Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 242 - 243: Scheme Succeeds (4th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 242: Chapter 243: Scheme Succeeds (4th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

The consecutive activation of the power of the Artifact of Fertility had far exceeded what Saint Chu Heng had anticipated.

In addition, with the usage within his own domain by Chu Fengmian, he had now pushed the Artifact of Fertility to its limits three times.

That also meant that Chu Fengmian had consumed three million Qi Gathering Pills just to achieve this.

Such a rapid expenditure of three million Qi Gathering Pills was something even Saint Chu Heng himself might find unbearable.

Moreover, Saint Chu Heng is a saintly figure with countless wealth; Chu Fengmian is but a Martial Artist at the Divine Sea realm. Where could he have obtained such an immense fortune?

The two strikes from the Artifact of Fertility had directly sent Saint Chu Heng retreating hundreds of steps, with blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Though these might be considered slight injuries at most to Saint Chu Heng, only a minor setback,

his entire outfit was extremely disheveled, which to others seemed as if Saint Chu Heng had suffered a great loss.

"A Martial Artist at the Divine Sea realm overpowering a saintly figure in battle—is this world too insane?"

Some of the onlooking Martial Artists were already unable to describe the craziness of everything they witnessed—madness, pure madness.

A saintly figure is an absolutely supreme existence, being dominated by a Martial Artist of the Divine Sea realm—this is something one couldn’t even dream of.

Such an insane event would surely spread throughout the Wusheng Academy after today.

"That Spiritual Artifact, how terrifying."

Some powerful individuals of Wusheng Academy could already tell that Chu Fengmian’s ability to repel Saint Chu Heng wasn’t because of his own strength,

but rather due to the Spiritual Artifact in Chu Fengmian’s hands. It was precisely the power of this artifact that was terrifying to the extreme, allowing him to repel Saint Chu Heng.

"The Artifact of Fertility!"

"The Artifact of Fertility is in Chu Fengmian’s hands!"

Among countless speculations, the truth emerged. The Spiritual Artifact that Chu Fengmian held was the very one personally crafted by the former number one power of Wusheng Kingdom, the Emperor of Fertility.

The Artifact of Fertility, being a heavenly grade Spiritual Artifact.

Chu Fengmian had received the inheritance of the Emperor of Fertility; if there was any chance for Chu Fengmian to obtain such a terrifying Spiritual Artifact, this was the only possibility.

"A heavenly grade Spiritual Artifact, is it really so terrifying?"

Some people looked at the Artifact of Fertility in Chu Fengmian’s hands, their eyes filled with greed.

With the Artifact of Fertility in hand, Chu Fengmian was able to fight against Saint Chu Heng, which meant that the Artifact could break the barrier of a saintly figure.

The barrier of a saintly figure is proof of the notion that all are mere ants beneath the saints.

Any Martial Artist at the Wind Riding realm, even Semi-Saints, are still just ants in front of a true saint, but now Chu Fengmian had managed to accomplish this with the Artifact of Fertility.

It was proof of the immense strength of the Artifact of Fertility, showing just how terrifying it really was.

This was an artifact that anyone would want to possess, one that spurred envy in all.

"Continuing like this is not the way."

Chu Fengmian was completely disinterested in the discussions below; as for the issue of the Artifact of Fertility being exposed, it was no longer something Chu Fengmian needed to consider.

What Chu Fengmian needed to consider now was how to survive under the hands of Saint Chu Heng, how to escape.

If Chu Fengmian were to die here today, what would be the significance of the Artifact of Fertility’s secret? Surviving was what mattered most.

As for the endless troubles that would follow, Chu Fengmian simply ignored them, now recklessly invoking the power of the Artifact of Fertility.

Chu Fengmian was also clear that the relentless thrashings by the Artifact of Fertility, occurring three consecutive times, were only unintentional outbursts from the Saint-level Chu Heng the first time.

The first assault had shattered Chu Heng’s domain, allowing Chu Fengmian to escape, and in that regard, it was successful.

However, the subsequent two attacks, while seemingly allowing Chu Fengmian to keep Chu Heng under pressure, in reality, inflicted only minor, negligible wounds on Chu Heng.

For a Saint-level character, these injuries were hardly worth noting; a bit of rest would suffice.

Chu Fengmian knew he had to find another way to quickly escape.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through Chu Fengmian’s mind, and he grasped a Jade Talisman in his hand.

This Jade Talisman had been given to him by the Saint-level Xuanbei before Chu Fengmian had entered the Holy Land, meant for saving his life in dire circumstances.

Inside the Holy Land, even when Chu Fengmian had encountered danger, he was with Han Yueli and, of course, would not resort to using the talisman.

After all, the talisman’s effect could only encompass one person, but now, it was undeniably Chu Fengmian’s last straw.

"I can only make this final gamble!" Chu Fengmian’s eyes also revealed a touch of resoluteness.

Once he activated the talisman, Chu Fengmian had no idea where it would transport him, but there seemed to be no other way to escape now.

Only by triggering the talisman’s power could he temporarily elude Saint-level Chu Heng.

"Burn!"

In an instant, Chu Fengmian had resolved his course of action; his palm blazed fiercely as he incinerated ten thousand Spirit Pills.

"You’re still going?"

Chu Heng, upon seeing Chu Fengmian burn the Spirit Pills, rapidly mustered his power to defend, but his mood remained incredibly calm.

With his defenses prepared, the power of the Artifact of Fertility could not possibly harm him at his core.

With each activation of the artifact draining a million Qi Gathering Pills, even if Chu Fengmian owned a mountain of gold, he would squander it all.

Once Chu Fengmian ran out of pills, he would no longer be able to activate the Artifact of Fertility, and without it, Chu Fengmian would be as easy to crush as he pleased.

"This Saint wants to see how many pills you can waste!" sneered Chu Heng, watching the artifact’s bombardment.

"When you’ve exhausted them all, that will mark your end!" "Extinguish!"

Chu Fengmian moved his hand, and the Artifact of Fertility launched another onslaught at Chu Heng, but this time, Chu Fengmian did not choose to burn the Spirit Pills.

"Have you exhausted your pills?"

Chu Heng was overjoyed at the sight, surmising that the absence of further pill burning indicated Chu Fengmian no longer intended to wield the Artifact of Fertility.

Without the artifact, what could Chu Fengmian possibly use to resist?

"This is the last of it; your demise follows next!"

Chu Heng looked at Chu Fengmian and laughed aloud, already envisioning his acquisition of the Artifact of Fertility. Securing the artifact would elevate him to a commanding position of strength within the entire Martial Success nation.

To take control of the Martial Success Academy would be within reach.

However, in this moment of laughter from Chu Heng, he failed to notice.

Quietly in the palm of Chu Fengmian’s hand, the Jade Talisman was crushed.