Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man
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“Daoist Zhuo, you were too impulsive!” Huo Fuchen, seeing him return, immediately walked forward and erected a barrier of spiritual power, isolating them to prevent others from eavesdropping. Hurry up and escape, leave the Xuanyuan Realm, and Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch won't be able to do anything to you.” “Escape?” Zhuo Bufan shook his head. But when Shi Zhongjun's sword energy fully unfurled, others felt the sharp sword energy and all used their Qi Yuan to resist, but the sword energy near ...
After Sun Huan died, Zhuo Bufan took his belongings, broke open the seals and restrictions on them, scanned through everything, and shook his head slightly. He didn't care for anything that fellow left behind.
Instead, after Zhuo Bufan retrieved his Qiankun Spear, the entire Immortal Platform fell silent. Yet, the dozens of gazes from around them held a hint of restless anticipation.
“Daoist Zhuo, you were too impulsive!”
Huo Fuchen, seeing him return, immediately walked forward and erected a barrier of spiritual power, isolating them to prevent others from eavesdropping.
“Oh?”
Zhuo Bufan said with a half-smile.
Long Mu, Huo Fuchen, and even Huo Xiaoyu and Liu Shan on the side, all had a trace of solemnity on their faces. After all, a Saint Child had died today, and he was personally killed by Zhuo Bufan. If this news spread, it would undoubtedly shake the Xuanyuan Realm and cause a massive uproar.
“You shouldn't have killed Sun Huan. Even if you had taught him a lesson or destroyed his natal magic weapon, there would have been room for maneuver. But you insisted on killing him, and now there's no room for turning back.”
Huo Fuchen said anxiously.
“If he's dead, he's dead. Why do I need room for maneuver?”
Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.
This time, Huo Xiaoyu finally couldn't stand it. “Zhuo Bufan, you killed the direct disciple of Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch! Do you think Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch will let you off easily?
You've caused a huge disaster. Hurry up and escape, leave the Xuanyuan Realm, and Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch won't be able to do anything to you.”
“Escape?”
Zhuo Bufan shook his head. “I came to the Xuanyuan Realm specifically to find Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch. Since I'm here, why should I leave?”
“You!”
Huo Xiaoyu gritted her silver teeth, speechless with anger. She could only stamp her foot, looking utterly helpless.
Zhuo Bufan didn't bother with anyone else's thoughts. He simply sat down cross-legged in the air to recuperate. Long Mu and Huo Fuchen, seeing that Zhuo Bufan was unwilling to leave, could do nothing but sit beside him, their faces etched with worry.
If they waited, this matter would eventually reach the Heavenly Monarch's ears, and then a great deal of trouble would ensue.
The proud Sons and Saintesses around the Immortal Platform, seeing Zhuo Bufan's nonchalant demeanor, gritted their teeth in resentment, yet no one dared to make a move.
Outside the Immortal Platform, within Fangcun Valley, a commotion instantly arose, as someone had already recorded the events on the Immortal Platform with a magic treasure and sent the footage out.
“They ran to the Immortal Platform, I wonder what happened!”
“What else could happen? Even if Sun Huan can't defeat that Zhuo Bufan, the Earthfire Star Ape is still up there. Won't it intervene?”
Just as everyone was discussing, a middle-aged man suddenly threw out a jade slip, which flew into the void and displayed a magical illusion.
Immediately, Fangcun Valley fell silent. Everyone's faces gradually filled with shock. Not only did Zhuo Bufan beat Sun Huan to a pulp, but even when the Earthfire Star Ape intervened, Zhuo Bufan still suppressed it, leaving it unable to raise its head.
Finally, Sun Huan died at Zhuo Bufan's hands, followed by a chorus of gasps.
Three days passed continuously. On the Immortal Platform, there was a profound silence. On this day, a purple spatial rift appeared above the Immortal Platform, stretching for dozens of miles. Looking through the gap, the sky was dark purple, dotted with stars, exuding an aura of mystery and great terror.
“Hmm?”
Zhuo Bufan, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them and looked at the rift, his brows furrowed.
Even with his current strength, he felt a sense of danger. It was a fear that came from the suppression of a higher life-level. In that boundless darkness, there seemed to be an ancient fierce beast, sending chills down his spine.
“Even I feel fear. My bloodline is already among the most top-tier in the universe. Is there a cosmic life form with a stronger bloodline than mine?”
Zhuo Bufan was inwardly astonished.
The other side of that rift was the 'Forbidden Ruins,' a place that made people change color at the mere mention of it. It even required five Heavenly Monarchs to constantly operate the sealing array, and even the Blood Demon dared not venture deep into it.
“What exactly is inside?”
Zhuo Bufan wondered.
Just then, a figure slowly walked towards Zhuo Bufan. It was a handsome young man in white, with a face like polished jade, eyebrows like sword blades, and lips like painted rouge.
Long Mu, Huo Fuchen, Huo Xiaoyu, and the others were startled and immediately turned to look at him.
“Shi Zhongjun, weren't you in seclusion? Why did you suddenly come to the Immortal Platform?”
Long Mu's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
“Saintess Long, I was indeed in seclusion, but I just received news that a new friend has arrived for this Immortal Platform competition, so I specially came to join the fun.”
The white-clad man said with a smile, a smile that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
However, Long Mu's brows remained tightly furrowed. She didn't believe his words at all.
Shi Zhongjun was the strongest genius among the Ten Great Sacred Lands' inheritances, known as the Sword Saint's successor, walking among mortals with almost no rivals among his peers. That's why he didn't participate in this Blood Crystal Conference. His sudden appearance now was likely specifically for Zhuo Bufan.
“Shi Zhongjun, you want to avenge Sun Huan?”
Long Mu frowned and pondered.
Shi Zhongjun shook his head and laughed, “Saintess Long, you've misunderstood. Sun Huan and I aren't close. Why would I avenge him after his death? I merely heard that a master had arrived, and my hands are itching for a challenge. I only hope that Daoist friend will not hesitate to give me some pointers.”
Buzzing, an invisible sword intent unfurled, and a sharp aura caused the Qi Yuan within everyone's bodies to surge involuntarily.
Shi Zhongjun's gaze fell on Zhuo Bufan. With his hands clasped behind his back, his white clothes like snow, he truly resembled an unparalleled sword immortal. His aura was extremely sharp, as if it could tear through the sky, and his entire being was like a divine sword.
This was the sword energy that a sword cultivator could only manifest after cultivating the Way of the Sword to its pinnacle.
Shi Zhongjun's face showed a trace of arrogance. His Sword Dao had reached great accomplishment, unrivaled among his peers. Even if he encountered a Heavenly Monarch, he could hold his own for a while. Moreover, as soon as he released his sword energy, others would naturally feel pressure and instinctively use their Qi Yuan to resist.
But in the next second.
Shi Zhongjun's eyes widened, his mouth agape, staring at Zhuo Bufan with disbelief.
Zhuo Bufan remained seated in place from beginning to end. But when Shi Zhongjun's sword energy fully unfurled, others felt the sharp sword energy and all used their Qi Yuan to resist, but the sword energy near Zhuo Bufan was like a mud ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.
The powerful sword intent, the sharp sword energy, seemed to sink to the bottom of the ocean.
“Your comprehension of the Way of the Sword is not bad, but it's still a bit lacking. If your master were here, I might give him a second look.”
Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.
“Shut up! Don't insult my master!”
Shi Zhongjun's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with a frigid light.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head and waved his hand. A sword qi transformed into a translucent three-inch small sword, piercing towards Shi Zhongjun's glabella.
This sword qi wasn't strong; it couldn't even break a large rock. But it contained a pure and unique sword intent. In terms of the Way of the Sword, only a handful of people in the Three Realms could compare to Zhuo Bufan, including Senior Brother Chen Feng.
As for the cultivation methods within the Qi Realm, they were too ancient and too backward. How could they be compared to Biyou Palace, Doushuai Palace, and Biyou Palace (note: Biyou Palace is repeated here, likely a typo in the original, usually refers to the Three Pure Ones' palaces)?
Shi Zhongjun, cultivating the Way of the Sword, naturally felt that pure sword intent. He brought his middle and index fingers together and struck out, but his sword intent crumbled almost instantly, causing him to spit blood and retreat repeatedly.