensations from his Rain Star Point, Battle Star Point, Dark Star Point, and Jupiter Point, and an increase in the Palatial Power of Yin and Yang embedded in them.
"He possesses four types of Palatial Power, and consuming the seeds has elevated each to 10 levels of Spiritual Juncture!" Gu Jiang was astonished; cultivators with four types were rare.
Spiritual Juncture is a unit in the Three Great Realms, measuring the quantity of a cultivator’s Palatial Power.
If cultivated to the extreme, traces of strength in Dao can generate Palatial Dao Traces; if reaching 10 levels of Spiritual Juncture, it is considered small accomplishment. Upon hitting 100, one enters the medium realm; at 500, they reach grand accomplishment. In theory, with medium realm power, one can cultivate Palatial Void, achievable only by Palatial Great Emperor.
Previously, Ning Fan barely wielded minor Palatial Power through the Chaos Ring Decision Technique, far less than half a Spiritual Juncture.
A single Primordial Lotus Seed could add about 20 levels; two would grant 40, spread across four Palatial Powers, each gaining 10.
Regrettably, Ancient God Heart Apertures enhance only cultivation-enhancing items, offering no boost to Primordial Lotus Seeds, otherwise Ning Fan would gain even more.
Familiar with the stages from Gu Jiang, though unsure about Spiritual Juncture entirely, Ning Fan could ascertain his four powers achieved small accomplishment!
Ning Fan summoned the Memory Severing Dao Sword, enshrouding it with the four types of Palatial Dao Traces, nodding as he scrutinized it.
Previously, entwining normal Dao Traces improved the sword’s power significantly. Now, the purer Palatial Dao Traces enhance it cumulatively, containing 40 levels of Palatial Power, doubling its strength!
Though not boosting his cultivation, the increased Palatial Power markedly enhanced Ning Fan’s combat prowess!
"Should I take the second step..."
Ning Fan hesitated only briefly before resolutely stepping forward on the first bridge, shrouded in blood mist.
The bridge’s inherent force deterred progress, testing the climber, causing injury if overcome, halting advancement.
This force, combined with the chains on Ning Fan, instantly wounded his Spirit, causing nearly a third to become phantom-like! 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Grievously injured, a severe wound! For cultivators, damage to Spirit is far harder to heal than physical harm. Even with the shield, without it, others would face similar Spirit damage!
"Another five hundred! Does this Netherworld kid risk his life for the second step, uninhibited by Soul Blood Chains?" Gu Jiang lamented, vexed.
With each move, Ning Fan cost him five hundred deeds, how heartbreaking!
"Netherworld friend, you should reconsider. Blood chains harm beyond what treasures prevent, each step incurs injury, impairing your foundation or costing your life. Return, heed my advice, only take rewards within your grasp... Return, or the deeds deducted are mine!"
"I appreciate your concern, I know my limits." Ning Fan wiped the blood from his lips, collecting the reward from the second step.
Reflecting on nearly slaying Gu Jiang before, Ning Fan felt apologetic. The bridge god’s concern was commendable, a broad-minded character.
"That wasn’t concern!" Gu Jiang cared for his deeds, exasperated by the misunderstanding. Ning Fan, having refined the second reward, stepped to the third!
Another five hundred!
The second step rewarded a white lotus and two seeds.
The third step was similar.
On the third step, Ning Fan’s Spirit was now two-thirds phantom. A fourth step would likely crumble it.
The third step was his limit; even with the shield, he couldn’t proceed further.
Consuming two more Extreme Yang white lotuses didn’t let him open his eyes but the four seeds pushed his powers to 30 levels.
The combined powers exceeded 120 levels, stronger than some medium realm Palatial Immortal Emperors!
Sadly, no single power reached medium realm status, or Ning Fan might cultivate Palatial Void.
"Netherworld friend, surely you won’t step the fourth?" Gu Jiang was anxious about further steps.
"No further, the third step is my limit," Ning Fan’s tone softened seeing Gu Jiang’s ’concern.’
"That’s not concern..." Gu Jiang decided against explaining. The projection’s time was about over, readying to return to the Real Realms.
This projection to Dreamland Realm was disastrous, never wanting to visit again.
The Twelve Origin Bridges gradually faded, merging with the trumpet sounds, vanishing from the Dark Yin Realm.
The scene reverted to Dark Yin Realm, and Ning Fan’s first act was using a Millennium Age Tower for healing.
The injuries caused by the Dao-Soul Blood Chains were truly terrifying, with an almost frightening heavenly will continuously tearing at Ning Fan’s Spirit and further causing a temporary drop in his cultivation due to the unhealed wounds. Without a thousand years of time, Ning Fan had no confidence in healing these injuries and was forced to immediately enter seclusion.
When he emerged from the Millennium Age Tower, Ning Fan’s injuries were completely healed, and his cultivation had returned to normal.
He did not open his eyes, yet he was able to summon the Origin Bridge and take three steps upon it, which was extremely rare. Such an opportunity might not occur again. To call forth the Origin Bridge again, he would only be able to break free from the chains’ shackles and open his eyes.
Open eyes...
No one knows how much Extreme Yang is still needed...
Ning Fan shook his head, as Extreme Yang was something only found in the True Realms, very few things in the Dreamland Realm contained Extreme Yang. The carp eye in the Golden Sky Black Earth Painting did contain a significant amount of Extreme Yang, but unfortunately, due to his previous experience of entering the painting, if he were to enter it again, he would most likely be targeted by the fierce beasts deep within the pictorial realm, and even bringing the Jiuli Black Cat wouldn’t guarantee his safe retreat...
Moreover, he didn’t have a second Gold Talisman Palace Brush anymore, so to enter the Golden Sky Black Earth Painting again, he could only enter with his Spirit and couldn’t bring the black cat...
Forget it, matters concerning Extreme Yang and opening his eyes can be set aside for now. It’s time to leave Mu Island.
There are some things Ning Fan still hasn’t figured out, yet he can only wait to understand them in due time. He shook his body to exit the Xuan Yin Treasure, and upon returning to the outside world, his gaze suddenly narrowed.
At that moment, quite a number of people had gathered outside his room, including Daoist Wood Pine, Xiang Mingzi, Wu Laoba, and a group of Mu Island Sect Members. In addition, there was Lv Wen and a red-robed Immortal Venerable with a malicious expression.
"Oh? Why are you all gathered outside my room? Hmm? Big brother, are you here as well?"
Ning Fan stepped out of the guest room in the Zen courtyard, smiled at Lv Wen, but his gaze was filled with inquiry.
Lv Wen nodded, seeing this, Ning Fan’s heart tightened, understanding it.
It seems that the red-robed Immortal Venerable is a person from the Southern Clan!
The last time Ning Fan went to the Godly Void Pavilion, he had a deep discussion with Lv Wen, during which Lv Wen informed Ning Fan of some bad news.
The Southern Clan had learned about someone impersonating members of their tribe! It was not Lv Wen who reported it, but rather a powerful ancestor within the tribe who deduced it! This matter happened about a few decades after Ning Fan entered the Barbarian Wilderness Ancient Domain.
In those years, Ning Fan had stolen the Gu Command of the Southern Clan’s tribe members; this matter connected heaven and earth, linked cause and effect, and could deceive most people in the world, but could not escape the deductions of those old monsters who were skilled in calculations. By chance, it was deduced by that old monster.
Upon learning that someone dared to impersonate a Southern Clan member, the Southern Clan ancestor was naturally furious, finding Lv Wen through cause and effect, and used secret technique to search Lv Wen’s memories, thus learning the whole story of Ning Fan impersonating a Southern Clan cultivator.
What a Rain Immortal Monarch! To dare to impersonate a Southern Clan member, didn’t he know that such an act violated the Southern Clan’s taboo!
Fortunately, at that time, Ning Fan’s identity as an inheritor of the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor had almost been spread throughout the Eastern Heaven, and the Southern Clan ancestor, wary of Ning Fan’s reputation as an inheritor of Ancient Chaos, didn’t dare to openly confront him, and since Ning Fan hadn’t appeared in the Eastern Heaven, the matter was temporarily set aside.
Unexpectedly, after several decades, a major incident occurred in the Barbarian Wilderness Ancient Domain, the Southern Clan, as one of the ten great secret clans, naturally had the means to ascertain the details within.
Within the Barbarian Wilderness Ancient Domain, two ancient Great Cultivators emerged, engaging in a life and death battle!
One of them, named Zhao Jian, was a mysterious cultivator with a ghost eye and silver hair...
Upon receiving this news, the entire Southern Clan became restless; Zhao Jian was the name used by Ning Fan to impersonate a Southern Clan member! And according to first-hand intelligence acquired by the Southern Clan ancestors, the ancient Great Cultivator Zhao Jian in the Barbarian Wilderness Ancient Domain was exactly the same as Ning Fan!
"Impossible! This child was clearly the inheritor of Ancient Chaos, a nameless Fate Immortal junior, how could he be an ancient Great Cultivator who shook the Barbarian Wilderness!" Many Southern Clan ancestors couldn’t believe this matter, yet they couldn’t prove otherwise.
Then, two years later, Ning Fan returned to the Eastern Heaven with an incredibly strong presence.
A hundred years ago, Ning Fan was only a Fate Immortal; a hundred years later, Ning Fan unexpectedly possessed the cultivation level of an Immortal Venerable, and the Southern Clan’s old monsters did not believe Ning Fan had advanced from Fate Immortal to Eternal Immortal Venerable Realm in just a hundred years, truly thinking that the Eternal Immortal Venerable was like cabbage; if one could cultivate to that realm in a hundred years, how could there be so many Fragmented Thought Elders, having spent hundreds, even millions of years, unable to cultivate to that level!
Clearly, Ning Fan’s cultivation hasn’t improved, but he originally possessed such a cultivation level; the previous Fate Immortal cultivation level was merely an illusion!
No, it’s very likely that even the Immortal Venerable cultivation level is an illusion... the cultivation level of the ancient Great Cultivator is indeed Ning Fan’s actual Spirit Severing Realm!
Thus, most Southern Clan old monsters chose to believe that Ning Fan was indeed an ancient Great Cultivator concealing his cultivation level. The things he did in the Eastern Heaven, the name he spread, were very likely just illusions, and even the name Ning Fan might be false.
Yet there were still a few Southern Clan old monsters who felt that Ning Fan, this Zhao Jian, and the great cultivator Zhao Jian in the Barbarian Wilderness were not the same person. While they thought so, those Southern Clan old monsters did not dare to make any unfavorable moves against Ning Fan.
What if? What if Ning Fan was indeed an ancient Great Cultivator, his fury was something even the Southern Clan could not endure!
Even if Ning Fan wasn’t an ancient Great Cultivator, he was still the inheritor of Ancient Chaos, after all, his master in Ancient Chaos hadn’t died, who dared to suppress him by force? Even the Dark Clan, who bore deep animosity towards Ning Fan, wouldn’t dare!
The Southern Clan’s old monsters had grave concerns, not daring to touch Ning Fan, yet also unable to completely ignore Ning Fan’s impersonation of a Southern Clan member. After all, they were a dignified secret clan; even if the other party were an ancient Great Cultivator, the Southern Clan’s old monsters must seek justice, of course, if the other party truly was an ancient Great Cultivator, so-called seeking justice would only be a formality to slightly uphold the Southern Clan’s reputation, letting others know that no one could impersonate a Southern Clan member at will, and not genuinely seeking enmity with Ning Fan.
When Ning Fan went to the Divine Tomb, Lv Wen told him the whole story, and it must be said that Lv Wen was indeed a reliable makeshift adopted brother. Even when faced with inquiries from the Southern Clan’s ancestors, Lv Wen never disclosed half a word that was unfavorable to Ning Fan; it was a pity that his memory was searched, otherwise, so many matters wouldn’t have been exposed.
Lv Wen was very worried about Ning Fan’s situation, his connections couldn’t compare to the Southern Clan, not knowing the details of the battle in the Barbarian Wilderness, nor knowing that Ning Fan’s ghost eye silver-haired appearance matched that of the Barbarian Wilderness great cultivator.
From the discourse among the Southern Clan’s old monsters, Lv Wen heard words such as ’Is this child really an ancient Great Cultivator?’ ’Does this child truly possess an ancient Great Cultivator’s cultivation level?’
It seems the Southern Clan’s old monsters were suspicious that their adopted brother was an ancient Great Cultivator, and with the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor nearing his demise, they dared not act.
Trouble, this is really trouble now! His adopted brother Ning Fan, how could he possibly be an ancient Great Cultivator! If the Southern Clan discovered the truth, once Ancient Chaos died, no one could protect Ning Fan anymore.
Having been born in the Southern Clan, Lv Wen naturally knew the Southern Clan’s terrifying power, their vast legacy would be enough to make any Immortal King, Immortal Emperor, tremble, much less Ning Fan who wasn’t even an Immortal King.
Indeed, when he initially discovered Ning Fan was not a Southern Clan member, Lv Wen had some sense of being deceived. When he first befriended Ning Fan, he indeed had ulterior motives, but later, Ning Fan enlightened him, causing his cultivation to recover rapidly; after being crippled in a calamity by Senluo, he had already regained most within a hundred years!
Now Lv Wen truly treated Ning Fan as his brother; he wasn’t a good person, yet he was very straightforward; if others treat him well he reciprocates tenfold, if others treat him poorly he may slaughter their family, annihilate their sect. Ning Fan treated him well, so he naturally regarded Ning Fan sincerely as his adopted brother, and upon discovering Ning Fan stood opposite the Southern Clan, he gritted his teeth and stood on Ning Fan’s side.
"Ning Younger Brother, do you really have a way to deal with the Southern Clan?" Lv Wen thought it over but still transmitted the question.
"Don’t worry, Big Brother, it’s not difficult." Ning Fan transmitted back as well.
Ning Fan did have a method to make the Southern Clan mistakenly believe that he was an ancient Great Cultivator; as long as he used the God-Extinguishing Shield, this Heaven-Opening Artifact, to set up some minor plans, it should convince some Southern Clan old monsters that he was an ancient Great Cultivator.
This was Ning Fan’s initial thought, and upon seeing the Southern Clan’s visitor, the belief was reinforced.
In the eyes of that red-robed Immortal Venerable, hostility was undisguised; if the truth about him not being an ancient Great Cultivator was exposed, the Southern Clan would certainly have many within it harboring such enmity towards him! Impersonating a Southern Clan member violated their taboo, the Southern Clan was replete with old stubborn people, it was entirely possible to kill Ning Fan over this taboo!
He had already antagonized the Dark Clan, if there was another Southern Clan...
Ning Fan was not afraid of trouble, but if he could avoid some trouble, who would want trouble?
"Young Friend Ning, you..." Mu Song, Xiang Mingzi wanted to question Ning Fan, naturally, inquiring about the matter of the horn heavenly sound.
Unfortunately, before the two quasi-saints finished speaking, the Southern Clan’s red-robed Immortal Venerable couldn’t wait and arrogantly said to Ning Fan,
"You are Ning Fan? Hmph, I am the Second Young Emperor of the Barbarian Sect of the Southern Tribe. You, come with me back to the Southern Tribe! Do not resist, or don’t blame me for being merciless!"
Is this kid out of his mind?
Including Wu Laoba, everyone looked at this red-clad youth with eyes of disbelief.
Even if you are an Immortal Venerable of the Southern Tribe, you can’t just interrupt two Quasi-Saints, can you? Not to mention Daoist Wood Pine; just take Xiang Mingzi for example. Any First Order Quasi-Saint from the secret clans would have to address him politely as ’Daoist friend,’ yet here you are, just an Immortal Venerable from the Southern Tribe, daring to interrupt Quasi-Saints. Do you really think the Southern Tribe reigns supreme over the Eastern Heaven?
Mu Island’s people do not fear the Southern Tribe. They are well aware of their master’s impressive battle achievements; he once fought off three Quasi-Saints of the Dark Clan alone — how domineering.
Even Wu Laoba isn’t afraid of the Southern Tribe. Southern Tribe? He would squat outside their door, and they’d have to pay him to leave...
Ning Fan was also speechless.
Wasn’t the Southern Tribe suspicious of him being an ancient great cultivator? For those old monsters who have reached the Timeless Realm, which one isn’t cautious and prudent? If there were even a hint of Ning Fan being an ancient great cultivator, would any no-name person dare to provoke him? Even if they did invite Ning Fan to the Southern Tribe, they should be extremely courteous. To speak so rudely at the outset — aren’t they afraid of causing trouble?
This red-clad Immortal Venerable in front of him — could he be the type of cultivator raised by his family? Lacking much experience in dealing with people, inexperienced in the deception of the cultivation world, perhaps given elixirs from birth for cultivating, thus leading to such a lack of maturity?
"Hmph, I haven’t spoken yet, is it your turn to talk?" Daoist Wood Pine’s expression turned cold. He was already a rather reclusive individual, and it was rare enough for him to show Ning Fan a good face. How could he show warmth to just any Tom, Dick, or Harry?
"You... fine, Senior is right to reprimand me." The red-clad Immortal Venerable gritted his teeth but eventually submitted to Daoist Wood Pine, although he did so with a tone of great reluctance.
As expected, a fool. Even for someone from the Southern Tribe, treating Daoist Wood Pine so discourteously is truly uncalled for...
Since he is a fool, it’s perfect for some abuse!
If Ning Fan wanted the Southern Tribe to firmly believe he was an ancient great cultivator, he must take action to slightly intimidate them. He decided to use this red-clad Immortal Venerable to stage a performance!
As an ancient great cultivator, what to do? Being threatened by this red-clad Immortal Venerable — if he didn’t teach this young Immortal Venerable a lesson, it wouldn’t suit the identity of an ancient great cultivator!
Ning Fan was just about to summon the God-Slaying Giant and knock this unfortunate kid down for a shock effect on the Southern Tribe, but suddenly hesitated.
This hesitation wasn’t due to Second thoughts; it was because he detected a faint aura from this red-clad Immortal Venerable.
A Barbarian Cultivator’s aura!
This red-clad Immortal Venerable turns out to be a Barbarian Cultivator! Above the Four Heavens, why would there be a Barbarian Cultivator?
It’s said that the Southern Tribe consists of four divisions: Witch, Gu, Barbarian, and War. This red-clad Immortal Venerable hails from one of the Barbarian divisions of the Southern Tribe. Could it be that the Southern Tribe’s Barbarian Sect are all Barbarians? It’s also possible that the entire Southern Tribe cultivates Barbarians, or that Barbarian cultivators are just a few among them, and this person might only be the sole Barbarian cultivator of the Southern Tribe...
It shouldn’t be that all members are Barbarian Cultivators; Lv Wen once belonged to the Southern Tribe, but his body held no Barbarian cultivation...
In just a moment, Ning Fan’s mind went through various conjectures, yet he couldn’t verify them. However, if this red-clad Immortal Venerable is a Barbarian Cultivator, then there’s no need to summon the God-Extinguishing Shield. Ning Fan can give him an even more terrifying shock.
Barbarian Cultivator, ha, when facing the Barbarian God, what should be done!
"If I don’t go back to the Southern Tribe with you, you’ll be merciless to me, is that it?" Ning Fan turned to the red-clad Immortal Venerable, asking with a blank expression.
"Correct! If you obediently follow me back to the Southern Tribe, I will be somewhat courteous to you. But if you dare defy my orders, I will let you know that the inheritor of Ancient Chaos is nothing in my eyes!" the red-clad Immortal Venerable said arrogantly.
"Then let’s see how you will be merciless to me — get lost!"
Ning Fan suddenly directed a cold, sharp word at the red-clad youth. One simple word, yet it seemed to be imbued with the majesty of heaven. It was as if, in that instant, Ning Fan’s will replaced heaven, replaced the Great Dao of the Heavens, becoming the ruler of all Barbarian Cultivators in the world!
Scram!
Scram!!
Scram!!!
Without invoking any cultivation, without using a trace of mana, there suddenly arose a pillar of golden light, like a gale, sweeping towards the red-clad Immortal Venerable. When nearing, it transformed into a human-sized golden palm imprint, heavily imprinting down on the red-clad Immortal Venerable.
The supreme power contained within that golden light shook everyone’s heart. The overwhelming might shattered all of the red-clad Immortal Venerable’s protective Dharma treasures, including a piece of Innate Spirit Armor!
It’s no wonder this person is so arrogant; having even an Innate Spirit Armor shows that he must be a person of significant importance within the Southern Tribe.
Yet, even such an Innate Spirit Armor couldn’t protect this red-clad Immortal Venerable. In an instant, it was shattered by the golden palm imprint. Following that, even the physical body of the red-clad Immortal Venerable was pulverized into a mist of blood under the golden palm. His primal spirit was terrified to the extreme, pale as he gazed at the golden palm imprint that struck him, feeling the approach of death like never before!
I will die, I will die, I will die!
What kind of divine ability is this! This Rain Monarch clearly did not use even a speck of mana, yet how could he unleash such a terrifying golden palm imprint!
Unresistable, indefensible — this feeling, I only experienced it in the innermost forbidden area of my clan. Only our clan’s Southern Extreme Ancestor in closed-door meditation has such cultivation!
This is definitely the cultivation of an ancient great cultivator!
Curse it, curse it, curse it! Why did I have to be discourteous to an ancient great cultivator? Why did I refuse to believe he was an ancient great cultivator! This Rain Monarch is definitely an ancient great cultivator hiding his cultivation! This golden palm imprint, I cannot withstand it; even the First Order and Second Order Quasi-Saints in the clan cannot withstand it! Only the progenitor, only the progenitor...
At the brink of death, a snow-colored jade pendant hanging on the primal spirit of the red-clad Immortal Venerable suddenly shattered into two pieces, releasing an aged figure who shot out from the jade pendant, wielding a giant bone club to clash with the golden palm imprint.
"Daoist friend, calm your anger! This is definitely a misunderstanding; our Southern Tribe has no intention of antagonizing you!"
The elder who suddenly appeared exuded a powerful aura of a First Order Quasi-Saint, though it wasn’t his true body but a projection. However, even with this Quasi-Saint’s projection cultivation, he could not stop the descent of the golden palm imprint. His bone club was shattered by the golden palm in one blow, and his figure was subsequently crushed under the golden palm, dissolving into particles of light.
Destroying an Innate Treasure and an Immortal Venerable’s physical body with one blow might not be shocking, but to obliterate a Quasi-Saint’s projection with a single strike is undeniably shocking!
"It’s the projection of Man Daosan, annihilated by this youngster with a single blow!" Both Daoist Wood Pine and Xiang Mingzi were stunned.
Others couldn’t recognize the slain projection of a Quasi-Saint, but how could these two fail to identify it? That Man Daosan is a Quasi-Saint of the Southern Tribe’s Barbarian Sect, whose true body has almost reached the peak of First Order Quasi-Saint. Even after years of diligent cultivation, his mere projection could rival an ordinary First Order Quasi-Saint.
Was what we just witnessed real? Ning Fan... with one hand, obliterated Man Daosan’s Quasi-Saint projection!!!
"Even the elder’s projection was destroyed, I’ll die, I’ll die..." The red-clad Immortal Venerable was already in despair, dumbfounded by Ning Fan’s power.
Yet, the anticipated death did not come. When that golden palm hit his primal spirit, it unexpectedly turned into a gust of wind, blowing him several hundred star regions away from Mu Island!
The crowd of cultivators was aghast!
"I won’t kill you this time, but there won’t be a next time. Your identity as the Young Emperor of the Barbarian Sect isn’t enough! Next time, let your Barbarian Quasi-Saint talk to me!"
Though Ning Fan spoke on Mu Island, through his Ice Rain Technique, these words were conveyed directly to the ears of the red-clad Immortal Venerable.
"Thank you, Senior, for sparing my life. When I return to the clan, I will certainly convey Senior’s decree to my Barbarian Sect ancestor!"
The Immortal Venerable in the red robe shivered with fear, his Spirit tiny hand made a distant fist toward Mu Island, and then he skulked away.
It’s over, it’s over, he didn’t know if his actions had angered this Ancient Great Cultivator... let’s see how the clan elders handle this matter.
Spurt!
Within the Southern Clan, in the Southern Pole Hall, five Quasi-Saints of the Southern Clan sat in sequence, closing their eyes and waiting for something.
Suddenly, one Quasi-Saint inexplicably spat blood and then received the memory of his body double, revealing a shocked expression.
The one who spat blood was none other than Man Daosan’s true body!
"What happened!" The other Quasi-Saints were all astonished when they saw Man Daosan spitting blood.
In the entire Southern Clan, besides the Great Elder Southern Pole Ancestor who is still recovering, only the Second Elder is a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint, and Man Daosan is the third strongest in the Southern Clan. Why does he suddenly spit blood!
"It’s Rain Monarch, this person is unfathomable, one palm destroyed my body double... he cannot be provoked, under no circumstances should this person be provoked!" When Man Daosan spoke, the other Quasi-Saints were all shocked.
One palm destroyed Man Daosan’s Quasi-Saint clone... what kind of terrifying cultivation is this!
Ancient Great Cultivator!
Rain Monarch Ning Fan, truly is that Barbarian Wilderness Great Cultivator!
"As for my body double, it doesn’t matter, paying some price I can cultivate back, but..." Man Daosan gave a slight bitter laugh.
If the Southern Clan, due to today’s probe, breaks bad with this person, invoking the wrath of an Ancient Great Cultivator, that would truly be irreparable.
Not to mention the Great Elder is seriously injured with difficulty recovering, even at full strength, the Great Elder would not allow the Southern Clan to offend an Ancient Great Cultivator.
So, if the other party really gets angry, should we Southern Clan bow to this person...
"What a joke! In my Southern Clan’s ancestors, generations have been Immortal Emperor Guardian Generals of the Southern Heavenly Gate, only warriors who die in battle, no bowing ones. If this Ning Fan doesn’t provoke us, we are willing to peacefully resolve this dispute, even slightly yielding some, it’s feasible. But if this person pushes too far, we will risk the entire clan dying in battle to make this person pay the price! Southern Clan cultivators, no fear of battle, no fear of death!"
Of course, it’s better not to provoke Ning Fan, no one is willing to create an abysmal enemy out of nothing...
One palm slaying a Quasi-Saint...
Several Southern Clan old monsters secretly shivered, and once the red-robed Immortal Venerable scampered back to the Southern Clan and conveyed Ning Fan’s words, the shirking began again.
Ning Fan said, next time at least let a Quasi-Saint from the Barbarian Sect go to have a dialogue with him...
Yes, sending an Eternal Immortal Venerable to Ning Fan, it’s somewhat improper in status.
Then the problem arose, who would go to talk to Ning Fan...
The Fourth Elder Nan Tianhua nonchalantly picked up a teacup, took half an hour to drink a cup of tea, stubbornly not finishing it, seemingly having a contest with his teacup. He is a Quasi-Saint of the Gu Clan, inside, lacking Barbarian Cultivation.
The Fifth Elder Zhao Wanggong continued finger-pinching to calculate something, an appearance of divining good and bad luck, seemingly unrelated to negotiating with Ning Fan, wanting to stay out.
The Sixth Elder Tashi looked at each other with the Third Elder Man Daosan, neither volunteering to talk to Ning Fan.
No kidding, having a talk with Ning Fan, what if negotiations break down? Then getting killed by a palm of Ning Fan? It’s risky, whoever’s strong steps up!
Finally, it was the Second Elder Southern Pole Ancestor who spoke.
"Ning Daoist said to let a Quasi-Saint from the Barbarian Sect talk... So, Old Three, Old Six, one of you go have a chat with him."
"Cough, cough, cough, Old Six, my body double was just destroyed, injuries not healed, so..." As soon as Man Daosan remembered Ning Fan’s terrifying nature, he felt apprehensive, looking pleadingly at Old Six Tashi.
At seeing his Third Brother, who had never asked for anything in life, giving such a look, Tashi sighed deeply, saying,
"Forget it, I am a Quasi-Saint of the Barbarian Sect, I’ll go talk with him! At worst it’s just death, we Southern Clan men, have no cowards, I..."
Tashi was about to bravely speak two sentences, when a sweet female voice was heard from outside the hall.
"Grandpa Six, rather than you going, how about letting Weiyu go instead?"
A woman clad in feathers, holding an umbrella, walked softly into the Southern Pole Hall.
This woman is the Southern Clan’s first Saintess, named Tantai Weiyu, a name identical to a woman Ning Fan had met before.
However, this woman’s appearance, cultivation level, and bone age, all differ from the Tantai Weiyu Ning Fan met.
Moreover, that Tantai Weiyu hailed from the Purple Mansion Academy of Southern Heaven, whereas this Tantai Weiyu is the esteemed Southern Clan Saintess, seemingly two entirely different existences.
"You? No way! Our Southern Clan’s great trouble, cannot let you a mere girl to shoulder, no more talking, Third Grandpa goes, you’re not allowed to go!" Man Daosan also stopped being afraid, he decided to meet Ning Fan himself, anyway, he won’t let little Weiyu girl send herself to death! Ning Fan is a fierce person, disagreements lead to destruction of bodies and doubles, he is definitely not kind-hearted!
"I’ll go!"
"No, let me go!"
"Allow me!"
The original situation of mutual avoidance unexpectedly changed due to Weiyu’s suggestion.
Tantai Weiyu felt warmth in her heart, but shook her head, saying, "No, let Weiyu go. You guys don’t understand this person, whereas I, should somewhat understand..." As she spoke, Weiyu seemed to have a look of reminiscence, smiling faintly.
"You’ve met the Rain Monarch? When? You’ve never been ten thousand miles from the Southern Clan’s territory since birth, how could you’ve met this person?"
"A secret..."
Tantai Weiyu gave a mischievous smile.
Indeed, she’s met him, that Ning Fan, had encountered her voodoo doll... this, several Quasi-Saint Grandpas did not know.
That discourse of years past, still vividly recalled by her...
A really cunning person, surprisingly masquerading as an Ancient Great Cultivator, scaring several Quasi-Saint Grandpas. Rain Immortal Monarch, right... while others may not know you’ve come from Rain Immortal World, I do know... (to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com), your support, is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)
