Void Cultivation

Chapter 364: Chapter 363- Humiliation (3)

This was first-class provocation, yet the disciples of Sky Mist City could do absolutely nothing about it. Even more infuriating was the fact that the sect elders remained completely silent throughout the ordeal, as though they had tacitly approved of the Frost Angel disciples’ actions.

Their indifference only made the humiliation even more unbearable.

When the cultivator whose magic ship had been seized heard those words, the rage within his heart reached its peak. Veins bulged across his forehead as he struggled with everything he had to suppress the urge to explode on the spot.

That magic ship was not merely a transportation artifact.

It was his greatest possession, the culmination of countless years of hard work, and the most valuable treasure he owned.

Everything he had accumulated over the years was stored inside it. Precious cultivation resources, personal belongings, and even his savings were all kept within the ship. More importantly, because he could not afford a permanent residence in Sky Mist City, the magic ship also served as his home.

If it was taken away from him, he would lose everything in a single day.

He would become homeless, penniless, and stripped of all the resources he had painstakingly gathered over the years.

As a result, only two choices remained before him.

He could either accept the challenge...

Or surrender his magic ship without a fight.

However, the moment he recalled the miserable fates of the other disciples who had accepted similar challenges over the past several days, hesitation inevitably surfaced in his heart.

If he accepted, defeat was almost guaranteed.

With his ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivation, he had yet to condense even a single ball of Spirit Fire. Compared to the Frost Angel disciple standing before him, the gap between them was simply too great.

Not only would he lose, but he would likely suffer injuries so severe that he would be left incapable of protecting himself afterward.

Although the magic ship was extremely important, his life was even more precious.

Worse still, there was no guarantee the other party would return the ship even if he honored the challenge.

If the Frost Angel disciple decided to go back on his word, there would be nothing he could do.

Without his resources and while heavily injured, he would not even be able to pay the daily fees required to remain within Sky Mist City.

Once the deadline expired, he would either be expelled from the city or killed by the city’s protective array for failing to leave in time.

No matter which path he chose, neither led to a good ending.

It was an utterly desperate situation.

The Frost Angel cultivator seemed to notice the disciple’s wavering resolve. A playful smile slowly spread across his handsome face as he casually said,

"Allow me to help you make your decision a little faster."

The instant those words left his mouth, the magic ship that he had been absentmindedly twirling around his finger suddenly emitted a chilling aura.

Crack...

A thin layer of frost appeared where his fingers touched the ship before rapidly spreading outward.

In only a few breaths, the freezing cold covered the entire vessel.

The once magnificent magic ship was quickly transformed into a crystal-clear sculpture of solid ice.

Seeing his treasured possession frozen before his very eyes, the disciple’s pupils violently contracted.

His breathing became rough as his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably.

The bloodshot veins within his eyes became even more pronounced as rage completely consumed his remaining rationality.

"Dammit! I accept your challenge!"

The moment those words echoed through the area, the spreading frost immediately stopped.

The Frost Angel cultivator also ceased twirling the frozen ship and looked leisurely toward the disciple, an amused expression appearing on his face.

"Oh? Are you really certain you wish to accept the chall—"

"Shut the fuck up!"

The disciple’s furious roar interrupted him before he could even finish speaking.

"I accept your challenge!"

Boom!

The disciple instantly circulated every ounce of spiritual power within his cultivation base.

Violent fluctuations erupted from his body as waves of qi surged outward in all directions.

Without another word, the Frost Angel cultivator casually tossed the frozen magic ship aside.

Bang!

The vessel crashed heavily onto the ground, fragments of ice and splintered wood scattering everywhere.

Witnessing his precious home treated so carelessly caused the disciple’s fury to erupt completely.

His eyes turned scarlet.

With a ferocious roar, he launched himself toward the sky-blue-haired young man like a beast that had been cornered.

Even though he clearly understood that his opponent possessed the strength to kill him with a single attack, he had already made up his mind.

Even if he was destined to lose...

He would make sure the Frost Angel disciple paid some price.

However...

The moment he noticed that his opponent still had not activated his Special Brilliance Form, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed across his eyes.

’Fool! He still hasn’t manifested his Special Brilliance Form!’

The disciple’s heart pounded violently.

’Within the Foundation Establishment Realm, true superiority only appears after one’s Spirit Fire is manifested. Before then, the differences between cultivators are relatively small. Unless there’s an overwhelming disparity in physique or techniques, they’re all fighting on nearly equal footing.’

Without Spirit Fire empowering his body, the Frost Angel disciple had temporarily thrown away his greatest advantage.

If he could close the distance before that happened...

If he attacked with everything he had before his opponent had the chance to manifest his Spirit Fire...

Then this battle would no longer be completely hopeless.

His chances of victory, however slim, would no longer be zero.

At that point, the outcome would depend entirely upon each combatant’s skill, battle experience, and ability to seize the slightest opening.

These thoughts flashed through the disciple’s mind in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the Frost Angel cultivator.

Without holding back in the slightest, he threw a punch straight toward his opponent’s chest.

At the same time, his other hand tapped the storage bag hanging from his waist.

A streak of crimson light instantly shot out from within, tearing through the air as it flew directly toward the Frost Angel disciple with astonishing speed.