An Changqing couldn’t help smiling at the sight of him.
Nearby, Long Ao opened his eyes. Something burned silently within them.
He would catch up.
He would keep going until he could once again overtake the prodigies of his generation.
Qin Wu seemed to remember something and turned to An Changqing. “By the way, how did Bai Huanran’s match go? Knowing Old Bai, that kid didn’t have his Dao heart shattered, did he?”
“He defeated Nakamura Yu from Kamitani Academy. Looks like he’s managed to work things out.”
An Changqing was as concise as ever.
“That’s good.” Qin Wu nodded and leaned back against the headboard, looking completely relaxed. “With Chen Guan, that unreasonable monster, in our generation, the outcome of the tournament is practically decided.”
“Not necessarily.” Chen Guan remained modest. “There are always surprises.”
Qin Wu stared at him, speechless. “Are you humblebragging, kid?”
That movement pulled at his wounds, drawing another suppressed hiss of pain from him.
“Enough. If you tear your wounds open again, the medical team will come after us.”
An Changqing walked over and adjusted his blankets. “There’s a day of rest this time. You and Long Ao can stay here and recover. By the quarterfinals, not one of us will be missing.”
“I know.”
Qin Wu nodded, then turned toward the silent Long Ao and put on the air of an older brother. “Did you hear that? Get some proper rest. Stop walking around with that expression all day, like everyone owes you money.”
Long Ao responded with a muffled grunt. After being beaten down so many times, he had grown used to it. There was really no reason to feel dejected.
Just wait for me. I’ll catch up.
“Then we’ll be heading back. You two get some rest.”
An Changqing nodded at them, signaling for everyone to leave.
…
After returning to the dormitory area arranged by the academy, Chen Guan pushed open the door to his room.
As he stepped inside, the motion-sensor lights came on automatically, bathing the entire space in a gentle glow.
He propped the enormous coffin against the wall before sinking into the soft sofa. Home was still the most comfortable place to be.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into his mind.
“Baal, what did you sense when I made that slash just now?”
His voice echoed through the mental space. He still couldn’t forget that warning.
“Heh heh. Of course I sensed something. The moment you made that slash, I felt it.”
“Numerous gazes turned toward us from distant places.”
“But don’t worry. Those things are far, far away from us. There’s nothing they can do. Besides, their attention was quickly drawn to something else.”
“What was it?” Chen Guan asked curiously.
“That young onmyoji. An extremely interesting aura appeared on him—a blessing from a god.”
“A god?”
“That’s right. One of their native gods. Perhaps it took pity on him. Or perhaps it took a liking to that pure Dao heart of his after he lost all his yokai, and gave him a little compensation. All those gazes were drawn away by the god’s aura.”
Baal’s tone was filled with schadenfreude.
“So you’re perfectly safe now. No need to worry.”
Chen Guan digested the information Baal had given him.
A native god? Could it be one of those beings from Takamagahara in Japanese mythology?
Looks like Hiiragi Aokashi had turned misfortune into fortune this time.
Oh no, another one’s getting stronger!
…
The day after next, at nine in the morning.
In the Huaqing Academy rest area, Chen Guan was still leaning against his usual spot with his eyes closed, resting.
Light flowed across the enormous holographic screen before finally settling into place.
“Quarterfinal qualifier, first match: Kamitani Academy’s Kamiki Jun versus Zero Academy’s Ross.”
An Changsong’s voice was tinged with fatigue. He skipped all the usual formalities, wanting only to get the match started as quickly as possible.
Over at Zero Academy’s side, Ross stood up. He took a deep breath, and the flippant confidence he had shown when facing Shan Heng was nowhere to be seen.
“Go, Ross. Prove yourself.”
Charles patted him on the shoulder in encouragement.
On the other side, in Kamitani Academy’s rest area, Kamiki Jun rose to his feet. Facing everyone, he bowed deeply, displaying the spirit of a craftsman.
When he straightened, he turned and walked toward the arena one step at a time, his footsteps heavy.
The two stood facing each other at the center of the arena.
“Begin.”
The instant the words fell, Kamiki Jun moved.
Strange crimson patterns emerged beneath the skin of his body as he charged straight at Ross.
“Oh?”
An Changqing stopped polishing his sword. Watching the figure in the arena, he spoke softly. “That’s the Sacrificial Body Technique? I never thought we’d see something like that in an academy tournament.”
The principle behind this technique was similar to that of the Nine-Dragon Potion, except it had an additional requirement, and its side effects were even more severe. As a result, it was not something people used lightly.
“He has no way back now.”
Su Yuehe’s voice was quiet, tinged with pity.
His captain’s Dao heart had been shattered, and the academy’s dignity had been trampled beneath someone’s feet. Given Kamitani Academy’s motto, it was hardly surprising that Kamiki Jun would make such a choice.
The actions of Nakamura Yu earlier had made it clear that this academy valued its reputation above all else.
Facing Kamiki Jun’s desperate, all-or-nothing momentum, Ross thrust both arms outward. Countless metallic fragments once again transformed into a tide of snakes, weaving together in front of him to form layer after layer of heavy metal shields.
Clang!
Kamiki Jun’s fist slammed into the first shield. The terrifying force shattered it, but his forward momentum was also stopped for an instant.
In that instant, Ross’s figure had already drifted several meters backward, opening up the distance.
Kamiki Jun refused to let up, launching one fearless charge after another.
Ross, meanwhile, was like a strand of wide glass noodle swirling through a hot pot, constantly changing shape as he dragged the fight out.
The scene became increasingly ugly, even drawing confused jeers from parts of the audience.
“Fight, Ross! What are you doing? Are you scared?”
“That’s so cowardly! Is this really the genius from Zero Academy?”
But every true expert could see how clever Ross was being.
Kamiki Jun’s patience finally ran out. The crimson patterns covering his body flared brightly, and his speed and strength rose to another level.
He stomped down, shattering the ground beneath his foot, and transformed into a blood-red afterimage. In an instant, he broke through Ross’s metal defenses and punched toward his face.
The punch was so fast that Ross had no time to construct another shield.
Just as everyone thought Ross was about to be seriously injured, his body suddenly turned transparent at the instant the punch reached him, transforming into a cloud of mist.
Kamiki Jun’s punch, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone, passed straight through the mist without meeting the slightest resistance, striking nothing but empty air.
“This is…”
An Changqing’s pupils narrowed slightly.
The mist solidified again the moment the fist passed through it.
Ross was completely unharmed. “The game is over.”
He looked at Kamiki Jun, who had exposed a massive opening after overcommitting to his attack, and raised his right hand.
The metal powder scattered all across the arena after being shattered by Kamiki Jun now responded to his command.
It silently vanished, only to reappear behind Kamiki Jun as it condensed into a sharp spear, shooting soundlessly toward his heart.
Kamiki Jun’s pupils contracted.
Intangibility? Isn’t that cheating?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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