Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 285 - 273: Mao Yuheng (1/3)

Chapter 285: Chapter 273: Mao Yuheng (1/3)

Nascent Soul Realm experts are few and far between in this world!

Another seven days passed, and Zhou Heng had not encountered any abnormally strong opponent of the Nascent Soul Realm level. There weren’t that many peerless experts for him to stumble upon, yet minor dangers were incessant. Every flower, every blade of grass, and every tree he encountered often harbored intense poisons or malevolent energies, making even him furrow his brow.

Sometimes Feng Lianqing rode the Big Gray Wolf along with him and Ying Mengfan, but more often, she preferred to lazily gamble in the Nine Mystic Trial Tower with Xiao Huoshui and the other two girls—over the days, she had accumulated a considerable amount of debt, her eyebrows knitted as if they could tie knots.

Zhou Heng calculated the distance; the location where the Nine Suns Vitality Grass grew was not within the inner parts of the Death Forest. If the center of the forest were to be used as a reference point, marking out five concentric circles to its outermost boundaries, then that location would be in the fourth circle, far from the center of the forest.

The first layer is said to be where Divinity Transformation Realm experts are buried, containing their unequaled legacies. Unfortunately, even Nascent Soul Realm Old Ancestors could only venture as far as the third layer, and Divine Infant Realm Old Ancestors the second layer, leaving no one able to reach directly to the first layer!

This baffled the people of the world. Who then could obtain the legacy if it was meant for other Divinity Transformation Realm peerless experts? But since they were already of the Divinity Transformation Realm, they naturally followed their own paths, aiming to leap through the nine heavens and become immortals. Why would they need another legacy at that stage?

Zhou Heng was lucky; he actually dug up a Crystal Red Jade Ginseng, roughly seven hundred years old, a truly nourishing treasure!

He was never stingy with his people and immediately had all the women come out from the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, distributing a slice to each of them; even the Big Gray Bear got a piece, which it gleefully slurped up, then stared eagerly at the piece belonging to Feng Lianqing.

If one person were to consume the Crystal Red Jade Ginseng, it could save a regular martial artist seven hundred years of arduous cultivation. However, the higher the cultivation realm, the lesser the effect, especially for someone like Zhou Heng with an unusually vast Dantian space. To him, it merely added about ten days of strenuous cultivation.

While the effect was minimal on him, for someone like Nangong Yuerong, who was of a relatively lower realm, the results were excellent. She was just a whisker away from a breakthrough.

The women returned to the Nine Mystic Trial Tower. The environment of the Death Forest was extremely harsh, with no scenery worth mentioning. It was better to stay inside the Treasure Pagoda with walls all around, gambling, because at least the furniture and the like there were of the highest quality.

Zhou Heng gave a wry smile and only had Ying Mengfan by his side. Her seductive eyes shone with an innocent light, provoking a sense of contemplation from him.

"Let’s go!"

"Mm!"

Ying Mengfan was almost clinging onto Zhou Heng. Not only did her subtle fragrance continuously waft into his nose, but her voluptuous body also pressed tightly against him. The wonderful sensation made Zhou Heng’s mood surge as if he was walking on clouds, light and breezy.

Boom!

He suddenly froze, sensing an outward surge of aura, provoking a strong reaction from him.

Specifically, it was two confronting auras fiercely clashing, like waves, continuously surging in all directions.

Each of these auras was no weaker than his, sparking his curiosity as he pulled Ying Mengfan in that direction.

He was not in a hurry, walking as if strolling, and after about a hundred steps, the auras materialized into substance, swirling like giant waves. As he and Ying Mengfan emerged from a small grove, they saw a roaring black river ahead. On each bank stood a young man, their tangible auras rolling vigorously.

The young man on Zhou Heng’s side was dressed in black, tall and confident, his presence forming a Flood Serpent soaring into the clouds. The young man on the other side, dressed in blue, also extremely slender, exuded an immensely superior air, as if all under heaven should grovel at his feet.

This man’s aura transformed into a blue sword that pierced the sky, clashing with the black-clad young man’s aura.

The two seemed evenly matched, with the Flood Serpent and the blue sword giving no quarter; each collision emitted fearsome killing intent. The shockwaves caused stones to shatter and gold to split, while the river between them was severed, with black water spraying incessantly like rain.

Both men were top contenders in the Mountains and Rivers Realm, and they instantly sensed Zhou Heng and Ying Mengfan, casting a glance their way.

Suddenly, a serpent and a sword surged out from the giant representations, transforming into a smaller Flood Serpent and blue sword, slashing toward Zhou Heng and Ying Mengfan. It wasn’t intentional; they were simply in the heat of battle, where even a glance could turn into a sky full of lethal attacks.

Boom!

Zhou Heng’s aura also suddenly surged, forming a towering Purple Flame, dismissing the serpent and the sword effortlessly.

It wasn’t that his power could truly suppress both opponents at once but rather that they had diverted at most one percent of their attention towards him.

Stirred by the tide of energy, both men turned their gaze towards Zhou Heng, the pressure intensifying.

The Purple Flame blazed, not actual flames but a manifestation of aura representing Essence, Qi and Spirit, a form of battle spirit.

In a moment, Purple Flame, blue sword, and Flood Serpent were sizing each other up, creating a strange equilibrium.

The two young men didn’t focus further on Zhou Heng but instead eyed each other, their battle spirits burning fiercely, ready to unleash a cataclysmic strike at any moment.

The atmosphere grew more oppressive, and suddenly, the two men leapt into action, attacking each other.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, boom boom boom!

The blue sword soared, the Flood Serpent writhed; the two collided, exchanging punches and palms without any finesse, vying purely for power. The resulting shockwaves were like mountains collapsing and tsunamis forming, shaking the nearby ground while the black river created waves tens of meters high.

Swish!

The two men passed by each other, switching positions, but quickly rose again, charging at each other once more.

Generally speaking, people with similar strengths will try to avoid close combat as much as possible because it can lead to unpredictable consequences and injuries. However, these two youths were clearly extremely proud and disdained to test each other with spiritual power from afar, opting instead for the most intense combat method.

Having mastered the momentum, what they contended with was strength and... martial arts techniques!

After probing each other several times, they both realized that the other’s strength was no lesser than their own, rendering further contests of strength meaningless; hence, they both resorted to martial arts techniques, which were now the key to determining the victor.

— Two people of the same realm, one using a Lower Grade Human Level Martial Skill, the other using an Upper Grade Heaven Level Martial Skill, the difference in battle power was like that between heaven and earth!

Boom!

Bright lights flashed. The youth in blue, though unarmed, unleashed intense sword qi that tore through the void, filling the air with azure hues. The youth in black was not to be outdone, his fists pounding out like flood dragons, aspiring to ascend from snakes to dragons, shooting straight up to the Ninth Heaven.

As they both employed martial arts techniques, their battle power surged tremendously!

Interestingly, both seemed to hail from powerful factions, possessing extremely superior martial arts techniques of tremendous might, resulting in a still evenly matched situation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They couldn’t injure each other, but the force of their blows devastated the nearby ground, as if two giant monsters were tearing at each other.

Zhou Heng, thrilled by the sight, shouted, "Fight with me!"

He lunged forward, swinging both fists—one aimed at the youth in blue and the other at the youth in black—attacking both at the same time.

In a one-on-one fight within the same realm, he really couldn’t find anyone else to match him.

"Hmph!"

Both youths snorted coldly at once. This third party dared to attack them both at the same time, seriously underestimating them!

Each being proudly independent in spirit, they, infuriated, abandoned their current opponent and charged towards Zhou Heng.

Bang!

Immense forces stirred, three powers swirling upwards to the sky, with countless clods of earth flying high like millions of crows spreading their wings, soaring thousands of feet high.

Zhou Heng’s figure somersaulted backward, retreating hundreds of feet, and the other two likewise fell back explosively. Between them, a terrifying force continued to surge wildly.

"Hmm, it’s you!" The youth in black took another look at Zhou Heng, his face immediately displaying anger, the flood serpent above his head appearing even more lifelike, its venomous fangs fierce, as if initiating a roar together.

Zhou Heng was stunned; did this guy know him? Moreover, it seemed like there was great enmity?

But how could he not remember ever meeting this person before?

"You know me?" Zhou Heng shouted, the three young men exhibiting a powerful presence that could suppress the heavens and the earth, showing their potential as dragons among men.

As the two started speaking, the youth in blue crossed his hands behind his back, glancing over them, but his eyes caught Ying Mengfan in the distance, his eyes suddenly sparkling with intense astonishment.

"You killed my clan member, you disrupted my old ancestor’s grand plan, did you think you could escape?" the youth in black shouted angrily.

Such fury?

Killing his clan member was something Zhou Heng had little doubt about, as indeed many had died by his hand. But "disrupting my old ancestor’s grand plan"? What did that even mean? This person had the cultivation level of the Peak Third Layer Heaven in the Mountains and Rivers realm, his battle power immensely fearsome.

The term "old ancestor" was spoken with utmost respect, like a deeply adoring junior, which meant this "old ancestor’s" cultivation level was definitely not as simple as the Spirit Sea realm.

It had to be at least the Nascent Soul realm!

There weren’t many experts in the Nascent Soul realm in this world, and the only factions he had made enemies with at this level were the Ying Family and... the Mao Family!

The Mao Family!

Zhou Heng suddenly realized, saying, "Which generation of the Mao Family are you from?"

"Mao Yuheng! Also, the one who will kill you!" The youth in black bellowed, charging towards Zhou Heng. He threw a punch, the flood serpent in the air also roaring, plunging down from the sky and opening its huge maw towards Zhou Heng.

"Not necessarily!" Zhou Heng’s killing intent surged.

The Mao Family nearly killed his father, an irreconcilable hatred. He would kill every member of the Mao Family, showing no mercy!

His right fist swung out, an Eight-Colored Lotus forming first, flying towards Mao Yuheng. Then, activating his Crimson Gold bloodline, his fist turned golden yellow, like a meteor streaking across the sky, he heavily slammed it into Mao Yuheng.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote recommend, monthly tickets on QiDian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)