Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 569: “Murong Longcheng, the Pride of the Grasslands! Peerless Divine Arrows! Terrifying White Light, Magical Duel!”
About two hours passed. The terrifying, labored breathing that had filled the hall vanished. The sudden silence was almost frightening in its intensity. The grand hall was completely empty, except for a single figure standing there, his features indistinct.
Though called a “grand hall,” the opulent chamber was actually the entrance to an enormous cavern! The cavern was intimidatingly vast, and the chairs inside were enormous, as if made for giants. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
A normal person stepping inside would immediately feel small and insignificant, as though they had entered the realm of colossal gods and demons.
At that moment, a sound came from outside the hall.
A burly young man appeared, his eyes a dark golden hue, his muscles coiled and powerful. He stopped before the hall.
His thick brows and wide eyes gave him a commanding presence. His attire was unlike that of the Central Plains; it marked him as a member of a nomadic grassland tribe.
Strapped across his back was a massive bow, black and gleaming, the material unknown, yet somehow exuding a deadly aura. In addition to the bow, two short spears were slung across his back, sharp and designed for throwing.
Before entering the hall, the young man frowned slightly.
“Such a strong demonic aura... Could this be the burial place of the Shituo Kingdom’s rulers?” he murmured.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, “The three great rulers of the Shituo Kingdom, as well as the Lion Demon and the Elephant Demon, have already fallen. But the Golden-Winged Roc remains unaccounted for; it is very likely still alive. If this place belongs to the Lion Demon or the Elephant Demon, it can be contested. But if it’s the Golden-Winged Roc... you must leave immediately.”
The voice was cold, majestic, and unshakably powerful, resonant like a mountain.
The young man bowed slightly in respect. “Thank you for your guidance, senior.”
“Though the Golden-Winged Roc’s whereabouts are unknown, its weapon remains in the Shituo Kingdom. Whoever finds the weapon will inherit the demon immortal's inheritance. Do not miss the slightest clue.” The voice spoke again.
“Understood,” the young man replied solemnly.
He was a proud, untamed youth, like a soaring eagle; he was also the brightest star across the entire grassland. He was Murong Longcheng.
The last time, in the Jade Altar, he had been hunted by Li Yanchu and nearly killed. Fortunately, a powerful awakened will within him had allowed him to survive. That will had then guided him away, and ever since, Murong Longcheng had been secretly cultivating on the grasslands.
It wasn’t until the imperial advisor Zhao Guinong divined that the Shanhai Secret Realm might hold a great opportunity belonging to him that Murong Longcheng set out across a thousand li to reach it.
Now, his cultivation was only a single step away from the third realm. His primordial spirit was extraordinarily strong and imbued with Yang qi. The transformation of his Yin spirit into Yang was only a matter of time, as it was closely tied to the powerful will within him.
Following that will’s guidance, he arrived on the grasslands. In the perilous Deathwater Pool, he had slain a flood dragon. Afterwards, he used the flood dragon’s body to forge a powerful divine weapon.
To be precise, he refined it into a part of his own body. He intended to follow the path of the “living weapon”, making himself the strongest weapon of all.
Murong Longcheng, already a prodigy of the grasslands, had his cultivation skyrocketed further under the guidance of that powerful will. Even Wanyan Bao, the God of Death of the Golden Banner Court, could not clearly outmatch him! It should be noted that Wanyan Bao was the top cultivator of the Golden Banner Court, reputed to be invincible under the Yang Spirit.
Back when he traveled through the Kingdom of Qian, he had suppressed the young prodigies of that generation. It was only when a young Daoist intervened that he was finally matched.
Wanyan Bao then returned to the Golden Banner Court for years of intense cultivation and had reached the peak of the Yin Spirit realm, just half a step from the third realm. He was always on the verge of breaking through that final barrier to become a Yang Spirit expert!
A veteran like him was someone Murong Longcheng would never have been able to face before.
Even if their levels were similar, both at the advanced second realm, Murong Longcheng would still have been no match for Wanyan Bao. But after surviving this great trial and receiving guidance from that formidable will, Murong Longcheng was actually able to clash evenly with Wanyan Bao. For a time, his fame spread far and wide!
Before entering this grand hall, Murong Longcheng was full of confidence. Partly from his own powerful backing, and partly from the guidance of that extraordinary will within him.
He strode boldly into the hall, for the previous formation had already been broken by Prince Qing’s heir.
The entire journey had been smooth; he had sensed nothing particularly unusual. His expression was cold, face impassive, though he felt a strong aura emanating from the back of the hall. Immediately, Murong Longcheng soared toward it!
With the mighty will inside him, no matter how dangerous the situation, he could not die. Even the previously composed Murong Longcheng now felt a rush of daring recklessness.
Upon entering the massive hall, he was first stunned by the enormous furnishings. Then, his gaze fell upon the unfamiliar figure standing there. It was a handsome young man, dressed in embroidered clothing, radiating a natural aura of nobility.
Murong Longcheng’s eyes fixed on the white light that glowed from the young man’s hand. The aura of that white light sent a shiver through the heart.
But Murong Longcheng reacted immediately; this was undoubtedly the inheritance of a demon immortal! What else could emit such a powerful aura besides a demon immortal’s legacy?
Only, the object was shrouded in the white light, and he couldn’t make out what kind of weapon lay beneath it. Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Longcheng’s figure shot forward, and he flew straight toward the young man radiating natural nobility!
Whoosh!
As he surged forward, a sharp slicing sound cut through the air. A black line shot from his hand, flying straight at the young man. His bow and arrow had been crafted from the spine and sinews of the flood dragon, containing immense force capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone. Even Wanyan Bao, the top warrior of the Golden Banner Court, would have to retreat several paces when facing Murong Longcheng’s divine arrow!
Bang!
The young man in luxurious clothing waved the white light in his hand, directly shattering Murong Longcheng’s divine arrow. Murong Longcheng’s figure vanished in an instant, and he slammed a fist forward. With that, a coiling flood dragon spiraled along his arm and shot out toward the young man.
But the next second, the white light in the young man’s hand suddenly expanded, illuminating nearly half the cavern.
The sheer brilliance of the light forced Murong Longcheng to stagger backward. The power within him was suppressed, and his cultivation was obstructed.
“What... is happening?” Murong Longcheng’s heart sank.
He then drew his bow. This time, three arrows were released at once. The sharp arrows gleamed with black light, crossing paths as they shot toward the young man in luxurious clothing.
This unmatched divine arrow technique was indeed a rare martial skill on the grasslands, containing the immense energy of Murong Longcheng’s own qi.
The next second, the arrows reached the young man’s body and exploded on impact.
Boom!
A tremendous roar filled the cavern, but the young man remained completely unharmed, not a single hair out of place!
“Who... are you?” Murong Longcheng’s face darkened as he demanded coldly.
“Judging by your appearance, you must be Murong Longcheng of the Golden Banner Court. As for me, I’m a nobody. I’m Chen Ze, heir of Prince Qing’s mansion. Though... now, Prince Qing’s mansion no longer exists...” the heir of Prince Qing spoke slowly.
