I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3741: 1812: Fusang
Chapter 3741: Chapter 1812: Fusang
“Quick, quick, quick, the Ghost Buddha Realm is just ahead.”
“The battlefield should be near the stele of the Central Yuan world, where Red Bride previously preached Golden Apricot’s teachings. Hurry and grab a safe spot to watch the battle!”
“After all, it’s a battle of the Sword Immortal, or perhaps between the Ghost Sword Immortal and the Number One Sword Immortal of the Five Domains, isn’t this ‘supreme’?”
“Of course! Six months ago, Feng Zhongzui missed out, but watching the battle up close now is invaluable, should be recorded in history! Just sensing the aftermath of the Sword Immortal battle could shatter us…”
“What Sword Immortal battle? Isn’t it rather between Holy Emperor and Ancestral God, Ghost Sword Immortal fighting against Lord Shou is fine, but if it’s against the Eighth Sword Immortal, surely someone can open the Mystical Gate!”
“Heavens! That’s the Mystical Gate, Elder Gu’s Mystical Gate…”
Beams of light soared across the sky, like swarms of locusts, heading towards the flames of the Ghost Buddha Realm.
Xiao Wanfeng stepped down on the Cang Godhood Sword, naturally blending into the crowd in the sky along with the Spiritual Cultivators’ large group, his ears filled with lively discussions.
It was only after stepping out from the Inter-region teleportation portal that he realized the mess stirred up in the Five Domains by the news of Red Bride Golden Apricot’s teachings and Lord Shou’s return.
The Spiritual Cultivators realm never lacks tough individuals.
Nor is it short of seekers who would die knowing the Way in the evening after hearing it in the morning.
Those self-destructive halfway, like Feng Zhongzui, are few compared to the whole.
After all, not everyone can ride the wind to the sky and enjoy endless wealth and glory after transforming into a dragon and returning to the sea.
The majority pursues the Path while bending for five buckets of rice.
Xiao Wanfeng was the same, with few Spirit Crystals on him, barely managing three meals a day with meat buns or squashed pies while watching the Sword Immortal battle in Feng Family City.
“Heard that ancient swordsmen from all over have come.”
Upon entering the Central Yuan world realm, discussions about the “Sword Immortal decisive battle” were even more fervent.
The tremors from Xuan Cang that occasionally reached him also informed Xiao Wanfeng that Sword masters from all over the Five Domains likely truly came, wanting to witness the decisive battle.
The Central Yuan world still has old cities remaining, named Fusang City, within the scope of the Ghost Buddha Realm, though most residents have now moved away to avoid the covert attacks of yin souls.
At this time, the taverns near Fusang City’s city gate are bustling, stirred up again by passing Spiritual Cultivators, becoming a temporary resting place for spectators of the Sword Immortal decisive battle.
“Exit Fusang City, enter the Fusang Mountain Range, about two thousand three hundred miles to the west, you can see the Central Yuan world stele. Another seven hundred miles to the northwest is where sword cognition culminates, a place called Lingyu Mountain.”
“The Eighth Sword Immortal is probably at Lingyu Mountain!”
These days, the land of Fusang City within the Central Yuan world has been thoroughly studied by Spiritual Cultivators from all over the Five Domains.
Everyone displays their divine abilities, using the coordinates revealed by Red Bride Golden Apricot’s teachings to deduce the approximate location of the Eighth Sword Immortal.
“Lingyu Mountain…”
Xiao Wanfeng knew of this place, he frequented it over the past half year.
Lingyu Mountain is most famous for the Fusang Wood and Lingyu Wood on its hills, both being nine-grade spiritual wood.
Back when the Fusang City Lord’s Mansion and the side hall of the Holy Divine Palace were still around, cutting down these two types of spiritual wood inside and outside the city was forbidden, violators faced execution.
After all, these were the root of spiritual energy richness in Fusang City, the essence of the City Guarding Array.
Now it doesn’t matter.
But still, no one bothers the Sangyu Spiritual Wood.
After all, soaked in the Ghost Buddha Realm for half a year, not even Spiritual Cultivators could withstand, and these nine-grade spiritual woods have long suffered pollution.
At the West City Gate of Fusang City, taverns are taverns, inns are taverns, even some former shops and residences have been developed into taverns.
Taverns are clustered, so are people.
Spiritual Cultivators freely drank, pointed the nation, engaged in fervent discussions, faces flushed in debate, yet nobody dared cause trouble.
People gathered, not fearing yin souls.
Among the spectators, Sovereign Dao realm people were most numerous, and there were quite a few higher void masters.
Some looked extraordinary, seeming to have returned to their origins, leading some to suspect a demi-saint might be present.
In such circumstances, who would dare cause trouble?
Presently, Fusang City is a mix of fish and dragons, should you upset someone and casually hit a young boy, only to find he actually likes turning into a young boy, being an old demi-saint…
The outcome goes without saying.
All came for the excitement, even among death apostles and abominators, this place is more stable than the Cross Corner Street under the governance of the Four Street Lords.
Nothing like internal turmoil occurs, and the demi-saint yin souls certainly dare not approach recklessly – instinctual for living beings seeking benefit and avoiding harm, even the dead beings are no exception.
“It’s actually safer…”
Xiao Wanfeng boldly placed his saber on the table.
Under the concealment of the self-concealed famed sword and his Hidden Sword Technique, hardly anyone could recognize this as the Cang Godhood Sword, which Senior Rao Yaoyao never acknowledged throughout her life.
At this moment, he was sitting in an inn sporting the “Fusheng Tavern” sign, listening to the surrounding discussions.
The inn’s ceiling long gone by an unknown swordsman’s single strike, leaving only two walls, with even the second-floor guest rooms smashed, the ceiling entirely open, just to merge with the outside taverns, for convenience of discussion.
The patrons hailed from Five Lakes and Four Seas, ranging from aristocratic family heads to nameless wanderers, all kinds were present.
Those daring to enter the Ghost Buddha Realm and even deeper into Fusang City, considered close to the battlefield’s central city, weren’t shallow-minded or narrow-sighted people.
The information they brought was far more credible and impactful than the discussions over at the Inter-region teleportation portal:
“Hey, have you heard? That Gu Qing one, two, three, and four, were directly chased here to watch live by the Seventh Sword Immortal. This battle is bound to be significant, just wonder where they are now.”
“Your words aren’t unfounded, I’m one of the mountain worshippers outside the Burial Sword Tomb, the other day the Seventh Sword Immortal suddenly appeared, got everyone excited.”
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