Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 397: Keeping Calm

Chapter 397: Keeping Calm

"This kid's physical body is quite good." Immortal Tianwu’s eyes brightened as he turned to Fang Tingjian. "Is he a martial artist?"

"Yes." Fang Tingjian nodded lightly. "This child grew up in the wild and was constantly in battle. He went through a lot to become a cultivator. This is also why he was blinded."

Immortal Tianwu’s gaze flickered slightly. "He's a promising talent."

Upon seeing that the stone lion posed no threat to Fang Chen, the crowd grew surprised.

The disciples of the Fang Family, who had been worried about Fang Chen, straightened up one after the other.

"So, she doesn't have much offensive ability. Her techniques don't seem to have any effect on Fang Chen."

"That's right. I thought she was very powerful, but besides this illusion, she doesn't seem to have much else."

"Fang Chen, you don't have to do anything else. Let's just drag it out! As long as you don't reach a hundred moves, there won't be a winner in this match," someone suggested.

Sui Nianhua's expression turned somewhat grim. She didn't expect that her techniques would have no effect on Fang Chen. Unlike the others who could only see the illusion in front of them, she could clearly see the real situation. Fang Chen was trapped by her, unable to use spiritual energy and unable to form a spiritual energy barrier to protect himself. She couldn't understand how was it that her earth element power couldn’t harm him at all!

Sui Nianhua gritted her teeth. "I don't believe it!"

Suddenly, countless flying swords appeared in the sky, exuding terrifying sword intent that swept in all directions.

Even the Golden Core Realm cultivators were affected by the sword intent, causing their hair to stand on end. However, they soon realized that this was just an illusion.

Fang Chen continued to sit cross-legged on the ground without moving a muscle. He didn't show any reaction to the multitude of flying swords in the sky.

"We agreed to fight for a hundred moves. If you're afraid of losing this match and will adopt a passive stance and choose not to make a move, it will only cloud your state of mind as a cultivator" said Jiang Shun lightly.

The crowd was slightly startled. They quickly realized that Jiang Shun's words held truth.

Jiang Shun's words were indeed correct. Cultivators didn't just cultivate their bodies but also their minds. In fact, a cultivator's state of mind was often even more important than their cultivation.

Fang Tingjian spoke lightly. "Fang Chen, don't be afraid of losing. We can afford to lose. Do whatever you want to do."

Unfortunately, Fang Chen remained unmoved.

Sui Nianhua's gaze turned cold. The sky full of flying swords descended like a meteor shower, shooting toward Fang Chen with unstoppable force.

In reality, a low-grade, yellow-rank flying sword was aimed at Fang Chen's forehead!

Sui Nianhua was confident that Fang Chen wouldn't dare to directly take this head-on with his physical body!

The flying sword had twelve Soul Imprints flickering on it.

"Aren't you going to move?" said Sui Nianhua, her eyes narrowing.

In the end, she decided not to hold back. She ushered her flying sword forward!

The tip of the sword touched Fang Chen's forehead, and then, a more majestic sword intent surged out from within Fang Chen's body. The flying sword began to crumble from the tip, disintegrating into fragments that fell to the ground.

Sui Nianhua was caught off guard and suffered a backlash immediately, with her blood qi surging uncontrollably. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"How is this possible...?"

Sui Nianhua's expression was filled with shock.

At that moment, the seemingly flawless illusion showed signs of weakening.

Fang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his gray-white pupils devoid of any emotion as they coldly stared at Sui Nianhua.

Sui Nianhua suddenly felt a bit distracted. "His eyes..."

When Sui Nianhua finally snapped out of it, it suddenly occurred to her that Fang Chen was standing right in front of her!

Slap!

Fang Chen lightly waved his sleeve, and a slap landed squarely on Sui Nianhua's face.

The slap sent Sui Nianhua hurtling. She flew in the air before crashing heavily to the ground several dozen feet away.

The illusion immediately shattered, and everyone was swiftly ejected from it.

The crowd looked at the fallen Sui Nianhua with expressions of astonishment, confusion, and disbelief.

What just happened?

They were all just inside the illusion...?

Even the Golden Core Realm cultivators couldn't understand what had just happened.

"How was the illusion broken!?"

"I don't know, but I felt the illusion loosen just now. It seems like Fang Chen seized that opportunity!"

Whispers spread among the crowd, excitement occasionally appearing on their faces.

Fang Chen won, which meant that he would receive a token for the Purple Polar Dao Academy.

That was the number one cultivation sect in the Azure Cloud Empire!

Jiang Shun's face darkened. He didn't speak. Only, his gaze lingered on Sui Nianhua for a long time.

In the end, it was Sui Nianhua's senior brothers who went forward to help her up and check on her injuries. They breathed a sigh of relief when they confirmed that she hadn't been seriously injured. She only had a swollen cheek.

Sui Nianhua staggered forward and lowered her head in front of Jiang Shun. “Master, I'm sorry, I....”

Jiang Shun spoke softly. "Why did your illusion show signs of weakening just now?"

Sui Nianhua glanced at Fang Chen as if he were a monster.

"When my flying sword fell on him, it was shattered. The backlash caused me internal injuries that affected my mental state. That's why the illusion weakened."

He shattered it?

Upon hearing that, everyone looked at Fang Chen and noticed the remnants of the flying sword near Fang Chen's feet.

Everyone was shocked.

Isn't this too exaggerated?

He used his physical body to shatter a flying sword? But he was of flesh and blood while the other was a treasure. Even if was just a low-grade, yellow-rank treasure, it was still a treasure!

"Is he walking the same path of tempering the physical body like Jue Tiangang!?"

"That’s possible. After all, I heard he was a martial artist who roamed the world."

Whispers spread among the crowd.

Immortal Tianwu suddenly looked at Fang Chen and asked with a hint of excitement in his voice, "Young man, are you willing to be my disciple!? I practice both immortal and martial arts, which is absolutely suitable for you. If you practice with me, you will have a chance to cultivate to the Golden Core Realm!"

Several disciples around Immortal Tianwu looked at Fang Chen with strange expressions, waiting to hear his response.

Fang Tingjian smiled faintly. "Immortal Tianwu, he is a member of the Fang Family. I have arrangements for him."

Immortal Tianwu sighed. "If you are unwilling to let him go, then I can't do anything about it."

Fang Tingjian looked toward Jiang Shun. “Daoist Jiang, shall we end this competition now? Also, about the Purple Pole Dao Academy's disciple token..."

Jiang Shun suddenly chuckled, waved his sleeve, and a simple bronze token fell into Fang Tingjian's hand. “A bet is a bet. I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave."

With that, Jiang Shun turned and left with his disciples.

There was a look of unwillingness on Sui Nianhua's face as she followed behind.

She wouldn't have lost if she hadn't attacked Fang Chen!

Unfortunately, she never expected her opponent to be a body refiner. His physical body was just so powerful.

"We won't linger here any longer either."

Immortal Tianwu and his group also took their leave.

When Immortal Tianwu left, he specifically asked Fang Chen again if he was willing to be his disciple. After getting a polite refusal, he sighed and left.

Fang Chen handed took out a Snake Spirit Fruit and handed it to Fang Ao. "Elder Fang Ao, this is a Snake Spirit Fruit. It has miraculous healing effects."

Fang Chen then bid farewell to Fang Tingjian and Fang Wanli before turning and leaving with his people.

He didn't even ask about the disciple token from the Purple Pole Dao Academy.

Fang Tingjian was somewhat surprised. "A Snake Spirit Fruit? He has such good stuff on him?"

Fang Tingjian turned to Fang Ao and said, "Give the Snake Spirit Fruit to Fang Yun. Her injuries will heal immediately."

Fang Ao and his wife were thrilled and quickly fed the fruit to Fang Yun. As expected, within moments, her complexion returned to normal and her aura stabilized.

"Yun’er, how are your injuries now?" Fang Ao's wife hurriedly asked.

Fang Yun nodded gently. "Mother, I'm much better now."

She glanced in the direction Fang Chen had left with a grateful look in her eyes.