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A figure stepped out from behind Zuo Dao. The newcomer looked quite ordinary, dressed in plain attire; it was Feng Yikong, one of the Seven Unruly Disciples.
Without turning his head, Zuo Dao asked, "Is it about time?"
"Yes, thank you, Young Master. I desperately need a battle to achieve my breakthrough. Please grant me permission!" Feng Yikong's demeanor was notably humble, perhaps out of gratitude or perhaps intimidated by Zuo Dao's prowess. In any case, he was no longer as reckless as he had been a few days prior.
Zuo Dao paid no mind to these details.
"Then go ahead and fight. Your opponent is someone worthy of respect. I hope you won't tarnish the glory I have bestowed upon you."
"Glory!?" Although Feng Yikong wanted to ask Zuo Dao what this glory entailed, he held back his curiosity. He bowed and approached Mu Zifeng.
"You are the opponent that the Young Master respects; I will not let you down." In front of Zuo Dao, Feng Yikong was humble, but before others, he was proud because he had the right to be.
This was his first battle across borders and his first fight in front of Zuo Dao.
"Fight!" With a roar, Feng Yikong charged toward Mu Zifeng like the wind.
"Damn, still a martial cultivator. This guy has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. Should I give him a proper lesson?" Zuo Dao thought wickedly while stroking his chin.
Feng Yikong was an Earth Element martial cultivator; typically, Earth Element cultivators served as tanks in teams. However, Zuo Dao could tell that Feng Yikong was not an ordinary martial cultivator; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the title of one of the Seven Unruly Disciples.
Let the opponent strike; although there was suspicion of a sneak attack, Mu Zifeng didn't mind at all. The aura of Nascent Soul erupted as he raised his hand to grab Feng Yikong.
"Void Shattering Palm."
A massive fiery hand appeared out of nowhere and reached for the opponent. With no way to evade it, Feng Yikong was caught squarely. The clash of Earth and Fire elemental energies exploded with such force that even the air shattered.
Feng Yikong felt as if he had crashed into a volcano, while Mu Zifeng sensed that the other party had plunged into his molten core like a mountain.
The moment they collided, sparks flew. The earth element spiritual energy within Feng Yikong flowed erratically, continuously providing him with immense power. Each attack he unleashed was as heavy as a mountain. Mu Zifeng, who had been a remarkable figure a hundred years ago, moved with calm precision, his techniques flowing like water.
Feng Yikong fought Mu Zifeng with half a step into the Nascent Soul Realm, and his performance caught Mu Zifeng's attention. The earth element Spirit Energy was incredibly pure, showing no signs of being forcibly enhanced.
Zuo Dao stood to the side, his focus entirely on another part of the Mountain Valley. Besides the combat zone before him, the entire formation was divided into several other areas, each containing one or more Nascent Soul Ancestors trapped within. However, they lacked the determination that Mu Zifeng displayed.
Some Ancient Ancestors, in order to save their own lives, even allowed their disciples to perish. Seeing this scene, Zuo Dao could only shake his head without further thought. Even if the Demon Extermination Array was a replica, its power was beyond what these low-level star cultivators could withstand. One by one, cultivators fell within the array, and each Nascent Soul Ancestor felt death drawing near.
The battle between Mu Zifeng and Feng Yikong reached a fever pitch. Mu Zifeng's fire spiritual energy had formed into a fire dragon that relentlessly clashed with Feng Yikong's earth element spiritual energy taking shape as a Xuan Gui.
Both sides emitted silent roars as they shattered the surrounding space, revealing an endless starry sky through the fragments.
Outside the battlefield, the disciples of the Celestial Sect wore tense expressions, and the Ancient Ancestors realized that Feng Yikong's strength was not something an ordinary Ancient Ancestor could contend with.
As Feng Yikong grew more reckless in battle, he roared loudly and attacked with wild abandon. Even when sporadic strikes landed on him, he paid them no mind.
The Xuan Gui opened its mouth and unleashed an Earth Yellow beam directly at the fire dragon. The beam struck the dragon's body, causing scales formed from Spirit Energy to shatter and scatter. The fire dragon retaliated with a claw that scraped against the turtle's shell, producing sparks.
"Good! Old Man Mu is indeed formidable. If I hadn't encountered my young master beforehand, I would have been no match for you," Feng Yikong declared with respect for someone even Zuo Dao admired. "Old man, why not try my newly learned Spell?"
As the battle intensified, Feng Yikong began to grow wild once more.
"Divine Strike!"
A light gate rose behind him, and the Spirit Turtle instantly vanished into it before Mu Zifeng could comprehend what was happening. A golden figure shot out from the gate like lightning.
As the golden figure approached, he realized it was a miniature version of the Golden Mystic Tortoise. Its speed was so fast that even Nascent Soul and Spiritual Awareness couldn't catch it, and the power it contained made Mu Zifeng feel an urge to curse. Was this really the Earth Cultivator known for its defense? Was this truly the Earth Cultivator famous for its weak offense? Was this really the Earth Cultivator renowned for its slow speed?
Mud Horse! If anyone else appeared before me like this, I would have to slap them a few times. This was utterly ridiculous, not just a trap for infants.
He had no time to think further; his spiritual energy erupted, forming several Fire Shields in front of him as he quickly retreated.
Dodge.
That was his only thought at that moment—he could not engage, nor could he afford to. The sight of this golden mini tortoise reminded him of a terrifying existence.
This world was one of cultivation, where the standard for determining a cultivator's potential was their Spiritual Root.
The basic five elements of Spiritual Roots were:
Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.
The variant Spiritual Roots included:
Light, Darkness, Wind, Cloud, Thunder.
Each type of Spiritual Root had a corresponding attribute of Spirit Energy. Cultivators absorbed and refined the relevant Spirit Energy to transform it into their own spiritual power.
The Earth Spiritual Root's earth attribute Spirit Energy was Earth Yellow; however, there was another type of Spirit Energy that only appeared during transmission: Original Spirit Energy.
The attack before him was one he could not afford to take head-on, even if it wasn't the most powerful. Countless battles had honed Mu Zifeng's instincts, allowing him to make the right judgment in an instant.
However, he underestimated the power of the strike. The Golden Tortoise passed through his defenses without any hindrance and gently collided with his chest.
At that moment, Feng Yikong was panting heavily, nearly drained of his spiritual energy. He felt an emptiness within him that was difficult to bear. Yet, in the blink of an eye, a surge of pure Spirit Energy flooded into his body, nourishing his withered meridians.
He even sensed a loosening of a blockage inside him, a sensation that startled him.
Great Immortal above, please don’t let this be the moment I break through!
After Feng Yikong unleashed his attack, Zuo Dao wore a satisfied smile. The Seven Unruly Disciples were indeed impressive; they could grasp the Cultivation Method he imparted in such a short time. He also noticed the changes within Feng Yikong and shook his head with a grin, swiftly flying forward to point at his Dantian, temporarily sealing his cultivation.
At this moment, Mu Zifeng's mind was in chaos. The attack had not caused any external damage but instead roamed within him, continuously assimilating his fire spiritual energy.
What kind of attack is this? No matter how he tried to mobilize his internal energy to counter it, it was like a moth drawn to a flame—irretrievable. He gradually felt his body being petrified bit by bit.
Is this some kind of celestial technique? As the last trace of his spiritual energy was assimilated, this thought surfaced in his mind.
What kind of monster is this?!
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