Chapter 139: Chen Zheng: This Time I Became a Beggar?

At the foot of the massive Five Finger Mountain, people stood everywhere.

News of the Land of the Five Elements appearing in the world was vigorously spread by Jiuding Pavilion, causing a stir throughout the Xuan Huang Xuan Xuan Huang Da Shijie Shijie Xuan Xuan Huang Da Shijie Shijie, attracting countless Free Cultivators and people from all major sects who rushed there in a scramble.

Especially, those at the Shentong Fifth Level Tianren Realm were the most numerous.

Cultivators of this realm urgently needed a large amount of Five Elements vital energy to fully refine their Five Elements Shentong and to condense a life talisman.

Its attraction to them was lethal.

Cultivators above the Shentong Fifth Level were few, essentially the leaders of each group.

They came not to absorb Five Elements vital energy, but to protect their juniors and prevent mishaps.

The various demonic beasts of the Land of the Five Elements were indeed very powerful.

"What exactly is the talisman stuck on Five Finger Mountain? What do the six characters on it mean?"

"Those six characters resemble Buddhist script; perhaps they were written by a great Buddhist adept and possess suppressing power."

"Buddhist sect? It is said that hundreds of thousands of years ago, our Xuan Huang Xuan Xuan Huang Da Shijie Shijie Xuan Xuan Huang Da Shijie Shijie indeed had such a sect, though we do not know why it vanished suddenly. Moreover, it is said that a demon lord is sealed on the Land of the Five Elements, apparently sealed by the Buddhist sect before its disappearance; this talisman should be the Buddhist sealing spirit talisman, whose power might be able to subdue an Ancient Giant, what a pity."

The crowd looked at the six‑word mantra talisman, shaking their heads and sighing.

Among them were a few old acquaintances of Chen Zheng.

For example, Mo Shuai Ying Tianqing.

He showed none of the embarrassment from last time at Wan Gui Sea Market when Chen Zheng stripped him naked; now he stood, hands behind his back, at the center of a white bone lotus, with a cold, proud demeanor.

His strength was also far greater than before; having passed the Wind‑Fire Great Tribulation, he had reached the eighth level of Shentong, his progress truly rapid.

He is a son of the Primordial Great Emperor, never lacking resources, and after being heavily struck by Chen Zheng, he returned to the Primordial Demon Sect, redoubled his efforts, so his breakthrough was quite natural.

However, regarding the six‑word mantra talisman on Five Finger Mountain, he could do nothing; after several attempts he could not peel it off.

Not only him; the others, regardless of how high their cultivation, exhausted all efforts yet could not peel it off.

Even the members of Star Gate joined forces to activate a Dao artifact, hoping to capture the six‑word mantra talisman or even uproot the entire Five Finger Mountain, but all ended in failure.

It is worth noting that the Dao artifact the Star Gate members activated was Xing Yun Baobao's Sun‑Moon Five‑Star Bracelet.

At some point that bracelet had become a Dao artifact.

"If Brother Chen Zheng were here, he would surely be able to peel that talisman off."

Within the Star Gate camp, Xing Yun Baobao turned his plump head around, scanning the crowd as if searching for Chen Zheng's figure.

"Even an Ancient Giant cannot move that talisman; how could Chen Zheng peel it off? Xing Yun Baobao, your praising him is excessive," someone sneered from beside.

He was a slender man, ranked seventh among Star Gate's true disciples, called Seventh Senior Brother; star energy surged around him like tides, and as he inhaled and exhaled, clusters of star clouds formed above his head, a spectacular sight.

"Seventh Senior Brother, your words are really annoying; if Brother Chen Zheng finds out, watch out for his slap that could send you flying," Xing Yun Baobao glared at Seventh Senior Brother, puffed up.

Seventh Senior Brother felt a chill in his heart upon hearing that.

A man's name, a tree's shadow.

Chen Zheng, whose talent surpasses all ages, rose like a proud sun since his birth, illuminating endless mountains and rivers, forging countless legends.

He was naturally rather wary.

The earlier remark was merely a retort to Xing Yun Baobao, a rebuttal for its own sake, not truly meant to denigrate Chen Zheng.

But now, blocked by Xing Yun Baobao's words and with many fellow disciples beside him, he felt his face could not stay composed, and he stuck out his neck, sneering, "Is that so? Then I'll stand here and see how Chen Zheng's slap can send me flying!"

"This is the first time I've heard anyone make such a request," a faint voice drifted from afar.

Seventh Senior Brother froze, anger flaring.

Who dares mock me like that?

What audacity!

He suddenly twisted his head toward the source of the voice and saw a tall, upright young man walking from not far away.

Where the youth passed, the crowd of heroes were startled, bowing their heads to make way; even Ying Tianqing's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze evasive, as if the youth inherently exuded a terrifying aura that chilled people, making them dare not look directly.

"Hmm?"

Seventh Senior Brother slightly furrowed his brows.

He seemed somewhat familiar.

Perhaps I had seen him in a portrait before?

"Brother Chen Zheng!"

Xing Yun Baobao's delighted voice rang out, causing Seventh Senior Brother's body to tremble wildly, his eyes suddenly widening; how could he not know who the youth was?

It was over.

He tried to beg for mercy, but Chen Zheng stepped forward and flung a huge ear‑shaped palm.

With a slap, a blood‑red handprint was left on Seventh Senior Brother's cheek, and he was flung like a dead dog, soaring into a mountain thousands of li away, where he was buried under collapsing rocks.

Seeing this scene, the heroes were terrified.

The members of Star Gate were even more trembling.

Seventh Senior Brother was an Ancient Giant, with mighty magical power and a formidable reputation, yet Chen Zheng's single slap sent him flying, leaving his fate uncertain—truly terrifying.

"Xing Yun Baobao, it's been a while; you've already reached the Shen Tong Mi Jing, not bad, not bad," Chen Zheng clapped his hands, smiling as he patted Xing Yun Baobao's big head.

"My modest cultivation is nowhere near Brother Chen Zheng's."

Compared to before, Xing Yun Baobao not only gained a layer of fat, seeming much more mature, and when he speaks he sounds like a little adult.

He glanced at the distant mountain that buried Seventh Senior Brother and hesitated, "Brother Chen Zheng, my Seventh Senior Brother..."

"I have restraint; I left him a breath of life, and when you dig him out later you can revive him."

Chen Zheng waved his hand, his gaze fixed on Five Finger Mountain; with a flick of his finger a surge of magical power shot out, coalescing into a massive hand like a meteor chasing the moon, reaching for the talisman affixed at the mountain's center.

The talisman was dozens of zhang long and over a person wide, as thick as a horsehair rope, and the six large characters on it exuded a palpable pressure.

"Chen Zheng also seeks to claim that Buddhist sealing spirit talisman; he is extraordinary, and may succeed."

"Earlier Mo Shuai and the Star Gate members activated a Dao artifact, yet they couldn't move the talisman a fraction; even Chen Zheng, no matter how powerful, couldn't do it, right?"

「He estimated that he would encounter the power attack inside the talisman, possibly even be injured, even killed. 」

Everyone watched Chen Zheng's mighty magical hand, their spiritual thoughts intertwining; some thought Chen Zheng could succeed, while others remained doubtful.

Especially Ying Tianqing, fists clenched tightly, eager to see Chen Zheng fail.

Last time returning from Myriad Return Sea City to the Primordial Devil Sect, he had fallen into a slump for a while.

He not only lacked Chen Zheng's strength and appearance, fearing he could never compete with Fang Qingxue.

However, his father the Primordial Great Emperor told him that although those blessed with great fortune like Chen Zheng usually sail smoothly, a single failure would cause them to lose the favor of fortune and become utterly thwarted.

Ying Tianqing believed this without doubt.

Unfortunately, to his disappointment, Chen Zheng's mighty magical hand flew to the edge of the talisman, snatched it away in one grasp, and flew back with it.

「What? 」

Many people were dazed.

「Isn't it said that the Myriad Ancient Giant cannot lift that Soul-Sealing Talisman? 」

Why could Chen Zheng succeed so easily?

No one could figure it out.

Chen Zheng didn't care whether anyone could figure it out; he caught the flying-back talisman.

Six-Character Mantra Talisman, got it!

Mood relaxed.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Chen Zheng was about to store the talisman in the Chaos Space when waves of rippling fluctuations suddenly came from above everyone's heads.

「Who? 」

Everyone snapped out of their shock, looked up, and saw a huge circular star ring suddenly appear in the void above.

The outer ring of the star ring radiated brilliant divine light, while the center was empty, like a hole, from which surged a vast aura that shook time and space, as well as endless flower petals, each crystal clear and fragrant, fluttering like the blossoms of the Great Dao blooming in the void.

Young men and women walked out from the sky-filling flower rain, a total of forty-nine, wearing long robes that burst with surging starlight, dignified and lofty, looking down on all.

The aura emanating from the forty-nine people was extraordinary, giving a feeling of round and shining like a vajra bead spinning under a lamp, clearly the manifestation of having cultivated the seventh level of divine ability.

Moreover, their clothing, ornaments, shoes, and other items were all supreme treasures!

「Who are these people? 」

The crowd below was shocked again and again.

So many Ancient Giants, so many supreme treasures—they could hardly imagine it.

Like the Feather Ascension Sect that Chen Zheng belongs to, there are only Hua Tiandu, Jialan, Lingxiao, Fang Qingxue, Meng Shaobai, and that most mysterious Feng Yaoguang, making a total of six core disciples at Golden Core realm and above.

Other major powers of the Ten Immortal Dao Sects are similar, definitely not exceeding ten.

Even the number one Taiyi Sect under heaven has only twenty or thirty core disciples at Golden Core realm and above.

Yet in the sky, forty-nine suddenly appeared, all wearing the same style of star robes, obviously belonging to the same power.

What kind of terrifying power could cultivate so many powerful and wealthy disciples?

Especially the leading man among the forty-nine, seated on a magnificent throne, surrounded by the Ancient Giants like stars holding the moon, his bearing towering and unmoving, with rings of vast star rings rotating behind him, displaying supreme majesty, like a deity.

「Kid, I will grant you a reward. Otherwise, whether you are immortal or demon, you will be slain. 」

Beside the magnificent throne, a tall woman looked down from above, her sharp gaze falling on Chen Zheng, high and mighty, as if an empress bestowing alms on the lowest beggar.

(End of chapter)