Chapter 1121: Chapter 1120: Mutual Progress, Joint Breakthrough

"One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand!"

Lu Yang became the sword; with a flicker of his body, he produced countless Green Peak Swords, indistinguishable between real and fake, forming a Sword Cage that imprisoned Meng Jingzhou within.

"Mere mortals dare to touch me, death!" Meng Jingzhou responded domineeringly, his black hair flying wildly, exuding an aura that surpassed this realm, his fist sending a large swath of Green Peak Swords flying.

The Green Peak Swords were unending, inexhaustible; no matter how many Meng Jingzhou shattered, new ones would replenish and launch fresh assaults on him.

What Meng Jingzhou failed to notice was that the Green Peak Sword Lu Yang had become was stealthily mixed in a spot extremely close to him, not attacking, but drawing circles around him.

"Draw a Prison!"

Meng Jingzhou secretly muttered trouble; he had fallen for that grandson Lu Yang’s ploy and suddenly felt his body sink, trapped in an underground cell surrounded by pitch-blackness, unable to discern up from down or left from right.

"A mere earth prison dares to imprison me, my fists alone are supreme!"

Boom, boom, boom—

The impregnable prison’s interior was suddenly marked by countless Fist Seals and then exploded, Meng Jingzhou bursting forth from the ground!

But what greeted Meng Jingzhou was not light, but a slash from Lu Yang!

Lu Yang struck head-on, and Meng Jingzhou clasped his hands together, firmly catching the tip of the sword, effectively seizing Lu Yang’s head.

Lu Yang twisted his body; if Meng Jingzhou didn’t let go, his hands would be cut by the sharp sword edge!

Meng Jingzhou immediately realized this and, instead of releasing, chose to spin in sync with Lu Yang, man and sword revolving rapidly in the air, spinning countless times before touching down to a halt.

In the end, because the Immortal Sword Technique was too immature, Lu Yang was one step behind, narrowly defeated by Meng Jingzhou.

"Ha ha, how about that, Old Lu, I won, didn’t I?" Finally beating that grandson Lu Yang for once, Meng Jingzhou was in high spirits. Had he been in Imperial City, he would have thrown a three-day feast, inviting guests from all directions.

"Just wait, when I figure out the second move, I’ll come to find you!" Lu Yang retorted and went back to shut himself away for intense cultivation.

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"Slash!"

Lu Yang had grasped the second move of the Immortal Sword Technique and immediately sought out Meng Jingzhou to settle the score. After an intense battle, Lu Yang’s final slash broke through Meng Jingzhou’s Barrier Door, causing Meng Jingzhou to falter and be defeated.

"Hey, Old Meng, how could you lose after just a few rounds? Your fist technique is lacking." With the upper hand regained, Lu Yang felt relieved. Were he in Buddha Country, he would invite Old Meng to eat for three days straight.

"Pah, just you wait, I’m about to elevate my fist technique to the Eight Desolate Realm!"

Meng Jingzhou immediately returned to his closed-door cultivation.

...

"My fists alone are supreme!"

"Old Lu, not to speak ill of you, but your swordsmanship isn’t cutting it; it can’t even withstand my fist."

"You just wait, next time you’re definitely going to lose; I’ve already found a flaw in your sword technique, just watch as my twelve moves of swordsmanship scare you to death!"

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"You just wait, you’ve only won this once; I already know how to fix the flaws in my fist technique, next time my fists alone will hammer you senseless, you won’t be able to tell north from south, east from west!"

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"Old Meng, you just wait!"

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"Don’t get too happy too early, Old Lu!"

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"Don’t get cocky, Old Meng!"

The two became fiercely competitive, determined to outdo each other with their original moves, proving who was the strongest. Their initially crude techniques rapidly improved amidst their fights, addressing weaknesses and becoming increasingly refined.

"It’s still me who won, right?" Meng Jingzhou recalled the recent battle and was so delighted he couldn’t settle down for cultivation.

"He aims to continue refining his fist technique in one go, ensuring Old Lu won’t win next time!"

Meng Jingzhou happily entered his closed-door cultivation, taking an Oblivion Pill to reach a state of sudden enlightenment, with his fist technique flashing rapidly through his mind. In the previous confrontation, what appeared flawless to others seemed glaringly obvious.

"Hmm, I need to change the force-applying motion of this move; otherwise, it’ll be easy for Lu Yang to interrupt."

"Footwork needs to be adjusted too; it’s too rigid, not fluid enough."

Cultivation knows no time, Meng Jingzhou didn’t realize how long he had been immersed in his fist techniques. As his fists dramatically improved, his realm silently reached the Great Perfection of the Divinity Transformation Stage, just a single thought away from a breakthrough.

He now felt like a full water bottle, a gentle shake, and water would overflow, achieving Great Perfection.

"Success!"

This time, Meng Jingzhou’s seclusion brought significant gains, but upon rising, he found his body somewhat unstable.

"Am I about to break through to the Void Refinement Stage?"

Meng Jingzhou rejoiced. Indeed, it was a stroke of double luck with both his fist technique and realm breaking through.

"Time to leave seclusion and face the Tribulation!"

Now he could recite the Immortal’s Quotations backwards easily and with the backing of the Yingtian Immortal, passing the tribulation would be a piece of cake.

"It seems Old Lu, you’re one step behind. I’ll reach the Void Refinement Stage first!"

Meng Jingzhou pushed open the stone door and even the gloomy sky seemed remarkably beautiful.

He lazily stretched, ready to welcome the Heavenly Tribulation, only to see his defeated underling Lu Yang running over excitedly.

Lu Yang was holding a new type of bun invented by Yun Mengmeng, with the filling baked on the outside.

"Old Meng, let me show you a new sword technique I’ve just comprehended."

Meng Jingzhou smiled inscrutably, "Old Lu, you and I are no longer in the same realm of cultivators."

Lu Yang’s once joyful smile froze on his face.

"Are you about to break through?"

"Indeed," Meng Jingzhou said, pointing to the rapidly gathering dark clouds above.

Lu Yang’s complexion changed drastically, and he took off running. He was always on the edge of a breakthrough, suppressing his realm because he was afraid of facing the tribulation. He had thought to delay it by a few days if possible.

But who would have thought Old Meng would bring the Thunder Tribulation down on them so soon?

Damn it, the spiritual essence within is unstable and about to burst out!

Under the gathering power of the Heavenly Tribulation, the Power of the Heavenly Tribulation drew Lu Yang out, helping him puncture through the bottleneck of his realm!

"Eh, Old Lu, you’re breaking through too?" Meng Jingzhou noticed Lu Yang’s anomaly; he was in a similar state to himself.

The originally dark clouds grew denser, and new clouds joined the brewing storm above.

"Well, then, let’s face the Tribulation together."

Thunder rumbled, flashing behind the dark clouds, filled with the same excitement as Meng Jingzhou.

"I think it’s better if we face the Tribulation separately," Lu Yang whispered as he quietly distanced himself from Meng Jingzhou. Facing the Tribulation together was definitely not a good idea.

"Come on, let’s do it together."

Meng Jingzhou wouldn’t let Lu Yang escape easily; with Lu Yang there, the difficulty of passing the tribulation would surely decrease.

With a thundering roar, the tribulation descended, swift and fierce, enveloping them both.

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Laurel Fairy Palace, the Black Ancient Ring.

The Venerable Ying Long soaring through the sky took human form, his face unable to hide his smile.

This puzzled his disciple Startling Swan, who always thought of her master as a dignified individual, "Master, is there something that makes you happy?"

Yingtian Immortal stroked his good disciple’s head with a smile, "Yes, something good has happened. Your master will make a trip."

Yingtian Immortal left the Black Ancient Ring, and no one in the Fairy Palace noticed his presence.

He activated the Tribulation Dao Fruit, linking his intent to the Heavenly Tribulation gathering above the Seek Dao Sect.

"Heh, both are present, perfect. Let’s start with the Qiantian Divine Thunder, ranked number one in the Divinity Transformation Stage, to warm you two up."