Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 304 - 292: Dragon-shaped Momentum (2/3)

Chapter 304: Chapter 292: Dragon-shaped Momentum (2/3)

Momentum was the embodiment of a martial artist’s essence, Qi, and spirit.

For ordinary martial artists, momentum had no significant meaning, but for high-tier martial artists, the intimidation of their momentum could defeat the enemy without a fight, completely destroying their will to fight.

Transforming momentum into form was something only high-tier martial artists could achieve. Only a powerful will twisting space could form a tangible shape.

What form it took was beyond the martial artist’s control; it was a natural expression of their essence, Qi, and spirit—transforming into a sword, blade, or axe if primarily aggressive; a tiger, lion, or wolf if naturally brutal; and a mountain or the sea if the momentum was stable.

Zhou Heng’s momentum had incredibly transformed into a dragon!

A purple Heavenly Dragon made of flames!

Supposedly, momentum was just an expression of essence, Qi, and spirit, so why did it feel like it was burning their skin?

People outside the town felt it personally; the intense burning sensation made them retreat step by step, as if a real fire dragon was rampaging through the town.

"Domain!"

Gu Lingfei’s eyes flickered. She knew Zhou Heng had mastered the Domain, and the Domain was an expression of will, hence the fiery purple dragon seemed both illusory and real, existing in a mere thought of Zhou Heng.

But she had never heard of anyone whose momentum could transform into a dragon!

How monstrously talented was this young man!

The purple fire dragon above Zhou Heng’s head continuously danced and roared angrily. The sound of its dragon chant, though inaudible to the ear, directly reached the soul, resonating in everyone’s heart.

Looking at Zhou Heng, it felt like he was not a young man at the Mountains and Rivers Realm, but a Great Emperor, a Heavenly Venerate from ancient times!

One by one, people knelt down, clapping, clapping, clapping in succession, and even several experts at the Mountains and Rivers Realm were no exception. Under Zhou Heng’s oppressive momentum, they could only feel endless submission.

Defeating the enemy without a fight!

Gu Lingfei felt somewhat bewildered, feeling an irresistible urge to kneel before Zhou Heng in deep reverence. She was shocked, realizing that if Zhou Heng were at the same Great Realm as her, her mind would be controlled, and she wouldn’t be able to utilize even ten to twenty percent of her cultivation level, inevitably leading to her defeat!

Thank goodness! Thank goodness!

She now had the bolstering power of East Spirit Mountain, endlessly flowing and perfectly balanced!

"Lie down!" Gu Lingfei shouted again, her palm flipped and struck, her power terrifyingly close to the Nascent Soul Realm swirled ferociously.

"Roar!" Zhou Heng glared angrily, and the Heavenly Dragon behind him immediately roared silently, its fury swirling soundlessly.

Gu Lingfei’s strike suddenly went askew, and boom, a huge pit formed a hundred zhang to Zhou Heng’s left.

...That was outrageously off target!

The people outside the town twitched their mouths, thinking even a deviation by one or two zhang would have been more acceptable, but a whole hundred zhang? Even blindly striking randomly would have been more precise!

But no one dared to laugh, as Zhou Heng’s formidable momentum rolled over their minds like thunder, instinctively making them feel reverence, with no emotion left in them but prostration.

Gu Lingfei’s breathing was somewhat labored; the extent of anger burning within her was indescribable.

Was it really that difficult to suppress a mere young man at the Mountains and Rivers Realm?

The more potential Zhou Heng demonstrated, the more it mocked her discernment, feeling like a loud slap on her face. She took a deep breath, and when she reached out with her right hand again, it transformed into a massive ice mountain, plummeting towards Zhou Heng.

She finally made use of martial arts techniques!

Zhou Heng shouted again, his terrifying momentum swirling, but Gu Lingfei was ultimately at the Spirit Sea Realm, her spirit steadfast, with her own path, aiming to form her own deities. Her strike, though slightly hesitant and slightly skewed, ultimately continued towards Zhou Heng.

"Stop!"

A deep voice rang out, and with a snap, the ice mountain in mid-air suddenly crumbled, a suppressive force sweeping over, deepening everyone’s anxiety.

Whoosh, a figure appeared; by Zhou Heng’s side now stood an old woman in blue robes, leaning on a walking stick, her face wrinkled, hair graying, seemingly ancient, exuding a scent of decay.

Gu Lingfei immediately bowed, saying, "Greetings to Ancestor Master Lin!"

Ancestor?

She was at the Spirit Sea Realm, and it was enough to call a Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor "uncle." Only someone at the Divine Infant Realm, the strongest in the world, would warrant her calling them Ancestor Master!

Hisss!

What merit or ability did that young man possess to have drawn out an old ancestor of the Divine Infant Realm!

The old woman in blue smiled gently, waving her hand, and the power of the entire East Spirit Mountain immediately withdrew. Being a fellow disciple from East Spirit Immortal Pond and two Great Realms higher than Gu Lingfei, she easily dissolved Gu Lingfei’s secret technique.

"Young man, is your surname Zhou?"

Zhou Heng took another look at the old woman. His name was no secret; why did she bother asking knowingly? He now harbored no goodwill towards the entire East Spirit Immortal Pond, merely smiling faintly, he said, "I am Zhou Heng."

He had thought wrong; the Divinity Transformation Realm hadn’t appeared for tens of thousands of years, making the Divine Infant Realm the strongest in the world. Even combining the Three Great Dynasties, there would not be many of them, and in the eyes of these peerless experts, all things in the world were as insignificant as ants.

The only things that could catch their attention were other experts of the same level, and perhaps those of the Nascent Soul Realm. Even those of the Spirit Sea Realm could not catch their eye, let alone Zhou Heng from the Mountains and Rivers Realm.

No matter how monstrous, if one didn’t reach this level, they were ultimately just ants—just slightly bigger ones.

If Zhou Heng had known this, he would have understood that Ancestor Master Lin really held him in high regard!

"Ancestor Master Lin, does this young man have a deep connection with you?" Gu Lingfei asked respectfully.

"A deep connection?" The old woman in blue robes showed a contemplative look, her expression very melancholic, as if she were dreaming back to a thousand years ago, and she did not speak for a long while. She was of the Divine Infant Realm, the strongest in the world; no one dared show any impatience in her presence.

After a moment of contemplation, she finally said, "This young man does not have a connection with me, but with my East Spirit Immortal Pond!"

This relationship was somewhat significant!

But the East Spirit Immortal Pond was an entirely female sect; how could it have a connection with a young man?

Gu Lingfei immediately thought that this must be connected to the aura of Zhou Heng transforming into a purple fire dragon, but she did not have the right to ask, as the old woman in blue didn’t reveal any further!

"Lingfei, why were you arguing with this young man?" the old woman in blue robes now busied herself with this trivial matter.

After a moment of surprise, Gu Lingfei said, "It happened like this..." She recounted the incident from beginning to end, sticking mostly to the truth, though naturally, she would not admit her personal motives. Instead, she highly praised the Wu brothers while casting strong doubts on Zhou Heng’s character.

There, that guy had so many lovers, he couldn’t count them on one hand!

How could their disciples of the East Spirit Immortal Pond possibly marry such a fickle man!

"Lingfei, love cannot be forced. If those three disciples of yours are willing, let them marry this young man," said the old woman in blue robes, her eyes on Zhou Heng, filled with an indescribable emotion.

"Ancestor Master Lin!" Gu Lingfei called out unwillingly. She would never agree to this. This young man had dared to burn her clothes and hair, humiliating her publicly; how could she let her beloved disciples marry such a man!

She firmly said, "I will never agree! Zhou Heng, listen, I give you ten days. If you can defeat me within these ten days, I will no longer interfere with you and Xiangxiang’s affairs; otherwise, wait to toast at the wedding!"

"Lingfei, why must you do this?" sighed the old woman in blue robes.

"Ancestor Master Lin, you may be my elder, but this is a personal matter of mine, please do not interfere!" Gu Lingfei stubbornly insisted.

The old woman in blue robes sighed again and said, "Lingfei, build good karma when you can. Be kind to others and be kind to yourself; take care of your own affairs!" She stepped into the air, disappearing in a few steps.

Gu Lingfei looked at Zhou Heng with a complex expression, unable to fathom why a Divine Infant Realm sect elder would speak up for him, but on this matter, she was adamant about not yielding!

"Hmph, you have only ten days; otherwise, you must leave this seat forever and never come back!" She flicked her sleeve, her figure also drifting up and disappearing in a moment.

"Zhou Heng!"

As Gu Lingfei left, the barrier she had set up naturally vanished, and the women soon gathered around him.

Zhou Heng wanted to meet them, but the two palms he had taken to his chest were too severe. Combined with the constant exertion of his spiritual power to combat the immense pressure from East Spirit Mountain, his strength had long been drained; without a belief supporting him, he wouldn’t even have had the strength to stand.

At this moment, as the pressure lifted, he suddenly fell forward.

Ying Mengfan was the quickest to react, catching him in her arms and crying out, "Zhou, Heng! Zhou, Heng! Don’t die!"

Zhou Heng’s face darkened; though he was gravely injured, he was still far from death. However, since Ying Mengfan had the intelligence of a four- or five-year-old, her display was genuine affection, and how could Zhou Heng possibly be truly angry.

He barely raised a hand and stroked Ying Mengfan’s hair, smiling, "Don’t cry, a crying face isn’t pretty!"

"Wow, did you die, Zhouzi?" Feng Lianqing said heartlessly.

Hearing her say this, Ying Mengfan burst into loud tears, while Xiao Huoshui and the others, who were slower, saw Ying Mengfan’s state and thought Zhou Heng had actually died, and they, too, began to weep bitterly.

Han Yulian was both touched and amused, scolding, "Zhou Heng isn’t dead, what are you fussing about!"

"Not dead?" All the women stopped their tears, except Ying Mengfan, who continued to sob uncontrollably. Feng Lianqing’s eyes darted about, ready to make a sneaky escape.

Fortunately, although Zhou Heng was not dead, he was severely injured, and the women were too worried to settle accounts with her. They quickly carried Zhou Heng into the inn to let him rest properly.

Half a day later, Zhou Heng woke up.

"Zhou Heng, don’t be rash!" Han Yulian immediately said.

Zhou Heng nodded, his thoughts moving, and he began to heal himself first.

Having mastered the Bloodline Power, as long as the injuries weren’t fundamental, he could heal immediately by expending spiritual power—the condition being that there were no extoic spiritual powers left inside his body. To heal, he had to first expel Gu Lingfei’s spiritual power from his body.

With a thought, his dragon-shaped aura surged, and the extoic spiritual powers inside him were quickly blasted out.