I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 382Book 2: : Minds from All Directions, One Sword Slays the Immortal
Vol 2 Chapter 382: Minds from All Directions, One Sword Slays the Immortal
Rogue Immortal Luo fixed his gaze on Zheng Fa, his lips slightly pressed, eyes filled with doubt, yet he did not ask a single question.
He did not know how Zheng Fa had broken through his concealment technique.
He did not understand how Zheng Fa could still chase him after he repeatedly changed directions.
Nor did he know how Zheng Fa managed to arrive here ahead of him and was waiting.
But upon seeing Zheng Fa draw the Qingping Sword, he realized there was no need for further questions.
A celebratory cloud flew out above his head, and his crimson Yang Spirit suddenly blazed brilliantly, enveloping his body.
Beneath the sky, his form was half tangible, half ethereal, extremely elusive yet seemingly containing supreme majesty, giving off a strong contradictory aura.
Five crimson dragons crouched at his feet, swirling, raising their heads, breathing out, stirring fierce winds.
The wind swept across heaven and earth, drying up vast lakes in the blink of an eye, turning verdant grass and trees into ashes instantly.
Luo Sanxian extended a finger and touched the five dragons;their bodies suddenly swelled, and a muzzle appeared around their mouths and noses, from which five golden reins extended, converging behind them into a dazzling golden light.
As the golden light dispersed, a war chariot appeared beneath Luo Sanxian’s feet, ten thousand times more magnificent than before.
At the center of the canopy was an imprint of a blood-red great sun;along the canopy’s edges bloomed millions of dark red flames.
The war chariot was entirely crimson, forged from the most ancient and precious immortal bronze, radiating golden brilliance that illuminated the vast sky for thousands of miles.
Zheng Fa thought to himself that this man was remarkably resolute and couldn't help but become wary. He knew much about Haori Mountain and understood that this sect’s cultivation method was closely connected to celestial phenomena, the fire element, and the great sun.
For example, Luo Sanxian’s core cultivation technique was called the Six Dragons Patrolling Heaven Scripture, seemingly following the path of supreme Yang energy, controlling the rotation of the great sun and weather changes.
Legend said that once Luo Sanxian condensed the sixth crimson dragon, he would become a true immortal.
If you said it outright, this cultivation method was somewhat similar to Fusang Wood—except Fusang Wood focused on stimulating vitality, while this method emphasized mastering celestial phenomena.
Standing beside Zheng Fa was Senior Sister Zhang, holding the Tranquility Bamboo.
Behind them, Xie Qingxue and the Jiushan Ancestor stood shoulder to shoulder.
Zheng Fa gripped the Qingping Sword, faintly shielding the Jiushan Ancestor.
Among the four, both he and Senior Sister Zhang had Dao Fruit treasures guarding them, Xie Qingxue’s “true body” could be said to be the Qingping Sword itself, which was extraordinary. Only the Jiushan Ancestor, at the Nascent Soul stage, was quite vulnerable and in great danger here.
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The Qingping Sword trembled slightly in Zheng Fa’s hand, seeming somewhat excited, but Zheng Fa did not rush. He was waiting.
Although the Trapping Immortal Sword was essentially a true immortal treasure and stronger than Luo Sanxian in front of him,
Zheng Fa had a very close connection with the sword now, enabling him to fully control it, which naturally made the sword obedient.
At the same time, the sword’s every movement would also affect its owner.
Therefore, every time the sword was drawn, Zheng Fa’s spiritual power and divine soul were consumed as well.
Although the consumption might be less than one percent, Zheng Fa was very weak in comparison. According to his experiments, drawing the sword once would almost drain his Nascent Soul stage spiritual power.
This was probably the balance of gain and loss, the way of heaven. Zheng Fa naturally did not regret it. To obtain such a supreme treasure as the Trapping Immortal Sword, faster was better—more fierce was better.
Therefore, he waited for the right moment.
Seemingly sensing his caution and hesitation, Luo Sanxian’s expression loosened, and suddenly he laughed: “I originally thought you would be the next Tianhe. Now it seems, you are not.”
Zheng Fa frowned slightly but did not respond.
“When Tianhe entered the sight of our Four Sects, he was almost unstoppable, nearly overshadowing Xuanyi.” Luo Sanxian spoke to himself, “But you, today, will die here.”
Knowing Luo Sanxian aimed to shake his confidence, Zheng Fa ignored these words. The sword light of the Qingping Sword in his hand grew brighter, competing against the golden glow of the war chariot, splitting the sky in two.
“Very well.” Luo Sanxian nodded slightly upon seeing Zheng Fa unmoved, not disappointed at all. Instead, he looked downward. “Today, I will use you and the Jiushan Sect to show the Xuanyi cultivators that Haori Mountain will not tolerate defiance.”
Before him were thousands upon thousands of cultivators.
They dared not approach but were unwilling to leave either, hiding far away and watching the five from the ground.
Zheng Fa glanced downward too, feeling somewhat speechless.
He saw many cultivators holding Tongjian devices, seemingly video chatting with Dao friends from all over. Some shouted excitedly, their expressions ecstatic.
This was probably the first live broadcast of a Dao Fruit battle in the Xuanyi Realm...
...
At Taishang Dao, in the waterside pavilion of Tianchi Peak.
Six Nascent Souls gathered together, watching the light screen in the room’s center. Obviously, the broadcasters did not dare get too close, and Luo Sanxian and Zheng Fa could barely be seen clearly through the screen.
However, the strange phenomena in the sky—the Six Dragons Patrolling Heaven chariot of Luo Sanxian, and the sword light from Zheng Fa’s immortal sword—made the Nascent Souls present tense with worry even through the screen.
Head Seat Mingde sat at the head, brows furrowed with concern.
To his right sat Cheng Kong and Tong Ming.
To his left were one elder and two middle-aged Nascent Souls of Taishang Dao.
At this moment, the elder spoke: “This Tongjian device is truly interesting.”
The five, including Mingde, all nodded, their eyes full of curiosity.
“Unfortunately, the Jiushan Sect seems doomed this time.” The elder continued, “I wonder if this Tongjian will remain this useful in the future.”
Head Seat Mingde couldn’t help but object: “I know a bit about Zheng Fa. Since he dares to pursue, he must have some confidence.”
The elder shook his head, smiling lightly: “You don’t know Luo Sanxian’s nature.”
“Hm?”
“This man is always cautious. He never risks his life recklessly. He must have a backup plan.”
Mingde was stunned but had no rebuttal.
This elder was one of the oldest Nascent Souls of Taishang Dao with wide experience;there was no need to deceive him.
The elder added: “It’s truly a pity.”
“A pity what?”
“Since this era began, only Leader Zheng has dared to draw his sword against the Four Sects... a pity.”
Mingde frowned deeply, understanding the elder was clearly pessimistic about Zheng Fa.
Seeing his worried expression, the elder smiled again: “I know you have always been close with Zheng Fa, but don’t forget the teachings of our ancestors.”
Mingde pressed his lips tightly and after a moment whispered: “I remember.”
The elder nodded lightly: “Ancestor Xuanding said that the rivalry between Haori Mountain and Jiushan Sect, whichever perishes, will be good for Taishang Dao.”
“Don’t let personal ties disrupt the greater cause.”
Mingde’s voice dropped further: “Yes.”
Seeing no objection, the elder gave him face and said no more, only gazing at the screen again, softly murmuring: “Such a pity.”
...
Those even more concerned with the battle’s outcome than Mingde and the others were naturally the Jiushan Sect.
Within Jiushan Realm, on University Island, Seek Immortality Island, and even Ten Thousand Immortal Island, disciples gathered in groups, discussing and exchanging information they received.
Shi Nandang led Elder Jiu and the Zhongxuan Sect Leader past a group of disciples, overhearing their discussions:
“The Sect Leader caught up to that Haori Mountain Dao Fruit.”
“Has the fight started?”
“I’m asking!”
Then a timid voice asked: “Brothers, what if the Sect Leader loses?”
“How could the Sect Leader possibly lose?”
“But... that’s Haori Mountain after all.”
As these words were spoken, the group fell silent.
Shi Nandang’s lips twitched into a faint smile.
Then a disciple spoke loudly:
“If the Sect Leader wins, the Jiushan Sect’s future will naturally be bright.”
“If by chance he dies, then death it is—what more doubts do you have? Coward!”
The previously timid disciple seemed a bit anxious: “Who said I’m a coward? I’m just worried about the Sect Leader!”
“Brothers, don’t ruin the harmony.” Someone tried to mediate. “The Sect Leader is Jiushan Realm. Jiushan Realm is the Sect Leader. If the Sect Leader falls, Jiushan Realm will never be the same.”
That person added: “I come from Qingmu Sect, so I can’t claim the loyalty you brothers have, but I understand Jiushan Realm’s worth. If Jiushan Realm falls... honestly, staying alive in those Xuanyi sects now is harder than dying.”
Shi Nandang listened, stunned. He glanced at the speaker, whose face was somewhat weathered but eyes sincere. The words seemed heartfelt.
Looking at the group, some probably had never been in other sects and looked puzzled.
But five or six nodded quietly in strong agreement.
Shi Nandang glanced at them, suppressing the odd feelings in his heart, then led the two back to their courtyard.
It was said that Zheng Fa and Jiushan Sect were not hostile to them;they were even somewhat respected:
Except that they could not leave Jiushan Realm, could not transmit messages outside, and could not enter some highly secret places, there were almost no restrictions.
There was even a separate three-entrance courtyard for Zhongxuan Sect members to live in.
Compared to the assembly line life on Divine Fire Mountain, their current situation could be called comfortable.
Of course, this courtesy was mainly for Elder Bi Xia, who lived in the main courtyard with her disciples. Shi Nandang and the former Zhongxuan Sect Leader lived in side courtyards.
Shi Nandang felt somewhat uneasy.
Entering the courtyard, he turned and saw the two behind him with different expressions.
The Zhongxuan Sect Leader’s face showed more curiosity.
But Elder Bi Xia’s expression clearly showed worry.
He knew the Sect Leader was more of an indifferent onlooker, awaiting the battle’s result, while Elder Bi Xia had already sided with Zheng Fa, belonging to Jiushan Sect, no different from the other disciples.
Looking at Elder Bi Xia, he smiled mockingly and said, “Do you regret it now?”
Elder Bi Xia was stunned and looked at Shi Nandang as if not understanding why he said this.
“Do you know why I am unwilling to join Jiushan Sect?”
Elder Bi Xia said nothing, so he continued: “Because Zheng Fa can win temporarily, but not for a lifetime.”
“If I return now, I naturally cannot prove my innocence.”
“But if I die unyielding in Jiushan Realm, the ancestor will surely understand some of my loyalty.”
“Then, the time will come for me to return to the sect.”
The Zhongxuan Sect Leader’s face lit up with hope, clearly not expecting Shi Nandang to have such plans.
“Master, that’s a good idea, but aren’t you afraid Jiushan Sect will just kill you?”
“I’m afraid, but Jiushan Sect is bound to perish...” Shi Nandang shook his head, smiling lightly, “One still has a glimmer of hope, the other is doomed beyond redemption. Everyone knows which to choose.”
Elder Bi Xia was silent, unable to refute.
“So I ask you, with no choice now, do you regret it?”
“Regret?” Elder Bi Xia suddenly laughed, “Master, our desires have never been the same.”
“...”
“That Qingmu disciple spoke well.” Elder Bi Xia turned and entered the main courtyard, her voice still echoing behind them, “I’d rather live one day as a human in Jiushan Sect than be a pig or dog for ten thousand years in Haori Mountain.”
Shi Nandang and the Sect Leader were silent for a long moment before Elder Bi Xia’s next words came from outside the wall: “Besides, the outcome is still uncertain.”
...
The outcome hung on one sword.
Silver light flickered in Zheng Fa’s eyes, both guarding against Luo Sanxian and searching for the best moment to strike. Suddenly, Luo Sanxian turned his head and looked toward Haori Mountain behind him.
Zheng Fa involuntarily looked toward the distance but saw nothing. However, the Creation Jade Slip trembled slightly twice;it was an urgent message from Head Seat Mingde:
“Retreat immediately!”
“Haori Mountain’s Yun True Immortal has left Tianhe Sect!”
Only then did Zheng Fa understand what Luo Sanxian was waiting for. He looked sharply at Luo Sanxian, who seemed to notice his surprise and laughed loudly: “I told you, today you die here!”
Looking at Luo Sanxian again, Zheng Fa felt more familiar the more he looked.
So fast at escaping, fond of calling for reinforcements—this old fox!
He truly hadn’t expected Luo Sanxian, faced with the pursuit of a Nascent Soul, would secretly contact Haori Mountain’s True Immortal ancestor. Not only did he like bullying the weak, he liked fighting with numbers too.
A bit too cautious.
Zheng Fa hesitated briefly, considering countermeasures, but Luo Sanxian finally made his move, saying: “Trying to leave now? Too late!”
Faster than his voice was the Six Dragons Patrolling Heaven chariot beneath him.
The flames around the canopy and the golden radiance on the chariot all retracted, condensing into a sea of burning golden-red flame rushing at Zheng Fa.
The five dragons at the front leapt to Zheng Fa’s face in a blink.
Their aura grew even stronger, but instead of hot breath, they spewed thousands of meteorological phenomena:
Gale winds, torrential rain, frost, thunder, and blazing fire surrounded the four.
The intense heat of the golden-red flames made it hard to breathe, as if their bones would be burned to ashes.
Luo Sanxian’s strike was as swift as thunder, completely unlike his previous caution. Zheng Fa knew he feared his escape and wanted to hold him off until Haori Mountain’s True Immortal arrived.
But he did not know Zheng Fa and Senior Sister Zhang had also been waiting for a long time!
“Attack!”
Senior Sister Zhang called out softly, swiftly striking the Tranquility Bamboo. Behind her, black and white energies spun, condensing into a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Diagram.
She chanted lightly: “Kan Li Ding!”
The surrounding wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning instantly ceased.
“Heaven and Earth Rotation!”
The previously ferocious five dragons suddenly became dizzy and confused, losing their direction. In the air, they tangled with each other—pushing and binding—engaging in internal strife.
Taking advantage of this, Senior Sister Zhang waved the Tranquility Bamboo, scattering clear light from its leaves to suppress the five dragons.
Luo Sanxian’s face stiffened, suddenly full of regret:
When he hadn’t moved earlier, the war chariot and five dragons could protect his body.
Especially the five dragons, not only infinitely powerful but also able to act as substitutes, making them life-saving treasures he painstakingly condensed.
But now he felt these five dragons had lost connection with him!
Xie Qingxue flashed with blue light and disappeared from sight, just like when Zheng Fa killed the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor back then.
Zheng Fa moved too.
He only had one sword strike opportunity;timing was critical. The four had already agreed—Senior Sister Zhang would use the Innate Eight Trigrams Diagram to calculate and give orders.
If Senior Sister Zhang did not speak, the Trapping Immortal Sword would not come out.
But once she spoke, even if no flaws in Luo Sanxian were visible, Zheng Fa would act!
This was the best way to use the sword’s power—combined with the Innate Eight Trigrams’ deduction to achieve maximum results.
It was also the trust he and Senior Sister Zhang had built over the years. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
His spiritual power surged along the sword’s blade, and a joyful cheer came from the sword spirit in his mind, a childish voice full of thirst for killing.
The deduction power of the Innate Eight Trigrams.
The true immortal might of the Trapping Immortal Sword.
In Zheng Fa’s mouth, it formed one word:
“Slash!”
With the five dragons restrained, Luo Sanxian immediately sensed trouble in his heart. He was cautious by nature and intended to withdraw. Seeing Zheng Fa’s determined expression and the sword slash, he was terrified and hurriedly urged the war chariot to escape.
But he faced the Trapping Immortal Sword!
This sword was equal to a true immortal, naturally carrying spatial divine powers. Used to trap enemies, even a true immortal would be unable to escape within a few breaths—this was the “trap”!
Luo Sanxian felt as if an invisible barrier had formed between himself and Xuanyi Realm, unable to advance or retreat.
Zheng Fa wielding the Trapping Immortal Sword surged like a long rainbow, crossing hundreds of miles in an instant, slashing down at him, inescapable doom.
“Senior Brother Yun!”
At this moment, Luo Sanxian had no other choice but to shout loudly, as if calling for aid.
In the distance, a sea of clouds roared like wild waves, surging across the horizon toward them.
A gigantic shadow, reaching heaven and earth, appeared like a celestial emperor treading the void, breaking through the clouds.
“Stop.”
Before Yun True Immortal arrived, his voice was heard, lofty and lofty, drifting and uncertain, truly like the tone of a celestial emperor.
Zheng Fa looked up toward Yun True Immortal, smiling lightly as his sword light cut through the vast sky.
Luo Sanxian’s voice was full of panic: “Senior Brother Yun, save...”
The canopy collapsed, the chariot shattered, the cry for help cut off, Luo Sanxian vanished without a trace.
The distant sea of clouds hesitated slightly, as if unprepared, but in the next moment, the waves surged again, ten times more violently than before.
The originally white and golden clouds were now dyed black. The world dimmed, leaving only a clear shout:
“Bold indeed.”
