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Chapter 64: Auspicious Day of Revelation, Seven Warriors Slay Immortals!
Chapter 64: Auspicious Day of Revelation, Seven Warriors Slay Immortals!
“T-This… this…”
Ji Xiongying, who had lived decades and earned the fearsome title of “Taming Martial King,” felt an utterly absurd emotion for the first time in his life.
Lv Yang simply raised a hand, and another ghostly talisman appeared—a yellow parchment ignited with a flicker of flame. Then came phenomena utterly foreign to the Martial Dao: sword qi slicing through skies, thunderbolts striking from the heavens, golden lights bursting forth. Each talisman brought Ji Xiongying to the brink of death!
Hiss—!
Sword qi gashed Ji Xiongying’s cheek. Thunder coursed through his body, leaving him numb. His all-out punch was halted midair by a sudden golden barrier.
“Impossible!”
Ji Xiongying recoiled, refusing to engage further. He stared at Lv Yang, teeth clenched, his fear tinged with a deeper hunger.
In that moment, a single word crystallized in his mind: Immortal?!
Lv Yang’s techniques mirrored legends of celestial beings—stories that had long fueled Ji Xiongying’s obsession with eternal life.
He widened the distance between them, voice trembling with desperation. “Wait—we have no true enmity. Join the Imperial Ancestral Hall, share your talisman art, and I’ll grant you gold beyond measure or dominion over any land you desire!”
“Let you decide?”
Lv Yang chuckled, shaking their head. “Why choose? The entire Great Zhou Dynasty is already my Holy Sect’s Secret Realm. You dare promise me what’s mine?”
“Then listen—your talisman art intrigues me.”
Ji Xiongying thrust a scroll into Lv Yang’s hands. “This is half of my Heavenly Mandate. Give me your technique, and I’ll give you the rest!”
Lv Yang stared at the scroll.
Ji Xiongying’s greed was written plainly, but Lv Yang dismissed it. Sharing cultivation methods was unthinkable—and against sect law.
“A pity,” Lv Yang murmured, tucking the scroll away. They cast Ji Xiongying a cold glance before their form dissolved into mist, vanishing.
“Running?!”
Seeing Lv Yang’s flesh-and-blood body disintegrate into ethereal white mist, Ji Xiongying roared, his hunger intensifying.
Immortal arts! Definitely!
I must have them!
“Topple the Heavens!”
Ji Xiongying exhaled sharply, his hand clenching as torrents of martial essence surged into his palm, turning it blood-red.
Instantly, a vision unfolded before Lv Yang: a vast nation—scholars studying by dawn’s light, farmers resting at dusk, martial artists wandering realms, merchants haggling in bustling streets. This was the Great Zhou’s imperial fortune, the pulse of the mortal world.
Topple the Heavens—a fist that subjugated all under heaven!
The attack had no physical form, only the crushing weight of Ji Xiongying’s accumulated martial will, transcending the Martial Dao.
But—
“You challenge my will? I cultivate immortality—I have Spiritual Awareness!”
Against ordinary martial artists, Ji Xiongying’s mental onslaught would be unstoppable. Against Lv Yang, it was futile.
Boom!
Lv Yang’s mind stirred, and Ji Xiongying’s pressure shattered. The vision of nations and mountains crumbled under their Spiritual Awareness.
“You resisted my fist?!” Ji Xiongying snarled, spittle flying. “Again!”
Lv Yang’s reply was a cold scoff.
“Obstinate fool.”
With a snap, dozens of talismans erupted into existence. Thanks to the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, Lv Yang carried endless talismans—wasting them meant nothing.
They shattered in unison. A tidal wave of sword qi rained down, ripping through Ji Xiongying. Blood painted the skies. His body, at the peak of Refining Qi Perfection, endured: talismans could slice flesh but not shatter bone.
When the storm passed, Ji Xiongying was a blood-soaked ruin—every inch of flesh torn, as if flayed alive. He vanished instantly, no trace left.
“Fast runner,” Lv Yang muttered, frowning. Their current form specialized in the Martial Dao, relying on talismans. Though they could fly, Ji Xiongying’s speed surpassed theirs.
Their expression darkened. A Martial Dao Heaven had more vitality than expected. Ji Xiongying’s wounds would heal quickly—his body’s resilience was unmatched, even without divine physical techniques.
“Prime material for corpse refinement,” Lv Yang mused, then winced.
Too long among sect disciples. I’ve grown cruel.
“I’m not that kind of person,” they shook their head.
Corpse refinement was inefficient anyway. The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner could refine him instantly—yet Lv Yang had no intention of focusing on such arts. After this life, they’d abandon the Banner, returning to a path of cultivation.
“Next life’s concern!”
With that, Lv Yang dispersed their body, slipping into a capital alleyway to reform—a shadow among crowds.
“He lost. Expected.”
In the Heavenly Capital, the Yun Clan Patriarch withdrew his gaze, unperturbed. Ji Xiongying’s defeat was inevitable—their clash wasn’t about victory but revealing Lv Yang’s existence.
This was the first step: Let Ji Xiongying spread the truth, uniting all Heavens against Lv Yang.
Cut his avatar, and his true self will emerge!
The Patriarch had already prepared a “chance” encounter—a bait waiting for a bite. Now, the perfect moment.
Simultaneously, Ji Xiongying fled to the capital’s outskirts, too terrified to return to the palace.
In a secluded forest, he hid—only to stumble upon a sealed stone chamber in a hidden cave. Inside sat a skeleton, clutching a dust-covered tome.
“This is…”
He snatched the book, flipping through it.
“…What?!”
Eyes wide, Ji Xiongying’s face contorted with shock, then ecstatic disbelief. “Heaven favors me!”
The unnamed author chronicled:
“There exist immortals, ageless and undying. Devour their flesh to gain eternal life… Yet their arts are supreme. After decades of study, I’ve discovered the method: On the Auspicious Day of Revelation, seven warriors wielding seven divine weapons must unite in formation to stand a chance.”
Auspicious Day of Revelation, Seven Warriors Slay Immortals!
The book detailed forging techniques for the divine weapons. Ji Xiongying devoured it, his ambition reigniting.
“Hahaha! My destiny is grand! My fortune divine!”
“Slay that immortal, and I shall live forever!”
His mind spiraled into obsession, fate’s shadows blinding him until only one thought remained: Slay immortals for eternal life.
(End of Chapter)
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