Martial God Asura

Chapter 6100: The Fairy Realm Supreme, Luck Saint Realm

The mysterious, white-robed world spiritist’s eyes were filled with hatred, but a sudden flash of light dragged his attention back to the present.

The light was so bright that it lit up the entire palace. It was coming from Baili Zilin’s fragmented soul.

“As expected of master. It worked.”

Jimo Qianzhou was overjoyed. Baili Zilin’s fragmented soul had started repairing under the guidance of the light.

He didn’t notice astonishment in the mysterious world spiritist’s eyes.

The latter walked up to Baili Zilin to examine his condition before taking out a compass and a talisman paper. Both the compass and the talisman paper exuded the aura of the Ancient Era.

The talisman paper was covered in complicated runes, whereas the compass’ perimeters showed the seven Spirit Worlds, with nine layers of runes reminiscent of stairs on top of each Spirit World.

The mysterious world spiritist crushed the talisman paper and infused its energy into the compass. The compass devoured the light and began glowing brightly. Its needle spun before finally stopping on the Fairy Spirit World.

All nine layers of the stairs lit up, and a mysterious ring of light formed around the compass. While the ring of light wasn’t huge, it gave off an imposing aura reminiscent of a phenomenon.

“Ah...”

The mysterious world spiritist could be heard gasping under his cloak.

“What’s this, master?”

Baili Zilin’s condition had been alleviated. His jaws remained clenched, but he was no longer howling in pain. So, Jimo Qianzhou turned his eyes to the mysterious world spiritist’s compass.

“Young master Zilin possesses incredible talent as a world spiritist. This encounter has surprisingly benefited him,” the mysterious world spiritist said.

“What do you mean?” Baili Zilin anxiously asked.

“Young master Zilin has previously displayed superior talent as a world spiritist, right?” the mysterious world spiritist asked.

“Young master Zilin is talented as a world spiritist, but Lord Baili wants him to focus on his cultivation, so he hasn’t dabbled too much in world spiritist techniques,” Jimo Qianzhou replied.

“What foolishness it is to turn a blind eye to such talent! Young master Zilin’s world spiritist bloodline would have long awakened if he had focused on his world spiritist techniques,” the mysterious world spiritist remarked in a mix of anger and regret.

“Master, does the benefit you mentioned have something to do with my world spiritist bloodline?” Baili Zilin asked with a respectful voice.

“Yes, young master Zilin. You have suffered in this encounter, but at the same time, you awakened your world spiritist bloodline with the aid of my medicine. Your world spiritist bloodline is an extremely rare one, rumored to be the Fairy World Supreme.”

“Fairy World Supreme... Is that the strongest bloodline in the Fairy Spirit World?” Jimo Qianzhou asked.

“Yes, it is the strongest bloodline in the Fairy Spirit World. According to ancient records, this bloodline is in no way inferior to the Ruler’s Bloodline. In the Ancient Era, a world spiritist with the Fairy World Supreme once summoned hundreds of millions of powerful Fairy World Spirits, single-handedly commanding a military force rivaling powerful sects. He was a highly feared figure even in the Ancient Era,” the mysterious world spiritist said.

“Is young master Zilin’s world spiritist bloodline that formidable?” Jimo Qianzhou was overjoyed.

“That’s why I said it was a pity. Had young master Zilin trained his martial cultivation and spirit power together, given the Netherworld Sect’s resources, his spirit power would have surpassed Chu Feng,” the mysterious world spiritist said.

By now, Baili Zilin’s soul had healed up, and the excruciating pain he felt earlier was greatly reduced. However, he lowered his head woefully. “What’s the use of having a powerful world spiritist bloodline? I can only focus on my martial cultivation because of my father’s orders.”

“Young master Zilin, you’re still young. It’s not too late for you to start training your spirit power now. It won’t take long before you’re on par with world spiritists of your age, and I’m certain that within three hundred years, you’ll surpass all your peers,” the mysterious world spiritist said.

Baili Zilin looked conflicted.

Seconds later, he shook his head and said, “No, I’m a Netherworld Sectmember. I ought to prioritize the Netherworld Embryo in my cultivation. I shall not be distracted by other matters, unlike Chen Hui.”

“Young master Zilin, there’s no conflict in simultaneously training your martial cultivation and spirit power. Isn’t Chu Feng an example of that?” the mysterious world spiritist pointed out.

“But who’s to say that Chu Feng wouldn’t have been stronger if he had specialized in one? I trust my father’s judgment. A person’s energy and time is limited. Those who seek to reach the peak should remain devoted to one path,” Baili Zilin replied.

“Haaa...” The mysterious world spiritist sighed. “Young master Zilin, your world spiritist bloodline can be put to good use even if you don’t train your spirit power.”

“Oh? What do you mean, master?”

Baili Zilin and Jimo Qianzhou looked over with curious eyes.

“You must have heard of Luck Saint Realm?”

“Luck Saint Realm? Is that the realm that vanished nearly a thousand years ago?” Baili Zilin asked.

“That’s right.” The mysterious world spiritist nodded.

“I heard that’s one of the most mysterious places in the world of cultivation.

“Luck is an obscure concept, but the Luck Saint Realm contains a mysterious energy that can greatly improve one’s mental state, which improves the absorption of natural energies from the surroundings and the effectiveness of cultivation resources. That’s why some people call the energy ‘luck energy’ even though that isn’t exactly apt.

“I also heard that how much luck energy one can obtain depends on one’s capability. Only sufficiently talented world spiritists can obtain luck energy. That’s why world spiritists flock to the Luck Saint Realm each time it appears,” Baili Zilin said.

“Young master Zilin is well-read. I didn’t think you would know so much about the Luck Saint Realm,” the mysterious world spiritist replied with an approving nod.

“Master, you’re saying that young master Zilin can obtain a huge amount of luck energy thanks to his world spiritist bloodline if a chance ever emerges for him to enter the Luck Saint Realm?” Jimo Qianzhou asked.

“Of course.”

“But didn’t the Luck Saint Realm disappear a thousand years ago?

“I also heard that Jie Tianran once left his name on Luck Saint Realm’s highest peak, manifesting its true form. He was granted a chance to challenge the peak, but he lost the challenge and failed to obtain the strongest luck energy.

“Since then, many talented Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s world spiritists aspired to leave their names on the Luck Saint Realm’s highest peak afterward, but none has succeeded.

“Master, did you also fail to...”

It was at this point that Jimo Qianzhou realized that he had misspoken, so he quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, master.’

But the mysterious world spiritist shrugged it off with a chuckle, saying. “It’s fine, there are no outsiders here. There’s no need to be so careful.”

He took off his cloak and revealed his face.

He was a middle-aged man, but he had fair skin and exquisite features. Even the slight wrinkles on his face couldn’t mar his dashing looks. He must have been a handsome man in his youth.

But what stood out the most about him was his uncanny resemblance to Jie Tian.