Chapter 213: Hidden Dragon in the Mortal World, Fortune Ascends
Feeling Jiang Zhaoxia’s terrifying sword qi, Ancestor Su Xing was both shocked and exhilarated.
He completely cast Zhao Zhen to the back of his mind.
He now decided to seize Jiang Zhaoxia’s body.
Jiang Zhaoxia’s aptitude was clearly no weaker than Zhao Zhen’s, and his cultivation was even higher!
Compared to Zhao Zhen’s immortal–martial methods, he coveted Jiang Zhaoxia’s sword qi far more.
There were countless paths of immortal cultivation, and the one he most yearned for was becoming a sword cultivator.
“Youngster, then let’s see who is overestimating themselves!”
Ancestor Su Xing laughed ferociously.
He charged straight into the gale Jiang Zhaoxia unleashed.
A black iron umbrella appeared out of thin air in his hand.
As he opened it, countless black insects poured out, like a dust storm sweeping across the shattered mountain wall.
Jiang Zhaoxia raised his sword and charged forward.
Sword light flashed as the sword soul swung together with his right arm.
One man and one soul slashed out two sword qi, directly scattering the myriad black insects.
Ancestor Su Xing’s expression changed slightly.
He bent sharply at the waist, narrowly dodging the sword qi.
Before he could straighten up, Jiang Zhaoxia appeared above him and swung his sword horizontally, intending to cut him in half.
His reaction was extremely fast as he immediately raised the umbrella to block.
Clang!
Jiang Zhaoxia raised his brows.
His sword had already been refined by the Heavenly Works Hall and transformed into a true magic implement, yet with sword qi attached, it was actually blocked.
This black umbrella was not simple!
What was even less simple was this man.
He looked extremely frail, yet could maintain such terrifying combat strength.
Could this person be an existence that surpassed the ninth layer of the Nourishing Vital Energy Realm?
Thoughts flashed like lightning through Jiang Zhaoxia’s mind, but his movements did not slow.
He continued to maintain a fierce and domineering offensive, forcing Ancestor Su Xing to retreat step by step.
In the distance, Zhao Zhen saw this scene and felt admiration in his heart.
He had always known Jiang Zhaoxia was strong, a publicly acknowledged top-tier powerhouse within the sect, but this was his first time seeing Jiang Zhaoxia engage in a life-and-death battle one-on-one.
Although Jiang Zhaoxia was a sword cultivator, Zhao Zhen felt that his physical body was also formidable.
Each increase in cultivation realm strengthened one’s tendons and bones, which meant Jiang Zhaoxia’s cultivation was extremely high.
From the seventh layer to the ninth layer, it seemed like only two layers apart, but in reality, the difference was worlds apart.
At this moment, there was still one person watching the battle, and that was Qiao Dingbei, a disciple of the Free Spirit Hall.
It was he who had released the Piercing Cloud Thunder.
He used an eavesdropping talisman paper effigy to observe the fight.
Jiang Zhaoxia’s appearance made him breathe a sigh of relief.
He could not help but marvel that the sect was truly powerful, with capable people everywhere.
Jiang Zhaoxia’s strength also delighted him, completely suppressing that terrifying old man.
“Since Elder Jiang is here, this person should be as good as dead, right?”
Qiao Dingbei thought silently.
After calming his anxious emotions, he began thinking about other matters.
This old man was clearly an immortal cultivator, and his cultivation was extremely high.
Those spells were so astonishing that they left him dumbfounded.
What was this person’s background?
Could there be other immortal cultivation sects intending to oppose the Clear Sky Sect?
Boom! Boom! Boom…
The great flags of Ancestor Su Xing formed an array once more.
Thunder descended at terrifying speed, relentlessly pursuing Jiang Zhaoxia.
Jiang Zhaoxia paid it no mind at all, continuing to maintain pressure on Ancestor Su Xing.
Eighteen sword phantoms condensed around him and attacked together.
These sword phantoms were as fast as meteors, killing so fiercely that Ancestor Su Xing grew increasingly panicked.
“Supreme Sword Controlling Technique! You actually obtained the inheritance of the Supreme Sword Alliance!”
Ancestor Su Xing gritted his teeth, his tone filled with jealousy.
He finally understood why the Clear Sky Sect could rise so rapidly.
Jiang Zhaoxia ignored him.
He thrust his sword forward, sword qi surging like a long rainbow and crashing into the black umbrella.
The terrifying sword qi pressed Ancestor Su Xing so hard that he could not dodge and could only endure it head-on.
The tiger’s mouth of his hand split open, black blood seeping out, making him clench his teeth tightly.
He had not expected to be forced to this extent.
If this continued, he might truly die at this youngster’s hands.
Had it been several decades ago, before he suffered grievous injuries, a character like Jiang Zhaoxia could have been crushed to death with a single hand.
He could no longer care about preserving Jiang Zhaoxia’s intact body.
His gaze turned vicious as he leapt upward, forcibly enduring the churning of his qi and blood, arriving high in the air.
Jiang Zhaoxia’s sword qi missed, sweeping horizontally along the mountainside for a hundred zhang, causing the terrain in this area to tremble.
He looked up and saw Ancestor Su Xing drifting in the sky like a vengeful spirit.
The great flags quickly gathered around him, rapidly shifting to expand the array’s range.
Rumble—
The dark clouds above released deafening thunder.
Bolts of lightning struck down, intertwining among the great flags.
At this moment, Jiang Zhaoxia seemed to see the scene of Li Qingqiu undergoing tribulation.
Surrounded by lightning, Ancestor Su Xing’s aura transformed dramatically, like a celestial lord of the nine heavens wielding heavenly law.
Lightning burst forth from his eyes, and his tattered robes fluttered like flames.
Heaven and earth dimmed as Ancestor Su Xing’s momentum rose steadily.
Jiang Zhaoxia suddenly threw the treasured sword in his hand.
The sword turned into a cold streak of light, carrying eighteen sword phantoms as it charged into the sky.
The sword lights converged, dazzling beyond measure.
This time, Ancestor Su Xing did not evade.
He swung the black umbrella, and countless lightning bolts converged, like a thunder spear knocking away Jiang Zhaoxia’s treasured sword and dispersing the sword phantoms.
Jiang Zhaoxia’s face changed drastically as he immediately leapt away.
Vast lightning descended, bombarding the mountains.
Even though he jumped clear, his arm was still grazed by lightning.
His sleeve instantly turned to ash, and his arm was charred black.
He leapt dozens of zhang away, his feet carving two long grooves into the slope.
Before he could steady himself, he looked up, fear filling his eyes.
He had not expected Ancestor Su Xing to be able to unleash such a spell.
The disparity in their vital energy instantly widened to an enormous gap, making it feel as if he were facing the might of heaven itself.
“Youngster, how will you face this resplendent heavenly might!”
Ancestor Su Xing’s voice rang out.
He raised the black umbrella again and swung it down.
Countless lightning bolts erupted from the sea of clouds, carrying the array’s lightning as they descended.
One mountain after another was blasted apart, dust filling the air.
Jiang Zhaoxia was forced to dodge, but no matter how he fled, his injuries continued to worsen.
Those lightning bolts clearly maintained some distance from him, yet they still injured him.
The sword soul on his body twisted and swung its blade.
A five-zhang-long sword qi soared upward, attempting to cut Ancestor Su Xing down, but it was shattered by lightning before it could get close.
“Cough, cough—”
Ancestor Su Xing coughed violently as black blood poured uncontrollably from his seven orifices.
His expression turned frenzied as he suddenly dove downward.
While dodging the lightning filling the sky, Jiang Zhaoxia picked up a flying sword along the way, one he had thrown earlier when rushing over.
Sensing the fierce wind behind him, he immediately turned, gripping the sword in reverse and slashing out.
Sword qi ignited into silver flames, carving out a magnificent ink-painting-like scene.
However, there was no one behind him.
His pupils contracted as he instinctively twisted his head.
Ancestor Su Xing had appeared behind him.
Sharp fingernails pressed fiercely against Jiang Zhaoxia’s forehead.
Almost instantly, a stream of icy vital energy drilled into his body, causing him to freeze on the spot.
Ancestor Su Xing landed and immediately cast a spell.
His soul left his flesh and directly plunged into Jiang Zhaoxia’s body.
The two figures stood frozen on the mountainside.
Dust billowed around them as the lightning filling the sky abruptly halted, and the great flags fell from the air.
Zhao Zhen saw this scene, his pupils widening.
He gritted his teeth and activated the Heavenly Gang Golden Body Art once more.
This time, blood sprayed all over him as he turned into a bloody figure.
Trembling, he forced himself to his feet, his steps growing faster.
He passed through wind and sand, quickly arriving behind Ancestor Su Xing.
He threw a punch that pierced through Ancestor Su Xing’s back, black blood splashing all over him.
Yet Ancestor Su Xing did not let out a single sound, hanging stiffly on his arm.
Zhao Zhen’s face changed drastically as he realized Ancestor Su Xing was already dead.
He hurriedly pushed Ancestor Su Xing away and looked toward Jiang Zhaoxia.
Jiang Zhaoxia stood there, expression vacant and eyes hollow.
His right arm was charred black and still smoking, yet he seemed unable to feel any pain.
Zhao Zhen suddenly did not know what to do.
He had never experienced possession, nor did he understand soul techniques.
He could only call out to Jiang Zhaoxia, hoping to awaken him.
“Cry—”
A shrill screech echoed through the sky, startling Zhao Zhen into looking up.
Joy surfaced on his face as he saw a massive black eagle flying in from the horizon.
Immediately after, he saw a streak of cold light strike down.
A sword descended from the heavens and landed beside the two of them.
Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably his Master’s Tianhong Sword.
Had Master arrived?
He looked up, but did not see Li Qingqiu’s figure.
At the same time.
Within Jiang Zhaoxia’s body, in a pitch-black space, Jiang Zhaoxia’s consciousness was resisting Ancestor Su Xing’s suppression.
Ancestor Su Xing stood before him like a mountain giant, exuding overwhelming pressure.
“Youngster, you can no longer resist. Stop struggling!”
Ancestor Su Xing revealed a greedy expression, becoming incomparably exhilarated.
He was finally able to seize a body, and the one he was seizing was an exceptionally rare genius.
Once the possession succeeded, his future would be boundless.
He might even become the sword cultivator he had always dreamed of being.
Jiang Zhaoxia clenched his teeth and resisted, but felt utterly powerless.
An indescribable numbing sensation dragged at his consciousness.
The feeling of being unable to exert strength made him feel as if he were trapped in a dream.
“Damn it… am I going to stop here…”
When Jiang Zhaoxia thought about dying and the news returning to the sect, his senior brothers, junior sisters, and junior brothers would surely be heartbroken.
The sect’s disciples might even ridicule him.
No!
He absolutely could not fall here.
His eyes turned ruthless as a faintly visible flood dragon appeared around him, roaring at Ancestor Su Xing.
Ancestor Su Xing was startled, unable to understand what this flood dragon was.
At that moment, a hand rested on his shoulder, startling his soul body into trembling as he instinctively turned his head to look.
…
In the mountain ranges north of the Ancient Great Mountain Range, Li Qingqiu was repeatedly cultivating the divine art Moving Mountains to Suppress Gods.
Countless rocks shifted rapidly under his palms.
His expression was grave, clearly distracted.
Although he had already dispatched Jiang Zhaoxia along with a group of true transmission disciples, and even had Little Eight carry the Tianhong Sword to guard against immortal cultivators attempting possession, he still found it hard to calm his mind.
At this moment, a prompt suddenly appeared before his eyes:
【Given that a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect has, for the first time, broken destiny and overcome their fated tribulation, you have obtained one Fortuitous Fate Chance】
Broken destiny, overcome a tribulation!
Li Qingqiu’s expression lifted as delight surged through him.
He immediately opened the Dao Lineage panel and found Zhao Zhen’s portrait.
Immediately after, his brows furrowed, because Zhao Zhen’s Fate Trait 【Destiny Easily Broken】 had not changed.
It wasn’t Zhao Zhen who broke destiny?
Then who was it?
Li Qingqiu suddenly thought of something and immediately found Jiang Zhaoxia’s portrait.
Jiang Zhaoxia possessed two special fate traits: 【Innate Sword Maniac】 and 【Hidden Dragon in the Mortal World】.
He had always remembered 【Hidden Dragon in the Mortal World】, because this fate trait showed that Jiang Zhaoxia’s background was fraught with hardship.
If he resolved his fated tribulation, he could transform into a flying dragon, his fortune unstoppable.
Jiang Zhaoxia was his junior brother, so he naturally paid close attention to him.
He simply had not expected Jiang Zhaoxia’s fated tribulation to appear in this bout of trouble.
When he opened Jiang Zhaoxia’s portrait, his eyes widened.
It had indeed changed!
【True Dragon of the Mortal World: The hidden dragon of the mortal world has endured hardships, resolved their fated tribulation, and seen their fortune ascend. From this point on, fortune is like a dragon】