Chapter 545 - The Seven Great Immortal State Warriors (1/2)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The elder in a Taoist robe with loose sleeves floated in the air, letting wind toss his long white beard up until it brushed against his high cheekbone. He was the elder from the Wu Dang Sect who drank tea with Chen just a few days before.
“I am Li Changsheng, it’s an honor to meet you, Immortal Master Chen.”
Li Changsheng bowed to Chen Fan slightly.
Li Changsheng didn’t possess the same nonchalance as he did last time. Instead, he looked impa.s.sive and aloof.
“Hehe, Changsheng, doesn’t it mean Longevity? That’s all you mortals care about, isn’t it?”
Chen Fan shook his head.
He had expected this day to come since the moment he confessed to Li Changsheng that he was an Immortal Cultivator, although he didn’t expect it to be that soon. It was evident that the temptation of Immortal Cultivation was too great for these mortals to resist. They wanted it even if it meant death.
Li Changsheng cracked a smile and didn’t say a thing. He then turned around and said, “Immortal Master, I am sure you are familiar with some of them, like Heavenly Master Yao, but please allow me to introduce the other three.”
Yao Daoyi wore a cream yellow robe and stood in the sky while holding a Thunder Seal in one hand. His body was surrounded by crackling electric energy. Watanabe wore wooden sandals and a samurai outfit from the edo period. He pressed one hand on his sword and greeted Chen Fan with an icy gaze. Dharma-rāja Sakya folded his hands together, and hung a kind and benevolent expression on his face.
Chen Fan knew those three men very well.
Although Chen Fan didn’t know the other three, he sensed that they were no less powerful than Yao Daoyi.
“This is Miss Zhantai Qinxuan. She was invited to China from the Mystic Sect by the founding father of modern China, Dr. Sun Zhongshan. We don’t know much about her, except that she is extremely powerful. Ye Qincang has tried and failed to bring her down three times.”
Li Changsheng pointed to a woman in a white outfit.
“Nice to meet you, Immortal Master Chen.”
Zhantai Qinxuan wore a white s.h.i.+rt and a white veil over her face. She floated in the air, toes pointing down. The energy inside of her was vague; its true nature was hard to predict. It could be of buddhism origin or it could originate from Taoism. Nonetheless, she had an uplifting aura that was the product of great enlightenment.
Her voice was clear, with a pleasant and musical timbre to it.
Li Changsheng continued, “And this one is Guru Rama. He’s one of the most famous Gurus in India. As a First Order Brahmin, he has dominated South Asia and ranks number seven on the Divine Roll. He has impressive raw power and is able to stop a speeding vehicle with his body.”
Guru Rama was a scrawny Sadhu: a religious ascetic who had renounced worldly life. His breathing was even and steady, and his body was wiry, lean and extremely tough. He lowered his head and was reciting sutra under his breath. The terrifying power inside of him was evident at a glance. Chen Fan wagered that he had achieved a higher level of attainment in terms of Body Tempering cultivation.
“Last but not the least is Mr. Damon. You might not have heard of his name, but I am sure you are familiar with his other name: The Blood Fiend.”
Li Changsheng pointed to the last person.
Damon had well defined facial features, with high cheekbones and deep set eyes. He looked like a mix of Asian and Caucasian. He wore a wrinkless tuxedo and was shrouded in a wash of darkness, revealing very little of his power.
Chen Fan furrowed brows and said, “The same Blood Fiend Damon who ranked number three on the Divine Roll a hundred years ago?”
“I didn’t expect you to know of me. I am honored.”
An unnatural smile was etched onto Damon’s face.
Blood Fiend Damon ranked number three on the Divine Roll a hundred years back, just below Ye Qincang and the Divine Arbiter from the Christian Church. He was raised in a tibetan temple as a child and awakened his Bloodline Power at a very young age. He went on a killing rampage in Asia, Eastern Europe and Northern Africa, drenching his hands in the blood of tens of thousands of victims.
What made him so deadly was his ability to combine the best of the arts from the eastern and the western worlds.
“Li Changsheng, Yao Daoyi, Watanabe, Dharma-rāja Sakya, Tantai Qingxuan, Guru Rama and Romon?”
Chen Fan cracked a smile.
“Five of the top ten warriors on the Divine Roll are here at the same time. I am honored.”
Of the seven warriors, only Li Changsheng and Tantai Qingxuan were not on the Divine Roll’s top ten list. Along with Ye Qincang and the late Lin Shuming, they represented the combined force of all Eastern Immortal State Warriors.
Among the seven Immortal State Warriors, Li Changsheng had already reached the Mortal Deity level.
That group of deadly cultivators was much more powerful than the seven warriors that Ye Qincang had to deal with. When united, they could even defeat Lin Shuming with ease.
The sight of the seven warriors made Jiang Churan shake in fear.
Although she had never heard of them, their ability to float in the air, and their dramatic entrances with the dark energy and lightning, all of it spoke loudly about their unG.o.dly power.
Yao Daoyi raised the Thunder Seal and spoke in a deep booming voice, “Let’s cut to the chase. Chen Beixuan, hand over your Immortal Cultivation Art and we will spare you.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Chen Fan shook his head and gave Li Changsheng a long glance. “Why don’t you find those visitors if the Gate of Heaven is open again?”
“Finding the Gate of Heaven is a long shot. We don’t even know if it really exists. Plus, what if you lied to us about the Snow G.o.d Palace?”
Li Changsheng smirked.
Most Immortal State Warriors were even unsure about the existence of the Earth Level Deities, much less the Gate of Heaven. Li Changsheng was a shrewd old fox and he would not easily believe Chen Fan’s words.