Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

87: Chapter 87 Divine Power: The Five Elements Great Thousand World Shattering Sword!One year later.

Inside the Immortal Cave of Longevity Peak, Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes.

After a year of bitter cultivation, his cultivation level remained at the Mahayana First Level.

The higher the Realm, the slower the progress; this was the norm.

He wasn’t in a hurry. With an infinite lifespan anyway, he could just take his time grinding.

The gains from this year were not in his cultivation level, but in his Cultivation Technique.

He had completely mastered the Divine Ability of the Mahayana Realm from the Primordial Chaos Genesis Sutra of the Limitless Great Five Elements.

Gu Yan carefully sensed that profound method within his Sea of Consciousness, feeling satisfied in his heart.

This Divine Ability was named the Five Elements Great Thousand World Shattering Sword.

The name was even longer than the divine abilities that came with his previous techniques.

However, the effect was certainly worthy of its length.

This sword used the power of the Five Elements as its foundation to trigger the intent of shattering. With one strike, it could manifest creation and destruction.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Five Elements would crumble, and all things would return to nothingness.

It was a step above the Five Elements Return to Origin he had obtained during the Void Refining Realm.

Five Elements Return to Origin used the body as a foundation to manifest a Small World of the Five Elements, standing within which one was immune to all arts—that was defense.

But this sword strike was pure offensive power.

One sword strike, and the world shatters.

Gu Yan stretched and stood up from the prayer mat.

Another day of becoming stronger.

He flipped his hand and took out the haotian mirror.

In between cultivation, he should watch some livestreams to relax.

Mhm, and while he was at it, he’d see how that kid Feng Jiuge was doing.

After so long, he didn’t know if the kid had reached the Central Plains yet.

He was full of expectations for this star god of mars who had been an Immortal King in his previous life.

The haotian mirror floated in his palm, its surface like water as images shifted.

A moment later, the image froze.

Feng Jiuge’ figure appeared in the mirror.

Gu Yan glanced at it, his brow arching slightly.

This kid... hasn’t reached the Central Plains yet?

The image in the mirror showed Feng Jiuge currently in a wilderness.

Looking at the terrain, it should be the border region of the Eastern Continent near the Central Plains.

After all, the Spirit Realm was too vast. For a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, it was normal not to be able to leave the Eastern Continent even after three to five years of flying on a sword.

However, at this moment, Feng Jiuge was clearly not traveling.

He was fighting.

Opposite him was a black-robed Cultivator, surrounded by Devilish Qi and possessing a cold aura.

Foundation Establishment Peak.

And on the ground between the two of them, several corpses lay scattered about.

No, those weren’t corpses; they were empty shells of skin, as if all their essence and blood had been drained dry.

Next to them was a transparent jar, inside which several illusory figures could be seen struggling and wailing.

Mortal souls.

Gu Yan’s gaze darkened slightly.

This was an evil Cultivator who used Mortals for cultivation.

No wonder Feng Jiuge had attacked.

In the image, Feng Jiuge forced the evil Cultivator back with a sword strike, pointed his sword at the opponent, and shouted sternly:

“Using innocent Mortal souls for cultivation—how can you even call yourself a Cultivator?”

The evil Cultivator retreated two steps, steadied himself, and sneered, “Junior, what do you know?”

“What do I know?” Feng Jiuge laughed from extreme anger.

“I know that the Heavenly Dao is clear and retribution is certain! I know that those who walk the path of cultivation should follow the heart of heaven and must not slaughter the innocent! I know that people like you should be executed by everyone!”

The evil Cultivator looked at him, a trace of mockery curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Well said.”

“You’re a Disciple of a great Sect, aren’t you?”

Feng Jiuge was taken aback.

The evil Cultivator continued, “You’re wearing High Grade Dharma robes and holding a Top-Grade Magic Treasure.”

“A Sect Disciple like you, born with a silver spoon, has teachers to guide you from a young age, Cultivation Technique legacies, and supplies of Medicinal Pills. Of course you can stand there and lecture me with such self-righteousness.”

“But what about me?”

The evil Cultivator’s voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of madness.

“I am a Loose Cultivator!”

“No Sect, no Legacy, no resources!”

“If I want to Cultivate toward immortality, I have to find my own way!”

“Do you think I want to use Mortal souls to Cultivate? Do you think I don’t know this is the Evil Path?”

“But if I don’t do this, how can I compete with Sect Disciples like you? How can I Breakthrough to the Golden Core? How can I survive?”

“Heavenly Dao? Is the Heavenly Dao fair?”

“Everything you were born with, I have to trade my life for!”

“And now you stand here, holding a Top-Grade Magic Treasure, speaking righteous words about acting on behalf of heaven?”

The evil Cultivator laughed toward the sky.

“Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous!”

Feng Jiuge froze.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that for a moment he actually didn’t know how to refute.

What this person said... seemed to have some truth to it?

No, that’s definitely not right.

Slaughtering the innocent is wrong, no matter the reason.

But...

Feng Jiuge’ brow furrowed, his mind a mess.

Seeing this, the evil Cultivator laughed even more wildly: “What? Nothing to say? Junior, wait until the day you also experience the life of a Loose Cultivator before you come and lecture me with your grand principles!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to flee.

Feng Jiuge suddenly snapped back to his senses.

“Stop right there!”

He raised his hand, about to activate the lesser heavenly cycle star ring.

No matter the reasoning, he would take him down first!

Right then, the sound of breaking air suddenly came from the distance.

Several streaks of light approached rapidly, landing in the wilderness in the blink of an eye.

A group of five.

The leader was a middle-aged Daoist with a Golden Core Early Stage cultivation.

Behind him followed four young Disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage; judging by their attire, they should be from some Sect.

“Who is fighting here?” the middle-aged Daoist spoke, his gaze sweeping over the scene.

The evil Cultivator, seeing things were going south, turned and ran.

The middle-aged Daoist glanced at him but didn’t give chase.

His gaze landed on Feng Jiuge.

To be precise, it landed on the lesser heavenly cycle star ring in his hand.

That Magic Treasure, with its flowing spiritual light and faint stars, was clearly no ordinary item.

A flash of greed crossed the middle-aged Daoist’s eyes, but his expression remained calm.

He looked at the corpses on the ground, then at the jar containing the souls, and his expression suddenly darkened.

“Evil Cultivator!”

“Slaughtering the innocent and imprisoning souls—heaven will not tolerate this!”

The Disciples behind him immediately echoed: “Revered Master is right! Such evil Cultivators should be executed by everyone!”

With that, their gazes fell in unison upon Feng Jiuge.

“And you!”

“Fighting with an evil Cultivator and holding such a lethal weapon—you must be an accomplice!”

Feng Jiuge: “???”

He looked bewildered: “I’m not...”

“Stop your quibbling!” a Foundation Establishment Disciple sternly interrupted.

“We saw it with our own eyes; you were confronting that evil Cultivator. Clearly, you are accomplices who had an internal dispute over the spoils!”

“Right! If we hadn’t arrived in time, that evil Cultivator wouldn’t have abandoned you and fled!”

Feng Jiuge: “...”

“I’ll say it one more time, I am not an evil Cultivator.” He took a deep breath, trying his best to stay calm.

“I was hunting that evil Cultivator. He was using Mortal souls for cultivation, and I stepped in to stop him.”

“Silence!” the middle-aged Daoist shouted coldly.

“A junior at the Foundation Establishment Seventh Level like you can hunt an evil Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Peak? With what? Just with this Magic Treasure in your hand?”

He paused and sneered: “This Magic Treasure has internal spiritual light and flowing stars; it is clearly of the Top-Grade rank.”

“How can a mere Foundation Establishment like you have such a treasure? You must have stolen it from somewhere!”

“Speak! Which evil Sect’s Disciple are you? From which Righteous Path Fellow Daoist did you steal this Magic Treasure?”

Feng Jiuge was completely speechless.

He finally understood.

These people didn’t care about the truth at all.

What they cared about was the Magic Treasure in his hand.

“So...” he spoke slowly, “you’ve taken a fancy to my Magic Treasure?”

The middle-aged Daoist’s expression changed: “Presumptuous!”

“My Qingyun Sect is of the Righteous Path and acts openly and honorably. How could we covet your Magic Treasure?”

“We only suspect your identity and want to take you back to the Sect to clear things up!”

“If you are truly innocent, my Qingyun Sect will naturally let you leave, and might even compensate you.”

The Disciples behind him nodded repeatedly: “Right, right, right, Revered Master is right!”

Feng Jiuge smiled.

“Take me back to the Sect to clear things up?”

“And then? You’ll keep the Magic Treasure for me in the meantime?”

“And after that? I’ll have an ’accident’ and die on the way?”

The middle-aged Daoist’s face turned completely gloomy.

“Refusing the toast only to drink the forfeit.”

“Do it!”

As the words fell, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm!

Golden Core spiritual power surged forth, accompanied by a fierce wind, pressing down toward Feng Jiuge’ head!

Feng Jiuge’ gaze sharpened, and his figure retreated violently.

At the same time, the lesser heavenly cycle star ring on his wrist suddenly lit up, and a screen of starlight instantly unfolded, protecting his body.

Boom.

The palm force boomed against the light screen; the screen vibrated violently, but it managed to withstand the blow.

Feng Jiuge felt greatly relieved.

A Top-Grade Magic Treasure was indeed tough enough.

The middle-aged Daoist’s eyes, however, grew even brighter.

“What a treasure!”

“Capture him!”

The five Foundation Establishment Disciples attacked in unison, various spells and Magic Treasures flying toward Feng Jiuge.

Feng Jiuge dodged while activating the star ring to counterattack.

Starlight flowed, and Sword Qi crisscrossed.

For a time, they were actually fighting back and forth.

Gu Yan watched with great interest in front of the haotian mirror.

This kid is not bad.

Fighting above his level, even if he’s relying on a Magic Treasure.

But being able to keep his composure without panicking already made him stronger than many of his peers.

As for whether something would happen to him.

Gu Yan wasn’t worried in the slightest.

If this kid were in any other novel, he’d have the destiny of a proper protagonist.

He’d turn any trouble into a blessing and slay any enemy above his level.

Sure enough.

Feng Jiuge fought while retreating; he seemed to be in a sorry state, but he was actually very steady.

As he retreated, he observed the terrain, looking for a chance to escape.

Finally, upon retreating to the edge of a mountain forest, he seized an opening and violently activated the star ring.

A dazzling starlight exploded, blinding the people opposite him so that they all closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, Feng Jiuge had already disappeared into the mountain forest.

“Chase him!” the middle-aged Daoist shouted.

Several Disciples chased into the forest and searched for a long time, but they couldn’t even find a single hair.

“Revered Master, that kid ran away.”

The middle-aged Daoist’s face was livid.

“He can run, but he can’t hide!”

“Investigate! Find out where this kid came from!”

Feng Jiuge ran for hundreds of miles in one breath, ducked into a hidden cave, and only then stopped to catch his breath.

He leaned against the cave wall, his heart beating like a drum.

After a long time, it finally gradually calmed down.

Recalling the battle just now, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

That evil Cultivator deserved to die.

But that group of people who called themselves the Righteous Path made him feel even more disgusted.

“Righteous Path...”

So the Righteous Path would also covet other people’s Magic Treasures.

So the Righteous Path would also frame people without knowing the truth.

So the Righteous Path...

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Central Plains?

He wouldn’t go for now.

Return to the Azure Wave Sect?

He wouldn’t return either.

This place would do.

Feng Jiuge looked around the cave and sensed the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

It was decent, barely enough.

This battle had given him quite some insights.

His gaze darkened slightly as he thought of that Daoist’s figure.

After he broke through to the Golden Core here, he would first go find that person to settle the old score.

After that matter was settled, he would continue to the Central Plains.