Chapter 841: Immortal!

"Boss!" Fang Qi looked at his communication jade.

"Principal Gu?"

Boss Fang replied, "Have you thought about what reward you want from the last event? Just to be clear, it cannot be anything too powerful, or else this boss will go bankrupt."

Boss Fang spoke half-jokingly.

"Uh..." After a short while, Gu Tingyun indeed replied, "This old man has already made up his mind."

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Regarding the distribution of the rewards from the last event, the various shops and sects were actually quite humane. For example, within the Nanhua Sect, Mo Xian now pinched her fingers into a sword seal, and a long sword, gleaming like autumn water and exceptionally wondrous, flew out of its scabbard.

She looked triumphantly at Liu Ningyun beside her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she winked hard, saying, "Junior Sister, this is the famous immortal sword from 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy', the Peerless Sword, Li Xiaoyao's finest equipment. Do you want to try it?"

"..." In that instant, Liu Ningyun felt an urge to hit someone. She stamped her foot and said, "...Senior Sister, even if you gave it to me, I wouldn't want it!"

"Really..." Mo Xian smiled mischievously and held the sword out in front of her.

"Oh, gross! Take it away! Quick, take it away!"

Just then, a hand reached between the two of them and took the Peerless Sword.

It was a woman of transcendent and immortal bearing, her countenance dignified, possessing a natural aura of authority without anger.

The two of them hurriedly bowed in salute: "Greetings, Master."

"Xian'er," True Master Xichi spoke, "about this Peerless Sword..."

The Peerless Sword in her hand spun into a brief flourish before she slid it into her spatial storage treasure, saying, "Your master and the several elders and the sect master have already discussed this. The two of you are still young and not yet suited to wield such a divine weapon. Therefore, this Peerless Sword will be kept by your master temporarily on your behalf. When you grow a bit older..."

Mo Xian's face looked as if a piece of her flesh had been carved out: "!!!"

Her heart was practically going wild with frustration.

With a face that wanted to protest yet remained timid, she murmured under her breath, "You said the exact same thing about our New Year money when we were kids. Just how old do we have to grow before you're willing to give it back!"

Pouting her cheeks, her beautiful eyes gazed resentfully at True Master Xichi, who had already flown into midair astride her sword.

Beside her, Liu Ningyun shook her head with a faint smile, seemingly recalling the events of bygone years as well, and comforted her, "Wasn't that because you sneaked down the mountain to play back then, senior sister? You even scavenged over a dozen 'first-class' 'ancient artifacts' and flaunted them in front of all the senior and junior sisters..."

"Heehee!" Yue Yan, standing nearby, stole a laugh and said, "I know about that one too. Master was so furious at the time... Oh, and also, the following year..."

Mo Xian's pretty face flushed red: "..."

"Oh, stop! You guys are just jealous that I have the Peerless Sword!" She immediately lunged with a dragon-claw hand to tickle Yue Yan's waist, terrified that she would expose even more childhood embarrassments.

"Giggle, giggle..." The group suddenly dissolved into a chorus of laughter, drifting away into the distance along with the sword light.

"It is said that a long, long time ago, back when humanity was still savage, eating raw meat and drinking blood, there were gods thousands of feet tall, whose gazes were like thunder and whose breaths were like wild winds. There were also demons lurking in the Nine Underworlds, their abyss-like giant mouths opening in the darkness, swallowing all living creatures of heaven and earth in an instant... Then an immortal came, who taught humanity writing, etiquette, and..."

"Speaking of which... don't we have myths here as well?" After fooling around for a while, Yue Yan suddenly remarked.

"There are indeed some," Liu Ningyun pondered. "Over by Jiuhua City, some people have even compiled them into books and rewritten them into novels, though no one knows if they are true."

"Is it called something like 'The Martial Immortal'?" Mo Xian said. "I glanced at it once."

"It only writes about the events that happened afterward. How could it be as good as 'Journey to the West'?"

"Exactly... let's stick to discussing Journey to the West. That 'Law Phenomenon Heavenly Earth' technique displayed by the Great Sage Sun and True Lord Erlang, I wonder what kind of divine power it is, to actually make a person grow so incredibly colossal. I think they were almost piercing through the sky..."

"Huh... look over there toward the Underworld Sea..."

"Is the water rising? It rains every day, so rising water is perfectly normal! Anyway, except for the Half-City, there is no one else nearby. No need to care; why would a crowd of cultivators be afraid of rising water?"

In the dark night, the voices gradually faded away...

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Because the residents of Half-City were basically cultivators and martial artists, and because the city possessed a defensive grand formation, ordinary water and fire could hardly harm it. Even if it were completely swallowed by torrential waves and submerged to the seabed, it could still function as usual.

However, the rainfall that had lasted for days on end without almost any interruption was by no means an ordinary occurrence.

The flood... had erupted!

Across the mountains and rivers, torrential downpours fell continuously. All the way north from the East Mystical Grotto-Heaven, where Fang Qi's shop was located, lay the Dragon River basin situated between the Haotian Sect and the East Mystical Grotto-Heaven.

The sky-blotting turbid torrent was like an evil dragon. In this pitch-black night, carrying the wrath of the gods and resembling a tribulation of heaven and earth, it surged forth violently, instantly breaching the dikes and swallowing tens of thousands of hectares of farmland.

Disaster always arrives silently when people are completely unprepared.

Inside a small town by the river, beneath the night sky, there was only a dead silence apart from the sound of rain.

Or perhaps... it was because the sound of the heavy rain was too loud, burying all other noises.

Vaguely, a few coughs echoed from a low, cramped house near the edge of the small town.

Shortly after, a dim, yellow light flickered to life.

The light was so wavering and unstable, looking as if the blowing wild wind and pouring rain would extinguish it at any moment.

"Mother... I can't sleep..." a soft, childish voice whimpered, "Eryan is so scared..."

"Don't be afraid." The voice of a woman seemed to drift out in response. "This is because the immortals in heaven are angry. Once their anger subsides, this thunder and rain will stop..."

"But when will the immortals' anger subside?" The soft, childish voice asked from within. "The cultivator master in town often says... if people do wrong things and commit sins, they will anger the immortals in heaven. But Eryan didn't do anything wrong... Can we tell the immortals in heaven that Eryan really didn't... Eryan is very well-behaved... *sobs*..."

"Silly child... *sigh*—!"

Suddenly, a low, rumbling crash seemed to echo from the outside.

The sound grew louder and louder. Then, with a creaking noise, the window was pushed open. An oil-paper lamp illuminated the scene outside. On the mountain ahead, a dark shadow appeared, coiling downward like a black dragon.

In an instant, it arrived right before them.

"Mother—!" A piercing, wretched cry flashed through the dark night, only to be instantly swallowed up!

Completely annihilated within the darkness.

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"Sect Master! Something seems to have gone wrong down below!" Up in the sky, several streams of flowing light flashed past.

The people of the Haotian Sect stood in the air, gathering spiritual qi into their eyes as they looked downward. They saw a river mixed with countless amounts of soil, sand, and stone, coiling downward like a black dragon.

Vaguely, heart-wrenching cries could be heard from below before being swallowed up.

It seemed they could still see a faint glow of spiritual qi lighting up underneath. Within the light, the silhouette of an immortal statue could faintly be discerned.

They were shouting, praying, hoping that the immortals and gods they begged and knelt to would come to save them.

Then the light rapidly dimmed, followed closely by countless shrieks and wails of agony as they fled in all directions in despair, and then...

The mountain range behind them seemed to collapse right along with it!

Faced with heaven and earth, humans were as minuscule as crawling insects upon the ground.

Only an endless, boundless despair flooded into their hearts!

"Save them!" A roar echoed from the sky, and immediately following it, countless starlight-like sword lights fell like a rain of blades!

At this moment, countless people fell to their knees and kowtowed, tears and mucus streaming down their faces. They... felt as though they had seen genuine immortals!

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The Jiuhua City shop.

Fang Qi, who was currently resting on the sofa while looking after the shop, held a finely crafted volume with a blue cover in his hands.

"Immortal Martial... this book is still updating?" Boss Fang casually flipped through a couple of pages.

"Yeah..." Beside him, Shen Qingqing took a sip of her cola.

"Sigh... this immortal venerable's name is just terrible. An ancient figure from the primordial era, and he's named Fang? Who ever heard of that?" Boss Fang crossed his legs, rocking them back and forth with a wry smile.

"Fang as in the square earth beneath the round heavens, why wouldn't it work?" Shen Qingqing rolled her eyes at him.

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PS: Cultivated immortality too late tonight, the next chapter will be updated during the day... sorry everyone

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