Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 527: It's Easy to Invite Gods, But It's Hard to Send Them Away

With a loud crash and the heavy thud of something hitting the ground, the eldest son of the Heavenly King Zhen Manor, the Giant Antler Empire's emperor, and an Immortal Seedling at the peak of the Fusion Realm, Gai Hong, was slammed to the ground.

Gai Hong's face contorted as blood poured right out of his seven orifices. Fortunately, he had a more solid foundation than Xu Qingsong, so he fared a little better.

Following him, numerous figures fell from the cloud platform, crashing near Gai Hong one after another.

They were all prodigies from various Immortal Manors, including Gai Yunnuo.

They endured the pain on their swollen faces, forcing their eyes open to see Fang Chen already leaving the cloud platform and heading toward other cultivators.

With each step, he seemed to arrive instantly before another person. It didn't matter what the cultivation of the person he appeared next to was; that white light enveloping him neutralized all their techniques.

It was as if spiritual energy became as fragile as tofu before this misty white light.

Fang Chen seemed to have transformed into an invincible war god. The long sword in his hand was merely for show; his bare hand became the primary weapon.

Regardless of the level of the cultivator, one slap was enough to take them down.

In an instant, another hundred cultivators from different backgrounds suffered the same fate, their faces twisted like Gai Hong and the others.

The Heaven Profound Mirror dutifully transmitted the scene everywhere, and for a moment, cultivators across various regions fell into silence.

Su Mo touched his own face as he tried to calm himself down. He turned to look at the elder from Heavenly King Zhen's Manor and asked, "Daoist Chen, what do you think?"

The elder from Heavenly King Zhen's manor didn't respond immediately. He first glanced at Gai Hong and the others. He noticed that, although they had been slapped, they weren't in any mortal danger, allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.

He silently looked at the figure shrouded in white light and mumbled, “He must be an Incense Sect cultivator using Divine Descent. I’ve heard that some Incense Sect cultivators are not quite sane. Although they possess immense power, they might all be mad.”

“Is the Incense Sect’s Divine Descent truly so miraculous? This boy’s actual cultivation is only at the early Foundation Building Realm...” Su Mo murmured.

“The Divine Descents I know of are nowhere near this terrifying; elevating cultivation by one great realm would already be remarkable. But this boy’s means far surpass ours."

Old Chen’s gaze was solemn: “I suspect there’s a First Rate Sect Leader behind him.”

“There’s no doubt about it.” Su Mo suddenly took out a communication talisman. Glancing at it, he showed a conflicted look. “The Desolate Academy has sent a message, advising us not to interfere in this matter and to avoid further conflict with this boy.”

The Desolate Academy!

Old Chen’s eyes slightly widened. The Desolate Academy could, to some extent, represent the imperial family of the Central Continent Empire.

The words of the Desolate Academy essentially carried the authority of the imperial family.

For the imperial family to take such a stance further confirmed his suspicions. There was definitely a First Rate Sect Leader taking part in the matter!

“It seems... someone from the Incense Sect has successfully transitioned to a Loose Immortal. Who knows if this will be good or bad for Central Continent Empire.”

Su Mo sighed softly. “It’s just a minor incident, yet it ended up involving a First Rate Sect Leader. You and I got slapped for nothing.”

Old Chen nodded silently.

However, considering that the slap might have been a 'gift' from a Patriarch, they both felt a bit better about it.

In a pavilion, Zhao Kaihe stood rigidly, surrounded by Nascent Soul peers who were already down on the ground. Even the Golden Core celestial soldiers were not spared, each having received a slap.

Zhao Kaihe forced a smile. “I... I was just here drinking tea and enjoying the scenery. I have no quarrel with you...”

Fang Chen slapped Zhao Kaihe down before moving to another person.

In a short period, hundreds of cultivators from various backgrounds had been slapped to the ground.

Fortunately, though painful, their lives were not in danger. They watched the 'busy' figure with conflicted looks.

“Is he planning to... slap every cultivator in Immortal Dynasty Manor today?” an Immortal Seedling muttered, holding his swollen cheek.

Yang Qing from Nine Deer Valley, Fang Ze from Jade Toad Palace, Ding Wan from White Moon Island, and dozens of other Immortal Candidates were either rubbing their cheeks or using spiritual energy to alleviate the pain.

Yang Qing sighed. "I must be really unlucky to have come to the Immortal Dynasty Manor today. If I come to such a spectacle again, I’ll consider myself a dog.”

Glancing in the direction of Gai Hong and the others, Fang Ze mumbled to himself, “Thankfully, he’s treating everyone equally. It's not just us losing face today, even the seniors....”

The others exchanged looks, feeling a bit better.

Indeed, Fang Chen was treating everyone equally. Not only were they beaten, but Gai Hong and the others weren’t spared either.

Even Su Mo, the Dao Union Realm elder of the Immortal Dynasty Manor, had been slapped.

Since even cultivators at the Middle to Upper Three Realms were being slapped too, these Golden Core Realm Immortal Seedlings didn't find it that humiliating to be slapped too.

Not to mention that, in a few years, the incident would be forgotten anyway.

As time passed, quite a few cultivators became unwilling to be humiliated by Fang Chen and attempted to break through the lightning cage. However, they were electrocuted before even reaching the boundary a hundred feet away. They were charred black as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

Finally, ‘Fang Chen’ appeared in front of a delicate figure, raising his hand to slap her.

“Lord, you can hit me. I don’t blame you.” Fairy Yu looked directly at Fang Chen and muttered, “You are under someone else’s control now... None of this is your fault.”

“You talk as if you know me well!” responded Fang Chen, preparing to strike.

However, suddenly Fang Chen's hand stopped mid-air, unable to move.

It seemed some invisible force was restraining him.

'Fang Chen’ struggled visibly, his expression suddenly turning fierce and grim. He chuckled darkly, "It's easy to invite gods but hard to send them away! You invited us, and now you think you can kick us away just because you feel like it? In your dreams!"

Fairy Yu exclaimed in surprise, "My Lord, can you hear me speaking?"

Fairy Yi noticed Fang Chen's pupils fluctuating. They alternated between being completely black and grey-white. Also, golden veins would appear from time to time. Occasionally, they shimmered with eerie blue light.

A blotchy bloodstain faintly appeared on his wrist, as if trying to flow onto the hilt of Little Sword. However, it quickly returned to his body.

A sinister smile crept onto 'Fang Chen's’ face as he raised his hand to deliver a slap.

Fairy Yu couldn't hide her disappointment. She knew Fang Chen had just struggled to resist, but had failed to regain his senses. She didn't dodge or evade, gazing gently at him as if unconcerned about what was about to happen.

Just as the slap was about to land on her face, a surge of energy swooped in, swiftly carrying Fairy Yu back a hundred feet.

Fairy Yu looked stunned, finding herself seated at a street-side tea stall. Across from her sat an elderly man with white hair, calmly savoring his tea.

Fang Chen appeared at the tea stall in the blink of an eye and stared the old man down ominously. "You old rascal!"

Witnessing what had happened, everyone standing around was deeply shocked. Someone actually had the guts to provoke this madman even though he had slapped even experts at the Dao Union Realm!

Su Mo and Elder Chen exchanged looks. "Who is this?!"

They couldn't help but simultaneously feel a strange feeling stirring in their hearts as they felt they had seen the old man somewhere before. He felt strangely familiar.