Even Ye Aotian was startled, and he stopped the attack that he had prepared. He found this to be funny—the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect had such weak cultivation.
The other disciples all began to talk. Some were puzzled, but most of them were taunting Zhao Jiuge’s trash cultivation. While they taunted Zhao Jiuge, they dragged the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect in as well.
Ling Bo Re still watched in silence. Others might not know, but she knew that Zhao Jiuge was a mere mortal just a few years ago. It was already a great feat to reach this cultivation in just a few years. After all, they had cultivated for many years.
Xu Zhu was clearly disappointed. He didn’t think Zhao Jiuge was so weak. He lost interest in teaching Zhao Jiuge a lesson. He was not interested in playing with an opponent this weak.
Song Yuansheng was also startled. He originally thought that Zhao Jiuge’s cultivation would be at least the same as his. He didn’t expect the situation to turn out like this, but his eyes shined.
Song Rujing was shocked for a moment and soon recovered. She began paying attention to the situation. She subconsciously furrowed her brows. Unlike the others, she was worried about Zhao Jiuge. Originally, she just thought about watching a good show because she thought Zhao Jiuge’s cultivation would be extraordinary, but it seemed like this was not the case. She clenched her fists and became a little tense. She didn’t care about Zhao Jiuge’s cultivation, because Zhao Jiuge was her friend. Although they hadn’t known each other for long, just being her friend was enough.
“Haha, the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect’s Chief Head Disciple is so rubbish. It looks like your Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect will have to give up the title of holy land.” Ye Aotian gave up the idea of making a move and instead decided to taunt them.
Hearing this, Zhao Jiuge was filled with anger, but he didn’t reveal it, because he knew anger was a sign of weakness. If he had the strength, he wouldn't be angry. He decided that he was going to make Ye Aotian pay today. Even if it meant greatly harming himself, he was willing to pay the price.
Facing Ye Aotian’s words, Fang Qiwen’s temper wasn’t good, and he directly released his spirit force. The flying sword in his had buzzed and he was ready to attack at any moment.
With this, Cheng Hailong, Jiulian, and Wang Yong would naturally not sit idly by. No matter what, the five of them were disciples of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect.
Four late stage Spirit Core Realm auras erupted, and their flying swords all shined. They were all ready to attack in an instant.
The moment the four of them moved, the young men wearing long-sleeve shirts released their spirit force as well. Their task was just to keep an eye on these four disciples of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. As for Zhao Jiuge, their senior brother Ye would handle that.
At this moment, the observation deck was tense and there were flashes of spirit force. Fortunately, aside from the disciples of Yuehua Academy and the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, the disciples of the other holy lands showed no intent of getting involved.
At this point, Xu Zhu was too lazy to intervene. Zhao Jiuge’s weakness had made him lose interest—a mere weakling at the mid stage of the Spirit Core Realm. He and Jiang Fuding only had to watch the show play out. They held the advantage in this situation.
“Jiulian, don’t intervene yet. I want to see what makes Yuehua Academy so arrogant. Do they really have the skills? Are they not afraid of being slapped?”
Facing the chaotic situation, Zhao Jiuge gently shook his head, signaling Jiulian and them to not act recklessly. He didn’t want to get them involved; he would deal with his own affairs. Not to mention, this was his duty as the Chief Head Disciple.
Zhao Jiuge’s gaze suddenly became ferocious, and he said in a low tone, “Even if I fall here today, I’ll still pull out two of your teeth.” After he finished speaking, his aura became sharper.
After he spoke, the entire observation deck became lively. Originally, they thought the situation was one-sided and they didn’t think Zhao Jiuge had the courage. After all, one side was at the Nascent Soul Realm, while Zhao Jiuge was only at the mid stage of the Spirit Core Realm. Zhao Jiuge seemed to be overestimating himself too much.
Everyone looked at Zhao Jiuge with contempt, like he was a fool. The only two exceptions were Ling Bo Re and Song Yuansehng, whose eyes were filled with admiration. Cultivation required this fearless attitude to reach the end. If you retreated or backed down at any sign of danger, how could you move forward? It didn’t matter if Zhao Jiuge won or lost—at least he wouldn’t lose in terms of momentum. Losing wasn’t terrifying, what was terrifying was losing your dao heart. If you began to doubt yourself, then it would be difficult to ever improve your cultivation again.
Hearing Zhao Jiuge’s fierce words, Song Rujing revealed a sweet smile. She muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I won’t let anything happen. Who let you be the first friend I made since leaving the sect?”
“Haha, shameless boasting! Since you want to be beaten up, I’ll satisfy you.” Ye Aotian let out an unruly laugh, and his eyes were filled with disdain. With his early stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, dealing with someone at the mid stage of the Spirit Core Realm would be a simple task.
After he spoke, he moved. When he felt Zhao Jiuge’s aura, he relaxed and was not on guard at all. His right palm containing the power of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator smashed down on Zhao Jiuge.
He still knew his limits, he just wantedly to casually teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson to vent his anger. He wasn’t going to seriously injure or kill Zhao Jiuge. After all, if he really did something like this, then the elders that had come with Zhao Jiuge would not forgive him, and things would become messy.
He instantly closed in on Zhao Jiuge with just one step—they were also very close. Ye Aotian arrived behind Zhao Jiuge and wanted to deal with Zhao Jiuge with one strike, but could it be so easy? Zhao Jiuge felt the spirit force fluctuations and reacted in time. He coldly looked at Ye Aotian and thought, “You will pay for underestimating me. So what if you’re at the Nascent Soul Realm? You think I'm just going to sit here and do nothing?”
Zhao Jiuge’s expression didn’t change, but the spirit force inside his body surged. There was a burst of golden light from his body.
Zhao Jiuge immediately used this Sanskrit Divine Body and then both his palms turned golden. This was the Sanskrit Divine Palm, and due to the help of the Arhat Divine Fruit, his Sanskrit Divine Body had improved significantly.
Their palms collided and created a violent boom. Although Zhao Jiuge was only at the mid stage of the Spirit Core Realm, with the help of his body-refining spell, he was not at a disadvantage.
The collision caused the observation ground to tremble and kicked up some dust. There was shock in Ye Aotian’s eyes. He had only used the innate strength of his early stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, but he thought it would be more than enough to deal with Zhao Jiuge. He didn’t expect to fail.
He let out a cold snort and waved his sleeve. This time, he smashed down with full force.
Zhao Jiuge’s eyes narrowed and his Sanskrit Divine Body surged to the extreme. A burst of golden light gathered around his palm and the two collided. However, Zhao Jiuge was prepared—he quickly stopped his body with his right hand and pushed forward.
Another thunderous boom echoed, but this time it was a bit muffled. Zhao Jiuge’s palm landed directly on Ye Aotian’s body and destroyed part of his shirt.
Ye Aotian’s body trembled a bit and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but that was it. Although his appearance was a bit embarrassing, there weren't really any injuries.
He cultivated the Vast Vital Energy of the Confucian School, so his physical body naturally couldn’t compare to that of a sword cultivator like Zhao Jiuge. What’s more, Zhao Jiuge had a body-refining spell. As a result, Ye Aotian not only didn’t hold the advantage, but had even suffered a little loss to Zhao Jiuge.
Of course, Ye Aotian was only careless and hadn’t used his actual strength. Otherwise, no matter how powerful Zhao Jiuge’s body-refining spell was, he wouldn’t be able to hold the advantage against someone one realm higher.
Seeing this, the surrounding disciples were shocked. They hadn’t expected Zhao Jiuge to be able to hold the advantage in a rush. He was indeed the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, but that wasn’t enough.
When Zhao Jiuge revealed this spell, Song Yuansheng and Ling Bo Re’s eyes shined. They were naturally able to see how extraordinary the Sanskrit Divine Body was. If Zhao Jiuge was also at the Nascent Soul Realm, then Ye Aotian might not be Zhao Jiuge’s match.
Sure enough, no one in the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect was simple, and Ling Bo Re was the only person that knew this well. Zhao Jiuge had cultivated for less than five years. He only lost in terms of time, not talent.
Zhao Jiuge suddenly made Ye Aotian suffer a loss, and he didn’t just stop there. He continued his attack and rushed toward Ye Aotian.
Ye Aotian had been caught off guard and was injured by Zhao Jiuge, but it wasn’t much of an injury. However, this caused his eyes to become hazy from rage. Most importantly, the disciples from the other holy lands were watching, including that cold and noble figure.
A sense of madness surged in Ye Aotian’s heart. He decided to properly teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson for making him look bad before so many people. Otherwise, people might think he was easy to bully.
Ye Aotian suddenly retreated and avoided Zhao Jiuge’s Sanskrit Divine Palm. His aura erupted and his eyes were filled with rage. This time, he was going to mercilessly deal with Zhao Jiuge!Previous Chapter Next Chapter