Immortal of the Nine Realms

"If I am not wrong, my ancestor should be from the Grand Qian’s Fang Family,” said Fang Chen, nodding.

Xia Ji drew a sharp breath. "That likely is the case. How else would you have such talent if you didn’t come from an excellent bloodline?”

"My cultivation has nothing to do with any Fang Family bloodline." Fang Chen smiled. "Hundreds of years have passed, even if I am really from the Fang Family, the bloodline would’ve been diluted greatly over the years.”

"Even if that was the case, it must’ve had an effect to some extent,” pondered Xia Ji, then he said, “I'll accompany you back to Grand Qian, I refuse to run away just like this. I must settle the score with Jue Wudi for my Senior Brother Liu, Senior Sister Wu, and for myself."

Fang Chen nodded and went back to work on the Illusion Talisman.

Xia Ji stood by and watched curiously as Fang Chen's brush effortlessly sketched out intricate and ancient runes. He couldn't help but marvel silently at Fang Chen's mastery over the art of talisman, which far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away from the Heavenly Wind Mountain Range.

Zhou Wuji furrowed his brow slightly and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Wind Mountain Range with contemplation.

His disciples' Walking Corpses were constantly roaring at the Heavenly Wind Mountain Range. If it weren't for the Zhou Huayu and the rest ordering them to stay put, they would have already charged over.

"Yeah.” Zhou Wuji nodded. “If I’m not wrong, then the sword cultivator is in there.”

"Are you sure?"

"Judging by the Walking Corpse’s reactions, there is no mistake about it."

"He killed Demon King Tianfeng and then went to his cave dwelling. He must be after Demon King Tianfeng’s talisman inheritance."

"Daoist Zhou, please do me a favor.” Tu Qingqiu sneered. “If they show any unusual movements or leave the cave, remember to inform me. I will be going to contact the ruler and the Demon Kings."

With that, Tu Qingqiu took out a transmission talisman and activated it.

Zhou Wuji was slightly taken aback, a wry smile appearing on his face. "Daoist Tu, we’ve helped you find him. What happens from here has nothing to do with us."

"You won’t need to do anything. Just keep an eye on him till I bring the Demon Kings and the ruler over. After that, you can take your disciples and leave,” said Tu Qingqiu lightly.

Zhou Wuji didn’t say anything, but he sighed inwardly, knowing he had no choice but to agree.

Several days passed.

With the final stroke, the talisman in Fang Chen's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and terrifying spiritual energy continuously poured into it.

Xia Ji immediately beamed. "Is it done?"

The room was enveloped with spiritual energy, but it didn’t leak out outside.

Fang Chen nodded softly. "This Illusion Talisman has been completed."

Xia Ji sighed. "Fang Da, this is a yellow rank mid-grade talisman. Even Foundation Building Realm cultivators would find it impossible to draw it in such a short period of time unless they’ve been consumed in researching the inheritance from a young age. You've always been a fast learner, even faster than me. And now that we’ve both become cultivators, you’re still the one shining the most. It's hard to imagine how high your achievements will be in the future."

Fang Chen smiled. "Practice makes perfect. If we're talking about cultivation talent, then I can’t even compare to my grandfather."

If it weren't for his spiritual energy recovery rate, he wouldn't have had so many opportunities to practice with the Purple Lightning Talisman, Divine Movement Talisman, Vajra Talisman, and Strength Talisman.

The number of talismans he had crafted in the past year was probably equivalent to decades, or even centuries, of work for an ordinary talisman master.

But his cultivation talent wasn’t particularly that high, in reality. If it weren’t for that accident at Three World Mountain, which resulted in his divine soul becoming strong to the point where it could separate from his body, he would’ve still been just a useless martial artist with a crippled qi sea.

Xia Ji was surprised. "Your grandfather has become a cultivator too?"

Fang Chen nodded with a smile. It was all thanks to the Purple Qi Manual from the Heavenly Southern Sect.

Xia Ji sighed with some emotion. "It seems that Grand Xia will be able to slowly accumulate a good foundation."

Fang Chen's eyes flickered suddenly. Glancing upward, he chuckled. "A demon cultivator at the Foundation Building Realm has arrived."

"It should be a Demon King,” said Xia Ji. "How many of them are there?"

"Let me take a look." Fang Chen’s divine soul immediately left his body and phased through the cave dwelling.

There were eight figures standing nearby in the air, emitting powerful demonic qi. Among them, there were six at the early-stage Foundation Building Realm, one at the mid-stage, and one at the late-stage Foundation Building Realm. The strongest among them wore a large red robe and had antlers on his head. Between his narrow eyes, there was a faint glimmer of divinity.

He gazed at Demon King Tianfeng's cave dwelling, then spoke softly after a while. "Where is Tu Qingqiu?"

The other seven Demon Kings looked at each other.

The mid-stage Foundation Building Realm demon spoke in a deep voice. "She should be close. After all, she's the one who found this place. King Lu, do you think Tianfeng is really dead?"

"How could there be falsehoods in the ruler’s words?" said King Lu calmly. "Tianfeng is, indeed, dead. But to die at the hands of a sword cultivator is not shameful.”

"Then, what should we do?" asked the mid-stage Foundation Building Realm demon, his expression uncertain.

"We aren’t here for revenge. The ruler has ordered us to bring the princess back, and that’s what we’re here for.” King Lu chuckled lightly. "So don’t do anything rash."

The seven demon kings all breathed a sigh of relief. They had hot tempers and strong desires for revenge, but that was against ordinary cultivators, not when they were about to face an unidentified sword cultivator who had single-handedly killed Demon King Tianfeng. That swordsman was clearly very strong.

After waiting for about fifteen breaths, Tu Qingqiu arrived with Zhou Wujing and the others.

"He’s inside Demon King Tianfeng's cave dwelling, everyone,” said Tu Qingqiu. “The ruler says that the safety of the young princess must be ensured."

"Lady Tu, are you sure he’s in there?" asked King Lu with a smile.

Glancing at Zhou Wujing, Tu Qingqiu calmly said, "You all should know that the Blood Corpse Sect's ability to track people is the best in the empire."

Zhou Wujing had just finished exchanging greetings with the Demon Kings when he heard Tu Qingqiu's words.

"I dare not claim such a title," he said modestly.

Blood Corpse Sect?

A flicker passed through Fang Chen's eyes as he locked his gaze on Zhou Wujing, scanning the others before finally settling on Zhou Huayu.

That guy…

No wonder the name sounded so familiar. He had encountered two disciples of the Blood Corpse Sect in the Frost Water Empire. And the person before him, Zhou Huayu, was one of them.

Tracking people down…?

Fang Chen's eyes fell on the Walking Corpses. Seeing them constantly growling toward the direction where the young princess was, everything became crystal clear.

"So Walking Corpses has the ability to do that…."

"Since we’ve found the person you’re looking for, I'll take my leave then?" said Zhou Wujing, bowing politely.

King Lu chuckled lightly. "Daoist Zhou, you don’t have to be in such a hurry to leave. Why don’t you wait till we’re done here before you leave."

Go to hell! Zhou Wujing couldn't help but curse inwardly as he looked at Tu Qingqiu.

Tu Qingqiu nodded. "Indeed. It’s better if you wait till it’s all done."

Zhou Wujing didn’t let his anger show, and he smiled. "That's fine, that's fine."

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