I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 558: Wang Baole: Senior Brother, you’ve gotten arrogant
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Chapter 558: Wang Baole: Senior Brother, you've gotten arrogant
High above North Jade Mountain.
Two immense Dharma Phases faced off, their terrifying pressure drawing the attention of every cultivator present on the mountain.
"Your Highness, which Great Sage is currently battling the Heartless Palace Saintess? Why was this individual missing from our previous reports?"
A general of the Black Dragon Army watched the display, his expression turning extremely serious.
The Crown Prince of North Abyss remarked casually: "That is Nie Xiuyuan. I did not anticipate that he would be on par with the likes of Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian. It appears this journey to North Jade Mountain will be far from tedious."
Meanwhile, at the Great Thunder Sound Temple’s encampment.
The Golden Cicada Buddhist Son observed the two figures clashing in the heavens and chanted: "Amitabha, these two fellow Daoists possess such fiery temperaments, engaging in a massive struggle over a mere difference of opinion."
The monks standing nearby heard his words and quickly moved to intervene.
"Buddhist Son, you aren't planning to step in and force them to stop, are you?"
Hearing this, the other monks also turned curious eyes toward the Golden Cicada Buddhist Son.
Their Buddhist Son was known for such antics; while he claimed to convince others with virtue, he usually employed overwhelming force, using his bizarre strength to suppress both sides until they could no longer fight.
The Golden Cicada Buddhist Son glanced at the monk as if looking at a fool: "Do you believe a Bodhi tree grows from my neck? Their power is no less than mine. Stepping in to mediate wouldn't be a deed of immeasurable merit—it would just result in me receiving a brutal beating."
"..."
The monks were left speechless. It seemed their Buddhist Son only chose to "persuade" those who were weaker than him.
Still, this was a relief; they wouldn't have to worry about the Great Thunder Sound Temple offending two major sacred grounds. It wasn't that they feared these factions, but there was simply no reason to invite such conflict.
"Buddhist Son, in your opinion, who will emerge victorious?"
The monk asked out of curiosity.
Golden Cicada Buddhist Son replied: "My thoughts are irrelevant; what matters is what you believe."
Monk: "..."
He wondered silently: What has gotten into the Buddhist Son today?
In the sky, as the sun began its slow descent, the auras of the two combatants reached their absolute zenith.
As a single ray of twilight pierced the air between them, the two figures—who had been as still as stone—moved simultaneously.
"Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions!"
"One Sword of Carefree Wandering!"
The Heartless Palace Saintess and Nie Xiuyuan unleashed their techniques at the exact same moment.
Two massive arcs of sword energy tore through the firmament.
In a heartbeat, the entirety of North Jade Mountain was blanketed by these two devastating waves of sword energy.
Even though the duel took place high above the ground, the sheer force of the energy passing overhead made the cultivators below tremble, their very souls quaking with dread.
What monstrous individuals.
This realization flashed through the minds of everyone present.
Even the Crown Prince of North Abyss and the Golden Cicada Buddhist Son felt their expressions turn grim as they witnessed the two sword strikes.
These two were certainly not inferior to them. North Jade Mountain was becoming quite an interesting place.
Rumble!!!
The collision of the two sword energies produced a series of thunderous explosions, sounding as if the heavens themselves were fracturing.
The earth and the mountains shook violently in response.
Below, the crowd of watching cultivators scrambled to activate their protective magic treasures for safety.
After a long while, darkness fell, and a sense of calm finally returned to North Jade Mountain.
Everyone peered cautiously toward the sky.
The silver moonlight bathed the two figures, making their features clearly visible.
Pfft...
The Heartless Palace Saintess was the first to falter, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Pressing a hand to her chest, she admitted: "I have lost. I never imagined you would reach such a terrifying level in just over ten years. You truly live up to your reputation as the former genius of Wendao Academy."
Nie Xiuyuan took a leisurely swallow of wine and smiled: "Fellow Daoist of the Heartless Palace, your skills are commendable as well. Had your comprehension of the True Meaning of the Great Dao been slightly deeper, the result tonight might have been different."
The onlookers were struck with awe. No one had expected the man once known as the Green Offense King to possess such overwhelming power now.
The cultivators who had been mocking him earlier quietly hid their faces and slipped away into the shadows.
With a freezing expression, the Heartless Palace Saintess declared: "My Heartless Palace concedes this time. We shall settle this another day."
She prepared to depart immediately. To suffer a setback against a fellow Nirvana Realm cultivator of the same generation was a bitter pill to swallow.
"Hold on a moment," Nie Xiuyuan called out.
"Is there something else?"
The Saintess instinctively gripped her sword tighter. Even with her injuries, she was far from defenseless.
"This clash began because of our juniors. If we don't resolve the root of the issue, wouldn't our fight have been for nothing?" Nie Xiuyuan said calmly.
Hearing his words, the Heartless Palace Saintess realized how ironic it was that they had fought so fiercely without even knowing the cause.
She turned her sharp gaze toward the young woman in the green skirt: "Qing'er, step forward and explain what happened."
Nie Xiuyuan also looked toward Wang Baole.
Wang Baole, in turn, prompted Nangong Yu: "My dear, would you mind explaining the situation?"
The spectators, who had been about to leave, lingered out of curiosity, eager to hear the full story.
Under her master's stern gaze, the girl in the green skirt felt a wave of guilt. She was the cause of this mess, and she had caused her master to lose face.
Not daring to hide the truth, she recounted the events from her perspective.
Nangong Yu also stepped forward, fearlessly detailing the encounter from start to finish.
As the two accounts matched perfectly, the Heartless Palace Saintess's face grew even darker.
Nie Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Saintess Leng, your Heartless Palace certainly acts with great authority, attempting to recruit my junior sister into your Sect. Do you perhaps believe my master is incapable of instructing his own disciples?"
At those words, all eyes turned toward the Saintess.
She rubbed her temples tiredly and ordered: "Qing'er, apologize to these two fellow Daoists."
It was indeed a massive blunder for a disciple of the Heartless Palace to try and poach a disciple belonging to a top-tier Great Sage. Even if one intended to lure someone away, doing so in front of their fellow disciples was incredibly disrespectful.
"Yes..."
Looking aggrieved, Qing'er bowed toward Nangong Yu and Wang Yufei, saying respectfully: "Fellow Daoists, I was out of line. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me."
"Hmm."
The two women offered a cold response, not even bothering to look at her.
"Let us depart."
The Heartless Palace Saintess waved her hand, leading her followers away.
Meanwhile, the group from Wendao Academy crowded around Nie Xiuyuan.
Wang Baole spoke up: "Senior Brother, let me congratulate you on gaining such fame with a single fight."
Nie Xiuyuan took another drink: "It was an unexpected turn of events. I have a feeling that during this stay at North Jade Mountain, I'll have the chance to test myself against even more experts. I wonder who is more formidable, the Golden Cicada Buddhist Son or the Crown Prince of North Abyss."
"Senior Brother, you've gotten arrogant," Wang Baole teased.
Nie Xiuyuan laughed: "You brat, you have no respect for your elders. If I don't drink you under the table tonight, my name isn't Nie."
"Who's afraid? We won't stop until we're both drunk tonight!"
"To a night of drinking!"
While the atmosphere among the Wendao Academy disciples was cheerful, the women of the Heartless Palace were drenched in a somber mood, their judgmental glares fixed on Qing'er.
Felling the weight of their stares, Qing'er could hardly bear it. "Master, this disciple has truly erred," she whispered, unable to endure the silence.