Chapter 53: So What If Heaven Favors Him?

Chi Jiuyu felt deeply uncomfortable and tossed his phone back into his storage ring.

“Uncle, how is there internet in the secret realm?”

“Because I wanted there to be.”

The principle of the spiritual network differs from that of the previous life’s internet; its essence relies on a magic treasure capable of covering the entire Central Continent, so with minor adjustments, it can be connected.

Moreover, given the rank of this secret realm, that magic treasure could not detect its specific conditions.

Such a powerful justification left Chi Jiuyu with no rebuttal.

“...Then what should I do next?”

She summoned her life blade.

“Simple,” Xu Xing gestured with one hand.

Her life blade flew from her grasp and slowly rose, as if lifted by unseen hands; the surrounding Tongxuan grass swayed gently, thin red currents rising from their leaves and drifting toward the ascending sword.

Chi Jiuyu looked up helplessly until the life blade reached the peak of Jianfeng.

The red energy spiraled around the emerald-gold blade, occasionally one strand merging into it.

The blade trembled slightly, as if fed a potent elixir; as its master, Chi Jiuyu could feel the life blade’s spirit rejoicing with delight.

“That’s sufficient for nurturing it.”

This is the optimal method for sword cultivators to elevate their life blades.

But be cautious: do not allow the blade’s spirit to surpass its master too greatly, or you risk the awkward situation of “a child swinging a giant hammer and injuring himself.”

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Outside Xuanjian City, an ancient-style flying vessel cut through the clouds at tremendous speed.

Flying vessels were the most common manned flight artifacts in ancient cultivation circles, and even today, they remain the most prevalent in the Central Continent.

Beyond personal preferences of cultivators, this is because the manufacturing techniques for flying vessels have long been highly refined.

Some newer flight artifacts simply cannot match the performance or cost-efficiency of flying vessels.

A pale golden, translucent barrier encircled the vessel, swirling with illusory runes that blocked turbulent air currents while offering moderate defense.

On the spacious deck, several figures chatted merrily; each appeared young, dressed in different styles of immortal sect uniforms, their cultivation bases between Golden Core and Nascent Soul.

They were a group of young disciples from various immortal sects.

“We’ll reach Xuanjian City soon. What are your plans?”

The speaker had a handsome face, clad in a green wide-sleeved robe, a jade tablet hanging at his waist engraved with two bold characters—Ji Shi.

He was a Pill Alchemist from Ji Shi Valley, at mid-Nascent Soul.

Pill alchemy has always been a highly profitable profession, pursued by countless cultivators.

How many cultivators can go their entire lives without consuming pills?

“If no other matters, why not find a place to test our skills and mutually validate our cultivation?”

“Excellent. I humbly request your guidance, and later I hope to learn your alchemy techniques.”

“Of course, of course.”

“Your suggestion is indeed sound. Everyone knows Ji Shi Valley’s pill alchemy is peerless—until the last Immortal Sect Competition, we only realized their combat arts are equally top-tier.”

“You flatter me. In combat arts, Ling Yin Fang’s techniques are slightly superior.”

The Artificer from Shen Ji Lian Bao Pavilion had intended to speak, but hearing this, he fell silent.

In the last Immortal Sect Competition, He Huan Sect came last, Shen Ji Lian Bao Pavilion second-to-last, and Ji Shi Valley third-to-last.

The hammer-wielding artificer had been trampled by pill-makers—utterly humiliating.

Still, he showed enough courtesy not to ruin the mood.

They exchanged flattery, and for a while, the atmosphere was harmonious.

“We are all young disciples of immortal sects. Though we pale beside our senior brothers and sisters, this trial of skill might be called the ‘Immortal Sect Minor Competition,’” said another alchemist from Ji Shi Valley.

“Don’t put on airs—you don’t even know your own weight, do you?”

Everyone froze, then turned to glare at a body cultivator sitting in the corner. What the hell! We’re just chatting and joking—why ruin it with blunt truth? Don’t you know how hurtful that is?!

“Sorry, sorry—I couldn’t help it,” the body cultivator from Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect apologized repeatedly. “I’m used to it back at the sect.”

He remembered the bizarre environment of Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect.

Forget it. Not worth arguing with him.

They ignored him, wanting to resume the previous topic, but couldn’t bring themselves to continue.

After a long silence, someone broke it—the disciple from Ling Yin Fang.

“Speaking of the last Immortal Sect Competition, our senior brothers and sisters’ techniques were truly astonishing.”

“Indeed. Any one of them is beyond our reach.”

This was still a polite way to say it—every participant in the Immortal Sect Competition was a prodigy; these people might not survive a single strike.

“The path is endless. I wonder when we’ll ever attain the power of our senior brothers and sisters.”

Hearing this, another alchemist from Ji Shi Valley sighed, then encouraged: “As long as we persist in cultivation, one day we’ll surely stand beside our seniors and fight Chi Jiuyu in the Immortal Sect Competition!”

“If you walk in now and prop up your pillow, you won’t dream such absurd dreams tonight.”

Fuck your dad!

What did I ever do to you? Why do you always target me?!

The body cultivator looked deeply embarrassed—he clearly couldn’t hold back again.

“Senior brothers, don’t stop me!”

The alchemist rolled up his sleeves and stormed toward the body cultivator.

Halfway there, he turned back.

Wait—you’re really not stopping me? The body cultivator rose slowly, walking forward; his towering frame loomed a full head taller, radiating overwhelming pressure.

Though body cultivators are called brutes, that means they’re genuinely terrifying in combat.

“Truly sorry, friend,” the body cultivator did not strike, but spoke sincerely. “If you’re upset, why not hit me?”

“No, no need.”

“Don’t worry—without techniques, you can’t even hurt me.”

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In that moment, he truly wanted to jump off the flying vessel.

Sect records said ancient body cultivators were silent types—only capable of charging forward blindly.

But since the “Zhi Ge” arena was created, Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect gradually became absurd.

Who the hell invented that damn arena?!…………

In the hospital, Huo stood at the highest point, expression calm, eyes swirling with countless flickering images.

There were the immortal sect disciples on the flying vessel, racing toward Xuanjian City.

There was Zhang Yunlu in her classroom, pondering sword techniques.

There was Jiang Yujiu, the He Huan Sect charm cultivator, in her hotel room.

There was Xiao Fan, whom he personally elevated, who stole the Cang Cang Clan’s fortune and received heavenly favor.

The talented young disciple from Jianzong was nowhere to be seen—he must be with Dao Brother.

Dao Brother’s emergence from seclusion was itself a “force.” Among the Seven Immortal Sects, regardless of cultivation level, someone would inevitably come to follow this tide.

As things stand now, Xiao Fan clearly holds the greatest advantage—but…

“So what if heaven favors him?”

If heavenly favor alone could determine everything, the Central Continent would not be ruled by humans today.

The future remains unknown.

Please collect and follow! (End of chapter)