Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 1058: Misfortune Continues

Chapter 1058: Misfortune Continues

By now, several days had passed, and Fang Chen was now flushed red like a boiled lobster.

Given his formidable physique of a sixth-rank sword body, it was almost laughable that a mere illness could leave him in this pitiful state. However, this was no ordinary sickness. It carried traces of a force not belonging to the mortal world. Under its influence, Fang Chen felt as though he had been stripped of the powers that once marked him as a cultivator and returned to a state of mere mortality.

"So thirsty.... My heart's racing. My throat burns. It's like being stricken by a plague," muttered Fang Chen bitterly.

It was clear that the Misfortune Calamity was far more terrifying than a simple disease. What made it even worse was that while enduring misfortune, he also had to suffer the full brunt of the plague-like effects.

Fortunately, his surroundings were deserted. There were only a few ordinary beasts roaming nearby. There wasn't a trace of demonic beasts, cultivators, or even mortal humans within dozens of miles.

If the calamity remained at this level, Fang Chen thought that he could simply endure it and survive.

Once this calamity passes, I must head to the Three Thousand Dao Realm to seek the Soul Splitting Chapter. Every realm in the Middle Three Realms is tantamount to laying the foundation, building for the Upper Three Realms. I must not take my next breakthrough lightly.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Fang Chen gritted his teeth and endured several more days of suffering. Gradually, he felt his condition easing.

However, he wasn't sure whether the illness had simply run its course, or if the Misfortune Calamity had finally passed.

To verify, he picked up a withered branch and flung it at a nearby flying bird. The branch flew like lightning, but missed by a wide margin and brushed past the flying bird several feet away. The flying bird was utterly unfazed and simply lowered its head to preen its feathers.

Seeing this, Fang Chen's heart sank. His calamity was not over yet.

To think that even striking a flying bird was so arduous! In his current state, even a small fry like Ji Liang could easily take his life.

Just then, a dense black mist surged from the east. It coalesced into the form of a black robed middle-aged man on a distant mountain peak. Almost simultaneously, a purple mist rolled in from the west, forming another purple-robed middle-aged man.

"This deserted place is perfect for settling our grudges," said the black-robed man coldly.

The purple-robed man laughed, his voice filled with murderous glee. "I have waited decades for this day. Today, you will die beneath my sword!"

Without another word, the two unleashed their spells. Flying swords clashed midair, five element energy raged across the mountainside, and the residual shockwaves hammered ceaselessly upon Fang Chen.

Luckily, both their cultivation levels were only at the Foundation Building Realm. Otherwise, the aftermath alone would have shattered Fang Chen's spiritual energy shield.

For three days and three nights, the duel raged. Throughout, Fang Chen bore the endless bombardment of residual force, leaving him battered and bruised. At last, the two combatants who felt utterly exhausted stopped.

It was only then, after days of carnage, that they finally noticed Fang Chen's presence amidst the wreckage.

"Who are you?! Why have you been spying on our duel?" demanded one of them.

The other's eyes narrowed and hissed, "Our grievances can wait. This man may have sinister intentions."

Regaining a shred of spiritual energy, they approached Fang Chen cautiously.

Fang Chen pointed at a charred, collapsed wooden hut not far away. "Gentlemen, I was here first."

The two glanced at the ruin in surprise.

"So what if you arrived first? Since you saw us, why did you remain silent? What hidden agenda do you have?" snapped the purple-robed man.

Fang Chen shrugged and replied, "Why should I speak? I was right in front of you. You were blind to not see me."

"Arrogant brat!" yelled the black-robed man as he raised his hand to teach Fang Chen a lesson.

Before he could act, the heavens roared deafeningly.

Thunder rumbled, clouds churned, and both the Foundation Building Realm cultivators instinctively gazed upwards.

A battered and bloodied figure hurtled through the sky, dodging bolts of lightning with desperate agility.

"Are the heavens trying to kill me now too?" muttered Fang Chen as his face darkened.

If the Misfortune Calamity pushed matters to this extent, he might have no choice but to unleash the forbidden Heavenly Abhorrence Technique.

From the magnitude of the heavenly tribulation, the figure in the sky was either at the Dao Union Realm or the Tribulation Realm.

In his current state, if even a fragment of that lightning tribulation struck him, he would be obliterated instantly.

Wait! That figure looked familiar!

"Master?!" cried Fang Chen in shock.

It was his master, Wang Zhenlong, who was undergoing his tribulation!

"Master?!" repeated the two Foundation Building Realm cultivators.

They exchanged a bewildered glance, then broke into mocking laughter.

They sneered, "You think such a claim will scare us off? How could a country bumpkin like you be connected to such a powerful being?"

Looking at Wang Zhenlong, they felt immense awe and terror. After all, lightning tribulation was a phenomenon they could scarcely dream of facing.

As if hearing Fang Chen's cry, Wang Zhenlong glanced downward with a flash of surprise crossing his face.

He shouted, "Kid! What are you doing here?!"

Wasn't he supposed to be in the Prison Wind Lands? When did he return? Why did he return to this barren place?

Thinking of this, Wang Zhenlong's expression darkened. He raged, "Didn't I tell you all not to come near during my tribulation?! The heavenly tribulation is no trivial matter!"

With that, he sped away as fast as he could, trying to lead the tribulation elsewhere.

However, a bolt of lightning, originally meant for Wang Zhenlong, veered off and smashed into the mountain near Fang Chen.

A hundred-foot-tall mountain evaporated instantly, leaving behind a deep, smoking crater.

The two Foundation Building Realm cultivators turned deathly pale. The aura of destruction still lingering in the air made their hearts quail.

What was even terrifying was that Wang Zhenlong's reaction had confirmed that this "country bumpkin" was indeed his disciple!

Their legs trembled violently.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhenlong glanced back and, upon seeing Fang Chen's condition more clearly, he gasped in shock.

"Your second calamity has arrived?!" questioned Wang Zhenlong.

Fang Chen gave a bitter smile and nodded. "Yes, the Misfortune Calamity."

If not for this calamity, he would never have encountered his master at such a critical moment.

With no time to spare, Wang Zhenlong shot off into the distance, with the reluctant heavenly tribulation chasing after him.

The two Foundation Building Realm cultivators dropped to their knees instantly. With cold sweat pouring from their foreheads, they begged, "Senior! We... We didn't know Senior was cultivating here! Please, spare our lives!"

The Second Calamity!

As far as they remembered, the first calamity would happen in the Golden Core Realm, and the second calamity would occur in the Enlightenment Realm. This meant that this person was an Enlightenment Realm grandmaster!

Before Fang Chen could respond, a flash of light tore through the void.

A man plummeted from the sky, thrashing wildly as he fell, and slammed into the ground with an earth-shaking boom.

Boom!

A deep pit appeared. Fang Chen gripped onto the edge of the newly formed pit and staggered to his feet. However, the two Foundation Building Realm cultivators had already been crushed to dust by the impact.

The newcomer, lying at the pit's center, suddenly sat up.

He grabbed Fang Chen roughly and interrogated, "Boy, where is this place?"

Without hesitation, Fang Chen bowed respectfully and answered calmly, "Senior, this is Tuxiong Star..."

He had heard this place once before from a Prison Wind Lands cultivator.