Chapter 645: Draw the Sword to Sever Soul Transformation

Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun is still the same.

He looks like a yellow-haired guy dyed at some street-side salon, yellow with black mixed in, his skin as pale as someone who stayed in an internet cafe for seven days and seven nights, wearing a leather jacket, ripped pants below, and a pair of sneakers from who-knows-which era on his feet.

"You guys are..."

Li Ritian's face was blank, staring at Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others' yellow hair, suddenly feeling his thoughts in chaos.

No way,

in less than a hundred short years, the demonic wind of fashion trends in the Immortal Sect has blown this far?

"Senior Miei Ri!"

"Your aesthetic sense truly transcends the times, piercing through the river of time, unmatched by anyone."

Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun shook the yellow hair on his head and flattered, "See, look at this curly yellow hair, how beautiful, how handsome; if I had your aesthetic sense back then, marrying a fairy would have been a breeze, just a snap of the fingers."

"You are the guiding light on my life's path!"

He sighed with the rhythm of a poem.

"Stop!"

"Don't disgust me."

Li Ritian suddenly felt a chill, stroking his hair, unimpressed: "Your one-eyed ferocious appearance has nothing to do with fashion trends."

"This is insulting my art!"

"It's true, I suddenly awakened my aesthetic consciousness..."

Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun forced a defense.

"Enough, stop the nonsense!"

"Speak."

Li Ritian said helplessly, "Don't disgust me, what do you want?"

"Let me say first, I just promoted, my pockets are empty, not a single coin, don't think I'll give any rewards, I don't even know where my next meal is coming from."

"Wait, I remember after promoting to Canghai Tianjun, the Immortal Sect provides a support fund..."

Someone said gloomily, exposing the truth.

The Immortal Sect wouldn't let a Canghai Tianjun be truly this poor; it's unreasonable, the annual military budget allocated is astronomical, and policy biases make people drool.

"Not much."

"Really, not much."

Li Ritian covered his old storage bag, looking at them warily: "If you dare to target my wallet, are you kids itching for a beating?"

"No, no."

Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun smiled awkwardly, seeming regretful.

"Senior Miei Ri,"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun took the opportunity to speak: "Can you take us to see the Immortal Arts? Just ten times, the total cost won't take many years, at most a hundred or so, very brief."

"Immortal Arts?!"

"What Immortal Arts?"

Li Ritian was shocked, incredulous.

"It is Immortal Arts."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun quickly shared recent events in the Immortal Sect with the past.

"Hiss..."

"Impressive."

After seeing it, Li Ritian's heart surged: "Which fierce person is this strong, actually bringing Immortal Arts to the Immortal Sect, almost one-third as handsome as me..."

"If we can truly digest and utilize it, the Immortal Sect's combat strength might rise a level; once I finish here, I must go see it immediately, let Master Canghai guide me."

"So you agreed?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun immediately interjected.

"Agreed? Fine."

Li Ritian rolled his eyes: "You schemed for this, didn't you? Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, but ten times is out of the question; one time each is enough, and I still need to familiarize myself with Soul Transformation stage cultivation first."

"Senior Miei Ri is mighty!"

"I knew someone as generous as Senior Miei Ri couldn't be stingy!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others were overjoyed, showering Li Ritian with flattery so fast it made his face flush red.

"Senior Miei Ri, we want some too!"

While speaking, after one or two breaths, Lie Xing Master Dinghai Zhenjun from Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou University, Dong Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun from the army, and others finally arrived, shouting.

"You guys?"

"Too late, I don't have that much time."

Li Ritian rolled his eyes.

"Senior Miei Ri..."

"Don't!"

Lie Xing Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Dong Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others wore tearful faces, tears glistening in their eyes, looking at the Canghai Tianjun before them with the aggrieved gaze of injured small animals.

Motionless, just staring.

"..."

After staring for a few minutes, Li Ritian couldn't take it anymore and said helplessly: "Release thirty more spots, you guys draw randomly; I really have no time, I still need to stabilize my cultivation, switch Gong Fa, cultivate Soul Transformation stage spells, accelerate industrial layout, these..."

"Spare me!"

"Thank you, Senior Miei Ri!"

Lie Xing Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and the others finally put away their wounded-animal expressions and said cheerfully.

"By the way, where is our Great Sun Sword Disciple? Is he well now?"

Li Ritian asked offhandedly.

"He has reached the mid-stage of Jin Dan."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun hurriedly replied, "He is here too; he is just a bit slow. You will see him in a moment."

"Mid-stage Jin Dan?"

"It hasn't even been a hundred years, has it?"

Li Ritian was stunned and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If he hadn't advanced, he suspected he would be beaten across realms by the Great Sun Sword Disciple again at any time, and the boast he had just made would instantly burst.

"Yes."

Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun said cautiously, "He is becoming more and more like that now. Please restrain your instincts a bit."

"The last time I saw him, I nearly blasted him out with a single shot; this is because I am young and have only participated in the Taiyin Sword Sect War."

His combat instinct reaction was still relatively weak.

"Rest assured."

"My control over magic power and divine sense is not something you younglings can compare to."

Li Ritian dismissed it and said offhandedly.

Just then, his gaze sharpened.

On the horizon, the figure of a youth in green robes appeared.

The sixteen-year-old youth was handsome, and concealment spells constantly surrounded him, but from the Canghai Tianjun's perspective, what was seen was not a person.

It was a blue-gold heavenly sword piercing straight into the sky!

The sharp aura of destruction, law-annihilation, and law-prohibition blocked out the sun and moon, shook the star river, and caused the birth and death of myriad years within the Zhu Zai Gao Jie domain.

Though in a youthful state, he was already sufficient to slay a Nascent Soul and was the sole heir apparent of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

This aura characteristic was too obvious; almost no thought was required.

"Great Sun..."

At Li Ritian's chest, a sword-shaped scar that had severed his heart and breastbone throbbed faintly.

Vaguely, he recalled how in past years his teacher, parents, classmates, lover, and relatives had seen their warships shatter and their bodies and souls perish beneath such sword lights.

He himself had also approached death countless times beneath that sword light, relying on the Immortal Sect for treatment and struggling for over three thousand years before recovering.

His fingers unconsciously formed a spell, and his soul moved accordingly.

Boom!

The spiritual energy of the ten-thousand-li star sea and the heavens suddenly grew restless; the sea of clouds split open, revealing a ten-thousand-meter giant cannon that roared, transforming into a destructive, scorching Bai Chong Guang that descended from the sky, a wide-area indiscriminate covering attack extremely suitable for eliminating sword cultivators with weak defenses.

It came entirely from the subconscious, from instinct.

No thought had passed through it.

"I... damn!"

In the distance, Jiang Ding was speaking with the person beside him when an endless, chilling cold suddenly enveloped his body and mind.

His entire soul erupted with sound; the Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed and vibrated, frantically warning him of his current situation.

So what if he is the heir apparent of the Domain Ruler?

If he has not fully grown, what can be done when others beat you across two realms, or even three?

"Kill!"

At the moment of life and death, boundless killing intent surged in Jiang Ding's heart; his entire body's magic power burned like fire, accompanied by endless thunderous sounds.

Clang!

Amidst the sword cry, a sword-qi thunder-sound channel appeared between his vast, ocean-like soul and the flying sword; the space changed, and resistance decreased drastically.

"Sword Nine!"

By instinct, Jiang Ding used the most suitable countermeasure; perceiving with his instincts, the person before him did not possess profound sword art attainment and could not crush sword art flaws with technique.

Boom!

Boom-boom!

A wheel of destructive Great Sun rose, followed by a second, a third... a ninth; they roared along the sword-qi thunder-sound channel, driven by the Infant-Treasure-grade Taiqing Flying Sword, charging toward an irresistible, inescapable, powerful target with a resolve to die, a desperate charge with no return!

At this moment of life and death, wills of law-annihilation and destruction appeared within the nine wheels of Great Sun; sword art obstacles that had plagued him for decades were partially overcome in the fusion of sword art and sword intent, and the power increased dramatically.

This sword strike,

was sufficient to slay multiple Yu Qianzis of the present in an instant.