99: My Godly Father (30)

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Cangxuan Blessed Land, this grotto-heaven jointly managed by the three Divine-Grade aristocratic families, is now undoubtedly led by the Quan Family.

Simply because the Quan Family has Quan Batian.

As Quan Batian's only descendant, and the successor of the former Sword God Li Fentian, the resources Quan Yun received were terrifying.

The heritage of the two great Blessed Lands was poured entirely onto him.

In five years, Quan Yun's cultivation had reached the Peak of the Spirit King Realm, only a step away from the Earth Spirit Realm.

During this time, Quan Batian personally made a trip to the Cangxuan Empire.

In that remote small mountain village, he found Xiao Yu.

At that time, Xiao Yu's Foundation was completely destroyed, her Origin was depleted, and her breath was faint and dying.

To the Quan Family father and son, Xiao Yu had the grace of rebirth.

Countless Heaven And Earth Treasures and miraculous Spirit Pills were continuously sent to her, forcefully pulling her back from the gates of hell.

Her life was saved.

Although there was no possibility of Cultivating again in this life, living for over a hundred years was no longer an issue.

However, Quan Yun's Sword Dao encountered a Bottleneck.

He had already Cultivated the “Slash” and “Stab” Moves from the general principles of the Sword Scripture to the Realm of Major Achievement.

But that true “Momentum” was always separated by a thin sheet of paper—visible but untouchable... Cangxuan Blessed Land, Central Training Ground.

This was the final battleground for selecting the Blessed Land's strongest successor.

The place was bustling with noise, and every seat was taken.

The three Divine-Grade aristocratic families—the Quan Family, the Shi Family, and the Lin Family—had all their high-ranking members gathered here.

On the high platform, Quan Batian sat firmly in the central main seat, his expression calm and solemn.

In the center of the Training Ground, two figures stood facing each other from a distance.

One was Quan Yun.

The other was from the Shi Family, the most outstanding Prodigy of this generation, Shi Jingtian.

“Divine Body! Shi Jingtian is actually a Divine Body!”

“Not only is he a Divine Body, but his cultivation is already at the high levels of the Earth Spirit Realm! Below the Heavenly Spirit Realm, he probably has no match!”

“Although Quan Yun is strong, he is ultimately just a Mortal Body, and his cultivation is still stuck in the Spirit King Realm. How can he fight this?”

“Realm and Physique are completely suppressed. This battle is precarious.”

The crowd discussed animatedly; almost no one favored Quan Yun.

In the Shi Family’s seating area, several Elders were already showing victorious smiles.

“A Mortal Body dares to contend with our clan’s Divine Body? Overestimating yourself.”

Shi Jingtian looked at Quan Yun, his eyes full of arrogance.

“Quan Yun, I respect you as the God King’s son. Surrender now, and you can still save some face.”

Quan Yun slowly drew his sword.

“Seeking death!”

Shi Jingtian roared angrily and stopped wasting words.

He took a step forward, and the entire Training Ground trembled.

The pressure from an Earth Spirit Realm Divine Body was immensely heavy, crushing down toward Quan Yun.

“Boom!”

Shi Jingtian punched out, and earth-yellow Divine Light condensed into a massive fist phantom, carrying the power to shatter mountains and rivers, heading straight for Quan Yun.

Quan Yun's figure appeared tiny beneath that massive fist phantom.

But he did not retreat.

His body shifted slightly, and the long sword in his hand thrust out at a tricky angle.

Stab.

A simple, straightforward stab.

There was no dazzling Sword Light, nor majestic Sword Qi.

Only extreme sharpness.

The sword tip precisely struck a certain node on the massive fist phantom.

“Bang!”

The unstoppable fist phantom suddenly exploded, turning into countless specks of light.

Shi Jingtian's expression changed.

He felt it.

Quan Yun's sword was not just fast, nor just sharp.

Every one of his swords carried a “Momentum,” always finding the most sluggish point in the flow of his opponent’s power and dismantling it.

“That has some skill.”

Shi Jingtian snorted coldly, fully activating his Divine Body.

Rock-like patterns appeared on his skin, and his aura surged again.

“Fist of the Divine Meteor!”

He struck with both fists simultaneously. This time, it wasn't just one fist phantom, but hundreds, even thousands, sealing off all of Quan Yun's retreat paths impenetrably.

Quan Yun still did not dodge.

He closed his eyes.

The sword in his hand began to swing.

Slash.

One sword after another.

Every slash merged with a certain pulse between heaven and earth.

That was a Grand Momentum.

A Momentum that charged forward relentlessly, cutting down everything.

Clang, clang, clang!

Dense sounds of collision rang out.

Quan Yun's figure weaved through the sky full of fist phantoms. His sword precisely shattered every fist phantom that approached his body.

He moved through the fist phantoms. Although his figure seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse, he always managed to turn danger into safety.

“Impossible!”

Shi Jingtian was greatly shocked.

His Fist of the Divine Meteor couldn't injure a Mortal Body Spirit King?

“Shatter for me!”

Shi Jingtian went completely mad. He merged all the fist phantoms into one, forming a massive Fist Aura that descended from the sky, intending to grind Quan Yun into dust.

This strike sealed the space, making evasion impossible.

Quan Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

He did not look up at the descending “meteorite.” Instead, he gripped his sword with both hands, slightly lowered his body, and assumed a starting posture.

His entire aura merged with the sword.

Man is the sword, and the sword is the man.

And then.

One sword, sweeping upward.

It had no name.

It had no Move.

Only that unstoppable Momentum, which had already touched the threshold.

A slender Sword Light flowed against the current, meeting the massive meteorite Fist Aura.

The two collided.

There was no earth-shattering loud bang.

The meteorite Fist Aura, powerful enough to level a mountain range, was silently split in half from the middle.

The residual Sword Light continued, passing through the split Fist Aura.

In a flash, Quan Yun's figure appeared behind Shi Jingtian.

He sheathed his sword.

Shi Jingtian froze in place.

A thread of blood slowly seeped out from his neck.

A faint blood trace appeared at his throat.

The field fell silent.

A moment later, deafening cries of surprise completely erupted throughout the Training Ground.

“He won?”

“A Mortal Body, crossing an entire major Realm, defeated a Divine Body in the Earth Spirit Realm?”

“This... what kind of Prodigy-level talent is this!”

The Shi Family’s seating area was utterly silent, and everyone looked extremely displeased.

The Quan Family already had God-King Quan, and now they had produced a Little Sword God.

It seems the Shi Family will be suppressed by the Quan Family for another generation... “Hahahahahaha!”

On the high platform, Quan Batian finally couldn't hold back and burst into wild laughter.

“Good! Good! Truly worthy of being my son, Quan Batian!”

Pride permeated his laughter.

Just then, an old man with white hair and beard and a kind face stood up smiling from the Lin Family’s seating area.

He walked over to Quan Batian, looked at the tall, straight figure in the arena, and showed approval in his eyes.

“Batian kid, congratulations, congratulations.”

“The more I look at this child Quan Yun, the more I like him. I hold him in great affection.”

This Elder held an extremely high status in the Lin Family. He was not of the Lin Family Bloodline, but a Personal Disciple of one of the Lin Family's ancestors, having received the grace of rebirth, and had long considered himself a member of the Lin Family.

Seeing him speak, Quan Batian also restrained his smile and politely cupped his hands.

“Elder Lin, you jest.”

The Elder waved his hand and turned his gaze toward a graceful figure in the Lin Family’s seating area not far away.

“Brother Batian, I have a rather unremarkable granddaughter. Her talent is acceptable; though she isn't a Divine Body, she is a top-grade Celestial Body.”

“I see that she and Yun’er are of similar age, and they seem quite compatible...”

The meaning of his words couldn't be clearer.

He wanted to arrange a match.

Following his gaze, Quan Yun also saw the woman.

The woman wore green clothes, was stunningly beautiful, and possessed an ethereal demeanor.

She noticed Quan Yun's gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she boldly met his eyes. Her clear eyes held unconcealed admiration and curiosity.

Quan Batian watched this scene, contemplating, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

This Elder, whose status was highly respected in the Cangxuan Blessed Land—so much so that even Quan Batian had to call him Senior—came from a remote Empire.

There, he once had a more familiar name.

Lin Dong.