67: Chapter 67: Strange Fish
In the small trading peak, within a tea house.
Xu Feng saw Niu Yibao, and although they hadn’t seen each other for years, their meeting was as enthusiastic as when they had first met.
“Brother Xu, our proficiency is almost the same, so how about we team up to venture into the Ancient Immortal Court relics after passing the assessment?” Niu Yibao said excitedly.
“Sure, it’s good to have some company.” Xu Feng nodded.
Upon receiving the number and knowing the wait time, Xu Feng told Li Qianlian not to wait for him.
According to the information I’ve gathered, it’s best for two people to travel together in the Mortal Level area, of course, one person can also go alone if they are strong.”
“But if there are more than three people traveling or congregating, disaster will surely strike,” Niu Yibao whispered.
“Is that so?” Xu Feng frowned.
Just then, countless colorful fireworks suddenly burst forth from the crack.
A grand voice echoed through the sky.
“Congratulations to Chu Nianwei of Xuandao Sect, the chosen prodigy, for obtaining the top inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Court!!”
The gathered Immortal Sects began to offer congratulations.
Various celebratory anomalies rose and fell, one after another.
Niu Yibao stared at the grand spectacle in the sky, somewhat entranced.
“My family has always hoped that I would become one of the sect’s prodigies, but sadly my aptitude…”
“I wonder what inheritance that prodigy got, and how powerful it is,” Xu Feng pondered.
“Is the inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Court really that powerful?”
Within the Ancient Immortal Court, there are many paths of Dao left by the great powers.
If chosen, by following the respective path of the inheritance, becoming a Golden Immortal won’t be a problem.”
“If the inheritance is strong, then even reaching Daluo isn’t out of the question,” Niu Yibao said, looking at the stone gate of the Ancient Immortal Court relics in the sky.
Upon hearing this, Xu Feng’s eyes immediately lit up.
With his current strength, plus that of his Xuan Turtle son, Xu Feng felt that he would not be weaker than those sect prodigies.
“Let’s go, since we’re venturing into the relics together, we should get to know each other’s abilities better.
Let me see how much you’ve improved over these years.”
Saying this, Xu Feng pulled Niu Yibao towards the largest Daoist Field of the sect.
Inside the Daoist Field, Xu Feng gestured for Niu Yibao to come at him with a beckoning hand.
“Brother Xu, be careful!”
A huge shadow of a Gourd emerged behind Niu Yibo, emanating an astonishing fluctuation of spiritual power.
Xu Feng felt as if his Divine Soul had been locked on instantly.
A deep blue Gourd floated above Niu Yibao’s left, and a chill spread throughout the Daoist Field.
Finally, from the deep blue Gourd, one Ice Cold Spear after another shot out, each one following the Divine Thought locked onto Xu Feng.
Another Golden Gourd appeared, adding a layer of Golden Evil to each Ice Cold Spear, doubling their power.
A Golden Shield materialized around Xu Feng, and he calmly watched the Ice Cold Spears imbued with Golden Evil flying towards him.
“Brother Xu, be careful, these spears are very powerful,” Niu Yibao’s voice rang out.
“Use your Divine Skills directly, if you can break my shield then you win,” Xu Feng said confidently.
This Golden Shield would be somewhat difficult for a Nascent Soul Stage prodigy, but causing any fluctuation in the Golden Shield at the Golden Core Stage would be considered very impressive.
The Ice Cold Spears were fast and had already struck Xu Feng’s Protective Shield.
Xu Feng watched the fluctuation caused by the Ice Cold Spears hitting the Golden Shield and nodded in satisfaction.
“Not bad, do you have anything with more power?” Xu Feng complimented.
As soon as the words fell, a Gourd exuding the pulsation of exquisite treasure aura appeared in Niu Yibao’s hand.
“The Immortal Slaying Gourd?” Xu Feng tentatively asked.
“A replica, but the Sword Intent contained within is very formidable, Brother Xu, be careful.”
A ten-zhang Giant Sword of golden color flew out from the Gourd towards Xu Feng.
A clashing sound of metal reverberated throughout the Daoist Field.
Xu Feng, still unscathed under the Golden Shield, glanced indifferently at the flying sword trying to pierce through the shield.
At the point of collision between the flying sword and the shield, ripples spread out, just slightly larger than those caused by the Ice Cold Spears.
Seeing this, Niu Yibao in the distance was shocked.
“Don’t just stand there with your mouth open.
Continue,” Xu Feng said.
“Big brother Xu, ordinary Divine Skills are useless against you.
I’ll use my Immortal Spiritual Divine Power directly!”
Another black gourd appeared in Niu Yibao’s hand, merging with the gourds behind him.
A sense of weightiness emanated from the gourd.
In Xu Feng’s perception, the gravity of the entire Daoist Field suddenly shifted.
It felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him.
“Be careful, big brother Xu!”
Suddenly, a hundred-zhang-tall Gourd Mountain appeared above Xu Feng’s head, then pressed down heavily.
Meanwhile, beneath the ground, countless large hands stretched out to hold Xu Feng in place, preventing him from moving.
Watching the stone mountain press down, Xu Feng felt a sense of danger, but it was still within controllable limits.
The Gourd Mountain pressed down heavily upon Xu Feng’s Protective Shield, the immense pressure cracking the Daoist Field.
But the Protective Shield enveloping Xu Feng remained as usual, just slightly dimmer in luster.
“Big brother Xu, I give up,” Niu Yibao conceded, withdrawing the Gourd Mountain with a wave of his hand.
“You’ve improved quite a bit since then,” Xu Feng praised with a smile.
“Prepare yourself, we’ll meet in Yunluo City in 10 days.”
“Okay,” Niu Yibao nodded earnestly.
In the Mountain and Sea Divine Beast World, Xu Feng glanced at the nine-tailed lady immersed in the world of stories, then his Divine Thought shifted towards the Heaven-reaching River.
On the farthest edge that Xu Feng could detect, a great battle was unfolding.
Countless Dao Laws collided, and within the Heaven-reaching River, numerous Xuan Turtles were battling a strange fish.
The strange fish, a hundred zhang in length, was covered in hard spikes.
Surrounded by the many Xuan Turtles, it seemed extremely agile.
Especially its spikes, scraping deep grooves even on the toughest Turtle Shells of the Xuan Turtles.
The waters of the Heavenly River churned.
Xu Feng, noticing the situation, could only watch from afar.
“Seven Xuan Turtles, yet unable to defeat that strange fish, even though they’re of the same realm,” Xu Feng said, looking at the strange fish rampaging limitlessly within the Heavenly River.
The two sides battled for an hour, and the surrounding waters of the Heavenly River were stained red.
Both the Xuan Turtles and the strange fish were injured, but the most severely hurt among the Xuan Turtles was precisely the one Xu Feng knew.
“Turtle bro, if you can’t beat it, keep calling for help!”
“This is your Xuan Turtle clan’s territory, don’t let that strange fish strut around!”
“Call more Turtle bros, take it down!”
“Be careful at the same time, Turtle bro; giving up your life for this isn’t worth it!”
Xu Feng quickly attempted to dissuade them.
He was joking; it wasn’t easy to nearly max out the favorability with this Xuan Turtle, and if it died, he’d have to find another one and start the slow process all over.
The most injured Xuan Turtle raised its head to look in the direction of Xu Feng’s actual Divine Thought and silently retreated to the back.
Just then, the leader of the Xuan Turtles, the one with the deepest cultivation, let out a long roar to the sky.
At that moment, a Heavenly Sword, formed by congealed Heavy Water, appeared above the strange fish’s head.