Chapter Ten: The Youthful Prodigy

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It was already impossible to cure the toxic plague. The things Ling Yazi had just mentioned were completely unfamiliar to him—how could he possibly seek them out?

The only thing that now truly captured Mo Fan’s interest, the sole purpose he resolved to pursue, was to journey to the Panlong Mountain of the Western Ridge, in search of a miracle—to carve out his own domain and embark on the path to find his family.

“Even if it’s a dragon’s den or tiger’s lair, I must venture in. Not for anything else, but to make myself stronger.”

Mo Fan clenched his fists tightly, a surge of determination and courage welling up in his heart.

It was a pity that he had only just received this information; otherwise, he would never have let his sister be taken from his side, nor been forced to flee the village pursued by enemies.

Though the old grandfather had taught him since childhood, “A true man cares little for trifles. A great man stands undefeated between heaven and earth.”

Still, the feeling of being looked down upon, bullied, and insulted was hard to bear.

An ancient saying: Courage always follows helplessness and humiliation.

“Senior, have you ever heard of the Path to Ascension?” Mo Fan took a deep breath, calming his heart, and asked impulsively.

“Oh?” Ling Yazi’s expression showed surprise as he glanced at Mo Fan, chuckling softly. “I didn’t expect that although you can’t open a domain, you know quite a bit—even the Path to Ascension.”

“I don’t really know what it is,” Mo Fan admitted without hiding anything. “When I climbed the mountain and reached the eightieth step of the bluestone stairs, a force pulled me, and I overheard someone mention it.” He recounted everything he had experienced on the stone steps to Ling Yazi.

“Unexpected, truly unexpected. For a youngster who hasn’t even opened a domain, to have such a celestial fate at just a touch. Poor old me has pondered for a thousand years but accomplished nothing. It seems fate is predestined.”

Ling Yazi smiled wryly, speaking generously:

“The Path to Ascension is the profound enlightenment of cultivators who have reached the level of Creation Saint. It is the heavenly sanction to ascend the nine layers of heaven, achieving true immortality—a magnificent feat.

“Alas, how many ages have passed on the Tianyan Continent without such a feat?”

As he spoke, Ling Yazi sighed, lamenting his own lack of connection to the Path to Ascension.

Hearing this, Mo Fan instantly understood why the two golden-armored brothers had reacted so strongly upon seeing him—all thanks to his untamed Thunder Domain, which he had yet to open properly.

He held no resentment; after all, that level was so far beyond him that even thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

A Saint was utterly unreachable for him at this time.

*Cough cough cough!*

Mo Fan was snapped back from the illusion by Ling Yazi’s sudden coughing. He was startled by the elder’s condition.

“Senior?”

Ling Yazi waved his hand gently, smiling faintly. “Even the Great Emperor and Celestial Lords cannot escape the marks of time. All shall fade in the river of years—how much less am I?”

As he spoke, his form began to slowly dissipate.

A trace of reluctance appeared in his eyes, but he was resigned to the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death. As he said, without ascending the Path and becoming a true immortal, none can escape the ravages of time.

Not even the lofty Celestial Lords; without taking the final step to true immortality, they too will grow old and perish under the trials of time.

“Take this. It can suppress the spread of the toxic plague inside your body, allowing you to live and appear like a normal person. However, it won’t last long, and there will be some side effects after use. Consider carefully whether you want to take it. Regardless, this Fire Spirit Grass is yours.”

Having said this, Ling Yazi vanished completely. As he disappeared, the illusion began collapsing. With a loud rumble, Mo Fan awoke.

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Staring at the mist-wrapped cave before him and a small box no larger than a palm beside him, Mo Fan was stunned. Everything that had happened was real; he was not dreaming.

Recalling Ling Yazi’s words, Mo Fan grasped the little box and gently opened it. Inside lay a glowing green spirit herb, resting atop a neatly folded cloth strip.

“Side effects, huh? What exactly could those be?”

Holding the herb, Mo Fan pondered anxiously about the side effects Ling Yazi mentioned. After much thought and no clue, he shrugged and said, “Whatever it is, I’ll take it first. I’ll deal with the consequences when they come.”

Swallowing the Fire Spirit Grass in one bite, Mo Fan sat cross-legged, regulating his breath and sinking his qi into his dantian.

“What did you say, Shangguan Yue?”

On the slopes of the Wraith Peak, in a valley overgrown with medicinal herbs, several factions had gathered, shouting and quarrelling fiercely.

Among them, two young girls were causing the most commotion.

One was Miss Ning Hongluan of the Ning family, dressed in a pink gown, repeatedly drawing her crimson longbow, unleashing a storm of spirit energy arrows that gave her opponent no chance to counter.

Opposite her stood a girl in a white gown, eyes sharp as snow, nimble on her feet, elegantly dodging each arrow fired by Hongluan.

This was Shangguan Yue, whom Hongluan was repeatedly calling out to.

“Heh, both Yue and Hongluan are at the Physical Refining Realm with mortal bodies, but judging by the situation, Yue seems to have the slight upper hand!”

Nearby, a somewhat vulgar-looking youth with an unpleasant face smirked and spoke to Ning Wuyu, the young master of the Ning family who, however, barely paid him any heed, his attention fixed solely on his sister in battle.

From Ning Wuyu’s demeanor, if anything happened to Hongluan, he would immediately intervene.

Elsewhere, the crowd was thick and impenetrable, a sea of black heads.

Among them was a pale-faced man who coughed incessantly, watching the battlefield with a calm expression.

He leaned heavily on a long sword planted in the ground, as if the sword alone was his entire support.

The battle between Hongluan and Shangguan Yue was fierce, but the man seemed uncomfortable with his position. Frowning slightly, he dragged his sword along the ground, limping to a new spot.

In the vast crowd, no one noticed him; all eyes were fixed on the two young princesses from the Eastern Yang Commandery’s great families.

*Cough cough cough!*

The man’s coughing was harsh, like that of a consumptive.

Judging by his condition, it seemed as though his heart might burst from his throat.

After finding a better vantage point, the man once again leaned heavily on his sword, watching quietly.

“Shangguan Yue, aren’t you supposed to be the Shangguan family’s most gifted little princess? Why do you only dodge and avoid a fair fight with me?”

Hongluan’s face flushed red, either from anger or from overexertion of her dantian’s spirit energy.

“Fight you? You’re not worthy!” Shangguan Yue said coolly as she flicked aside another spirit arrow.

“You—!”

Hongluan, fuming, abandoned her ranged advantage and launched herself forward for a melee assault.

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“Hmph, since you’re eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!” Shangguan Yue’s eyes hardened. In a flash, a curved blade appeared in her hand. She shouted, “Willow Leaf Slash!”

With a whoosh, a crescent-shaped blade of energy slashed toward the charging Hongluan.

“Hongluan!”

“Miss!”

The Ning family disciples panicked, rushing to aid Hongluan, but were intercepted by Shangguan family members, unable to move a step.

Ning Wuyu clenched his sword tightly, gritting his teeth, helplessly watching the blade of energy strike toward Hongluan.

Boom!

Shangguan Yue’s blade struck a rain of arrows, but at the critical moment, one of Hongluan’s spirit energy arrows blocked it, dissipating the attack.

Hongluan’s defense gave the Ning family a brief respite.

“Willow Leaf Thousand Blades—Kill!”

Shangguan Yue did not pause. Leaping into the air, she held the curved blade before her chest like a blood-red crescent moon. Radiant light burst forth as thousands of blades flew toward Hongluan.

“No, Hongluan!”

Ning Wuyu could no longer stand idly by. Drawing his sword, he pushed back attackers and charged toward Hongluan, aiming to whisk her away the moment the blades pierced her.

“Don’t even think about it, Ning Wuyu!”

A young Shangguan disciple blocked his path with a spear, swiftly halting his advance.

Forced to fight, Ning Wuyu struggled against the youth.

The other Ning family disciples panicked and rushed to Hongluan’s aid but could not break through the Shangguan family’s defense to reach her.

“How… how can she be so strong? This power… she must have tempered her body to bronze skin and iron bones!”

Hongluan closed her eyes, resigned as thousands of blades rained down upon her.

Shangguan Yue’s Willow Leaf Thousand Blades left her nowhere to escape.

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