Chapter 408: Map (Requesting Monthly Votes)

"Two swords, slaying two Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Qian Zunzhe and Li Zunzhe exchanged a glance, both utterly terrified.

This was not merely the work of a Nascent Soul Tianzun—it was something only a true Void Refinement powerhouse could accomplish!

Yet any Void Refinement powerhouse would be rejected by the Qianyuan Great Realm.

Even if one used secret techniques to suppress their cultivation and forcibly remain, they could only linger for a brief time before being forced to ascend.

But this one was clearly different!

He truly seemed to be nothing more than a Nascent Soul beginner.

Yet the intimidation he carried was even more terrifying!

Fang Xing acted as if he noticed nothing, flicking his sleeve to send two spell seals flying, lifting several items before him.

Besides Sun Zunzhe's storage bag, there were the remains of a fifth-rank jiao dragon, its core, and that Abyssal Bowl!

"The Radiant Sun Palace really has no shortage of treasures…"

Fang Xing sighed, yet found it perfectly reasonable.

The Radiant Sun cultivation realm's scale rivals that of the Hanhai cultivation realm, and even if the three holy sites of the Hanhai realm pooled their resources, they'd still possess several sixth-rank artifacts.

For the Abyssal Bowl to be sixth-rank is perfectly normal.

His spiritual sense slipped inside, revealing an army of demonic beasts as vast as mountains and seas.

Most were dead or grievously wounded, yet two jiao dragons—one yellow, one white—though their scales shattered and blood stained the ocean, still moved actively, bowing their heads in submission.

"Added a fish tank, with two little dragons inside—quite relaxing."

Fang Xing nodded.

Qian Zunzhe and Li Zunzhe exchanged another glance, realizing their sect's treasures were certainly beyond recovery.

Even so, they still had to force smiles.

Li Zunzhe bowed gracefully: "I am Li Qingyu. Thank you, Daoist, for saving our lives… Should you have any demands, the entire Radiant Sun Palace will strive to fulfill them."

Cultivators have this one advantage—they're never rigid; they know when to yield.

Since ancient times, those who know when to yield are the true heroes!

"Don't thank me yet—after all… the Beggar Tianzun died by my sword."

Fang Xing smiled sweetly, uttering words that turned the two Nascent Soul cultivators' faces pale.

"So Brother Hua offended you… he truly deserved his fate… The Radiant Sun Palace is willing to make restitution."

Qian Zunzhe's smile froze, then he forced himself to speak.

"Good. Excellent!"

Fang Xing clapped his hands and laughed: "Then hand over the Radiant Sun cultivation realm and the entire Radiant Sun Palace to me. Oh, and you two—if you wish to live, open your spiritual cores and let me plant a restriction. Otherwise, you die."

At these words, Li Zunzhe and Qian Zunzhe's expressions changed drastically, feeling as if they'd driven away a wolf only to invite a tiger through the back door.

"Sir… aren't you being a little too cruel?"

Li Zunzhe summoned a silver-glowing talisman; the Dao Soldier formation reformed instantly, its solemn aura shaking the surroundings.

"Oh? You should be quite accustomed to this, shouldn't you?"

Fang Xing wore just the right look of confusion: "You implant restrictions on your disciples with superior spiritual roots, turning them into Dao Soldiers… now it's your turn. Isn't this simply the cycle of Heaven's Dao? Why play the helpless maiden, inviting ridicule?"

He raised the rusted iron sword and slashed casually!

Shhh!

One sword shattered the void!

The void shattered and entangled with the silver talisman; within a hundred li, space became a chaotic maelstrom.

Within the chaos, a single crimson sword qi emerged.

It carried the absolute will to shatter ten thousand arts, slicing through Li Zunzhe's body and spiritual core…

Boom!

The Dao Soldier formation collapsed violently; the direct-line Yuan Ying and Golden Core cultivators turned pale, then a sword mark appeared on their Golden Cores and Yuan Yings—dead instantly.

The remaining Dao Soldiers spat out a mouthful of essence blood, their spirits withered.

"Either accept being a dog, or have your head cut off by my sword!"

Fang Xing turned to the last remaining Nascent Soul Zunzhe of the Radiant Sun Palace: "What is your choice?"

Qian Zunzhe's face was filled with helplessness; finally, he bowed his head: "I pay homage to my Lord…"

…

Several days later.

Qiong Xianzi returned from inspecting the Radiant Sun Palace's assets, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

The Radiant Sun Palace alone controlled an entire cultivation realm, monopolizing all spiritual veins and resources—its holdings dwarfed those of the Piaomiao Immortal Palace, at least several times larger.

"Young Master…"

She stood beside Fang Xing, striving to seem useful: "I've inspected all fifth-rank spiritual herb gardens; all useful fifth-rank herbs have been sealed away…"

"After Qian Zunzhe was implanted with the restriction, he became extremely cooperative… we've now inventoried the sect's main reserves; the supreme-grade spiritual stones total…"

Fang Xing waved his hand: "No need to report numbers. Do as you see fit…"

The restriction planted in Qian Zunzhe's spiritual core was primarily derived from the Heavenly Demon Nine Strategies, further refined with insights from the Ten Thousand Hearts Scripture—no Void Refinement powerhouse could remove it.

Qian Zunzhe naturally had no choice but to submit, entirely at Fang Xing's mercy.

It was as if he were exhausting the Radiant Sun Palace's resources to please Fang Xing.

Fang Xing now counted his own sixth-rank artifacts—he had more than enough, so he had no interest in mere spiritual stones.

Aside from fifth-rank cultivation resources, which he must personally inspect, everything else could be entrusted to Qiong Xianzi. He said no more, walking to the peak of the Radiant Sun Palace.

A thousand-foot cliff rose sheer on all sides, with howling Gang winds and countless restrictions.

Qian Zunzhe led the way, gazing at the shimmering restrictions, filled with deep regret.

Had the three Nascent Soul Zunzhe not fallen into internal strife after the Beggar Tianzun's death—if they'd united instead—they might have used the Nine Dragons Supporting the Sun Formation, along with the many sixth-rank treasures and talismans left by their ancestors, to resist Fang Xing.

Of course, it was far too late now.

He did not know that even under such circumstances, Fang Xing could easily break the deadlock.

After all… no one could imagine he had searched the Beggar Tianzun's memories!

Even a Void Refinement powerhouse would find it no simple task to search the spiritual core of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

One can only say the Great Sun Tathagata Spell was too cheap.

Fang Xing's favorite thing was using high-tech from other worlds to crush local natives.

The Great Sun Tathagata Spell was like this; the Ten Thousand Hearts Secret Art was the same.

The radically different restriction completely eliminated any possibility of Qian Zunzhe seeking outside help or betraying him.

Even with guidance from a higher realm powerhouse, it might not be breakable!

This was Fang Xing's confidence!

He reached the summit and saw only solitude—just one ancient wooden ancestral hall stood alone.

"This is our ancestral hall…"

Qian Zunzhe explained: "Inside the ancestral hall, three 'Prayer Incense' sticks remain… Combined with the sect's sixth-rank formation, there's a void node above this land. Though too dangerous to allow cultivators to sneak into the spiritual realm, it can still transmit messages—Brother Hua's orders from above came from here…"

Fang Xing nodded. Not only that—he knew the Prayer Incense was extremely difficult to make, many ingredients extinct; the Radiant Sun Palace had only three chances left to contact the higher realm.

Moreover, after using the Prayer Incense to establish contact, if a higher realm cultivator was willing to pay a great price, they could even transmit certain items downward.

Of course, the higher the rank, the greater the cost.

Transmitting a cultivator downward consumed even more terrifying resources.

Essentially, bringing down a single Void Refinement beginner required resources enough to forge a single Combination Realm cultivator—and there was still a chance of failure!

Only true spiritual realm great powers could afford it.

'Of course, now that the Immortal Mansion Treasures have appeared… their value far exceeds that of a Combination Realm cultivator. Perhaps a great power will send someone down.'

Fang Xing knew this well, yet felt not the slightest fear.

Such external cultivators suffered the greatest oppression from the Qianyuan Great Realm—no matter their cultivation, they'd be suppressed below Void Refinement soon after descending.

Precisely because of this, great powers all chose Void Refinement beginners—minimizing the cost.

Even Fang Xing's cultivation avatar could fight such a descending powerhouse.

As for his true body?

That would be outright bullying.

'My true body now has the Death God Vessel constantly at his side, along with his understanding of cosmic laws and the Eighteen Spears of Flame… he's a powerhouse among the Ten Realms.'

'Translated into this realm's terms, he's at least equivalent to a Void Refinement late-stage cultivator.'

'And since his own cultivation is merely Nascent Soul, and the mecha is an inanimate object, the suppression he suffers is minimal…'

'A Void Refinement late-stage cultivator fighting a Void Refinement beginner—especially one in terrible condition… heh, should I deliberately lure more cultivators down to gift me treasures?'

Fang Xing's mind turned, and several fishing plans formed.

As he pondered, the three entered the ancient ancestral hall.

Qian Zunzhe bowed to the plaque, murmured a few incantations, then extended his hand.

Amidst a flash of silver light, his right hand seemed to reach into empty space, then withdrew an ancient scroll and a wooden box, offering them respectfully to Fang Xing: "My Lord, here are all three Prayer Incense sticks, and one scroll—the Qianyuan Atlas—bestowed by our ancestors from above."

Fang Xing opened the wooden box and saw three emerald incense sticks lined up, exuding ancient aura.

He nodded: "Good, good… you're quite sensible—you didn't activate the Nine Heavens, Nine Earths, Nine Origins Annihilation Demon Blood Curse in the hall… nor did you hide anything."

Qian Zunzhe broke into cold sweat: "My Lord, I would never dare…"

He had indeed entertained a thought—but remembering the restriction in his spiritual core, utterly invisible and untraceable, he abandoned it completely.

And now it seemed nothing short of luck!

This Divine Transformation Sword Elder appeared to know intimately all the traps and prohibitions known only to Divine Transformation Elders of the Lieyanggong.

If he had truly dared to act, there was no other possibility but to send himself away!

In fact, that was precisely what happened.

The "Nine Heavens, Nine Earths, Nine Origins Annihilation Demon Blood Curse" had once been maintained personally by the Divine Beggar Elder, but its critical nodes had long ago been dismantled by Fang Xing.

Today, he used it to lightly probe this Elder Qian—and also to warn him.

Fang Xing knew the Lieyanggong 's inner workings inside and out; he could not be deceived.

If the Immortal Qiong meddled, there would be entertainment to watch as well.

But now, he had no interest in other matters—he opened the "Qian Yuan Atlas"!

The entire landscape of the Qian Yuan Great Realm unfolded slowly before Fang Xing.

Immortal Qiong leaned over curiously to look, and immediately drew a sharp breath: "So vast…"

(End of Chapter)