Chapter 150 - Chapter 150: Chapter 147: The Reincarnation of an Immortal, Unrivaled Under the Heavens (1/2)
Chapter 150: Chapter 147: The Reincarnation of an Immortal, Unrivaled Under the Heavens
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Hearing about the deeds of Fang Hanyu, Fang Wang thought of Zhou Xue and guessed that the Jin Xiao Sect must have made a move, otherwise, with Fang Hanyu’s strength, obtaining the Ten Thousand Year Sword Spirit would have been nearly impossible.
“Where is Fang Hanyu now?” Fang Wang asked.
He was worried that the Chenjian Sect couldn’t protect Fang Hanyu.
Qu Xunhun answered, “His whereabouts are currently unknown. It’s been three years since he acquired the Ten Thousand Year Sword Spirit.”
Fang Wang nodded, “If there is any news of Fang Hanyu’s whereabouts, inform me with the Token.”
“Understood!”
Qu Xunhun agreed, then talked about some of the tempestuous events at sea. After the time it took to burn incense, he took his leave.
Xiao Zi came to Fang Wang’s side and asked, “Young Master, are you worried about Fang Hanyu?”
Fang Wang closed his eyes and said, “Do not worry. To become a true power, one must go through countless hardships. Let him resolve this on his own.”
“What if a Great Cultivator of the Golden Body Realm makes a move against him?” Xiao Zi pressed.
Fang Wang snorted lightly and said, “Then we will see if he has the fate to live until I learn of it.”
Not far away, Zhu Yan silently took note of the name Fang Hanyu and continued to cultivate.
The True Combat Technique was vast and profound. After ten years of practice, although he had not mastered it, he increasingly found the technique remarkable. Most importantly, Fang Wang had said that once he mastered the True Combat Technique, he would be taught even stronger Cultivation Techniques, including Spells.
The very True Combat Technique made him see the possibility of surpassing his father. If he could learn even stronger exceptional skills, the thought alone thrilled him.
Zhao Zhen floated by the lake, and upon seeing him trembling all over again, he couldn’t help but shake his head.
“Geniuses tend to be arrogant, always thinking they can master all the Divine Skills in the world…”
Thinking this, Zhao Zhen turned to find those little monsters.
The days on Biyou Island passed in tranquility.
However, there is no place in the world that remains peaceful forever. After several months, someone came to break the serenity of Biyou Island.
“Is the seventh brother here?”
A thunderous shout came from beyond the thick fog, sounding like a giant bell. Zhu Yan abruptly opened his eyes and looked to Fang Wang, saying, “Master, my eldest brother Zhu Li has arrived. May I let him in to inform him of my decision?”
Fang Wang took out the Biyou Jade Token, and with a thought, the dense fog began to disperse in the direction from which Zhu Li’s voice came.
Zhu Yan rose and flew off.
After a while.
Zhu Yan returned with a valiant man, the two bearing a strong resemblance to each other. However, Zhu Li was taller than Zhu Yan, clad in black scale armor, with a Roc Iron Crown on his forehead, exuding a formidable aura.
Zhu Li’s face was frosty, the fiery rage in his eyes almost spilling out, while Zhu Yan wore a face full of anticipation, not knowing what the brothers had discussed.
The brothers flew above Spirit Eye Lake, and Zhu Li looked at Fang Wang and said in a deep voice, “Sword Lord, you dare let my younger brother serve as your mount? You show no respect to my emperor father!”
Fang Wang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as he looked toward him. Xiao Zi retorted, “Ask your brother, did my Young Master ever force him?”
Zhu Li, trying to control his anger, said, “My seventh brother tells me that your fist is the strongest in the world; let me experience it then. If you truly are that strong, I will not stop my brother from being your mount and will even help you persuade my emperor father!”
Zhu Yan quickly made a gesture of respect and said, “Master, please do not kill him. Just scare him a bit.”
“Kill me? Ha! Zhu Yan, you truly are a failure!”
Zhu Li glared at Zhu Yan, his tone laced with frustration and disappointment.
Fang Wang rose into the air, sighing and saying, “Well then, for the sake of Zhu Yan, I will let you experience it—this one time only. My fist is meant for slaying enemies.”
Zhu Li scoffed, “I’ve seen plenty of fists meant for killing enemies. I hope the Sword Lord can convince me!”
Under the blue sky, a massive gap appeared in the thick fog surrounding Biyou Island. Following the gap, a swath of clouds in the firmament was torn asunder, stretching all the way to the horizon.
The flora on Biyou Island quivered, then gradually returned to calm.
At this moment, Zhu Li was sweating profusely, his pupils shaking, his body trembling. The iron crown on his forehead had flown off, his long hair in disarray, and next to his left ear, a fist lingered less than four centimeters away from his ear, which was bleeding.
“I… concede,” Zhu Li uttered with a trembling voice, eyes full of fear and despair.
Fang Wang slowly withdrew his fist without saying a word and turned to fly back to the wooden platform to continue his meditation and cultivation.
Zhu Yan hurriedly flew to Zhu Li’s side and pulled him towards the beach.
Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen showed no surprise, but the little monsters were overwhelmingly excited.
On the beach, Zhu Yan laughed triumphantly, “Big brother, now you
understand my choice! He is no ordinary man. Following him, I may be ridiculed for the next few hundred years, but ultimately, even as his mount, I shall be revered by all beings.”
Zhu Li came back to his senses. He wanted to say there was nothing so divine, but the harrowing experience had not yet left him, and the mere thought made him shudder uncontrollably.