Immortal of the Nine Realms

Of the two seventh-transformation Ancient Immortals locked in combat, one wore a black-and-white Daoist robe and appeared middle-aged. The other was a dwarf with protruding, fish-like eyes.

The dwarf’s surrounding immortal essence was incredibly violent as he clashed directly with the middle-aged Ancient Immortal. That was a last resort maneuver in a duel. When neither side can overcome the other, a direct clash of immortal essence becomes the only way to conclude the fight. Whoever possessed the deeper cultivation won, while the other would experience a devastating backlash.

When the two noticed the Black Dragon Formation swimming toward them, one felt joy, while the other was struck by panic.

The dwarf Ancient Immortal caught a glimpse of the captured Wang Zhanqi out of the corner of his eye and cursed inwardly. However, he was at a critical juncture and could not withdraw his power. If he did, a heavy injury was guaranteed. This left him in a dire dilemma.

The dwarf shouted toward Fang Chen, ”Core Disciple, I am not one of the demonized! Wait until I finish this clash, and I will explain everything to you in detail!”

A flash of fury crossed the middle-aged Ancient Immortal’s eyes. ”If you aren’t demonized, why side with them? You came to Lone Light Star and committed horrific slaughters!”

The dwarf retorted angrily, ”I was just going with the flow, dammit!”

Half of his attention was now fixed on Fang Chen, terrified that the newcomer would suddenly strike.

Fang Chen’s eyes narrowed. Going with the flow? If he isn’t lying, it means the situation in the Taicang Realm is truly dire. Even cultivators who haven’t ’awakened’ are choosing to defect because of the demon race’s overwhelming power. The demons leading the charge in Taicang must have a strategic disagreement with that Saint Son’s policy.

It was no wonder some demons claimed that the actions in Taicang were a bit reckless.

It seems the Demon Race isn’t a monolith and they likely have internal friction. That’s good news.

With that thought, Fang Chen immediately activated the Black Dragon Formation. A strike from the Fighting Divine Whip slammed heavily into the dwarf Ancient Immortal. The blow was comparable to an attack from an Ancient Immortal. The dwarf was lashed violently, instantly losing his footing in the clash of power and getting blasted by his opponent’s surging immortal essence.

Caught in a pincer attack, he let out a shrill scream and plummeted straight toward the ground.

Ji Gang’s eyes flashed with shock.

”This...”

The Formation Immortal Art was clearly and distinctly different from the previous two!

Could Core Disciple Fang have already mastered a third Formation Immortal Art?

Ji Gang’s heart churned like a stormy sea. ”How is this possible...”

By any calculation, he had been with the sect for less than a thousand years. If he truly mastered three Formation Immortal Arts, his prowess within the Enlightenment God Palace would likely be second only to Xie Aman, Wang Ye, and Chen Enxue.

”Two Formation Immortal Arts...” Core Disciple Xuan murmured to herself as a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

Who exactly is this?

She knew that the top-ranked Core Disciple of the Enlightenment God Palace was Xie Aman, the second was Wang Ye, and the third was Chen Enxue.

Her eyes narrowed as she made a guess. ”Could it be Wang Ye?”

”I have no regrets in losing, though I suspect his surname isn’t Fang either,” Wang Zhanqi suddenly said, casting a cold glance at Ji Gang, ”Is the Enlightenment God Palace’s Wang Ye always this timid? To the point where he doesn’t even dare report his true name?”

Ji Gang thought for a moment and smiled faintly. ”Whether Core Disciple Wang wishes to report his true name or not, what does it have to do with you?”

Wang Zhanqi snorted coldly and fell silent, his expression growing gloomy. He had lost this battle. Today, not only did he fail to conquer Lone Light Star, but even the awakened demons on this planet were now in danger. Because those in the Taicang Realms had already torn away all pretenses, the awakened demons had nowhere to hide and could be identified at any moment.

Back at the Great Thunder Sound, Fang Chen hadn’t dared to experiment to avoid drawing too much attention. But by unleashing the Fighting Divine Whip, he had confirmed one thing.

I am indeed different from them. They collaborate with the Formation Heart, whereas I... have completely suppressed the Formation Heart. Between the two, I am the master. Never mind three Formation Immortal Arts. If I wanted to cast a simple Fireball Technique through the Immortal Boat Formation, it would be effortless... This likely relates to my divine soul as well. Interesting.

Fang Chen suppressed his thoughts and lashed out with the Fighting Divine Whip once more toward the dwarf Ancient Immortal below.

Crack.

The dwarf Ancient Immortal was killed on the spot, unable to utter even a final word.

The middle-aged Ancient Immortal, who had intended to step forward and offer greetings, froze in place, hesitant to advance.

Fang Chen shouted, ”Old Sheng, Old Ji, play rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins gets the Immortal Register.”

This was something they had agreed upon before arriving.

”Rock-paper-scissors?”

A sugar glider crawled out from the pocket on his chest, shook its head, and flew toward Sheng Ning and Ji Gang.

Once the sugar glider landed, she transformed into her human form.

Sheng Ning hadn’t expected the chance to obtain an Ancient Immortal Register to come so quickly. For a moment, he looked at the other two with tension, his eyes full of wariness.

Ji Gang felt the same.

Only Daoist Miyu appeared indifferent. Even if she obtained the Ancient Immortal Register, she wouldn’t be able to use it immediately. She had broken through to the sixth-transformation only recently and had yet to accumulate a decent foundation.

Sheng Ning suddenly said, ”Old Ji, I’m going to throw rock.”.

Ji Gang’s brow furrowed, and he gave a nod. ”Then I’ll throw paper.”

He thinks I’ll throw scissors, so he’ll throw rock, then I’ll throw paper, then he’ll throw scissors, then I’ll throw rock, and finally he’ll throw paper...

He thinks I’ll throw rock, so he’ll throw scissors, then I’ll throw rock, then he’ll throw paper, then he’ll throw scissors, then I’ll throw rock, and finally he’ll throw paper.

The two slowly raised their heads, staring into each other’s eyes, and finally began the game of rock-paper-scissors according to the rules Fang Chen had set.

Both men threw scissors.

A small, delicate fist landed atop their two pairs of scissors.

Sheng Ning and Ji Gang both looked rather displeased as they glanced at Daoist Miyu.

”It seems I’ve won,” Fellow Daoist Miyu said with a slightly embarrassed smile, before flying toward the dwarf Ancient Immortal.

In a display of brutality before the crowd, she extracted a golden object from the dwarf’s body. It was the Ancient Immortal Register.

”They wouldn’t take my Ancient Immortal Register as well, would they...?” muttered the middle-aged Ancient Immortal, taking a few steps back.

”Daoist, we only kill the demonized. Do not be afraid,” said Fang Chen, sensing the middle-aged Ancient Immortal’s unease and offering a word of comfort.

A short while later, Core Disciple Xuan and her companions, along with Wang Zhanqi, were brought onto the Black Dragon Boat by Ji Gang and Sheng Ning for a close-up meeting with Fang Chen.

The various major figures of Lone Light Star now wore expressions of absolute respect, their eyes filled with awe. After all, the person before them had used a single Black Dragon Formation to instantaneously overturn the utterly wretched situation. Such a powerhouse left them unable to feel even a hint of negligence.

”Core Disciple Wang, I know of you. We share a surname, we might have been from the same clan in the past,” said Wang Zhanqi with a faint smile upon seeing Fang Chen, showing no trace of fear.

Fang Chen looked at Ji Gang, an inquiring look in his eyes.

Ji Gang sent a voice transmission, ”He thinks you are the Second Core Disciple, Wang Ye.”

Upon hearing that, Fang Chen smiled and glanced at Wang Zhanqi. He cupped is fist. ”Yes, we are of the same clan. Allow me to formally introduce myself. Wang Ye of the Enlightenment God Palace. Greetings to you all.”