Chapter 103: Wandering Residual Spirit

"You really didn’t escape after all." Su Qingshou, the head of Baiyu Academy, was somewhat surprised. His divine thought not only covered the entire Princess’s Mansion but also extended over hundreds of miles in the distance, leaving nothing unnoticed by his perception. Jiang Cheng had no allies, no reinforcements. Did he intend to sit and wait for death? Qiu He Sword Venerable’s white beard trembled slightly, and his wrinkled eyelids gradually lifted, revealing cloudy, yellowish eyes. "Mi Yun is my only disciple." "If you had just injured him, I could have considered it as juvenile mischief." "But you killed him." He slowly drew his sword and sighed softly. "You shouldn’t have killed him..." The Grand General Lu Ran, clad in golden armor, remained expressionless. "For just one person, the Blood Radiance Army mobilized ten thousand troops." "If this was the way you hoped to make a name for yourself, then you’ve succeeded." "But... the moment you become famous is also the day you regret being born." "Do you think we would let you die easily?" Looking at this group of Daoist Palace realm experts floating in the sky, Jiang Cheng deeply felt the difference in status and aura. These old relics were indeed different. Those years were not lived in vain. Compared to them, Xiahou Jun, who shouted and threatened at first sight, seemed insufferably vulgar. Only knowing how to say things like ’Prepare to die’ or ’Let me capture him’ were such mediocre lines. If he were here tonight, it would definitely have been something like ’How dare you kill my grandson; you deserve a thousand deaths, prepare to die’... Both are Daoist Palace experts, yet he was so unbearably rustic! Looking again at these people’s demeanor, listening to their way of speaking, there were still too many things he needed to learn. Clearly, they were also showing off, clearly aiming to kill, yet at every moment exuding an air of ’I am a seasoned senior’. This feeling was indescribable. Hard to articulate, yet it’s the difference between an artist and a craftsman. Without sufficient experience and depth, it’s impossible to achieve. "Hahaha, today, meeting all of you eminent seniors is truly a great pleasure in life!" Brother Cheng tried hard to mimic their lofty manner, always feeling a bit too deliberate, not as natural as them. "Please!" "I, Jiang Cheng, have been eagerly awaiting for quite a while." The seven Daoist Palace realm experts above couldn’t quite grasp his intentions for a moment. This kid was surprisingly calm, what was going on? Could it be that he had some heaven-defying trump card? "Apparently, your encounters have been quite extraordinary." "Which have given you the courage to be arrogant." As Duke Bei An Deming waved his sleeve, the night sky grew even darker! Immediately, all around Jiang Cheng was as if locked by countless arrows, with no room to evade. Above, a sudden burst of light! A Daoist Palace descended, and the entire Princess’s Mansion sank directly at this moment. Within hundreds of miles, all buildings collapsed with a roar, as if made of clay. Although An Deming’s target was solely Jiang Cheng, the power of a single strike by a Daoist Palace expert was simply too formidable. For low-tier cultivators, this was a scene akin to a natural disaster. Jiang Cheng didn’t even have a weapon prepared, but the battle still had to put up some semblance. He could only deploy his Radiant Divine Mansion. The dim arrows around were not illusions; they crashed into the Divine Mansion in an instant. The Radiant Divine Mansion gleamed with divine brilliance, nine martial dao rivers shone brightly. All the arrows melted and dissolved into black, sticky liquid. Under the purging of the Five Elements rivers, not a trace remained. Then, he charged upward, colliding head-on with the four-colored Daoist Palace in the sky. Boom! In the high sky, a nine-colored ripple quickly spread out. A thousand miles away, the highest tower of the Imperial Palace suddenly trembled. The spire fell. The two figures separated, Jiang Cheng fell at a disadvantage, but he remained alive after all. With a mere Celestial Fate Fourth Layer cultivation, without even a spiritual artifact, he actually managed to survive a second-layer Daoist Palace strike. It was truly astonishing. "Radiant Divine Mansion!" "Indeed extraordinary!" "What grade is that martial dao mark..." The other six Daoist Palace realm experts in the sky couldn’t maintain their calm demeanor any longer. That immortal-level martial dao mark, they couldn’t recognize it. "Surpassing Saint level!" "Definitely surpassing Saint level!" "How is that possible?" "No wonder my grandson was killed by him..." "This person cannot be allowed to remain!" Earlier, they still retained their lofty demeanor. As the battle started, they let An Deming fight alone, seemingly disdainful to intervene. But now... "Brother An, allow me to assist!" "Do not let him escape!" "Blood Radiance Army, heed the command, attack!" Six great experts simultaneously summoned their Daoist Palaces, alongside An Deming, forming a siege, trapping the already struggling Jiang Cheng in the center. Meanwhile, the Blood Radiance Army on the outskirts charged over the ruins with an unstoppable momentum. Roar! Blood Evil Qi materialized, spanning across the center of the seven Daoist Palaces. In the sky, a scarlet giant spear, seemingly endless, like the sun ripping through clouds, struck straight down! Boom! With a tremendous roar, the surrounding air twisted entirely. In the void, black radiance rippled. It was the combined attack of the seven great experts and the Blood Radiance Army, burning the void itself. The Princess’s Mansion had completely disappeared. Replaced by a bottomless giant pit. It might not take many years before this turns into a new lake attraction in the Imperial City. As for Jiang Cheng, not even a corpse or ashes were left to sense even the slightest trace of breath. He died cleanly. The only thing left was a storage ring that had reached a Tier Seven Spiritual Artifact level still remained. "Ding, the host was killed; detecting enemy strength, arranging resurrection plan..." The familiar system prompt sounded. "Ding, the previous battle disturbed the last drifting residual spirit of the Li Dragon beneath Longyue Imperial City." "The unconscious residual spirit was summoned by the host’s Azure Dragon Bloodline and actively fused with the host’s divine soul." What was the situation with the Li Dragon’s residual spirit? Brother Cheng appeared bewildered. Did integrating this thing mean he could now dominate the entire scene? "Ding, the host is resurrected." At the moment of resurrection, he activated invisibility. He had no choice; revealing himself now would mean being naked without any clothes. Then, he noticed that his current state was a bit different from before. His divine soul had become unprecedentedly robust. Before this, his cultivation was at the Celestial Fate Fourth Layer. This mainly referred to the spiritual power realm. As for the divine soul aspect, it was more difficult to cultivate, so he was still at the Celestial Fate Third Layer. This was already with his extraordinary talent. Many cultivators, despite thousands of years of ascetic cultivation, were stuck at a realm without progress mainly because they couldn’t comprehend, and their divine soul comprehension couldn’t keep up. Even after consuming many pills, it was all in vain. And now, Jiang Cheng suddenly discovered that his divine soul realm had directly leaped past the Celestial Fate realm’s barrier, reaching the Daoist Palace level. This leap was truly astonishing.