amaotonovel Chapter 1414 So what if he's a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?
Chapter 1414 So what if he's a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?
Chapter 1414 So what if he's a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?
At the summit of Qingxu Sect's main peak, the cave dwelling, shrouded in layers of restrictions, remained silent for thirty years, like an ancient, unyielding rock.
The stone gate was tightly shut, its spiritual energy contained, isolating it from all outside noise and prying eyes. Since Qin Hao, along with Yuan Yao and Yan Li, stepped inside, the gate had never been opened again, and the figures of the two stunning concubines had also disappeared from the sight of the Qingxu Sect disciples.
Thirty years may not be a long time for cultivators, but for a sect with a shallow foundation and a precarious existence, it is a long and arduous ordeal.
"Could it be that Elder Zhang, fearing the wrath of Grandmaster Wei Wuyai, has already taken the two fairies and fled to another place to avoid disaster?"
Such rumors, like tenacious weeds, quietly sprouted and spread among the lower-ranking disciples. Panic, like a plague, eroded the very foundation of the Qingxu Sect. Men within the sect began to waver, and the number of those who slacked off in their cultivation increased daily. Even worse, some took advantage of missions to quietly escape and never return; others found various excuses to travel extensively, fearing that if Wei Wuyai attacked, they would become collateral damage. The Qingxu Sect, from top to bottom, began to show signs of desolation and decline.
Xuan Chengzi, the Core Formation cultivator in charge of the sect's affairs, gazed at the increasingly dilapidated mountain gate, his heart heavy with sorrow. With elites leaving and morale crumbling, the Qingxu Sect's centuries-old foundation was being slowly eroded by an invisible fear.
Left with no other choice, Xuan Chengzi braced himself and went to the main peak cave to request an audience.
Time passed in deathly silence, and Xuan Chengzi's heart sank to the bottom. Just when he was almost in despair, thinking that the cave was already deserted, a pale purple communication talisman, like a butterfly, pierced through layers of restrictions and gently landed in his palm.
As divine sense probed in, Yuan Yao's clear voice, cool yet with a hint of reassurance, rang out: "Rest assured, Master is still in seclusion. Master will take care of the Qingxu Sect's affairs; please do not disturb him further."
Those few words, like a stabilizing force, barely calmed Xuan Chengzi's nearly collapsed mind. He immediately used the talisman to announce to the entire sect that Elder Qin was still alive! The rumors subsided, and the restlessness calmed down somewhat.
However, this was ultimately a case of drinking poison to quench thirst. The panic was not eradicated, but merely forcibly suppressed. The fleeing disciples did not return, and the Qingxu Sect was like a frightened bird, its vitality already severely damaged.
The crisis facing Qingxu Sect is far more complex than the unrest within the sect itself. The six sects of Yue Kingdom, after the invasion of the demonic path and the loss of their homeland, fled in panic to Beiliang Kingdom, where they lived under the protection of others and depended on the Nine Kingdoms Alliance for survival.
The other five factions' leaders, led by Fairy Ni Chang of the Hidden Moon Sect, were already deeply worried and unable to eat or sleep. The spiritual vein of the Northern Liang Kingdom where they resided was a temporary residence allocated by the Nine Kingdoms Alliance. As the leader of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, Wei Wuyai wielded immense power, and his word could decide their life or death.
If the Qingxu Sect incident thoroughly angers this great cultivator, a single expulsion order would instantly turn the five sects into stray dogs, wandering the wilderness. Finding a place where all six sects could live together, with sufficient spiritual veins to sustain them, would not only require a massive expenditure of resources but also countless lives, and might even trigger a bloody struggle with other forces.
The Fairy of Rainbow Robes convened secret meetings with the Nascent Soul cultivators of the five sects several times. The leaders of the Yellow Maple Valley, the Blade Transformation Valley, and the Heavenly Palace Fortress all frowned and looked solemn. They were deeply afraid of Wei Wuyai's terrifying power, and they were also wary of Qin Hao's splendid record of defeating the Nascent Soul cultivator "Fire Dragon Child" of the Ancient Sword Sect in three moves.
After weighing the pros and cons several times, the five factions reached a tacit consensus: to unite for self-preservation and isolate Qingxu Sect! They tacitly reduced all public interactions with Qingxu Sect, and communication between their disciples was almost completely cut off. In the various affairs and resource allocation of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, they intentionally or unintentionally excluded Qingxu Sect.
Xuan Chengzi repeatedly tried to meet with Fairy Ni Chang and Ancestor Linghu, seeking a sliver of alliance or support, but all he received were polite evasions, distant glances, and veiled warnings. Qingxu Sect, like a lone boat in a raging sea, had been utterly abandoned by its former allies, struggling alone amidst the turbulent waves.
Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Whether it was the disciples of Qingxu Sect who lived in constant fear, or the cultivators of the other five sects who watched coldly or even secretly rejoiced, or even the cultivation forces of Beiliang Kingdom and neighboring countries, everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the inevitable thunderous blow.
However, to everyone's astonishment, for a full thirty years, Wei Wuyai vanished without a trace, like a stone thrown into the sea! There was no angry declaration, no probing pressure, and no earth-shattering force to storm the Qingxu Sect's mountain gate.
This eerie and prolonged calm was beyond everyone's comprehension, and instead allowed panic to fester, giving rise to more absurd and bizarre rumors.
The most widely circulated story is that Wei Wuyai is currently in seclusion in the secret realm of the Huayi Sect, cultivating a terrifyingly poisonous technique obtained from an ancient relic. This technique is incredibly powerful, enough to sweep away those of the same level, but the cultivation process is extremely dangerous. The slightest carelessness will result in the poison burning the body and destroying both body and soul. Therefore, Alliance Leader Wei has no time to spare for anything else.
Another secret source revealed even more chilling news: Wei Wuyai, in his quest to find the main ingredient of one of the legendary Ten Deadly Poisons, ventured deep into the outer seas, encountered a spatial storm, and tragically perished.
There are even rumors that Alliance Leader Wei is as magnanimous as the sea, considering the petty squabbles between the younger generation as child's play and not worth mentioning, and has already let the matter go without pursuing it.
These rumors spread like wildfire among low-level cultivators, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
However, most high-level cultivators, especially those in the Nascent Soul stage, scoff at this and disdain it.
A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is someone who stands at the very top of the pyramid of the cultivation world in the southern region. They possess great supernatural powers, boundless magical strength, and countless ways to protect themselves. How could they possibly perish so easily in the outer sea?
As for the claim of being magnanimous, that's utter nonsense. In the cultivation world, it's a dog-eat-dog world, and disputes over face are often related to the stability of one's Dao heart and the prestige of one's sect. Wei Wuyai is a man of such status; how could he let it go when his direct descendant was publicly humiliated?
His silence must have a deeper, unknown reason. Perhaps he has reached a critical juncture in his cultivation, or perhaps he is brewing a more meticulous and deadly plan.
However, this suffocating calm that lasted for thirty years did allow the Qingxu Sect, which had been under immense tension, to unconsciously and cautiously breathe a sigh of relief.
Xuan Chengzi even began to pray secretly, perhaps... perhaps this huge storm could really be quelled?
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Just as this sliver of hope, like a soap bubble, quietly rose to the surface, and the tense nerves of the Qingxu Sect barely relaxed, thinking they could finally catch their breath—
A streak of dark green light suddenly descended upon the main peak of Qingxu Sect without warning!
As the light dissipated, a young cultivator appeared, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with a sinister face and eyes as venomous as a snake. He was none other than Wei Lichen, the young master of the Huayi Sect and the most valued direct descendant of Wei Wuyai!
He hovered in mid-air, looking down with undisguised contempt and deep-seated hatred, sweeping his gaze over the Qingxu Sect's high-ranking members and terrified disciples below, who were on high alert. He didn't descend, nor did he bother to speak with Xuan Chengzi and the others; he simply raised his hand and flicked his finger!
A letter, shimmering with an eerie green light, pierced the air with a piercing sound and "whoosh," deeply embedding itself in the hardest jade slab in the center of the main peak plaza, all the way to the handle!
"Three days from now, at the border of the Mulan Grassland, we shall settle this score!"
In an instant, the entire main peak plaza of Qingxu Sect fell into a deathly silence! The air seemed to freeze. The next second, boundless panic erupted like a tsunami, instantly engulfing everyone! The disciples were pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Some with lower cultivation levels even collapsed to the ground under the pressure that penetrated their very souls.
Xuan Chengzi felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, his vision blurred, and his hands and feet became icy cold. What was bound to happen had finally arrived!
And it came so suddenly! Wei Wuyai! This name, which had been like a nightmare weighing on the hearts of the Qingxu Sect for thirty years, finally turned into a tangible declaration of war, like a sword hanging overhead, announcing the final countdown to the fate of the Qingxu Sect!
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Just then, an arrogant voice, like a thunderclap from the heavens, suddenly resounded atop the main peak.
"Go back and tell Fellow Daoist Wei—I, Zhang, have accepted the challenge!"
All the disciples suddenly looked up, their gazes fixed on the cave dwelling atop the main peak that had been sealed for thirty years! Wei Lichen's sinister, smug, and triumphant expression froze instantly. His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently in the direction of the cave dwelling. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by a deeper resentment.
He let out a heavy snort, but didn't say a word. He transformed into an even more dazzling dark green streak of light and sped away at an even faster speed than when he arrived, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, deep within the cave.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li stood side by side, their beautiful faces filled with undisguised tension and deep worry. Their gazes were fixed on the heavy stone door that had isolated them from the outside world for thirty years, as if they wanted to see through it.
"Junior Sister." Yanli's voice trembled slightly, and she instinctively grabbed Yuan Yao's arm, her nails digging slightly. "Do you think Master will be able to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage during this seclusion?"
Although she hadn't personally witnessed the terror of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the sheer power of the Twin Saints of the Chaotic Star Sea, who had dominated the sea for over a thousand years simply by virtue of their names, was enough to glimpse the tip of the iceberg of their might. They were truly beings standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world!
Yuan Yao frowned slightly and shook her head gently. Her divine sense was far stronger than Yan Li's, and her perception was also more acute: "Master's seclusion this time... should be to cultivate some kind of extremely powerful divine power technique. There is no sign of him breaking through."
Upon reaching the Nascent Soul stage, each breakthrough to a minor realm will stir up the primordial energy of heaven and earth. Although it won't cause the heavens and earth to change color like when advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, it will never happen silently.
"If that's the case... then this is troublesome..." Yanli's heart sank.
A lazy yawn broke the heavy atmosphere between the two women.
On a nearby stone bench, a small, snow-white fox with only a silver hair at the tip of its tail slowly opened its sleepy eyes, stretched, and spoke in a human voice, with a hint of nonchalance: "Don't worry, with Fellow Daoist Zhang's current cultivation level, even if you are no match for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, escaping won't be difficult. Moreover, Fellow Daoist Zhang knows that you are about to face a powerful enemy, yet you still choose to go into seclusion. You must be cultivating a very powerful divine ability, which might make the great cultivator hesitate to act rashly."
Yanli opened her mouth, as if to say something more, when suddenly—
Rumble…!
A deep, heavy scraping sound broke the thirty-year silence within the cave! The heavy stone door, sealed for so long, slowly opened from the inside out!
A burly, imposing figure appeared in Yuan Yao and Yan Li's sight amidst the faint spiritual light emanating from behind the door. His body was as imposing as a mountain, his muscles bulging, a pale golden luster flowing beneath his skin, and his eyes sharp as lightning—it was Qin Hao, who had been in seclusion for thirty years!
"Master!" Yuan Yao and Yan Li exclaimed at the same time, filled with great joy and relief, and rushed forward like swallows returning to their nests.
Qin Hao's lips curled into a wicked smile. With a swift movement, he pulled the two stunning beauties into his arms, one on each side. His arms were like iron hoops, radiating explosive power. He looked down at the two women in his arms and chuckled, "What? Judging from your tone, you seem to lack confidence in me? Hmm? It seems you've grown quite bold in the past thirty years. Shouldn't you give me a proper 'punishment'?"
Yanli felt the reassuring aura and burning body temperature emanating from Qin Hao, and her pretty face instantly flushed red. She symbolically twisted her body and then obediently nestled in his arms, letting his restless hands gently caress her waist.
Yuan Yao, with her thin skin, was now blushing deeply. She buried her head in Qin Hao's broad chest, like a frightened ostrich, and dared not look him in the eye.
"Hmph, shameless!" Silver Moon couldn't bear to watch this erotic scene any longer. She snorted coldly, leaped off the stone bench, and transformed into a streak of silver light. Without looking back, she darted into another stone chamber to continue her "second nap."
Once the annoying "third wheel" Yin Yue disappeared, Qin Hao chuckled and, with a slight effort, lifted Yuan Yao and Yan Li by their soft, slender waists, one in each hand, as if carrying two weightless feathers. He strode forward and headed straight for the magnificent stone chamber where they would sleep.
"Master..." Yanli leaned on Qin Hao's shoulder, her breath sweet as orchids, and said softly with worry, "In three days... you will be fighting Wei Wuyai. Why don't you... why don't you rest well today and conserve your energy?"
"Hmph!" Qin Hao continued walking, letting out a cold snort filled with disdain and powerful confidence: "A mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! After thirty years of arduous cultivation, my Heaven-Supporting Demon Art has reached its peak, and I have also comprehended supreme divine abilities. What is there to fear!"
Thirty years of solitary cultivation had exhausted the rare elixirs he had obtained from the secret treasure trove of the Barbarian Beard, refined all the inner cores of the Ice Snow Toad, and further validated and fused with the essence of the top-level body-refining holy method of the demon race recorded on the Brahma Saint True Scroll obtained from the Suanni King Beast.
With the help of the AI's almost heaven-defying deductive ability, Qin Hao not only successfully pushed the Heaven-Supporting Demon Art to the peak of the third level, achieving a perfected and indestructible golden body, but also comprehended a new divine power of unparalleled strength on this basis—the Nirvana True Body!
Although the "Nirvana True Body" cannot reach the terrifying power of the legendary "Nirvana Golden Body" due to the lack of the top-level Buddhist body-refining technique "Ming Wang Jue", it is still enough to allow Qin Hao to unleash a terrifying physical strength comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in a short period of time!
Add to that the Asura Sacred Flame, which can burn anything! Qin Hao was absolutely confident that, at the cost of serious injury, he could definitely destroy Wei Wuyai's physical body.
"Master... are you telling the truth?" Yanli's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Is it really true..." Qin Hao kicked open the stone door of the dormitory, threw the two girls onto the soft jade bed, his tall body looming over them with an oppressive pressure, and his wicked smile deepened.
"...You'll find out soon enough."
"Ah! Master..." Yanli's exclamation was cut off, turning into a soft, delicate cry that mingled with Yuan Yao's suppressed breathing and disappeared into the layers of restrictions.
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Three days later, at the border of the Mulan Grassland.
This place, which was originally a desolate and vast Gobi Desert, is now bustling with activity and sparkling with inspiration.
The sky and ground within a radius of hundreds of miles were already filled with countless streaks of light and various flying magical artifacts. A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator personally engaging in combat was a momentous event that would shake the entire cultivation world of Tiannan!
Countless cultivators, drawn by the news, traveled across mountains and rivers to witness this once-in-a-century duel. Among them were Nascent Soul stage experts from the Righteous Path Alliance, the Heavenly Path Alliance, and even the Demonic Path forces, each occupying their own territory, their gazes fixed intently on the sky.
However, amidst this bustling and noisy ocean, the flying magical artifact carrying the Qingxu Sect Leader Xuan Chengzi and his junior sister, Abbess Jingyun, was like a small boat adrift in a raging storm. Both were pale, restless, and their palms were covered in cold sweat.
Unlike the surrounding cultivators who were merely watching the spectacle, or even hoping to see Qin Hao crushed, their hearts were already in their throats. The Qingxu Sect had finally found a guest elder, Qin Hao, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, on the verge of annihilation, hoping for a chance for revival. Who would have thought they would provoke such a terrifying being as Wei Wuyai! If Qin Hao were to fall, or even perish on the spot… Xuan Chengzi dared not imagine what the Qingxu Sect, having lost its last reliance, would be torn apart by those covetous forces.
Thinking of this, Xuan Chengzi subconsciously glared at the beautiful and aloof white-clad female cultivator, Nangong Wan, in the Yanyue Sect camp not far away, with a hint of resentment and helplessness.
It all started with this woman! If Wei Lichen hadn't heard that Nangong Wan had been defeated by Qin Hao in three moves, and hadn't come to challenge Qin Hao to win a smile from the beauty, only to be easily defeated by Qin Hao's concubine Yuan Yao, losing face so badly, how could he have alarmed the great god Wei Wuyai?
Wei Lichen, as Wei Wuyai's most valued junior, possessed exceptional talent and had grown up under Wei Wuyai's wing since childhood, enjoying a smooth and successful life. How could he have ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace? Moreover, the one who defeated him was merely one of Qin Hao's concubines!
For thirty years, his cultivation had regressed instead of progressed, and he was plagued by inner demons. Wei Wuyai saw this and, having no other choice, agreed to step in for him and help him regain his lost face.
In fact, Nangong Wan herself loathed Wei Lichen, who swarmed around her like a fly, trying to curry favor, and had never given him a kind look. However, her senior sister, Fairy Ni Chang, out of fear of the Huayi Sect and Wei Wuyai, as well as her desire to curry favor, had been secretly giving her signals, telling her to be patient.
Out of consideration for her senior sister and the pressure from the sect, Nangong Wan could only suppress her disgust and turn a blind eye to Wei Lichen's entanglement.
Just then, a streak of dark green light pierced the southern sky, approaching rapidly from afar! It was Qin Hao piloting his flying magic weapon—the Ink Dragon Boat! At the bow, Qin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his imposing figure like a javelin, radiating a soaring battle intent!
Almost the instant the Mo Longzhou appeared, Nangong Wan could no longer suppress her guilt and complex emotions. She transformed into a white streak and took the initiative to meet it, blocking the way in front of the Mo Longzhou.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang! I never imagined things would turn out this way..."
Qin Hao's gaze swept over the countless onlookers below, their expressions varied, some even gloating. He waved his hand and let out a hearty laugh that reverberated throughout the area, exuding an air of heroic pride: "Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Nangong, there's no need to blame yourself. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to become famous throughout the south today!"
His voice was loud and clear, carrying far and wide, full of powerful confidence and fearless charisma.
"Arrogant and ignorant!" A sharp shout filled with jealousy and anger suddenly rang out. Wei Lichen saw that Nangong Wan, whom he had been pursuing relentlessly, was actually taking the initiative to greet Qin Hao, and her words seemed to show quite affection. He was instantly consumed by jealousy and almost gritted his teeth.
From the crowd of cultivators watching the spectacle below, bursts of undisguised mockery and ridicule instantly erupted:
"Who is this person? How dare he be so arrogant! He doesn't even put a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in his eyes?"
"Hmph, a frog in a well, only seeing the sky from the bottom of a well! A mere mid-Nascent Soul cultivator dares to spout such arrogant words in front of a great cultivator? When Senior Wei makes his move later, he'll see what true arrogance is!"
"Exactly! No matter how strong a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is, they are still just a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! Facing a true great cultivator, they are nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
Just as this noisy clamor, filled with doubt and ridicule, reached its peak, a peaceful, mellow, yet seemingly imbued with boundless authority, hearty laughter drifted from the northern horizon, easily drowning out all the commotion:
"Haha! Good! Well said, 'Famous throughout the South'! It has been over a hundred years since I have truly fought anyone. It is rare to see a young cultivator as confident in his own strength as you! Not bad, not bad! Today, I will see for myself what extraordinary abilities this rising star of the South possesses!"
The voice wasn't particularly loud, yet it seemed to ring in everyone's ears, crystal clear, carrying a sense of complete control.
Everyone was shocked and looked in the direction of the sound, which immediately caused an even bigger commotion!
Suddenly, a figure appeared silently in the void less than a hundred feet in front of Qin Hao's dragon boat! This person wore a simple green robe, had a thin face, three long wisps of beard flowing down his chest, and a gentle and peaceful gaze, yet it seemed to contain a profound wisdom that saw through everything. He was none other than Wei Wuyai, one of the three great cultivators of the Tiannan cultivation world and the leader of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance!
He seemed to have always been standing there, like an ancient mountain. None of the many Nascent Soul cultivators present noticed when or how he appeared! This elusive and unpredictable cultivation level instantly silenced all doubts, plunging the scene into a deathly silence of awe.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, please!" Facing this legendary great cultivator, Qin Hao showed no fear, but his eyes burned with fierce battle intent. He lightly touched the black dragon boat with his feet, and like an arrow released from a bow, he transformed into a golden ray, soaring into the sky and instantly leaping a thousand meters into the air, standing firmly on the clouds.
The fierce wind whipped at his dark robes, making his figure appear even more imposing and steadfast.
Wei Wuyai stroked his long beard, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, and nodded slightly: "Young people have drive and vigor, good, very good!"
Before he finished speaking, a flash of green light appeared around him, and he transformed into a highly refined emerald light. He rose from the ground and appeared opposite Qin Hao in an instant. The two were only a few dozen feet apart, facing each other in mid-air!
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A chilling aura permeated the heavens and earth. Countless cultivators below held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two figures high in the sky. Their Nascent Soul level divine senses were already intertwined and colliding, probing for any trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.
"Hurry!" Qin Hao made the first move, letting out a low shout. A blinding golden light shot out from his sleeve, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the void, heading straight for Wei Wuyai's face! It was his signature magic weapon—the Sky-Splitting Armor-Piercing Blade!
Faced with this fierce attack that was enough to threaten an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Wei Wuyai remained calm and simply raised his right hand with his five fingers spread wide.
In an instant, a thick, viscous, ghastly green poisonous mist, emitting a nauseating, sweet-smelling odor, appeared out of thin air in front of his palm! This poisonous mist was extremely strange; as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air emitted a "sizzling" corrosive sound!
laugh--!
The golden light transformed from the Sky-Splitting Armor-Piercing Blade plunged into the ghastly green poisonous mist. The expected metallic clang did not occur; instead, a grating, tooth-grinding "sizzle" sound, like strong acid corroding metal, filled the air! The once radiant, spiritually potent Sky-Splitting Armor-Piercing Blade trembled violently within the poisonous mist, its surface shimmering with a visibly diminished brilliance, its spiritual essence severely damaged!
Qin Hao frowned slightly, and with a thought, forcibly recalled the Sky-Splitting Armor-Piercing Blade. Seeing the wisps of ghastly green poison clinging to the blade, relentlessly eroding the magic weapon's essence, he coldly snorted and stored it in his storage bracelet. Wei Wuyai's poison skills were indeed legendary; his erosion of the magic weapon's spirit was so domineering!
"Young friend, your magic weapon is indeed powerful, but I'm afraid it won't last long against my 'Spirit-Corroding and Bone-Corroding Poison'." Wei Wuyai said calmly, as if stating a fact.
"Is that so?" Qin Hao's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then let's try this!"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a golden, thin, book-shaped treasure that seemed to be woven from countless mysterious runes. It flew out and hovered above his head. It was the Myriad Runes Treasure Talisman that he had obtained from the Star Palace's secret treasury and improved with countless efforts!
"I command!" Qin Hao shouted, his hands forming a hand seal.
Om-!
The Myriad Talismans Treasure Book moved without wind, its pages rustling and turning! In an instant, it burst forth with golden light! Countless illusory talismans of various shapes, each radiating terrifying spiritual energy, surged forth from the pages like a flood bursting its banks, or a golden rainstorm, pouring down upon Wei Wuyai!
Golden Spear Talisman! Blazing Sky-Burning Talisman... all high-level talismans! Each one is enough to make a Core Formation cultivator feel the pinch, and each one contains terrifying power that can threaten a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages!
"My God!"
"This...how is this possible?!"
"High-level talismans! All of them are high-level talismans! Does he...do he think these are as common as cabbages?!"
"This is insane! Absolutely insane! How many spirit stones and how much effort must have been wasted?"
"..."
The cultivators watching below were completely stunned! Exclamations and gasps of astonishment rose and fell, merging into a massive wave of sound! The sight of talismans raining down and being used like dirt completely overturned their understanding of magical combat!
In just a breath or two, Qin Hao activated at least a dozen high-level talismans! This extremely extravagant fighting style was unheard of and unseen before!
However, while the cultivators were amazed, they did not believe that some high-level talismans alone could pose a threat to Wei Wuyai.
really--
Faced with this torrent of talismans powerful enough to obliterate several early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, Wei Wuyai merely raised his eyelids slightly, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. He didn't even use his own poison techniques, simply flicking his sleeve lightly.
Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two streaks of light flew out from his sleeves. One transformed into a massive, ancient bronze shield covered with tortoise-shell patterns, spinning rapidly in front of him; the other transformed into a giant, fiery bird, entirely crimson and shaped like a Vermilion Bird, which let out a clear cry and, carrying the intense heat of burning mountains and boiling seas, actively pounced on the torrent of talismans!
Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Deafening explosions rang out incessantly! Violent spiritual energy turbulence raged in the sky, forming a destructive energy storm that churned the sky in that area, causing the clouds to change color!
However, under the seemingly ancient yet indestructible defense of the bronze giant shield, and the raging flames of the crimson firebird that could incinerate everything, this powerful talisman attack was actually intercepted and completely neutralized! Although the light of the two ancient treasures also dimmed considerably, Wei Wuyai himself was not even disturbed!
"The way of talismans is ultimately a minor path." Wei Wuyai's voice remained calm, yet carried a hint of barely perceptible arrogance.
"A minor trick? Then let's try this!" Qin Hao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he no longer held back! He took a deep breath, and the blood and qi in his body erupted like a dormant volcano!
Om-!
A savage and domineering aura surged from Qin Hao's body! His muscles bulged violently, and his skin instantly turned a pure, dazzling dark gold! Mysterious and complex golden runes flowed across his body, making him appear as if he had been cast from molten gold! His figure grew more than three zhang taller, transforming into a towering golden demon god radiating boundless pressure!
"Roar!" Qin Hao let out a deep roar that sounded inhuman, and stomped his feet hard in the void! Boom! The air seemed to ripple as he stepped on it! He transformed into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the sky, abandoning all fancy spells and magic weapons, and pounced directly on Wei Wuyai in the most primitive and ferocious way, engaging in close combat!
Fists! Palms! Elbows! Knees! Every part of his body transformed into the most terrifying weapons! Each strike contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split the earth, to destroy the vacuum of space! Golden fist shadows and palm prints enveloped Wei Wuyai like a storm!
A hint of seriousness finally flashed in Wei Wuyai's eyes. His figure moved swiftly, like a ghost, dodging and weaving within the small space. His hands flashed with green light, poisonous mist swirling within them, as he struck and parried Qin Hao's golden fists and palms. Each collision produced a muffled, drum-like roar, causing the blood and qi of the cultivators below to surge!
Chi Chi Chi -!
Wei Wuyai's poison skills were indeed domineering and unparalleled! The pale green poison gas contained a terrifying corrosive power. Even though Qin Hao's golden body was extremely sturdy, when it was struck by his poisonous palm or touched by the poison gas, the dazzling golden light would melt away like ice and snow, leaving behind a few cracks that revealed the slightly dull skin underneath.
However, what made Wei Wuyai and all the spectators' pupils shrink was!
The golden gaps created by the poison gas were visibly moving, healing, and being covered again with even more dazzling golden runes!
The powerful regenerative ability of the third peak level of the Heavenly Demon Art, combined with the enhancement of life essence brought by the Brahma Saint True Body Refining Holy Method, gave Qin Hao's golden body an extraordinary self-healing ability! The speed of poison gas erosion could not even keep up with the speed of golden light repair!
In an instant, golden demonic shadows crisscrossed, and poisonous mist and green light swirled eerily! The two fought at lightning speed high in the sky, their figures flashing and dazzling. The shockwaves from the terrifying collision of their physical strength spread outwards like tangible ripples, completely tearing apart the clouds above! Below, the swirling winds carved deep, bottomless trenches into the Gobi Desert! It was a stalemate, a stalemate where neither side could gain the upper hand!
"My God! He actually... he really blocked it?"
"His physical body withstood Senior Wei's poisonous palm? This... Zhang Tie of the Qingxu Sect, his physical body is actually this strong?"
"Unbelievable! A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator can withstand a late-stage Grandmaster in close combat without being at a disadvantage? Am I dreaming?"
"..."
The cultivators watching below, especially those at the Nascent Soul stage, were completely dumbfounded and their minds were shaken! The scene before them had utterly overturned their understanding!
How could a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator possibly fight a powerful cultivator like Wei Wuyai to this extent using only his physical strength? From this day forward, Zhang Tie of the Qingxu Sect will truly resound throughout the entire southern region!
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Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, the gentle and peaceful look in Wei Wuyai's eyes gradually faded, replaced by the majesty and killing intent of a top expert! He was a dignified late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator; if he were forced to a draw by a mid-stage cultivator, what face would he have left?
"Good! What a fine dual cultivation of body and spirit! No wonder you have such confidence!" Wei Wuyai's voice turned cold, and he gracefully retreated a hundred feet, creating distance between himself and Qin Hao. He quickly formed an extremely ancient and ominous hand seal in front of his chest, chanting incantations.
In an instant, the world changed color! Centered on Wei Wuyai, an aura of deathly stillness, decay, and annihilation that made one's soul tremble spread out! The space around him seemed to be stained with a deep gray!
Wisps of eerie mist, almost pitch black in color and exuding a stench like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, seemed to possess life, seeping and gathering from his fingertips, seven orifices, and even the pores of his entire body! Wherever this black mist passed, even the air hissed and groaned, as if the space itself was being slowly corroded and dissolved!
"The Ten Deadly Poisons... Viper Poison!"
Below, a seasoned Nascent Soul cultivator with extensive knowledge cried out in alarm, his voice filled with boundless fear! This was Wei Wuyai's trump card, a legendary, deadly poison that, in the slightest touch, could corrode the Nascent Soul, defile the Primordial Spirit, and sever life!
Qin Hao's pupils also contracted sharply, but instead of retreating, he advanced.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, why don't you try my flames too!"
Qin Hao's icy voice rang out. Instead, he formed a strange hand seal, his golden light slightly receding, and then he opened his mouth and spat out a breath!
A ball of flame, no bigger than a fist, dark red in color, but with a deep, icy blue center, appeared silently, as if it could burn the soul!
The moment the flame appeared, the surrounding air distorted slightly, and a terrifying aura of destruction and the end of all things spread out! It was the Asura Sacred Flame that could burn everything!
Although he was unsure of the exact power of the strange flame in Qin Hao's hand, Wei Wuyai, as a great cultivator, possessed incredibly sharp spiritual senses. The moment the Asura Sacred Flame appeared, alarm bells rang in his mind, and an unprecedented sense of deadly crisis suddenly descended upon him!
He could clearly feel the chilling, undisguised, and intense killing intent emanating from Qin Hao! This was no mere sparring; the other party was truly prepared to fight to the death, even at the cost of mutual destruction, in order to severely injure or even destroy him with this strange flame!
In a flash, Wei Wuyai made a decision.
"stop!"
A low shout containing immense magical power rang out, like a thunderclap, instantly calming the raging energy.
The concentrated, pitch-black poison gas and the deep, icy blue flame both froze in mid-air almost simultaneously before slowly receding.
The green mist completely dissipated, revealing the figures of the two people inside.
Wei Wuyai remained standing in the same spot, his green robe undamaged, but his gaze towards Qin Hao was filled with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension. His gaze lingered for a moment, especially on the Asura Sacred Flame in front of Qin Hao, which had not yet fully receded.
The golden light surrounding Qin Hao slowly subsided, and his face paled slightly. Clearly, simultaneously activating the Heaven-Supporting Demon Art and the Asura Sacred Flame had taken a heavy toll on him. However, his eyes remained sharp as he met Wei Wuyai's gaze without flinching.
The entire venue fell silent; everyone held their breath, awaiting the final result.
Wei Wuyai's gaze swept over the countless tense eyes below, finally settling on Qin Hao again. He stroked his long beard, a complex smile appearing on his face, and his voice clearly carried throughout the surrounding area:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang possesses extraordinary abilities, especially your body-refining technique and this spiritual fire, which have truly broadened my horizons. Let's end today's battle here. You and I... are evenly matched, with no clear winner."
Tie!
Wei Wuyai himself admitted that he fought to a draw with Zhang Tie, who was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage!
At this moment, the entire border of the Mulan Grassland fell into a deathly silence. You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's expressions froze, filled with endless shock, disbelief, and profound horror!