Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 401 - 392: Uncle Master?

Chapter 401: Chapter 392: Uncle Master?

His power was comparable to that of an Ancient Emperor!

These words stirred up envy among those present as they looked towards Mo Wangchen with eyes filled with yearning.

With such a Spiritual Pet, and his own Divine King Body, who could stop him from reaching the heavens and delving into the earth in the future?

"What’s the situation with the Eastern Desolate Demon Clan right now?" Mo Wangchen turned to ask Ren Qingcheng, the eldest brother. The Ren Family’s strength in the Eastern Desolate was notable, with two Saint Venerables in their ranks. Beneath the Demon Clan, few would dare provoke the Ren Family.

"They’re keeping a low profile," Ren Qingcheng smiled and continued, "Three Saint Venerables have died in total, and now that the old ancestor has returned gravely injured, their Mountain Gate has been sealed, no one going in or out. That Yao Wuliang is probably sulking within too, and I bet he won’t dare come out until the Hidden Dragon Academy opens."

"The Demon Clan will always be a hidden danger if not eradicated; they have a Supreme Forbidden Technique that could awaken another peak Saint Venerable ancestor if they’ve done so once, and it seems they’re constantly scheming to resurrect the Undying Demon Emperor!" Mo Wangchen frowned.

Everyone nodded upon hearing this, "A hundred thousand years ago, the Undying Demon Emperor dazzled an era, and apart from Divine King Ling Changkong, no one could suppress him. Resurrection won’t be easy, but if the Demon Clan succeeds, indeed, it would be troublesome..."

"Forget it, let’s not think about that for now. In a year’s time, the Hidden Dragon Academy will open, and everyone should be going, right?" Mo Wangchen looked to the others again.

"Naturally." Wu Lingfeng nodded, "In the Fallen Immortal Forest, we all received the inheritance of the Longevity Scripture. Over the past month or so, we’ve gained considerable insights and our strength has increased to some extent. With the inheritance of the Ancient Emperor Scripture, I’m afraid the Hidden Dragon Academy will be pleading for us to join by then."

"The Ancient Emperor Scripture is a Supreme Technique of this age. Right now, we’re only in the Nirvana Realm. Once we reach the Saint Venerable Realm and begin to comprehend the Laws of the Tao, that’s when this Emperor Scripture will truly show its power," said Mo Wangchen.

...

In the following days, Wu Lingfeng and the others did not leave, staying within the Piaomiao Palace. Apart from accompanying Mo Wangchen, everyone gathered to share insights into their cultivation, progressing together.

During this time, other brothers who hadn’t yet arrived gradually made their way there until everyone was present at the Piaomiao Palace by the sixth day.

On the tenth day, Mo Wangchen sat alone in meditation in front of the tomb of Piaomiao Saint Venerable. By now, he had already reached the six rotations of the Nirvana Realm.

The others gathered at the peak of the mountain, discussing and debating the scriptures. Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan swooped in, "Thirteen, someone outside claims to be your disciple."

"Disciple?"

Mo Wangchen was startled for a moment, then the image of Zhang Hao came to mind.

He stood up and followed Zhuo Bufan to the Mountain Gate, where Wu Lingfeng and the rest had already gathered.

"I never heard that the third brother even took on a disciple," the crowd muttered as they saw Zhang Hao being blocked outside the Great Formation.

Wu Lingfeng spoke up, "I’m aware of this. Zhang Hao does have some strength, and he has built quite a reputation for himself in Beiming over the past few years. However, there’s still a significant gap between him and the Saint Level. But, as for the person himself, I have not met him."

"Where is my master?" Outside the formation, Zhang Hao asked with a slight frown as he looked at the bustling crowd inside.

He hadn’t expected that there would be others inside the Piaomiao Palace.

"Old Eight has already gone to get him. But brother, are you really Thirteen’s disciple?" Cao Mingle asked doubtfully.

"Old Eight? Thirteen?" Zhang Hao was clearly baffled by these nicknames, finding them somewhat mysterious.

"Hehe, you probably don’t know this yet, but we’ve all formed a Brotherhood with your master. From a certain perspective, all of us here could be considered your martial uncles," someone explained.

"Martial Uncle?" Zhang Hao was somewhat taken aback; this was something he had never heard before.

Even though the Great Formation separated them, he could still sense that these individuals were extraordinary, each possessing a powerful aura, clearly at the Saint Level. He recognized Wu Lingfeng and Qin Yue. It seemed that these people were Saint Heirs from various factions.

When had Mo Wangchen sworn a brotherhood with these people?

"How did you get here?"

Soon, Mo Wangchen arrived with Zhuo Bufan and saw that it was indeed Zhang Hao outside the Great Formation. He opened a gap in the formation and let the other person in.

Atop the mountain, everyone gathered together. Zhuo Bufan and the others sized up Zhang Hao with their gazes, "Thirteen, your disciple is quite something. He’s already reached the first revolution of Nirvana in his cultivation."

"Heh, heh, I haven’t seen him for a while now. When we parted ways, he was only at the peak of the second realm of Creation. That was two or three months ago," Mo Wangchen said with a smile.

"Two or three months, from the peak of the second realm of Creation to the first revolution of Nirvana?" The crowd was astounded, "The speed of this improvement is quite formidable; it’s hardly any less than ours."

"I sense a kind of intent in you, a breath of Sword Cultivation?" Nangong Haoran, the old number six, was the Saint Heir of the Eastern Desolate Nangong Family. Known for his swordsmanship, among his peers in Tiannan, no one could compare to Nangong Haoran in the Sword Dao, except perhaps for Mo Wangchen.

"What do you say, since you also practice the Sword Dao, how about comparing your skills with his?" Mo Wangchen looked at Nangong Haoran.

"Uh..."

Upon hearing this, not only Nangong Haoran but everyone was stunned. The gap in strength between the two was too great; they weren’t on the same level at all.

"Very well, let this uncle see your swordsmanship," Nangong Haoran chuckled and said this.

The others stepped back a bit, as Zhang Hao stood opposite Nangong Haoran. Nangong Haoran held a sword in one hand and said with a smile, "Show me your strongest sword move."

Zhang Hao nodded, and immediately the space in front of him fluctuated. The Youlong Sword was now in his grasp.

Hum!

As the sword was grasped, Zhang Hao’s temperament changed. He seemed ethereal and otherworldly, fully manifesting the sharp aura of a swordsman. The flow of air around his body suddenly turned strangely cold at that moment.

"Thirteen’s disciple is not bad; look at how his entire temperament changes when he holds the sword."

From a distance, the onlookers discussed.

"That’s quite interesting..."

Seeing the change in Zhang Hao, Nangong Haoran’s eyes also revealed excitement. He suppressed his cultivation to be at the first revolution of Nirvana, matching Zhang Hao fairly in a sword contest.

Shick!

Atop the mountain, a breeze brushed by, fluttering everyone’s clothing. In a moment, when the sword pressure in the air reached a suppressive state, a peerless brightness flickered through Zhang Hao’s eyes. In the next instant, he wielded his sword into the air.

The long sword traced a crescent light in the void, seemingly an effortless swing, unimpressive at first glance.

But in the next moment, the sky churned with wind and clouds. It was as if someone had split it in two with a sword, revealing a massive maw from which a continuous surge of momentum cascaded down, merging into Zhang Hao’s sword strike.

A terrifying sword light descended from the heavens as if to shatter space itself, slashing towards Nangong Haoran.

"Sword Intent?!"

Nangong Haoran’s gaze sharpened, feeling the Sword Intent contained within Zhang Hao’s strike. This elusive power was something all swordsmen dreamt of obtaining, intangible and yet unattainable even for himself.

PS: Third update, with two more to come today.