Chapter 212: Sword Traversing the Wilds

When Ancestor Su Xing crawled out from the soil and fully revealed himself before Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhen actually breathed a sigh of relief.

This person looked like he was on the verge of death; it seemed he truly only coveted his Physical Body and was not targeting the Qingxiao Sect.

Is this what Master called Possession?

Although Zhao Zhen often sparred with his fellow Disciples, he had never faced the kind of methods used by Ancestor Su Xing.

The opponent’s methods made him truly realize how terrifying fights between Cultivators could be; it wasn’t like competing with Spells on the Martial Arts Stage where one stopped at the point of contact, but rather using every means possible.

First, he used people from the Xuanji Sect to mislead him, then he used Gu in advance to control his mother’s body, and took the opportunity to poison him. This series of calculations caused him to lose his fighting strength before even dealing any damage to the man.

For reading novels, choose Siansiang anytime.

Under the dense dark clouds on the desolate hillside, Ancestor Su Xing stood before Zhao Zhen like a dried corpse, then sat down cross-legged directly in front of him.

He operated his Mind-Cultivation Technique while looking down at Zhao Zhen’s face.

As their eyes met and he saw the other’s true appearance clearly, Zhao Zhen was no longer afraid.

“Before I die, can you tell me where you come from?” Zhao Zhen asked in a heavy voice.

Ancestor Su Xing sneered, “Trying to fish for information? I’m not like you, I’m not that easy to fool. However, I can tell you that I come from the west. You don’t need to worry about your sect getting into trouble; I have no wish to provoke your Qingxiao Sect. Once I’ve taken your body, I will leave the Nine Provinces Land.”

If he hadn’t been at Tianxuan Mountain and only able to get news of Zhao Zhen as a Cultivator, he wouldn’t have targeted him.

He had also hesitated about whether to possess the Qingxiao Sect Disciples who came later, but those Disciples had low cultivation and average Aptitude; he couldn’t bear to waste his chance at Possession.

His secret Possession technique could only be used once; this was his only chance to be reborn.

“The west…”

Zhao Zhen’s eyes flickered as he thought silently.

Ancestor Su Xing ignored him and began to chant an incantation.

Immediately after, Ancestor Su Xing raised his right hand, extended two fingers, and pointed them at Zhao Zhen’s forehead.

At that moment, Zhao Zhen’s gaze turned sharp, and a terrifying Aura suddenly erupted. He lunged upward and threw a punch at Ancestor Su Xing.

Ancestor Su Xing reacted extremely quickly, leaping away to dodge the punch.

After landing, he looked at Zhao Zhen in astonishment and asked in confusion, “How did you do it? Below the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, no one can withstand the poison of my Netherworld Centipede.”

Zhao Zhen gasped for air, sweat pouring off him like rain as his Physical Body rapidly regained its strength.

Blood kept bubbling from his mouth. He swallowed twice and smiled ferociously, “Old man, it seems your experience isn’t enough.”

He felt grateful to his Master; it really took someone as powerful as his Master to teach him the Heavenly Gang Golden Body Art, which had worked wonders.

After being poisoned, he had frantically tried to use the ultimate skills he had mastered, only to find that only the Heavenly Gang Golden Body Art could be activated. The Heavenly Gang Golden Body Art had tempered the acupoints in his body; by stimulating these acupoints, he used the Heavenly Gang Qi to forcibly expel the poison.

However, doing this came at a price. His internal organs were all shaken, and his body felt as if it were being torn apart, but he was forcing himself to endure.

Hearing his words, Ancestor Su Xing did not panic. He remarked in wonder, “No wonder such a cultivation sect could be established in this desolate land in just over a dozen years. Your Master is no simple person.”

He unhurriedly reached for the Storage Pouch at his waist and took out several large banners, tossing them into the air. These banners quickly drifted apart, encircling Zhao Zhen in the sky.

Zhao Zhen took a sudden step forward, cracking the hillside, and reached Ancestor Su Xing in a single step.

Ancestor Su Xing did not meet him head-on and quickly dodged.

The two of them chased each other, fighting on the slope, while the banners in the sky closely followed Zhao Zhen.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck down out of thin air, startling Zhao Zhen into leaping away as the lightning sent many stones flying.

Before he could think, bolts of lightning fell one after another, forcing him to keep dodging.

He was already seriously injured, and after several dodges, his speed significantly decreased.

Ancestor Su Xing moved like a ghost, making it impossible for Zhao Zhen to get close.

Zhao Zhen felt frustrated; he actually had the feeling of facing Ji Ya. Ji Ya liked to dodge and then continuously use the Mountain Lord Divine Incantation. Li Qingqiu jokingly called this tactic ‘kite-flying.’

There were kites in the Qingxiao Sect, so Zhao Zhen could understand his Master’s meaning.

When applied in a life-and-death struggle, this tactic was even more agonizing.

Ancestor Su Xing looked at him coldly, his gaze becoming increasingly impatient.

“I underestimated him, but then again, anyone who can become a Cultivator surely has their own means. Fortunately, he won’t last long.”

Ancestor Su Xing thought silently. He was in no hurry to strike, not because he lacked the power, but because he wanted to preserve Zhao Zhen’s Physical Body as much as possible.

It wouldn’t be ideal if he possessed a crippled body.

Boom—

A heaven-shaking roar came from the distance, startling Ancestor Su Xing into turning his head. He saw a huge spark appear in the sky, quickly scattering and turning into lines of fire extending in different directions.

What was that?

A look of confusion flashed in Ancestor Su Xing’s eyes. Instinct told him that a variable had appeared.

Zhao Zhen also saw this scene, and his heart jolted.

Are there Qingxiao Sect Disciples nearby?

That huge spark in the sky was the Cloud-Piercing Thunder specially made by the Qingxiao Sect. It was conceived by his Master and crafted by the Tiangong Hall for the purpose of allowing Disciples in danger to summon nearby comrades.

The range of the Cloud-Piercing Thunder was vast, allowing Disciples over a hundred miles away to see it.

Zhao Zhen immediately concentrated his mind, preparing to stall for time.

Seeing his renewed fighting spirit, Ancestor Su Xing guessed the general idea.

“As expected, doing things within the territory of another sect is such a hassle!”

The killing intent in Ancestor Su Xing’s eyes intensified as he immediately charged toward Zhao Zhen.

Seeing him rush forward, Zhao Zhen did not dodge but instead charged toward him. If he kept dodging this lightning array, he would only exhaust his strength.

Only by wounding this old scoundrel would the lightning array dissipate.

The two quickly closed in on each other. Just as they were about to collide, Zhao Zhen’s right palm actually turned golden, with a faint golden phantom appearing.

Ancestor Su Xing suddenly shrank into the soil, causing Zhao Zhen to strike empty air.

Boom!

Before Zhao Zhen could stop his momentum, Ancestor Su Xing burst out from the soil in front of his feet and kicked him squarely in the jaw, sending him flying upward.

His consciousness went blank for a moment, but he reacted quickly and immediately used the force to jump away.

As soon as he landed and looked, Ancestor Su Xing’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Bang!

Zhao Zhen instinctively raised his arm to block, but he was still kicked flying by Ancestor Su Xing. He felt his arm snap instantly.

This old thing looks like he has one foot in the grave, but I didn’t expect his strength to be so great.

He crashed wretchedly into a huge rock, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then slumped to the ground.

Ancestor Su Xing clearly heard the sound of the bone breaking, and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

He had intended to kick Zhao Zhen’s shoulder, but he hadn’t expected Zhao Zhen to react so quickly and raise his arm to block.

However, this one kick was enough to make Zhao Zhen lose his fighting capacity.

Ancestor Su Xing moved to Zhao Zhen’s side and extended two fingers, tapping his forehead and making him unable to move.

“I see you won’t give up until you see the coffin!” Ancestor Su Xing said with a fierce expression and a cold voice.

As his voice fell, a scream came from the distance. Zhao Zhen glanced over and saw Yu Mi kneeling on the ground, her hands frantically tearing at her own head, large clumps of hair sticking to blood as they scattered on the ground.

This scene caused Zhao Zhen’s pupils to shrink, and he hurriedly shouted, “Stop! I give up!”

Hearing this, Ancestor Su Xing’s lips moved, and Yu Mi stopped tearing at her hair, collapsing onto the ground.

Ancestor Su Xing didn’t waste any more words and immediately performed the Possession technique.

He was afraid that other Qingxiao Sect Disciples would come and interfere with him.

As he cast the Spell, Zhao Zhen clearly felt a cold Origin Qi drilling into his body. Then, his vision blurred, and he felt as if the world were spinning, a wave of indescribable dizziness hitting him.

Swoosh—

A sound of something piercing the air came, startling Ancestor Su Xing into standing up. He narrowly dodged a Flying Sword, but the Sword Qi from it made his face sting with pain.

After dodging the Flying Sword, he turned his head and saw a figure rushing toward them rapidly, like a streak of sword light flashing across the hills.

The Possession technique was interrupted, and Zhao Zhen’s head fell to the ground. He suddenly snapped awake and opened his eyes, seeing Jiang Zhaoxia rapidly approaching.

Seeing Jiang Zhaoxia’s arrival, Zhao Zhen felt both surprised and ashamed.

He knew Jiang Zhaoxia had been busy with secluded cultivation these years to surpass Senior Sister Xu Ning. Jiang Zhaoxia’s arrival was definitely no coincidence; it must have been arranged by his Master.

Ancestor Su Xing immediately seized Zhao Zhen, intending to use him to threaten Jiang Zhaoxia.

However, Jiang Zhaoxia had no intention of stopping; he actually charged straight at Zhao Zhen and raised his sword as if to cut off Zhao Zhen’s head.

Ancestor Su Xing, standing behind Zhao Zhen, was shocked and immediately threw Zhao Zhen away. Once Zhao Zhen was tossed aside, he had no choice but to face Jiang Zhaoxia’s sword strike.

He leaped backward and simultaneously raised his right palm, using Origin Qi to block Jiang Zhaoxia’s Sword Qi.

The two of them flew low across the ground, traversing a hundred feet along the hillside before Ancestor Su Xing finally shook off Jiang Zhaoxia’s Sword Qi.

After landing, Jiang Zhaoxia flicked his sword and lowered his arm, the tip of the sword pointing to the ground as drops of black blood slid down the blade.

Ancestor Su Xing steadied himself and looked down at his right palm; the palm had split open, and black blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

He looked up at Jiang Zhaoxia with a distorted face, his eyes full of wariness. He asked in a heavy voice, “Who are you?”

Jiang Zhaoxia slightly raised his chin, looking down at him, and said, “Qingxiao Sect, Jiang Zhaoxia.”

“Qingxiao Sect? Do you have a grudge against him?” Ancestor Su Xing was slightly stunned and asked in surprise.

“He was disobedient. As an elder, killing him is also a way to remove more trouble for the Qingxiao Sect.”

Jiang Zhaoxia spoke coldly, his gaze fixed on Ancestor Su Xing, though he was equally curious in his heart.

This person could actually dodge his sword; his cultivation was clearly not low!

“Junior Martial Uncle, be careful! This person is skilled in using poison and proficient in earth-burrowing Spells. He also used Gu to control my mother; you must guard against him using my mother to launch a sneak attack!”

Zhao Zhen shouted through gritted teeth from the distance. His voice wasn’t very loud, but Jiang Zhaoxia could hear him.

Ancestor Su Xing didn’t get angry; instead, he stared at Jiang Zhaoxia with a strange gaze and smiled sinisterly, “How come I feel like you are even more suitable for my Possession than he is?”

Wisps of Sword Qi emerged from Jiang Zhaoxia’s sword-holding arm, quickly condensing into a sword soul with a posture exactly like his own.

“Overestimating your capabilities. No wonder you’ve ended up in such a state.”

Jiang Zhaoxia said indifferently, his Sword Qi erupting like a mountain flood, causing the ground beneath his feet to shatter and dust to rise rapidly in all directions.

First update of the early morning!

I’ll try to speed up the updates so the reading experience will be better QAQ