I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 334:
Chapter 334: Chapter 196 – Gate of Lingyu, Legend of the Celestial Beingsi
Translator: 549690339
The place where Du Yuying went was the tomb of the Celestials; it made Li Xuan think of the place where Zi Yun went. Could it be the tomb of the Celestials, too?
So far, the Inner Realm does not have any Celestial Martial Artists.
It seemed that the conditions to become a Celestial Martial Artist are not met, but the specific reason is unknown.
“If it really is the tomb of the Celestials, Xu Yan should be able to find out why there are no Celestial Martial Artists in the Inner Realm.”
Li Xuan thought in his heart.
After Xu Yan left, Xie Lingfeng and Hu Shan also took their leave to return to the Cliff of Sword Sovereign for cultivation, guided by Li Xuan’s instructions on the Sword Dao and brought back some elixirs needed for transforming their cultivation techniques and condensing the Bridge of Heaven and Earth.
Since the Cliff of Sword Sovereign primarily cultivates the Sword Dao, they have no conflict with the martial arts of the Inner Realm and Dahua. As long as it enhances the Sword Dao and benefits the comprehension of the Sword Dao, they will cultivate it, regardless of which martial art it is.
This is why Xie Lingfeng, the genius of the Sword Sovereign Cliff, is able to cultivate martial arts without any psychological burden.
The cultivation methods of the Sword Sovereign Cliff were developed for the Sword Dao, and its cultivation techniques, inherited through generations, have long since ceased to be the original ones. Instead, generation after generation has been engaged in continuous exploration to find techniques that better fit the Sword Dao and bring out its power.
With the departure of Xie Lingfeng and Hu Shan, apart from the lively alchemy rooms, Canglan Island remained tranquil.
Li Xuan occasionally took boat trips on the Cang River, fishing until late into the night, enjoying his leisurely time.
A storm was brewing in the Inner Realm.
In the heart of a lake atop a high mountain within Zi Yun Country, an ice tower stood tall.
Transparent and dreadfully cold, the ice tower was home to people dressed in thin clothes with graceful figures. They moved effortlessly amongst the ice, blending their snow-white skin with the glittering ice, creating a mesmerizing painting.
At the top of the ice tower, a bewitching woman lounged in light gauze, sandwiched between two young girls who were naked and shivering in the cold wind.
The bewitching woman’s hands glided over the young girls, her face exhibiting a sickly flush. Her eyes bore an almost frantic fervor.
A figure approached slowly, continuing to carve as he walked, the wood shavings scattering with each step.
“Ice Mother, you’re still the same.”
Devil Child stood atop the ice tower, sighing as he watched the bewitching woman.
“The old doesn’t die, what do you want?”
Ice Mother drew her dripping hand back, watching Devil Child coldly.
As she withdrew her hand, the skin of the shrinking young girl, who had been trembling against her, started to flush. Her body started convulsing, and as the convulsion intensified, she slowly withered away.
The bewitching woman now looked even more seductive, her skin even whiter. The faint wrinkles around her eyes disappeared, making her look ten years younger.
The other young girl curled against her shivered even more violently. She opened her mouth as if to plead, but no sound came out.
Her skin gradually turned red, her body convulsed, and she too eventually withered.
The Devil Child watched silently. Ice Mother was getting old and needed to absorb the essence of young girls to maintain her youthful appearance and tender skin.
Two girls in white gauze came to the ice tower and took the bodies away.
Ice Mother lounged provocatively on her chair, a hint of mockery on her flush, seductive face as she addressed Devil Child.
“Devil Child, you have become a failure, haven’t you?”
The carving in the Devil Child’s hand paused, and the muscles on his face twitched. He watched the Ice Mother under the light gauze and fell silent for a while.
He was close to the realm of Celestial Martial Artist. A has-been?
Indeed he was a has-been.
He was genuinely getting old. There was not the slightest ripple of desire in him, not even the slightest!
“Useless!”
Ice Mother mocked.
Devil Child reached into his robe and pulled out a scroll, which he laid on the Ice Mother’s lap. He said softly, “Ice Mother, when you learn of my death, burn this scroll and stimulate the jade bead inside with your martial arts.”
Ice Mother looked at the scroll and fell silent.
As the Devil Child turned to leave, he added, “If I’m not dead, we both stand a chance of entering the Ling Domain. If I’m dead, do as I told you: burn the scroll, activate the jade bead, and find a way to enter the Ling Domain.”
Upon hearing this, Ice Mother suddenly stood up, “What are you going to do?”
“Don’t get involved. After all, someone has to take revenge for us. Keep the scroll safe.”
Devil Child shook his head.
Watching the Devil Child’s aging figure disappear into the horizon, Ice Mother looked at the scroll in her hand. After a long moment of silence, she suddenly said, “Bring me two young girls.”
“As you wish!
A woman’s voice echoed inside the ice tower.
At the Royal Palace of Dahua, in the Imperial Study.
The Dahua Emperor looked at the mysterious man in the red robe with a green face. His face pale, he croaked out, “I do not wish for Dahua to perish!”
The man in the red robe and green face smiled and said, “Dahua Emperor, don’t you want to break through the Great Grandmaster? This is not just about your Dahua Kingdom.”
“Gate of Lingyu, realm of Celestials, the opportunities lie on Canglan Island, on Su Lingxiu.”
The Dahua Emperor jumped to his feet in shock, “What did you say? The Gate of Lingyu? Realm of Celestials?”
According to common understanding, the Grandmaster is the peak of Martial Arts in the Inner Realm.
Even the Half-Step Celestial actually falls within the Grandmaster Realm; it’s just half a step ahead..
