Chapter 79: Chapter 079: Bursting Out Equipment
Translator: 549690339
Yun Jie seemed to be infuriated by Yang Zhen, emitting a violent burst of True Essence from his body. His sword swept forward like a dragon, roaring with boundless power, and lunged furiously towards Yang Zhen.
This strike was almost the most powerful one of the Minor Mahayana Phase. Evidently, Yun Jie didn’t underestimate Yang Zhen as Luo Kun had. As he had declared, Yang Zhen had to die facing him.
“You madman, do you even know how precious the creation fruit is?”
Yun Jie roared, his face twisted with fury, “If I get the creation fruit, maybe I could open a spirit sea before reaching the Nascent Soul Realm. Then, I would be invincible in the Nascent Soul Stage. And if I am lucky, I might be able to condense a life star in my consciousness. Do you know what a life star is, you bastard!”
Boom!
The terrifying blast hit Yang Zhen, and the violent impact shattered the surrounding mountains and land into fragments. Dust filled the air and countless waves of energy were radiating in all directions, leaving chaos everywhere.
Yun Jie stood still on the spot, staring intently at where the blast had occurred. Even killing Yang Zhen couldn’t alleviate his rage, he was trembling with fury.
“This idiot, this idiot, he actually ate the creation fruit, my spirit sea, my life star, all gone, all gone…”
Yun Jie was raging and couldn’t stop cursing. His right hand, gripping the sword, was trembling as he was running out of True Essence.
At that moment, a familiar voice came from behind him.
“Had enough of cursing?”
“No!”
Yun Jie roared. His eyes suddenly widened in surprise. He leaped aside, holding his sword and looking cautiously behind him. He was so shocked that his hair stood on end, “Yang Zhen! You didn’t die?”
“No, it’s impossible. How could you still be alive?”
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue, surveying Yun Jie, “How can you be a monk with such a temper? Doesn’t your Abbot ask you to curb your arrogance and impetuosity?”
“I’m a lama, not a monk!” Yun Jie roared, “under my strongest martial skill, you survived. But you’ve lost your only chance to escape. Next, it will be the time when your soul falls under my sword!”
“Wait!” Yang Zhen gestured with his hand, looking at Yun Jie, “Can I ask a question before I die? Otherwise, I won’t die in peace. I might even become a fierce ghost and haunt you every day!”
“You’re trying to scare me?” Yun Jie sneered.
Yang Zhen chuckled, “You’re running out of time. The huge fluctuation of True Essence here will surely attract many people. It’s easy for you to kill me now, but once the first Golden Core Stage expert from the Changyue Tower arrives, it won’t be as easy.”
Yun Jie was taken aback. He looked at Yang Zhen with suspicion, sneered, and said, “What do you want to ask?”
“The life star you just mentioned, what is it?”
“You don’t even know about the life star. You’re really a country bumpkin. The creation fruit can condense into a life star in the spirit sea. This life star can greatly speed up a practitioner’s cultivation, even possibly help them comprehend martial skills that best suit them. It is not only extremely rare but also exceptionally powerful…”
Yun Jie sneered again and again, “Never mind, it’s pointless to tell you this. How could a frog in a well like you understand the preciousness of a life star.”
Yang Zhen nodded with a sudden realization, then asked quizzically, “Can only one life star be condensed?”
Yun Jie paused, laughed loudly, and pointed at Yang Zhen with his sword, speaking in a contemptuous tone, “Are you an idiot? We’d be lucky to have one life star, and you want two…stars…what are those in your hand?”
“Life stars, is this what you’re talking about? I’ve got plenty, do you want one?”
In Yang Zhen’s hand, a cloud was floating, and within it, dozens of star-like lights were emitting a soft glow.
These life stars were not condensed by Yang Zhen through using his cultivation methods or martial skills. Instead, they were the reflections of the constellation in his spirit sea, condensed in his palm.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Yun Jie’s eyes widened in shock and then narrowed to slits, only to widen again with a roar, “Impossible! You’re lying to me, you must be deceiving me! How could you have opened up your spirit sea, how could you have condensed so many life stars? You… you… you’re not human!”
“Bah!”
Yang Zhen glared at him, “You’re the one who’s not human, your whole family isn’t human!”
“I’ll kill you!”
Yun Jie roared, and the long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a golden glow. However, this golden light was trembling like a muscular man suffering from epilepsy, making him seem somewhat lackluster.
Yang Zhen sighed, “Alas! Life is indeed pitiful, and reality is always cruel. You yearn for a life star, yet you don’t have even one. However, I have so many that I can’t even use them all!”
“Shut up!” Yun Jie’s face turned red with anger. He jumped in the air, a bright golden light illuminated the half-air, and a terrifying True Essence rushed towards Yang Zhen. His sword hummed, the momentum of it was overwhelming.
“Shut up!”
Buzz!
The next moment, an endless wave of energy erupted from Yang Zhen’s hand, pouring into the lightning. For a moment, thunder and lightning flashed and countless thunder dragons roared at Yun Jie, rushing towards him.
“What, this can’t be happening!”
Boom!
An earth-shattering sound rang out. The heavens shook with the roaring thunder and lightning. There was a crisp sound as Yun Jie’s sword and one of his arms fell to the ground. He crashed down onto the ground, with his life hanging in the balance.
A light shone in Yang Zhen’s eyes: “Oh, he dropped his gear!”
On Yun Jie’s hand, still holding onto the fallen sword, was an ancient gray ring that looked extraordinary in its antiquity.
Yang Zhen sprang towards the arm amidst a burst of white clouds beneath his feet, picked it up, and darted away.
“Yang Zhen, you bastard, give me back my arm!”
Yun Jie pursued him relentlessly from behind. Despite being severely injured, even if he was in perfect health, he could not catch up with Yang Zhen. The more he chased, the further away Yang Zhen got, and the angrier he became. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell flat on his face, sliding a considerable distance.
Yang Zhen looked back in amazement. He casually tossed Yun Jie’s arm back to him: “It’s just an arm, who cares. Here, it’s all yours.”
Plop!
The arm fell onto Yun Jie, but the ring and sword had been pocketed by Yang Zhen, attached to his backpack.
“You!”
Yun Jie spat out mouthfuls of blood, his face devoid of color, and he looked like he was at his last gasp.
Yang Zhen paused, feeling a bit sorrowful, and walked up to Yun Jie: “Man, you’re throwing up a lot of blood. Want to drink some back up?”
Drink… drink some back up?
Upon hearing this, Yun Jie rolled his eyes and almost kicked Yang Zhen with a jerk of his leg, which scared Yang Zhen.
“Dead?” Yang Zhen checked Yun Jie’s breath: “You still want to kick me even in death!”
After Yang Zhen left, a practitioner with a pale face nearby heaved a sigh of relief, fear written all over his face as he stuttered, “That was brutal… too brutal… I… I have to go home.”
“Yeah, too brutal, let’s go home!”
A light voice came from behind, to which the practitioner quickly nodded, so much so that his eyes almost bulged out as he slowly turned his head.
“Yang… Yang Zhen!”
Yang Zhen flashed a grin, and the practitioner vanished in a ‘poof’.
“Oh!”
Yang Zhen jumped in surprise, looking up, down, left, and right. The practitioner really disappeared suddenly. He was nowhere to be found no matter how hard he looked.
“Did he see a ghost?”
Outside the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower, a group of people suddenly cried out.
“Quick, quick, quick, another one has come out! Fellow Daoist, what was it like inside?”
“Huh, has this fellow Daoist gone mad?”
“We’ve been waiting for so long only for a madman to come out.”
The practitioner suddenly cried out, crouching on the ground with his head in his hands, wailing, “No, no, no… don’t eat me, Yang Zhen, I didn’t see anything, really, I didn’t see anything.”
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