Immortal of the Nine Realms

Fang Chen stood in the void, quietly gazing at the imperial capital of the Azure Cloud Empire in front of him. ”Grand Qian’s capital really is incomparable to the imperial capital of the Azure Cloud Empire. I reckon this formation can suppress even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.”

After activating the Primordial Immortal Eye, he could clearly see terrifying lines of qi intertwining and shrouding the entire imperial capital.

It was a formation, and it was more powerful than any formation he knew of. There was a prominent immortal mountain in the imperial capital, which was the home of the Purple Pole Dao Academy. Fang Chen also wanted to visit Immortal Void Rush to learn more about the Killing Spiritual Division while on the way. The Killing Spiritual Division shared the same goal as him, which was to eradicate the Blood Spirit Sect, making them allies.

Fang Chen looked at Little Cow Dung and smiled. ”Little Cow Dung, how’s your recent comprehension of the Purple Qi Manual? Have you grasped its essence?”

Little Cow Dung’s tanned face blushed slightly as he confessed, ”Master, I... still don’t quite understand....”

”That’s normal. Cultivation isn’t just about rote learning. Not to mention that your four-chimes talent isn’t considered anything superior here. But still, in the more remote areas, it’s still considered acceptable.” Fang Chen chuckled. ”Those cultivators can also also make something of themselves. As for your future achievements, they will come naturally. But I haven’t asked you yet, what is your goal in cultivation?”

Little Cow Dung’s eyes revealed a hint of confusion. ”Goal.... does finding my mother count...?”

Fang Chen was slightly taken aback. ”Didn’t they say your parents are both deceased?”

Little Cow Dung quickly shook his head. ”My mother isn’t dead. It’s just that when we were fleeing the disaster, someone killed my father. In order to save my life, my mother took my sister and left with that person. If I become a cultivator, I should be able to find my mother.”

”Where was your mother taken?” Fang Chen asked.

Little Cow Dung shook his head lightly. ”I don’t remember....”

Fang Chen sighed inwardly. How vast was the Azure Cloud Empire? Finding a person in such a place was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.

”Practice well, and you will find your mother in the future,” Fang Chen said with a smile as he patted Little Cow Dung’s head, and then led him into the imperial capital of the Azure Cloud Empire.

Little Cow Dung was still a child at heart. Despite experiencing many things and being very mature for his age, he couldn’t help but immerse himself subconsciously in the various things he saw in the imperial capital.

”Quick, go take a look! Fang Jue from the Purple Pole Dao Academy is going to have a duel with the Chief Disciple of the Yellow Gate of the Profound Yellow Palace!”

”Huh? Who is Fang Jue? Why is he going to duel with the Chief Disciple of the Yellow Gate of the Profound Yellow Palace? Although the Profound Yellow Palace is not as good as the Purple Pole Dao Academy, the strength of the Chief Disciple... can’t be compared to ordinary disciples of the Purple Pole Dao Academy, right?”

”You haven’t heard of Fang Jue? You must remember the Fang Family from Grand Qian, right?”

”Oh! Isn’t that the family behind Fang Chen, who fought like a battle god and helped three Nascent Soul Realm experts, saving the Hidden Cloud Region?”

”Yes, Fang Jue comes from the same place!”

”Then we must watch this. Fang Jue is probably not simple!”

Hearing the gossip around, Fang Chen muttered, ”Fang Jue is dueling with someone? With his temperament... Unless provoked, he wouldn’t openly challenge someone to a duel, right?”

A faint smile appeared on Fang Chen’s face as he led Little Cow Dung towards the bustling crowd.

There was a natural lake located in the most bustling area of the capital city. Around the lake, various cultivators have gathered, and there are also many ordinary people taking advantage of the situation to sell fruits and make a living.

In the sky above the lake, two figures stood. One of them was the long-unseen Fang Jue. He looked more mature compared to his days in Grand Qian, and his cultivation had become much stronger since reaching the Foundation Building Realm. It was evident his foundation was solid.

Facing Fang Jue was a young man in white clothes. He had a cold, stern expression on his face. His aura was no weaker than Fang Jue’s.

”The three-year agreement.... I thought you wouldn’t come today,” the young man in white said indifferently, seemingly unconcerned about the onlookers around them.

Fang Jue spoke in a deep voice. ”If I agreed to this battle, naturally there is no reason not to come. Are we fighting to the death or is it a spar to test our skills?”

”To live or die in this battle, it all depends on fate,” the young man in white replied with a faint smile.

The crowd was shocked. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary fight; it was a fight to the death! Perhaps one of them would fall today!

”Brother, are cultivators allowed to fight openly in the capital city?” Fang Chen asked a young man casually.

The young man glanced at Fang Chen and noticed that he was accompanied by a child without a cultivation foundation. The young man was reluctant to speak with Fang Chen, but he still politely replied, ”They agreed to this battle three years ago, and the Purple Pole Daoist Academy, Profound Yellow Palace, and the Azure Cloud Empire Royal Family all approved it. So this fight won’t violate the rules.”

“So... These two have some deep-seated grievances, enough to fight to the death here?” asked Fang Chen again.

“You’re not from the capital, are you? Three years ago, the Chief Disciple of the Yellow Gate of the Profound Yellow Palace, Mu Zhaohe, mentioned Fang Chen, the sword cultivator of Grand Qian’s Fang Family, in private conversations. His words seemed somewhat inappropriate.

”Coincidentally, someone informed Fang Jue about it, and Fang Jue came to question him about it. However, Mu Zhaohe made a move and injured Fang Jue. At that time, Fang Jue was not yet at the Foundation Building Realm, so that’s when their enmity began,” the person replied impatiently.

Fang Chen was slightly surprised, and he scrunched up his brows at the revelation that Fang Jue and Mu Zhaohe’s conflict stemmed from him.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, “Fang Jue, let me take care of this guy. He hasn’t even experienced that incident, so what qualifications does he have to criticize Brother Fang Chen?!”

Fang Chen’s gaze shifted to the source of the voice and saw Dongfang Haojie, the fat guy, standing in the crowd waving his plump palms. Next to him stood Fairy Tianyin, her gaze toward Mu Zhaohe also filled with coldness.

Mu Zhaohe glanced at Dongfang Haojie, a faint hint of disdain in his eyes. He smirked. “Although I haven’t experienced that incident, I refuse to believe that the situation the Hidden Cloud Region faced would be resolved by a Qi Refining Realm cultivator. If it weren’t for the three Nascent Soul seniors present, I’m afraid we wouldn’t have been able to stay here. Heh, why are you always mentioning a mere ant like him? Have you ever considered why Hidden Cloud Domain is still peaceful to this very day?”

“What the Chief Disciple of the Yellow Gate says makes sense.”

“Maybe that incident was exaggerated. I mean, how could a Qi Refining Realm disciple injure a Nascent Soul Realm expert?”

The crowd murmured among themselves.

Fang Jue’s eyes flashed with anger at Mu Zhaohe’s mocking remarks. He spoke in a deep voice. ”Fang Chen sacrificed his life for us, and you think you can just gloss over it with a few words? You are even more despicable than the Spirit Blood Sect cultivators!”

”Heh, do you hate me? Then make your move, don’t waste my time with your useless words. I’m curious to see what a mere early-stage Foundation Building Realm cultivator can do to defeat me, a mid-stage Foundation Building Realm expert,” Mu Zhaohe said with a provocative smile.