74: Chapter 74 Kneel down and I'll spare your life

Peering through a gap in the Mystic Power shield, Martial Nephew Duan Lang fixed his eyes on Ye Xuan with monstrous killing intent: "How can a lowly brat like you be worthy of possessing such world-shaking strength?"

"A Grade 4 Mystic Shield Talisman? No wonder you could block that strike. I'd like to see how many of my sword strikes you can endure."

Ye Xuan knew he could not drag this out any longer for fear of complications. He retracted the Moon-Glancing Sword, took out the zhu xian sword once more, and killing intent surged in his eyes.

"Let me have you taste my full-strength sword strike!" At this moment, Ye Xuan held nothing back. He swallowed a few Lingxuan Pills, felt the explosive Mystic Power within his body, and once again violently channeled the first stage of the Evil God Art—Evil Soul.

Terrifying Sword Intent arrived, trailing the zhu xian sword.

The clouds in the sky instantly transformed into dark clouds. Powerful heavenly thunder pierced the firmament, swaying high in the nine heavens. At this moment, no Sword Intent could suppress Ye Xuan; on the contrary, they began to serve him, gathering their power.

The heavenly thunder phenomenon fully manifested behind Ye Xuan. A noble purple hue replaced the purple-white, and his Heavenly Thunder Divine Body evolved into the—Zixiao Divine Thunder Body!

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"What is this? Could it be another elder undergoing a tribulation?"

"That's not a tribulation. Purple aura coming from the east? Could that be the legendary Zixiao Divine Thunder Body?"

In Cangqiong Holy Land, many disciples looked up, staring fixedly at a sight that might not occur even once in thousands of years.

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"The Zixiao Divine Thunder Body? To think someone in the mortal world has mastered such a divine body; it is truly incredible." Inside the spirit ring on Yun Zhe's finger, Jasmine, who had been meditating, instantly opened her eyes. She glanced at the sky outside and remarked with some surprise.

"It must be Senior Brother Ye. Only he could do this!" Yun Zhe looked absent-mindedly at the firmament above Cangjian Peak.

Martial Nephew Duan Lang had just come to trouble him and had spoken of Ye Xuan's talent. Aside from him, no one else could achieve all of this.

"Yun Zhe, your future path at least won't be lonely. This is a good thing for you," Jasmine said indifferently.

Yun Zhe smiled upon hearing this and said calmly, "Is that so? Then that couldn't be better. This is the Senior Brother Ye I know."

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"The Zixiao Divine Thunder phenomenon? Could it be that another Zixiao Divine Thunder Body has appeared in our Cangqiong Holy Land?"

Deep within Cangqiong Holy Land, streams of immensely powerful divine senses awakened instantly, all having their attention drawn by the bolts of extreme deep-purple thunder above Cangjian Peak.

Several formidable figures rushed toward Cangjian Peak.

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"Cangjian Peak? Little Qingluan seems to be over there."

"The Zixiao Divine Thunder Body, has it finally returned?"

On Sword Immortal Peak, beside a fairy pond wreathed in immortal mist, stood a woman with a face more illusory than a dream. Her long hair reached her waist; it was not styled into a bun nor tied up, but simply draped down, emitting a soft, lustrous glow.

Her eyes seemed to hide a bottomless abyss, enough to make anyone in the world willing to fall into that abyss forever.

Her immortal bearing was ethereal and otherworldly.

"Are you all unable to sit still?"

The woman's voice carried no emotional fluctuation, as if nothing in this world could pique her interest.

The next second, her beautiful figure dissipated like mist beside the fairy pond.

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"Bastard, how could this brat have awakened the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body? Impossible!" Martial Nephew Duan Lang gritted his teeth as he stared at the extraordinary figure in the distance. A trace of dejection appeared on his face, and he lost all fighting spirit in his heart. A feeling of impending death rose from the depths of his soul.

"Wow, such beautiful thunder! Senior Brother, you are truly amazing!"

Qingluan, on Ye Xuan's back, looked up in amazement at the dazzling purple hue in the sky, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration.

"Mystic Skill—Moon-Grabbing Star-Falling!"

Ye Xuan no longer delayed, swinging the zhu xian sword and slashing fiercely toward Martial Nephew Duan Lang.

This sword strike, wrapped in deep purple thunder, emitted a destructive aura.

This attack made Martial Nephew Duan Lang's hair stand on end, and his hands and feet turned cold.

The deep purple thunder, exhausting the power of the nine heavens and carrying a trace of silver sword light, descended like a falling meteorite, crashing instantly onto the Mystic Power shield in front of Martial Nephew Duan Lang.

"Crack—" The shield formed by the Grade 4 Mystic Shield Talisman was about to be completely shattered.

Martial Nephew Duan Lang's eyes were filled with despair and regret. He was unwilling; he was truly unwilling to lose at the hands of a mere Spirit Profound Realm cultivator.

"How bold! To dare kill a Core Disciple of the Holy Land! You are not qualified to lay a hand on the Holy Son of my Duan family!"

Just as Ye Xuan thought Martial Nephew Duan Lang was a goner and was about to retract the zhu xian sword, a figure radiating a formidable aura flew in from afar, exuding an aura a hundred times stronger than that of the Heaven Profound Realm.

With just a single palm, the figure easily dispersed the sky-filling Zixiao Divine Thunder and the terrifying Sword Intent.

Martial Nephew Duan Lang was so scared he wet himself. Ignoring the mess beneath him, he discarded the Grade 4 Mystic Shield Talisman and threw himself toward the old man's legs, crying out, "Ancestor, you finally came! If you had been one step later, I would never have seen you again!"

"Damn it, just a little bit more." Ye Xuan was annoyed that this old bastard had arrived so quickly. He scanned the old man before him.

[Name: Duan Shuai]

[Realm: Huangxuan Realm, First Stage]

[Physique: Dark Spirit Body (Green)]

[Luck: Great Opportunity (Purple), Cherishes Wings (Purple), Late-Life Child (Purple), Late-Life Ominousness (Black), Old Wings Resting on the Manger (Purple)]

[Fate: life modification without regret (Supporting Character)]

[Affection: -90]

[Life Destiny: From the Duan family of the Great Zhou, a dynasty subordinate to the Cangqiong Holy Land. He is Martial Nephew Duan Lang's guardian, and in reality, his biological father.]

[Broke through to the True Profound Realm at fifteen, and the Spirit Profound Realm at twenty.]

[Broke through to the Earth Profound Realm at forty, and the Heaven Profound Realm at two hundred.]

[Broke through to the King Profound Realm at five hundred and sixty. At nine hundred and ninety-seven, when his lifespan was about to be exhausted, he broke through to the Huangxuan Realm. The following year, his great-grandson's new bride mistook Duan Chengxian for her husband and slept with him. On Duan Chengxian's one-thousandth birthday the third year, Martial Nephew Duan Lang was born.]

[Having a child in his old age, Duan Shuai was overjoyed. He killed his great-grandson to uphold justice, took this great-grandson's wife as his own, and subsequently, while hiding his identity, became Martial Nephew Duan Lang's guardian.]

[Today, he threatened Ye Xuan to kneel and swear an oath, forcing him to become his son's follower, otherwise, he would kill him without mercy. After the coercion failed and he failed to kill Ye Xuan, he was erased by a single finger from Master Shen Xi.]

"So it's Martial Nephew Duan Lang's father. It seems there's something fishy going on," Ye Xuan frowned. "But fortunately, this old bastard still can't kill me."

It was a good thing his future master, Master Shen Xi, was reliable; otherwise, he would have been finished today.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan's tense heart relaxed quite a bit. Seeing the new fate above, he couldn't help but ponder: "What is this new fate, 'life modification without regret'? Who does it refer to?"

"Scoundrel, what kind of appearance is this, sniveling like that? You are the Holy Son of my Duan family, the hope of my Duan family. What is there to fear from a mere brat in the Spirit Profound Realm?" Duan Shuai scolded him for not living up to expectations, reaching out to wipe away the filth beneath Martial Nephew Duan Lang with Mystic Power.

After all, Martial Nephew Duan Lang was the child born on his one-thousandth birthday. If he, as a father, didn't dote on him, no one else would care.

After a long while, Duan Shuai looked at Ye Xuan with a cold gaze: "Brat, I will give you one chance. Kneel down and acknowledge my son as your master, and I will spare your life!"