Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 312: 41: Rebirth Realm Divine Skills, Expansion and Upgrade of the Small World, The Disturbed Black Dragon

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Yan Manor courtyard, on the balustrade of a towering carved tower.

Granny Su Li and Yang Biao were gazing down from above, their eyes casually watching the bustling street and the flickering rainbow in the sky, without rashly intervening.

Zhao Huai had once told them that this provocation was targeted at the Yan Country. The opponents had sent several unfathomable cultivators lurking outside the Nanyu Prefecture who would besiege him the moment he appeared.

So the task of these two was to hold those people back.

Granny Su Li’s Divine Insight was boundless, she stared at the sky for a long time and then said with a satisfied smile:

“Multitasking with three flying swords at the same time, the Royal Crown Prince’s talent in sword skill is unparalleled, and he is not far from achieving Sword Saint.”

Yang Biao nodded in complete agreement: “Indeed, the life-bound flying swords of sword cultivators in the mortal world are usually nurtured by nourishing their heart, spirit, and soul using their bodies as the furnace. The more their body refines, the higher their aptitude. The Twelve Sword Servants of Ancestor Yanzu, ordinary sword cultivators, have already reached their limit with one sword. Controlling three life-bound flying swords shows he is a peerless genius, worthy of the title Sword Skill Grandmaster.

In the Middle Ages, the famous Azure Sky Sword Saint was said to have controlled six life-bound flying swords and beheaded a netherworld Ghost Emperor, while the Great Sword Immortal was able to control nine, each of which was powerful enough to create a new world. It’s hard to say how far the Royal Crown Prince will go.”

As the two were exclaiming over Zhao Huai’s swordsmanship, a myriad of invisible golden threads appeared in the clear sky, drawing a grand illusion of a Bodhisattva riding a white elephant, staring coldly at Zhao Huai in mid-air.

Granny Su Li and Yang Biao immediately sensed the spatial vibrations and vanished from the spot, quickly rushing to the scene.

There was obviously a powerful Rebirth Realm cultivator attempting to interfere with the battle.

With a gentle wave of Granny Su Li’s hand, a majestic sacred figure appeared behind her, slapping the Bodhisattva riding the White Elephant Illusion off guard.

“Soldier to soldier, general to general, Sir, why raise a hand against a junior? ”

In a blink of an eye, Yang Biao had pinpointed the enemy’s position, sending a message, and then the majestic magic power floating on his purple shirt ripped through the space beneath him, directly reaching the cliffside of the mountain.

The vast pine forest was split in two from the immense pressure, and the viewing platform, facing Nanyu Prefecture, was on the verge of collapse.

“Here they come.”

As if sensing something, the Bodhisattva old woman warned towards the empty space.

The old monk beside her put his palms together, and the White Elephant Illusion struck the void once again while the young Arhat only just reacted.

They clearly hadn’t expected such powerful characters to be among the Yan Country’s forces. Could these be the road guardians sent by the Immortal Sect to the mortal world?

But after observing their outfits, this thought was quickly dismissed, as their aura didn’t resemble the ones coming from the Immortal Sect at all.

The strike of the White Elephant Illusion failed to force Yang Biao out of the void. On the other hand, Yang Biao’s fist glowed with an eerie sacred light, and he viciously slammed it down towards the weakest Arhat.

With a fierce punch, breaking wind like a roaring fierce tiger, it had amazing momentum. After hundreds or thousands of tempering, there was no extra motion, only the intent to kill.

The old monk narrowed his eyes, and the White Elephant Illusion scattered and reformed, just in time to block the strike.

Still, the young Arhat found himself covered in a cold sweat from the punch.

“Amitabha, my apologies.”

The old monk sensed the newcomers’ cultivation level, and warned, “Do you two really intend to protect this young man completely?”

“A soldier of the Yan, exists for Yan Country, and dies for Yan Country.”

Yang Biao stood at the top of the pine forest, majestic and imposing, like a long-suffering monk who had cultivated for many years, his purple long shirt fluttering in the wind.

“It’s strange that the soldiers of Ancestor Yan Zu are still alive.”

In a moment, a green snake appeared on the back of the old woman’s hand. As the snake’s tongue flickered, the old woman’s hand threw it out.

“Hiss!”

The snake transformed into a giant python, opening its blood-filled mouth wide, and swallowing in the direction of the pine forest.

A faint sword qi suddenly burst from the forest, the chilling air flowing over the path bringing frost and ice, turning the skies of July and August into the cold of December in an instant.

The sword qi collided with the enlarged snake.

The chilling Sword Intention froze the snake into an ice sculpture, which then shattered into pieces, scattering bloody debris.

Granny Su Li slowly walked out from the pine forest, the cinnabar mark on her brow glowing faintly, the source of the cold.

“Hehe, I heard that hundreds of years ago, there was a prominent figure in the Frosty Sect called the Icy Soul Sword Saintess who was skilled in using the Icy Soul Sword qi, but she lost a bet and became the leader of the Twelve Sword Servants of Ancestor Yan Zu. I didn’t expect that today, she would be of this venerable age.”

Unperturbed, Granny Su Li replied in her aged voice, “Time is relentless. You, Green Snake Bodhisattva, haven’t fared much better.”

The old woman chuckled without responding, her five fingers grabbing back the ice-cold debris scattered on the ground, as if engulfed in her green magical power, returning to her hand.

The magical power wrapped around it like threads, and the green snake appeared whole and undamaged on her hand once more.

It turned out this green snake was only an incarnation of will and not a physical object.

After reaching the Rebirth Realm, cultivators began to understand the laws of Heaven and Earth on their own and competed on their mastery and proficiency of the laws.

With magical power able to transform into various means, even without magical weapons or Divine Skills, cultivators still could exert extraordinary power by relying on the laws of Heaven and Earth.

“Ding!”

A sound of clashing weapons echoed through the sky, drawing the attention of the few.

“It seems the battle is coming to an end.”

The young Arhat glanced at the sky and frowned.