Chapter 185 - 185 183 The Awakening of the Giant Spirit

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185: Chapter 183: The Awakening of the Giant Spirit 185: Chapter 183: The Awakening of the Giant Spirit Lying on his chest with a pair of bright red, round eyes, it stared unwaveringly down at Baili An, not blinking once. The little paws clutched a carrot that it silently raised, holding it to Baili An’s lips as if wielding a sword. The icy gaze seemed to say, “Are you sure you want to throw me out again?” That expression was cold and resentful, yet somehow indescribably wronged, annoyingly causing the tuft of tail perched on its rump to tremble with agitation. Baili An thought to himself that the little rabbit was having a tantrum and needed to be coaxed. With a crunch, he bit off a piece of the carrot. At this moment, he didn’t reveal his tusks, nor was he worried about spreading Corpse Poison. He brought the bitten-off carrot to the rabbit’s three-part lips, “I won’t throw you, I didn’t mean to do it just now.” Baili An wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but as the rabbit lowered its head to look at the carrot between his fingers, the red in its eyes deepened for an instant. It bit into the carrot, crunching it down contentedly before continuing to sleep snuggled in his embrace. “This young brother is…” Chai Ye couldn’t help but ask. It was his first time seeing someone getting along so naturally with the imposing young miss. Baili An glanced at the man and said warmly, “My name is Si Chen, and I am one of the cultivator Guest Elders supporting Lady Fang in her bid for the City Lord position.” The four Guest Elder cultivators stiffened, their expressions indescribably complex. … … Beneath the suspended moonlight, a frosty night that would kill the weakest of plants. Fang Geyu stowed the Unicorn-drawn carriage into the Hundred Treasures Beast Control Pouch and then led the group ready to enter the city. Speaking of entering the city, it was only a border city under Xianling’s jurisdiction. The examination competition wouldn’t officially start until three months later; naturally, the main city gates wouldn’t open for outsiders so soon. Though the four possessed the not inconsiderable cultivation of the Sea Expansion Realm, they were not true heir candidates participating in the trials. Without Fang Geyu’s identity leading them, they might be strong, yet without the right to step onto Xianling City’s territory. Therefore, although the four elders had arrived at Xianling City early as commanded, they could only honestly await Fang Geyu’s arrival, blowing in the night wind. Crossing the ancient stele that symbolized a profound meaning, two imposing armored giants stood on each side of the stele. Their armor shrouded in snow, heavy helmets hanging with face masks, the giants’ true faces remained hidden. Each giant clasped a giant sword in their hands, its blade marred by rust and many notches. Like sculptures in the landscape between heaven and earth, the giants revealed no sign of life. However, as people approached, the thick snow atop the giants’ armor cascaded down. The cold sheen of the metal glinted under the moonlight, almost dazzling. The giants’ arms slowly lifted, as if two ancient spirits were awakening from the primordial times. Two terrifying pressures descended like falling suns, resplendent and beyond description. Those rusty giant swords, akin to primordial Battle Axes, rose with the lifting arms. Everyone below felt their bodies almost pulled from the ground in the face of that elongated, hurricane-like Sword Intent. The four Sea Expansion Realm Guest Elder Cultivators, under such terrifying pressure, turned pale and grimaced, feeling as if they were about to die under the overwhelming presence of the two giant swords the next instant. They were incredibly shocked, having heard of the formidable reputation of Xianling City but never imagined that even the boundary marker’s guardian giants would be so terrifyingly strong. The Xianling City guardian giants, protectors of all directions, behind the boundary marker stood the eight border cities of Xianling’s outer perimeter. Xianling City descended into the mortal world, founded upon mountain ranges and forged with azure strands. An ancient city steeped in Immortal history, encircled by Thirty-two border cities arrayed in formation. The City Lord successor assessment would officially start only three months later. Even those qualified to participate must wait before the examination begins, settling only in the outer city to cultivate. A Cultivator from Tiangge City said in a trembling voice, “Please show your bloodline, miss, or we will all perish under the guardians’ swords.” Fang Geyu cast a glance at those few, noting that among them, only Chai Ye’s face, though pale and shocked, was not as panicked as the others. She immediately understood; it appeared that the people in the city were also aware that the contest for the City Lord position was out of her reach this time and was merely a formality. They had sent these few to accompany her. She scorned inwardly in silence. Well, compared to the City Lord position of Xianling City, what she desired more was the identity of the Mountain Realm’s master. She bit her fingertip, and a Blood Pearl shot against the wind, splattering upon the ancient stele. The stele bore the powerfully drawn and naturally formed eight characters: In heavens high or earth below, only I stand vast and alone! With the forcefulness of peaks and edges, grand and lofty, these characters seemed intent on battling the universe and time itself, emanating a proud and imposing air. Fresh blood served as ink, tinting mortals and the Futu. The ancient, weather-worn face of the stele also bore old bloodstains, signs that before Fang Geyu entered the city, someone had ignited their blood as proof of entry. The remnants were not yet absorbed by the stele’s will, faintly discernible. Those stained characters were mostly the work of a single stroke’s effort. Even those with excellent Immortal Bloodline talent could at most ignite only the “heaven” character. Under the vast night sky and moonlight, the “heaven” character glistened like a shimmering star, its beauty beyond description. A drop of Fang Geyu’s fresh blood, like a river into the sea, resounded with a sonorous splash. Old blood overlaid with new, the stroke fluidly completed, simply invoking the “heaven above” characters brought forth a bright glow. The five Guest Elder Cultivators stood in stupefied shock, profoundly astonished. They had long known this Miss Fang Geyu impeccably inherited her mother’s Immortal Bloodline power. But to witness it today, and the ability to ignite the ancient mystery characters of Xianling City’s stele, was astonishing. A day prior, news came from the city that two young lords from Shifang City had entered the city. Passing the stele, both managed to ignite the spirit of a single character successfully, which greatly consoled the City Lord. They lauded Shifang City for having worthy successors, continuing the unextinguished Immortal lineage. Yet today, seeing only the vitality of the bloodline, this third daughter seemed to even faintly surpass her two brothers. Ultimately, the City Lord position might yet be destined for a woman to honor. The raised swords did not fall but instead crossed at the chest, both giants’ mouths emitting a humming sound that vibrated the mountains, “Pass—” The voice lingered a thousand miles without dispersing, the thick snow covering the grasslands trembled by the thunderous roar into fine particles, revealing fresh new grass. From the thirty-two border cities, countless cultivators heard the nighttime revelation of the guardian giants and were shocked beyond measure. The guardians had protected Xianling City for a thousand years, and while those granted passage beneath their swords could be counted on the fingers, that number was not trivial. Yet never had there been a day when they spoke aloud. Those entering the city tonight, what sort of background did they harbor? People wondered in their hearts. Under the moonlight like a beacon, the cold spring stirred slightly, and the ancient zither soulfully resonated. A maid fetched some clean, unadulterated snow, which she boiled in a Jade Furnace heated by silver coal, then steeped with Silver-tipped Snow. Top-grade Immortal Tea naturally grown, its silver leaf tips barely dipping into the water, sapping just a hint of pure Spiritual essence before being discarded almost immediately, leaving aside those leaves hard to find even across a thousand mountains. Taking just a serving of the clear Spiritual Tea, she carefully presented it beside the cold stone ancient zither. She looked at the lady standing amidst enveloping light and shadow and said with deep respect, “My lady, please enjoy the tea.” Just then, the distant reverberations dispersed the perpetual glow of the night. In the flickering, floating light patches, as if shattering the heavens, in the intermittent light and shadow, the lady’s face was reflected.

Chapter 185 - 185 183 The Awakening of the Giant Spirit

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