Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 615: Just Because You Haven’t Heard of It, Does That Mean the Heavenly Court Doesn’t Exist?
The Immortal Fairy Fist Technique rained down upon him with a series of pops and cracks. No defensive method was effective. It was as his opponent could see through all his weaknesses. Every punch landed on a vulnerable point, causing excruciating pain.
The crowd of onlookers didn’t know that the identities of the two combatants on the heavenly altar had silently been elevated, but it was plain to them that Zhu Yunwu was suffering an even more brutal beating than before.
Zhu Yunwu studied his shifu’s moves intently, feeling he was gaining great insight. Perhaps this is Shifu’s purpose.
Seeing that defensive methods were useless, Zhu Tian changed his combat tactics, adjusting his posture to make the blows less painful. What struck Zhu Tian as strangest was that his opponent’s moves felt terribly familiar, as if he had been beaten the same way back in the ancient era. But upon careful recollection, he couldn’t match them to any opponent in his memory.
Strange.
The pain yanked him out of his memories and back to reality. This can’t continue. I have to create distance and make a comeback.
He deliberately revealed a flaw, baiting the Everlasting Immortal Fairy to attack. As he expected, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy took the bait and aimed for his vulnerable points. Seizing his opportunity, Zhu Tian jumped to the right.
The Everlasting Immortal Fairy had anticipated this. She also jumped to the right and continued pummeling Zhu Tian. I’ve long figured out all of Zhu Tian’s attack patterns.
After eight or nine attempts, Zhu Tian finally flew into the sky, panting heavily as he put distance between himself and the Everlasting Immortal Fairy. He looked at her, an inexplicable fear gripping his heart.
This wasn’t fear born from the earlier beating, but a remnant of the ancient era—a fear hidden deep within his heart.
Zhu Tian’s eyes turned icy. He twisted his round body, his steps shifting and his four wings beating like instruments playing in harmony. There was an indescribable coordinated beauty to it, as if hundreds of people were performing together—different instruments, different roles, and different rhythms—yet it sounded melodious, as if it was always meant to be so.
This was one of his unique arts. Its power was astonishing; only those at the Nascent Soul Stage barely qualified to execute it.
Above the heavenly altar, gigantic waves surged, resembling the great flood that ended the ancient era. The waters carried an intent of corrosion and annihilation. Even a single drop would cause skin to sizzle and smoke upon contact. If one was unfortunate enough to be engulfed by the flood, not even their bones would remain.
“He’s summoning a flood! What dance is Zhu Yunwu performing? Does anyone recognize it?”
“It seems to be the legendary Dance of Immortal Fall and World Destruction. It’s Supreme Lord Zhu Tian’s unique dance; only he can perform it. That’s no ordinary flood; it’s the cataclysmic deluge from the ancient era, which once wiped out numerous stars!”
“Looks like Supreme Lord Zhu Tian holds this disciple in very high regard.”
“This Young Creed Leader Lu is also no simple figure. He’s been suppressing Zhu Yunwu and beating him from start to finish. The fame of ancient geniuses is indeed something else.”
Hearing the discussion below, Lu Yang grew somewhat nervous. “This is called the Dance of Immortal Fall and World Destruction? Could it be that a half-immortal actually died under this move?”
The Everlasting Immortal Fairy waved her hand. “Only the name sounds intimidating. In reality, it’s nothing special.
“During the Heaven Mandate Immortal’s lessons, he had mentioned that for those at the Transcendent Tribulation or half-immortal stages, regardless of a technique’s actual power, its name must sound awe-inspiring. He called this ‘gaining the upper hand through prestige and momentum.’ I don’t believe in that. A technique’s effectiveness is what matters most. As for the name, anything will do.”
Lu Yang, “...”
The world-ending deluge coalesced and churned in the air. The faster the four wings beat, the more floodwaters were generated. Toward the end, the waters swelled until they blotted out the sky, even heavier than storm clouds. If they poured down, the entire heavenly altar would inevitably be submerged. The flood’s scope was so massive that even attempting to flee by flying would be futile.
“Go!” Zhu Tian beat his four wings. The world-ending deluge lost its supportive force and came crashing down toward the heavenly altar with a thunderous roar.
The Everlasting Immortal Fairy was not at all afraid. She pointed her index finger at a point in space, producing a small “pop.” The moisture in the air vanished abruptly, as if an invisible hand was moving upstream, erasing all the water above the Everlasting Immortal Fairy, including the world-ending deluge.
“Water-Repelling Mantra.”
“How is this possible?!” Zhu Tian’s eyes widened in incredulity. My proud technique was dismantled just like that?
Water-Repelling Mantra? This kind of spell has been lost to time; only ancient cultivators would know it. Could it be that my opponent really hails from the ancient era?
“Oh no!”
Above the Everlasting Immortal Fairy was not only the world-ending deluge but also Zhu Tian himself.
Zhu Tian felt the water in his body rapidly disappearing. He withered and became as desiccated as a corpse that had been dead for a year. If I force myself to move, my body might just fall apart.
“La—warm spring, flowers bloom, life awakens—” Zhu Tian sang loudly. This was the Song of Spring from the Ballad of the Four Seasons. Spring symbolized revival, enabling one to restore their peak condition. After his revival, it only took him two hundred years to return to his peak—a recovery for which the Song of Spring deserved much credit.
“He does have a knack for singing,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy muttered. Zhu Tian often sang to liven the atmosphere before the sermon sessions began in the past.
She soared into the air, riding the clouds and mist, continuing her battle with Zhu Tian amidst the skies.
The Immortal Fairy Fist Technique was ever-changing and all-encompassing. Zhu Tian’s various attacks were deftly neutralized by the Everlasting Immortal Fairy with ingenious methods. Her fist technique had originated from the various herb fists. Herbs could be medicine and poison; in the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s hands, she could switch between them at will. Even if Zhu Tian hadn’t forgotten the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s combat style, he would still have been miserably thrashed when battling her as peers in the ancient era.
“Enough!”
Zhu Tian could no longer control himself. A wisp of his spiritual consciousness returned to his original body. Hollering at the top of his voice, he brutally terminated the contest. The Nascent Soul Stage was too distant a memory for him; he had long forgotten the methods that could be employed at the Nascent Soul Stage and couldn’t defeat Young Creed Leader Lu.
Zhu Tian was as massive as a mountain. As his four wings vibrated, he whipped up a hurricane and flew onto the heavenly altar. The hurricane sent the crowd reeling, with many being blown off their feet.
Ten Transcendent Tribulation demon emperors followed close behind, encircling Lu Yang.
Zhu Tian revealed a cruel smile, looking at Lu Yang as if he was already a dead man. “Despite roaming the ancient era as I pleased, I’ve never heard of any ‘Heavenly Court.’ You, a junior, fabricated a nonexistent Heavenly Court and call yourself Young Creed Leader Lu, sullying the ancient era’s reputation! Do you find this monarch, an archaic cultivator, beneath you?
“Considering that your cultivation journey wasn’t easy, I was initially unwilling to expose your identity. But you have repeatedly caused trouble at the founding ceremony of our Demon Kingdom! Where does that leave our demon race’s face and our Demon Region’s dignity?
As soon as Zhu Tian’s words left his mouth, the crowd below erupted into an uproar, shocked that Supreme Lord Zhu Tian would expose such a secret.
“There was no Heavenly Court in ancient times? Does that mean the Heavenly Court Creed is fake?”
“Then who exactly is this Young Creed Leader Lu...”
“How’s that possible?! If the Heavenly Court Creed is fake, then was Dou Heavenly Sovereign defeating Great Yu cultivators also fake?”
“That’s not impossible?! Maybe it’s a play orchestrated by Great Yu cultivators to divert the world’s attention!”
“Supreme Lord Zhu Tian is a figure of immense stature; he definitely wouldn’t lie about something like this!”
Mu Baiyi and Shi Huagu exchanged a glance, doubt rising in their hearts.
The Heavenly Court Creed is fake? How’s that possible?! Then who’s the person cooperating with us, and what is their origin?
But with Supreme Lord Zhu Tian’s words, they felt compelled to believe it.
“Could we have been deceived?”
While the crowd was abuzz with discussions, a cold voice resounded throughout the entire Demon City. The voice seemed to be laughing, mocking the foolishness of the world and Zhu Tian’s ignorance.
“Zhu Tian, just because you haven’t heard of it, does that mean the Heavenly Court doesn’t exist?”
“Who’s speaking?!” Zhu Tian scanned his surroundings nervously, releasing his spiritual consciousness to scan the area. This voice was eerily familiar, causing his hair to stand on end.
A figure in black robes flew out, landing lightly on the heavenly altar and standing protectively in front of Lu Yang.
“Who are you?!” Zhu Tian demanded, wary as though he was facing a formidable foe. He had a sense of foreboding and stared fixedly at the black-robed figure.
The black-robed figure pushed back their hood, revealing a peerless and exquisite face. The person looked at Zhu Tian with an ambiguous smile, their gaze containing disdain and contempt.
“One of the Heavenly Court Creed’s Four Regents, the Great Emperor of Extreme Southern Nirvana—Jiang Lianyi.”
