The Immortal Ascension

Chapter 91: Seizing the Treasure

Just as the dwarf was gloating and Han Li was plotting his next move, two more figures leaped out from the Seven Mysteries Sect's side. Without a word, they dashed toward the dwarf like lightning—these were the remaining two Junior Martial Uncles of Wang Juechu.

Their faces were filled with grief, clearly devastated by the death of the burly man. Consumed by hatred for Golden Light Senior, they paid no heed to the dwarf’s so-called "sword immortal" status, their sole focus being to kill him and avenge their fallen comrade.

Sect Leader Wang initially wanted to stop their reckless charge, but upon reflection, he realized that this sorcerer dwarf would have to be confronted sooner or later. Moreover, these two Junior Martial Uncles were the only ones capable of posing any real threat to him. Rather than stopping them now, it might be better to let them fight while their vengeful determination burned brightest.

With this thought, Wang Juechu swallowed back the words he had been about to shout to call them back.

Having learned his lesson from the earlier encounter, Golden Light Senior no longer underestimated his opponents. With a flick of his finger, he directed the gray light toward the two men, transforming it into a long arc that shot straight at them.

The Confucian scholar among the two saw the gray light—likely a Flying Sword—streaking toward them. With a sharp lift of his brow, he flicked his wrist, sending a thin silver thread shooting from his sleeve to intercept the gray light. The collision caused the gray light to pause momentarily, but it soon resumed its advance, unfazed. Clearly, the silver thread had little effect.

While others couldn’t discern what the silver thread was, Han Li, with his enhanced vision from the Eternal Spring Art, saw it clearly: dozens of silver needles linked in a straight line. He was fascinated by how the scholar could propel such lightweight needles with such formidable force.

Unfazed by the silver thread’s failure, the scholar bent his body and suddenly spun like a top. From his whirling figure, countless cold glints—large and small—burst forth, splitting into two streams. One stream clashed directly with the gray light, producing a series of sharp clangs that held the gray light suspended midair. The other stream shot straight at the dwarf, striking the golden shield with a spectacular chorus of metallic pings.

The cold glints colliding with the gray light continuously shed fragments, now too mangled to recognize. But those rebounding from the golden shield remained intact—flying daggers, bodhi seeds, iron lotus seeds, coin darts, and all manner of hidden weapons, even some unidentifiable objects.

Golden Light Senior was momentarily taken aback but soon curled his lips in disdain. He didn’t believe mere mortal metals could hold off his treasure for long.

Then, a thunderous roar—like the crack of spring thunder—echoed across the battlefield, startling everyone.

Only then did the crowd notice the gray-robed man who had charged out alongside the scholar. At some point, he had drawn the sword from his back and was now advancing step by step toward the gray light. The tip of his sword emitted a white glow over two inches long, flickering ominously with a chilling aura.

"Sword Qi!" someone shouted—the name of the supreme sword technique that all swordsmen dreamed of mastering.

The scene erupted into chaos, both on and off the battlefield!If the Flying Sword was merely a legend in rumors, then Sword Aura was a myth in the Jianghu, the ultimate aspiration of all swordsmen.

Now, not only had both the Flying Sword and Sword Aura appeared in succession, but they were also about to engage in a direct confrontation. How could this not set the blood of those present boiling, making them feel their lives had not been in vain!

Jia Tianlong, however, was far from exhilarated. Instead, he felt a chill creeping up his spine, cold sweat pouring down his back. Only now did he realize what it meant to be wise after the event, to be overwhelmed by belated fear!

Though he had known before that the Seven Mysteries Sect harbored three top-tier experts, he had never imagined they could reach the level of wielding Sword Aura. Had he not invited Golden Light Senior, a Cultivator, to intervene this time, this gray-robed man alone—capable of unleashing Sword Aura—might have slaughtered every last one of his men.

While Jia Tianlong paled in terror, the gray-robed man had already positioned himself beneath the gray streak of light.

At that moment, whether intentionally or because his hidden weapons had truly been exhausted, the scholar suddenly ceased his spinning. The silver stream that had been holding back the gray streak vanished, and with no resistance left, the gray streak mercilessly descended toward the gray-robed man’s head.

The gray-robed man, gripping his sword with both hands and showing no fear, leaped into the air. Swinging his Sword Aura, he struck fiercely at the gray light.

A crisp clang rang out as the gray-robed man plummeted back to the ground, staggering backward several steps before coughing up a mouthful of blood, his expression turning haggard. The tip of his longsword—three inches of it—had vanished without a trace, leaving a blunt edge.

The gray streak, struck by this blow, fell from the sky like a wounded bird, landing in the dust. Yet even then, its radiance remained undiminished, flickering and pulsing on the ground as if brimming with sentience.

Witnessing this scene, both Jia Tianlong’s side and the Seven Mysteries Sect’s disciples gasped in shock—though the latter’s exclamations were laced with joy, while the former’s were thick with dread.

The scholar, too, was overjoyed. Glancing at the weakened gray-robed man and then at the dwarf, he hesitated briefly before darting toward the latter, intent on eliminating the greater threat first.

Before he could take more than a few steps, the gray-robed man’s desperate shout came from behind: “Dodge!”

The scholar’s heart lurched, but before he could react, a cold sensation brushed his neck. A gray light flashed before his eyes, and then he saw a headless body stagger forward a few steps before collapsing. The silhouette looked eerily familiar. The scholar barely had time to register this before darkness swallowed him whole.

Golden Light Senior, brimming with arrogance, commanded the gray streak as it leapt once more from the ground, directing it toward the sole surviving expert among the three—the gray-robed man. He reveled in his cunning ploy, smug at having effortlessly dispatched the scholar.

Just as he was contemplating slaughtering the remaining Seven Mysteries Sect disciples after finishing off the gray-robed man, a voice suddenly rang out from the opposing crowd: “That flying thing of yours—I quite like it. How about giving it to me to play with?” Before the words had fully faded, he felt an immense spiritual force latch onto the gray streak, severing his connection to it and wresting away control.

The gray streak, originally hurtling toward the gray-robed man, veered abruptly midair, wobbling unsteadily as it veered toward the crowd on the other side.Wherever the gray light passed, people panicked and scattered in all directions. Only one ordinary-looking youth, seemingly around seventeen or eighteen years old, remained unmoved. The young man grinned at Golden Light Senior, revealing teeth strikingly white against his dark skin. Then, he pointed at the gray light, and it obediently landed in his palm.

"A Cultivator!" The dwarf's heart turned cold, his face instantly paling to a deathly white.

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