Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 253: The End of Martial Ancestor’s Inheritance

Yu Xuan couldn’t see the Martial Ancestor’s expression clearly through the faint glow surrounding him, but if he could, he would’ve definitely laughed.

For five long minutes, silence hung thick in the air.

Finally, the Martial Ancestor spoke.

"...Alright. Though there may not be visible changes to your body, your strength has clearly improved. And with the knowledge from the inheritance, you now possess a great advantage over your peers."

If the Martial Ancestor knew that almost none of that inherited energy remained in Yu Xuan’s body — and that it had all been devoured by two very lazy eggs, he would probably cough up blood on the spot and strangle Yu Xuan.

"Anyway..." the Martial Ancestor exhaled softly, his aura dimming, "it seems my time is approaching."

Yu Xuan stepped forward and bowed.

"Master, I have a request."

The Martial Ancestor raised an eyebrow.

"Speak."

"Can you produce different enemies for me to fight? I want to test my new strength."

The Ancestor’s expression froze. The others blinked.

Not only was Yu Xuan’s request unusual, it was the way he said Master so casually that made them all exchange glances.

The Martial Ancestor sighed, his divine aura flickering.

"You really don’t follow conventions, do you?"

Still, with a wave of his hand, light swirled before him, condensing into the shape of a lean, humanoid figure.

"This," the Ancestor said, "is a projection of the Wifly Race. They are known for their speed. Let’s see how you fare against it."

There was a faint glimmer in his eyes.

The Ancestor had seen Yu Xuan’s potential, but a bit of humbling wouldn’t hurt. As there was a Heaven beyond Heaven.

The projection stood several meters away, its form blurring faintly as though flickering between space.

Yu Xuan’s eyes narrowed, his anticipation rising.

Then, the figure moved.

Yu Xuan’s brow twitched. There was no spatial fluctuation, no wind disturbance, nothing to indicate motion, yet the next moment—

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Five strikes landed cleanly against his body. The wind howled around him, his robes fluttering violently, but Yu Xuan didn’t move an inch.

No blood. No injuries. Not even a mark.

’So fast,’ he thought calm.

’But its attacks are weak.’

Of course, that wasn’t true — each punch could have pulverized a mountain.

The projection halted mid-motion, as if uncertain why its assault had failed.

Yu Xuan smiled faintly.

"My turn."

He closed his right eye.

From his left, the pupil twisted — its structure shifting like molten glass. A pulse of darkness spread outward.

Without warning, the entire area in front of him erupted into black flames, devouring space itself.

The Wifly projection let out a sharp, distorted shriek — and disintegrated into ashes before vanishing completely.

Silence.

Yu Xuan turned toward the Martial Ancestor. His expression was perfectly calm.

"Master, was that the strongest?"

The others stood frozen.

The Martial Ancestor’s face twitched twice.

’Is this brat... showing off?’ he thought bitterly.

But Yu Xuan was definitely not showing off.

He simply had his own plans.

His "Master’s" act — the one claiming his time was limited, Yu Xuan didn’t believe it for a second.

The old man was clearly hiding something, maybe plotting behind the scenes.

Still, Yu Xuan didn’t mind. If anything, it gave him an excuse.

He needed these battles to synchronize his increased strength with his body.

Otherwise, with the strength he now possessed, Young Yu might literally break doors just by trying to open them.

So, time passed in the flicker of fights.

***

Yu Xuan now stood bloodied and battered, his clothes torn. But his eyes burned bright — alive, sharp, calculating.

He had faced dozens of opponents — beasts, puppets, specters, and races he had never even heard of.

The Martial Ancestor and the gathered elders watched silently. Even they, with their insight, couldn’t deny what they were seeing.

This boy was growing at a terrifying pace.

After every battle, Yu Xuan seemed to remember the weakness of his enemy with frightening precision, adjusting seamlessly to new fighting styles. It wasn’t just experience — it was like his instincts themselves evolved.

By now, none of them believed Yu Xuan was a "Heavenly Human."

That had been their first suspicion. But his nature was clearly different, a human blessed with a physique and instincts so unique that even heaven itself seemed to favor him.

"Could it be... the Heaven Refining Physique?" Baotian muttered quietly.

The others exchanged glances but said nothing. The boy was now the Martial Ancestor’s disciple so, he should be protected, hidden from those who might covet his gifts.

Then suddenly outside—

The entire Battle Tower began to tremble.

The Martial Ancestor looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"My time is truly up now," he said, giving Yu Xuan a sidelong glance.

Yu Xuan exhaled softly and nodded. He had gained more from this old man than he’d ever expected, it was only right to show some respect.

"Master," Yu Xuan said, "what about those who were killed?"

"Don’t worry," the Martial Ancestor replied calmly.

"They’re fine. When this illusionary realm collapses, they’ll all return safely."

Yu Xuan hesitated for a moment, then asked quietly, "When will I see you again?"

The Martial Ancestor smiled faintly.

"...After you ascend. It may take some time."

Yu Xuan bowed deeply.

"Thank you for everything, Master. And thank you, elders!"

His voice carried genuine gratitude and it made the elders a little awkward.

They hadn’t done anything but watch the entire time. Still, they maintained their serene expressions.

Apparently, being immortal gave one a very thick skin.

"We’ll take our leave as well, Ancestor, Grand Elder," Fang Wu and Wuji said respectfully, cupping their fists before vanishing into motes of light.

Tianling lingered just a moment longer, grinning at Yu Xuan and giving him a thumbs-up before disappearing as well.

"I’ll look forward to your achievements," the Martial Ancestor said, his tone soft but expectant.

Yu Xuan thanked him again.

Then, with a wave of the Martial Ancestor’s hand, his form dissolved into light. One by one, all those who had perished in the illusion vanished too. Their injuries vanished too, and by the Law of Immortality so did their injuries.

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then Baotian’s voice broke it.

"Weren’t you a bit hasty, #&@#!@#*?" he asked suddenly — speaking the true name of the Martial Ancestor.

Then, Baotian’s form began to shift.