Chapter 89.2: A Flick to White Moonlight’s Forehead

The greatest difference between Nascent Soul cultivators and those of lower realms lay in their ability to wield powers in the form of divine techniques. This was the advanced form of spells. One such strike could wipe out the population of a small country.

Above Qi Yuan's head, a colossal dragon manifested. Its aura was overwhelming, and its claws sharp enough to crush a Core Formation cultivator and shatter his Core to dust.

Despite feeling threatened, Qi Yuan still strode forward without hesitation. "As expected, my Heavenly Dao class isn't the strongest of its kind. Even a Nascent Soul old monster can threaten me!"

Though his Heavenly Dao class had been suppressed, its powers still shook the place around him.

The Dragon-Repenting Hand clashed violently against Qi Yuan's vegetable knife. Yet, surprisingly, there was little damage to the surroundings. One who had reached the Nascent Soul Realm could perfectly control his power without wasted energy and needless destruction. Every force was directed solely upon the enemy. The knife collided with the Dragon-Repenting Hand in midair, both evenly matched.

The purple-robed elder was shocked. "What kind of monster are you?!"

No matter how powerful his Heavenly Dao class is, it shouldn't be able to withstand a Nascent Soul head-on!

Though his power was not as strong, he was still a genuine Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Two Nascent Soul elders sacrificed their lives to pass him their cultivation. Moreover, a Violet Palace cultivator had even given him a divine decree.

Yet his strongest attack had been blocked!

Qi Yuan roared. "You truly live up to the title of a Nascent Soul old monster! One strike and my blood vessels burst!"

Since entering the Celestial Dragon Realm, this was the first time he was injured. Now he understood the true might of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The old king frowned, doubtful. He hadn't sensed any wound on Qi Yuan.

Burst veins? Where?

Qi Yuan waved his hands to show him, as if accusing him of a great crime. "My poor capillaries! Look what you’ve done to them."

If he didn't complain quickly, his veins would heal before anyone noticed.

The old king was furious and bellowed, "Impudent wretch, how dare you mock me!"

He thought of his pitiful life. Though he was called king, he held no true power. The Great Shang was completely under the control of the three great sects. For years, he had endured humiliation and shame. Now, even a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to spite him. His rage boiled.

With a furious roar, he charged straight toward Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan remained calm, unsurprised.

After a lifetime of suppression, what's wrong with a moment of madness before death?

He said quietly, "I’ve already tested my strength, you’ve fulfilled your role. Now, please leave."

With just a single strike, Qi Yuan had tested the old monster's Nascent Soul strength. He didn't feel the slightest fear because he knew he could win.

Then, he played music using his jade slip again.

This is the Great Shang king's final journey to hell. It'd be appropriate to have a tune to send him off.

Qi Yuan charged toward the elder. He chose the Radiant Sword, which he deemed as the most moderate of the many secret arts he knew.

"Behold, the Radiant Sword!"

The blinding holy brilliance of the Radiant Sword was masked by boundless blood energy. A mighty sword born from a humble knife was a surreal sight. In the next instant, it struck the elder squarely.

Bang!

With a thunderous boom, the king fell from the heavens, his aura fading with every breath. From the early-stage Nascent Soul, it dropped to late-stage Core Formation, then middle, and finally halted at late-stage Foundation Establishment.

He glowered at Qi Yuan, his wrinkled face filled with resentment, rasping, "If I had your backing, would I have fallen so low? Why is this world so unfair? You were born with luxury, enjoyed wealth and honor, and even have masters and mentors to guide you. You have it easy! Even a pampered boy like you can attain Heavenly Dao class! How could this be?!"

He had endured humiliation and persevered, yet this was the end he faced. He absolutely refused to accept this!

Qi Yuan looked at him calmly. "I don't know your past, nor will I judge you. I'll send you to hell."

The old king spat blood. "So, you too covet the Celestial Dragon Realm?

Heh

, I failed. In another hour, the crystal coffin will vanish! If I can't have it, neither will you!"

With that, his head tilted. He breathed his last, endless resentment still etched on his face. The mighty king of a vast dynasty had perished here in silence.

Qi Yuan stood beside the fallen king, vegetable knife still in his hand, lost in thoughts.

"What a pity! There isn't anything useful on him, not even a soul-strengthening technique," he murmured.

After all that effort, he'd gained absolutely nothing but an understanding of where his own strength stood.

Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh. "Is Black Rooster Demon at late-stage Nascent Soul realm already? That's going to be troublesome."

That man still hung over him like a great stone. If not for the Black Rooster Demon, he would've achieved a full-fledged Heavenly Dao class! Then, as the Iceberg Empress once said, his words alone would shape reality!

If I'd reached true perfection, slaying the Black Rooster Demon would be as easy as wringing a rooster's neck!

About a hundred breaths passed before a streak of light descended from the heavens.

A man clad in white robes descended not far from Qi Yuan. He was Po Lang.

His face brightened with surprise. "I sense the aura of the Radiant Sword from afar. So it was you, a member of the Divine Flower Society."

Qi Yuan, who was originally distraught, brightened up as he saw Po Lang. "White Moonlight, you’ve come at last."

Po Lang gazed at the corpse beside Qi Yuan, and smirked. "You even had to use the Radiant Sword to kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Then, the man brandished his sword, eyes sharp as frost. "I’ll show you what the true Radiant Sword is!"

Qi Yuan’s duel with the old king had left his mana untouched. Furthermore, the battlefield bore only faint traces from when he’d destroyed the stronghold earlier. Po Lang also didn't realize that the old king used to be a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"To die beneath the Radiant Sword is an honor," Po Lang declared.

Ranked within the top seven hundred of the Eastern Lands' Prodigy Ranking, his Radiant Sword technique’s form was far more advanced than Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan’s eyes gleamed. "So this is the advanced version. Excellent, it'll be mine soon."

Po Lang sneered. "As Lu Fei said, you really are insane. Do you think I’m as stupid as Zhu Lianhua?"

On his way here, Po Lang met two disciples from the Demonic Desire Sect and had casually slain them both. From Lu Fei’s mouth, he learned the method to enter the Land of the Sunken Coffin and a few other secrets, including that the madman Qi Yuan was hiding there.

Of course, Po Lang failed to realize that Lu Fei’s final words were a trap. Pride made him careless, and the arrogance of a prodigy blinded him to such petty tricks. To him, the so-called geniuses of the Great Shang were hardly worth the attention.

As Po Lang raised his Radiant Sword, divine light enveloped him, sacred and blazing.

He declared coldly, "My sword can slay Core Formation cultivators!"

Then, he swung his sword forward. Let him show the people of this small place what a true genius looked like!

A colossal beam of light fell from the heavens, descending toward Qi Yuan.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan only shook his head. "You even had to use the Radiant Sword to kill Core Formation cultivators? What a waste. To kill you, I need neither blade nor sword. A single flick of my finger is enough."

He raised his hand and pressed his thumb against his middle finger.

Snap!

His middle finger flicked and collided with the terrifying sword-light.

Crack!

That mighty sword shattered instantly. The mana from that single flick shot forward and struck Po Lang’s head.

Pop!

Po Lang’s heart meridian snapped. His eyes widened in disbelief as Qi Yuan's whisper reached his ear. "Beneath my feet lie hundreds of Core Formation cultivators. The one I just killed with the Radiant Sword was a Nascent Soul. But since you are my white moonlight, I couldn't bear to strike you with a blade. So instead, I gave you a gentle flick on your forehead. See, I'm being gentle.

Aah

, was I too forceful? My little flick killed my white moonlight after all."

Qi Yuan smiled as he slowly approached Po Lang.

Po Lang’s face froze in disbelief. He wanted to speak, but no sound came. Only one word formed silently in his heart: madman.

Then, his breath ceased.

Qi Yuan crouched down and began collecting his spoils from the battle. "Well, well. So many spiritual stones."

Finally, something worthwhile after not obtaining anything from those earlier battles.

Qi Yuan rummaged through Po Lang’s storage pouch. "As expected of my white moonlight, always so generous. He had come all the way to see me and even brought gifts. How can I possibly accept?"

There were seven Jade-tier cultivation techniques, two Profound-tier techniques, and an advanced version of the Radiant Sword.

He laughed, "

Hah!

I’ve struck gold this time!"

This trip to the Celestial Dragon Realm was worth it after all. If he could fully absorb all these techniques, the hidden information his eyes revealed would become even richer. His Qi Yuan Scripture could then advance further.

"With the Soul Thought Flower added, this is double fortune."

Not only boosting combat power, that flower could also strengthen his divine soul, increasing his chances of entering the second game world.

"Alright, it seems I’ve cleared this whole Celestial Dragon Realm. Time to leave." He paused, then frowned slightly. "Wait, I should take a look at the crystal coffin that the old king mentioned. It might hold more Soul Thought Flowers. If so, that would make it three blessings in one?"