Chapter 163

High in the sky,

the handsome youth's forehead had a hole, and he fell into the sea with a splash, devoid of any life aura.

The eighteen magic treasure embryos, capable of crushing a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator into slag, suddenly dimmed in spiritual light; the formation patterns disappeared, and they turned into dead objects, falling along with their master.

Jiang Ding tapped his feet lightly on the sea surface, avoiding the falling steles.

"A pity..."

He looked at Xu Jianian's corpse with some regret.

If this were a real battlefield, his net worth would have instantly skyrocketed dozens of times over; the wealth of a Nascent Soul descendant was absolutely beyond imagination.

Of course, being personally hunted down by a Nascent Soul True Person was another matter.

Between heaven and earth, the phantom of the azure giant tree rising from the ground slowly faded, as if it had never appeared.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged in the waves, closing his eyes to rest.

Immortal Capital,

terrifying pressure spread in all directions.

The space-based mothership, existing in some unknown half-space, slowly activated, revealing a giant cannon with a caliber of over ten thousand millimeters, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several hundred miles frantically gathered here.

The Immortal Capital's super defensive formation was triggered, and formation patterns lit up in the sea of clouds.

"Warning, unauthorized spell fluctuations detected, please stop, stop immediately..."

The formation spirit's cold mechanical voice came continuously.

"Senior!"

"Senior Mie Ri!"

"Look clearly! You must look clearly!"

True Person Dinghai Zhang Zhen felt he was going crazy, grabbing the yellow-haired man's neck and shaking him hard: "This person is not a successor of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, a Great Sun Sword Child, he is a citizen of the Immortal Sect!"

"Immortal Sect citizen!"

"Can you hear what I'm saying?!"

"Citizen your mother's ass!"

The yellow-haired man's eyes turned blood-red at some point; he pushed him away and said ferociously: "Top-tier sword intent, comprehended during the mortal stage—I can smell this kind of Great Sun Sword Pavilion sword stench from five million kilometers away, and you're telling me this is an Immortal Sect citizen??!"

"You big idiot!"

"Get lost!"

"Let me fire a shot, and I'll give you one percent of the merit points!"

Not just here, in the secluded cultivation places of high-tier cultivators throughout the Immortal Sect, at least a dozen space-based mothership main cannons were rapidly charging, aiming at the direction of Rongcheng, where the soul aura of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion sword child was located.

A terrifying world-destroying catastrophe could descend at any moment.

These were old cultivators who had experienced racial blood wars; their sensitivity to this kind of soul aura had penetrated into their spirits, and they might not forget it even through reincarnation.

"Warning!!!"

Finally, amidst this terrifying aura that was almost about to trigger an Immortal Sect civil war, the central formation spirit computer responded, and terrifying pressure descended, covering the sky and earth, landing on the old ghosts like the yellow-haired man.

"Without authorization, it is forbidden to display Nascent Soul-level spell fluctuations within the Immortal Sect!!!"

"Okay."

The yellow-haired man, whom True Person Dinghai Zhang Zhen could not wake up no matter what, gave a start, the blood color filling his eyes disappeared, and he became very well-behaved, but still unconvinced:

"I have also seen the results of the Immortal Sect's rescue excavation of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; there are sporadic results, but compared to the sword-path high-rise that once pierced the sky and reached deep into the starry sky, it doesn't even count as a thatched cottage; there isn't even a simple system!"

"Under these circumstances, someone has done what only the Great Sun Sword Children of the past could do during the mortal stage."

"I seriously suspect!!!"

The yellow-haired man raised his hand and reported: "There are Great Sun Sword Pavilion old monsters who haven't died out, lurking in the Immortal Sect, I apply for a thorough investigation!"

True Person Dinghai showed a serious expression.

The opinions of these old cultivators who had experienced cruel racial blood wars could absolutely not be ignored.

"Application approved."

The central formation spirit computer's cold mechanical voice came.

"Citizen Li Ritian, ID number... 59, unauthorized aiming of a high-lethality weapon at an Immortal Sect citizen, it is recommended to treat this as drunk driving, sentencing you to six months of imprisonment; please go to a nearby prison to serve your sentence."

"This recommendation has been submitted to the Immortal Capital Supreme Court; if you have any objections, please apply for an administrative review."

"I have no objections."

The yellow-haired man muttered.

The dozen or so Immortal Sect disturbances and the huge chaos triggered by them gradually calmed down.

The residents of Rongcheng knew nothing about the fact that they had been targeted by over a dozen Nascent Soul-level space-based mothership main cannons and had nearly been vaporized.

Inside the Grand Void Illusion spectator plaza, everything was silent.

"What... what the hell is this!"

"He's just a martial artist, a martial artist!"

Li Tie and the others widened their eyes, thinking they had fallen into a hallucination; one of them pinched a buddy next to him, who immediately let out a mournful scream.

"Could Xu Jianian's Foundation Establishment combat power be fake?"

Rongcheng,

"Sword-path phenomenon, sword-path phenomenon..."

Hua Zhengtian, who was also closely following his daughter's college entrance exam, stared at the azure giant tree and whispered: "An Immortal Sect cultivator, how could he produce such a thing at sixteen? It doesn't make sense!"

"A peerless sword-path prodigy born in the Immortal Sect that destroyed the strongest sword-path sect?"

"Is this a joke?"

At this moment, all the Rongcheng Foundation Establishment cultivators remembered the phenomenon that had affected a hundred miles that day.

At home.

"Mom!"

Jiang Yuan shouted: "That tree in the sky last time was created by Jiang Ding, I said why it looked so familiar; he dared not tell me, when he comes back I must snatch the little tree!"

The adults did not answer her, all of them lost in a daze.

"Primordial stage slays Foundation Establishment!"

"My god!"

"Could it be that a Nascent Soul or even Soul Transformation cultivator is about to appear in our family?!"

Lin Yong muttered to himself.

"A thousand years later, or even ten thousand years later, we will all have turned into ashes, or even the ashes will be gone, yet there will still be a relative of ours living in this world..."

Thinking of this scene, for some reason, he had the urge to shed tears.

"Wanqiu, is this really your biological child?"

Old Master Lin Gang couldn't help but say: "Our family's bloodline isn't that strong, right? Think about it, was he adopted by mistake or something?"

"Dad!"

Lin Wanqiu glared at him, but she herself fell into doubt, recalling the scene of Jiang Ding's birth over and over again.

"Impossible!"

"He looks very much like me, his personality is also like mine, his martial arts talent... is also like mine, he is definitely biological!"

"Dad, don't get caught up in bloodline theory; even Nascent Soul children don't all have good talent, and it's not strange for geniuses to appear in ordinary families."

Lin Wanqiu was completely certain.

"Sis, this isn't as simple as a genius..."

Lin Yong was overjoyed.

"You have entered the top fifteen."

"Round sixty-three, Ou Daocheng."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and the flying sword flew out instantly, slashing at a small gray meta-magnetic mountain; the sword shadow deformed slightly, and a blur flew out.

A round, chubby man walked out from it.

One, two, three... a total of twelve gray meta-magnetic mountains unfolded in sequence beside him, and the intense meta-magnetic fluctuations twisted the surrounding air into transparent ripples.

"Hi! Great Sun Sword Child!"

The round chubby man Ou Daocheng greeted him: "I'm sure I won't go out even if I die, how about we two call it a draw?"

"Great Sun Sword Child?"

Jiang Ding frowned.

"Don't call me Great Sun Sword Child."

"Okay, Great Sun Sword Child, how about we draw?"

(End of chapter)