If Ling Han didn’t die, his achievements would definitely surpass the ancients and amaze the contemporaries!
Ling Han smiled calmly, and said, “Junior Brother Wu, are you still not going to admit defeat?”
Wu Zhe’s expression was livid, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
Wasn’t this utterly humiliating?
He was one of the six kings, so who didn’t give him some face? However, this person who had just entered the sect was acting aggressive and overbearing. Was this really a smart choice?
“Han Lin, you’ve gone too far!” Wu Zhe said through gritted teeth.
Although he still had some trump cards, his mind went numb whenever he thought about his opponent’s incredible physique. Could his trump cards really contain his opponent? In any case, this was only a sparring match, and some of his trump cards were consumables—they would be gone once he used them. Thus, he wasn’t willing to use them, either.
That being the case, he hoped that Ling Han would relent after a while and not take things too far.
“Call me senior brother, and I’ll naturally go easier on you,” Ling Han said calmly. Wu Zhe had used shady tactics against the Rain Emperor, so how could Ling Han let him off the hook easily?
There was a dark look in Wu Zhe’s eyes, and his fists were also clenched tightly. He would never admit defeat.
“You really think you can win?” He channeled a forbidden technique, and a strange pattern appeared on his forehead. It radiated with a dim and eerie glow.
“What’s that?!”
The spectators were all astonished and frightened.
They had merely glanced at the pattern, yet it felt as if their minds had been slashed by a sword. This made them feel extremely uncomfortable.
“That… That’s the Extreme Nightmare Technique!” someone shouted in astonishment. “Heavens! Senior Brother Wu actually mastered that ancient technique!”
Everyone hurriedly asked the person what this technique was. Only then did he reveal that this was one of the most profound cultivation techniques of the Majestic Heaven Sect. However, it was incredibly difficult to cultivate, and there was no record of anyone being able to successfully master it. To their surprise, however, Wu Zhe was actually using this technique.
Wu Zhe’s aura changed noticeably, and a dark air rose from his body. It was as if he had transformed into Night-gaunt, one that would bring boundless nightmares to its victims.
Ling Han was completely unfazed. Both his physique and his divine sense had broken through the limit of the Mountain River Tier, so what did he need to worry about? He stood in an undefeatable position, and the only unknown was the method by which he would achieve victory.
‘Let’s see what he’s got.’ He was extremely interested in this cultivation technique as it caused a hint of fear to grip at his heart.
“You’ll regret this!” Wu Zhe said coldly. He made a punching motion toward Ling Han, and countless streaks of dark light surged from his fist.
He had suffered once already, so he didn’t dare engage in unarmed combat with Ling Han again. Instead, he reverted to cultivators’ traditional tactics—he increased his distance from the opponent to battle using martial arts techniques.
Ling Han swung his fists in defense.
Pu, pu, pu!
The streaks of dark light struck his fist, and they surprisingly left several patches of blood marks.
‘So powerful!’
Ling Han was astonished. One had to realize that the toughness of his physique was already on par with Level Five Godly metal. In other words, it was equivalent to the full power defense of a cultivator at the low extreme of the Sun Moon Tier. Even so, Wu Zhe’s attack had still left several blood marks on his fists. This was proof of just how terrifying the streaks of dark light were.
Meanwhile, Wu Zhe almost fainted in shock.
In reality, his cultivation level was too low for him to channel the Extreme Nightmare Technique. He was indeed able to channel it now, yet this came at the price of him not being able to use Origin Power for an entire three months after this!
He had paid such a heavy price, so the streaks of dark light that he had unleashed were naturally terrifying to the extreme. However, they merely left a few blood marks on Ling Han’s fists? How could he accept this?!
He wanted to vomit a large mouthful of blood!
“It’s fairly powerful, but it’s still not enough!” Ling Han laughed loudly as he manipulated his Divine Demon Sword and launched a flurry of attacks that completely suppressed Wu Zhe.
Chapter 1157 - A New Age
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ling Han continued his frenzied attack on Wu Zhe. He was hellbent on defeating him and making him open his mouth to admit defeat. He owed this to the Rain Emperor.
However, he had to admit that seeds were indeed supreme prodigies. Wu Zhe was a king tier among the seeds, so he was naturally incredibly powerful.
Ling Han had cultivated each major tier to a state of perfection, but he wasn’t the only person in the world who had achieved this.
At least, Wu Zhe was also a prodigy who had achieved this.
If Ling Han hadn’t formed five Mountains and Rivers, he would have been a mere sandbag before Wu Zhe, regardless of how prodigious he was. Now, however, there was no significant difference in strength between them.
However, Ling Han possessed a physique that made him truly invincible against those at the same cultivation level as him. This was a massive advantage, and it allowed him to attack with more freedom and less worry. In other words, he could place more of his focus and energy into attacking.
On the other, Wu Zhe was indeed able to “wound” Ling Han after activating a secret technique, yet he definitely wouldn’t be able to maintain this level of offense.
The two of them exchanged blows, and both of them shed blood.
“Heavens! Mountain River Tier cultivators can actually become this powerful!”
“Compared to them, it’s as if I’m a weak cultivator who still hasn’t reached the Mountain River Tier yet!”
“I definitely have to form five Mountains and Rivers!”
Everyone clasped their heads and exclaimed in shock. Meanwhile, many people decided that they wouldn’t break through to the Sun Moon Tier unless they formed five Mountains and Rivers. This had a significant influence on the Majestic Heaven Sect, as some time in the future, several people from this cohort did indeed manage to form five Mountains and Rivers. However, many more people remained stuck at the Mountain River Tier for life, not even being able to reach the Sun Moon Tier.
After all, forming five Mountains and Rivers was tremendously difficult, even for seed-level prodigies.
Ling Han roared ferociously as he unleashed his own Sword Dao. Not only was the combination of the Fast Technique and the Sword of the Great Dao quick, but it also possessed a devastating destructive ability.
This was his own dao, and he had named it the “Lightning Sword Technique”.
He had chosen the word lightning as it represented the fastest speed in the world. In addition, the might of lightning was also extremely terrifying. This was analogous to his own dao.
Moreover, just like how the Rain Emperor’s Son of Heaven Fist Technique would evolve along with the elevation of his cultivation level, the might of the Lightning Sword Technique would also increase along with the elevation of Ling Han’s cultivation level.
This was because the Lightning Sword Technique wasn’t a fixed technique. Rather, it was a type of Intent Realm and a technique that displayed one’s comprehension of the great dao.
Shua, shua, shua!
It was as if Ling Han had become one with his Divine Demon Sword, and the might of his Lightning Sword Technique was elevated to an all-new height.
Wu Zhe grunted in exertion. He had already been on the ropes just then, when Ling Han still hadn’t retrieved his God Tool ye
t. So, how could his situation have improved now that Ling Han was wielding his Divine Demon Sword? This was a God Tool that had been nurtured by Ling Han, and thus it was connected to his heart and mind. As such, Ling Han could maximize the might of this God Tool.
Wu Zhe was forced onto his back foot, and he eventually went from returning five strikes for every 10 strikes to returning one strike for every 10 strikes. Although he hadn’t lost in the sense of the word yet, everyone knew that he had, in fact, already lost.
He had lost, and there was not a single excuse to make.
He and Ling Han were at the same cultivation level, and his strength was clearly inferior!
Everyone remained silent. However, there was excitement on many people’s faces. Wu Zhe and the others had already occupied the positions of king tier for far too long. It was about time for the next generation to step up and usurp their positions.
And, the person who had fired the first shot was none other than Ling Han!
The new disciples of the sect had all arrived with big dreams and ambitions. Upon witnessing Ling Han’s might, their confidence all increased 100-fold. They yearned to reach the pinnacle level of the Mountain River Tier as doing so would allow them to challenge—even replace—the older generation of king tiers, just as Ling Han had.
Ling Han’s battle was a prelude that opened the curtains to a new age.
After several more exchanges, Wu Zhe was sent flying by a strike from Ling Han’s sword. A gaping wound was cut into his chest, and it would have been even more serious had Ling Han not had mercy on him. In fact, he would’ve been cut into two at the waist.
This was only a spar, and Ling Han was only seeking justice for the Rain Emperor—the two of them weren’t archenemies who were hell-bent on fighting to the death.
However, Wu Zhe had been defeated before all the other seeds, so it was reasonable to assume that he would hate Ling Han’s guts from this moment on.
Wu Zhe stared daggers at Ling Han before angrily turning around and leaving. He paid no attention to the fact that this gathering still had yet to conclude.
“That, um, Junior Brother Wu, where are the tea leaves?” Ling Han asked with a chuckle. Since enmity had already been bred between them, he didn’t mind making it even worse.
Wu Zhe paused midstep. He then tossed 10 sparkling and crystal-like tea leaves down without so much as a glance back. This was none other than the 10 pieces of Serene Poplar Tea Leaves that he had promised. However, he had tossed them toward He Tao, not Ling Han.
He continued to stride away, and he quickly descended from the mountain peak and disappeared into the lingering clouds and mists that surrounded the mountain.
Ling Han clapped his hands indifferently as he returned to his seat. He shut his eyes, and it appeared as if he were napping.
His expression was relaxed, yet this caused a strong sense of wariness to grip He Tao and the other king tiers’s minds.
In terms of battle prowess alone, he was genuinely not much stronger than Wu Zhe. However, he possessed the Divine Demon Sword, which was an immensely powerful God Tool. Even though it wasn’t a Level Four God Tool yet, it was already starting to display an overwhelming might.
Moreover, he possessed an astounding physique that allowed him to disregard a significant portion of his opponent’s attacks.
However, were there secret techniques or God Tools that could threaten his physique?
At least, his physique wouldn’t be undefeatable before he reached the level of Saint King.
In any case, one couldn’t underestimate the six kings just because one of their members had lost a battle. If they were forced into a life-and-death battle, who knew how many trump cards they could unleash? Who knew what kind of terrifying power they could summon?
Of course, Ling Han was only being vigilant and cautious. He still maintained the belief that he was invincible at the same cultivation level.
There was a look of zeal on Ding Ping’s face as he looked at his master.
His master was far too powerful!
This was his master, someone who could always surprise and shock others. People had said that he didn’t have the right to enter the Majestic Heaven Sect before, yet he had instantly jumped out and proved them wrong. People had said that the six kings were invincible just then, yet Wu Zhe had been clinically and ruthlessly disposed of.
He definitely had to follow the example of Ling Han. He didn’t yearn to surpass him; he merely wished that he wouldn’t lose face for his master and bring disrepute to his mighty name.
The sparring matches continued.
However, after witnessing the mighty battle between Ling Han and Wu Zhe, the ensuing battles all seemed boring to the extreme. The spectators were all bored, and as a result, those who were sparring also became bored. It wasn’t long before no one else stepped up to battle. The seed-level prodigies started to discuss their understandings of cultivation.
Those gathered here were all supreme prodigies, though it was still impossible for them to be perfect in every single aspect. Rather, they each had their own strengths and weaknesses. Thus, they frequently nodded in agreement, even if they were only listening to the unique views of someone at the low extreme.
The atmosphere became increasingly lively, and none of them kept their understandings a secret from others. Of course, things like secret techniques definitely wouldn’t be shared with others. Doing so wouldn’t be generous; it would be incredibly foolish.
Ling Han also learned a lot. His Lightning Sword Technique was based on the understanding and destruction of the great dao, and thus the comprehension of others also provided him with ideas and inspiration.
He generously shared some of his understandings as well, though he obviously didn’t share his core understandings, such as the Lightning Sword Technique.
“Hehe, the water has finished boiling. Let’s drink some tea,” He Tao said with a smile. Wisps of steam were finally drifting out from the small teapot. However, the steam strangely didn’t dissipate. Instead, it formed into all kinds of mysterious shapes.
As expected of divine water! The contents of this teapot were as valuable as an entire city!
Chapter 1158 - Arrival of Yang Hao
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In some sense, He Tao and Wu Zhe were actually quite decent people. At least, they had both offered genuinely good and valuable treasures to share with their junior brothers and sisters. If Wu Zhe hadn’t been too insistent on winning and used shady techniques against the Rain Emperor, Ling Han wouldn’t have challenged and humiliated him.
Only after asking around did Ling Han learn that the other four king tiers had all gone out to explore and train.
In reality, the disciples of the Majestic Heaven Sect all had fairly good relationships with each other. If the seniors obtained valuable items during their adventures, they would take them out to share with the newer disciples of the sect. This was a tradition.
When the other four king tiers returned, they would also share some valuable treasures with Ling Han and the others. Such practice was repeated generation after generation, and it had already become a good tradition of the sect.
Everyone picked the 10 most outstanding individuals of the dao discussing segment—these 10 cultivators would enjoy an extra Serene Poplar Tea Leaf in their tea. Ling Han was naturally chosen as one of the 10. If he couldn’t qualify for the top 10, who could?
The Rain Emperor also had the honor of being chosen as one of the top 10. However, Ding Ping didn’t win this honor. He had lost to Lan Luan, and regardless of the reason, a defeat was a defeat. In any case, it had revealed that his mental state still wasn’t up to scratch yet.
He Tao walked over, and asked, “Brother Han, are you interested in exploring an ancient land?”
Ling Han smiled, and said, “What kind of ancient land could this be?”
“It’s most likely a large sect from the distant past. It appears as if the
sect was destroyed, though many valuable items still remain at the site,” He Tao replied with a serious expression. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to convince Ling Han if he didn’t reveal some information of substance.
“Being as powerful as Brother He is, there’s no need for you to invite me, is there?” Ling Han said.
He Tao chuckled, and said, “There’s a treasure storage, and it can only be opened by the combined power of seven people. Moreover… these seven people all have to be at the pinnacle level of the Mountain River Tier!”
Ling Han was astonished upon hearing this. ‘There’s such a high bar for opening up a treasure storage?’
This ancient sect must have been super impressive. The Majestic Heaven Sect had gathered all of the most brilliant prodigies from the 100 or so nearby planets, yet only seven of the newest generation of disciples had succeeded in forming five Mountains and Rivers.
“I guess I can go then!” Ling Han’s interest was piqued, and he asked, “When are we setting off?”
He didn’t ask where the ancient land was, as that would be far too insincere and insensitive.
He Tao laughed heartily, and said, “There’s no hurry! This ancient land is actually controlled by our sect. In fact, it’s a Mystery Realm that opens once every 100 years. However, it’s close to opening again, and we’ll probably be able to set off within the next half of a year.”
To Immortal beings, half a year was indeed a very short time.
“The sect has wanted to open that treasure storage for a long time, yet there are strict requirements for who can open and enter it. To be more precise, one must be at the Mountain River Tier. However, only six of us were at the pinnacle level of the Mountain River Tier before, so we could only sigh in disappointment every time we passed by that treasure storage.
“If it weren’t for this treasure storage, Shen Zhu’er, Shi Anguo, and Wu Wentong could all have broken through to the Sun Moon Tier several decades ago. However, they held onto the hope that they could one day enter this treasure storage, and it was because of this hope that they suppressed their cultivation level. They’re planning to break through to the Sun Moon Tier after exploring this treasure storage.
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