Chapter 139: How Does a Source Divine Ability Not Count as a Divine Ability?

Chapter 139: How Can a Primordial Divine Ability Not Count as One?

In the State of Chen.

Lingfeng Ferry.

This was once a ferry crossing, bustling with boats and ships.

Later, strange occurrences often took place here; passersby would frequently be swept away by inexplicable winds, and the ferry was abandoned, seldom visited.

But now, the ferry had become lively once again.

For the Palace of Light had arranged to meet the Blood-Robed Sword God here at Lingfeng Ferry.

At this moment, a towering treasure ship was moored at Lingfeng Ferry, where three Divine Infant stewards of the Palace of Light had gathered.

Two were in the late Divine Infant stage, one in the mid-stage—such strength rivaled that of several major sects in the State of Chen.

On the treasure ship, besides the three Divine Infant stewards of the Palace of Light, there were also many Divine Infant powerhouses from the State of Chen.

"The so-called Blood-Robed Sword God is likely the Earth Sword Marquis. We thought he was dead, but he’s alive and has joined the Divine Flower Society, causing trouble for the True Lords," said the Duke of Dongchang, his face heavy with self-reproach.

True Lord Wukong glanced at the Duke of Dongchang and said in a rumbling voice, "This is not your fault. That Blood-Robed Sword God is the one stirring up trouble!"

Back then, True Lord Wukong had come to the State of Chen for leisure and taken a liking to the Earth Sword Marquis’s mansion.

Beneath the mansion lay a spiritual eye, where a treasure called the Star-Luo Essence had grown.

This object absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, containing the aura of metal and killing intent, enough to serve as the carrier for an Earth-grade Golden Core.

Thus, True Lord Wukong merely expressed his wish.

The Duke of Dongchang then drove out everyone from the Earth Sword Marquis’s estate.

At the time, the people of the estate refused to leave, weeping and wailing. True Lord Wukong, hearing this, grew irritated and blurted out, "Drive them to a dog kennel!"

The Earth Sword Marquis’s daughter, over ninety years old and frail, was forced to live in a dog kennel.

Later, the Duke of Dongchang secretly acted, slaughtering the entire household of the Earth Sword Marquis.

After all, since they had already offended someone, it was best to root out the problem entirely and leave no future trouble!

The Duke of Dongchang had come now to curry favor with the Palace of Light.

After all, that Earth Sword Marquis seemed to have renamed himself the Blood-Robed Sword God, and his cultivation appeared to have advanced, or else he wouldn’t dare act this way.

"That Earth Sword Marquis and his family brought this upon themselves by offending the True Lord," the Duke of Dongchang said with righteous indignation. "When the Blood-Robed Sword God arrives, I will surely counsel him to turn back from his wrong path and apologize to the Palace of Light."

These words were just empty talk from the Duke of Dongchang.

He secretly wished for a conflict between the Blood-Robed Sword God and the Palace of Light.

He wanted to use the Palace of Light’s hand to eliminate the Blood-Robed Sword God.

"Apologize? Hmph!" True Lord Wukong was furious.

This matter had blown up, stirring waves even in Cuiyun Prefecture.

He, who had been in seclusion cultivating, was forced to emerge and come to this godforsaken place to apologize—how could he not be seething with rage?

Apologize?

Let’s see if that Blood-Robed Sword God dares to accept the Palace of Light’s apology.

"This Blood-Robed Sword God is clearly a coward, only daring to stir trouble in the shadows. I suspect that even if we wait here, he won’t show up," said a Divine Infant cultivator.

At this moment, many cultivators from the State of Chen sided with the Palace of Light.

They were furious and disgusted with the Blood-Robed Sword God, eager to see him dead.

They feared that his actions might affect their standing with the Palace of Light.

"Why wait for the True Lords of the Palace of Light to act? If he comes, we’ll capture him and make him apologize to the True Lords!"

Hearing this, True Lord Wukong drank his wine, and his displeasure at coming to this godforsaken place began to dissipate.

Meanwhile, outside the treasure ship, a small boat carried a young woman in green robes, accompanied by an elderly woman.

The elderly woman, a Divine Infant cultivator, looked at the massive treasure ship and said softly, "The Palace of Light is here. Miss Ya, would you like to board the ship and speak with them?"

The elderly woman was a Divine Infant cultivator, and the young woman beside her was at the Yuan Dan stage, yet the elder treated her with great respect.

The young woman, named Jiang Ya, ranked fifteenth on the Eastern Earth Prodigy List.

There were countless prodigies in the Eastern Earth, and among the hundred states, not one could be found on that list.

Yet this woman ranked fifteenth; if she didn’t meet an untimely end, she would surely become a Zifu grandmaster in the future.

Such talent was enough to look down upon the entire Eastern Earth.

But Jiang Ya’s most terrifying trait was not her cultivation talent, but her thorough knowledge of the world’s techniques and her ability to annotate and modify them.

It was for this reason that she had been accepted as a disciple by the Master of the Ascension Pavilion.

This was a dream for even the top three on the Eastern Earth Prodigy List.

The Master of the Ascension Pavilion, known as Old Man Wutian, was the Zifu grandmaster of the Eastern Earth closest to the legendary Yin Shen realm.

That was the Yin Shen stage, a realm said to touch the domain of immortals and gods.

Once Old Man Wutian stepped into Yin Shen, Jiang Ya’s status would be beyond comparison with the top three on the Eastern Earth Prodigy List.

"No," Jiang Ya shook her head. "I came only because there might be some conflict here. Observing a duel will benefit me. As for the Palace of Light… I find Ling Su utterly detestable. Why would I get involved with them?"

The Ascension Pavilion collected all the techniques of the world.

Jiang Ya was interested in every technique under heaven.

A battle between Divine Infant cultivators, even for her at the Yuan Dan stage, would yield much insight from observation.

Her path was to adapt and create techniques.

She walked this road with unwavering persistence.

When she finally stepped into the Divine Infant stage, she would awaken the divine abilities related to this path.

And when she entered the Zifu stage and understood the essence of this world’s spiritual energy, she would comprehend her own primordial divine ability through her path.

Jiang Ya thought of something and suddenly said, "If that Blood-Robed Sword God is weak and loses quickly, Elder Shi, please trouble yourself to duel with the Palace of Light’s people. I want to see their techniques."

The elderly woman nodded upon hearing this: "As you command, Miss Ya."

Night fell, and a small boat drifted on the water.

Jiang Ya stood at the bow, her mind immersed in a jade slip.

At every moment, she was walking her path.

The vast waves stretched for ten thousand leagues, moonlight lingering over the misty islets.

Suddenly, Jiang Ya opened her eyes.

The elderly woman also looked up, a hint of solemnity in her gaze.

Amid the ocean waves, a man in a blood-red robe was walking on the water.

A full moon hung in the sky, its cold light shining upon him, reflecting a crimson glow.

"What a powerful aura of blood and gore!"

"How many people has he killed?"

"The Blood-Robed Sword God?"

At this moment, on the treasure ship of the Bright Palace, the gazes of over a dozen Divine Infants fell upon the blood-robed figure on the water's surface.

Their eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty, tinged with a hint of fear.

The three Divine Infants of the Bright Palace, upon seeing the blood-red robe, were first stunned, then Wukong Zhenjun bellowed: "Your bloodlust reeks to the heavens—how many innocent souls have you wrought?

Such a colossal demon! Had I known of you earlier, I would have slain you on the spot, not let you plague the mortal world!"

Originally, the three Divine Infants of the Bright Palace had planned to put on a show, offer apologies, and then find fault with the Blood-Robed Sword God.

But upon seeing him, they felt no need for pretense.

This dense aura of blood and slaughter—how many deaths had it taken to create?

This was no Sword God; this was a demon outright.

Such a great fiend should be executed directly.

Beneath the full moon, the blood-red robe shimmered with an eerie light. His voice was hoarse and cold.

By now, Qi Yuan had slipped into character, playing his alter ego.

"My daughter was innocent and vivacious, sharp-tongued and clever as ice.

I would have plucked the stars and moon from the sky for her.

And yet... you forced her to live in a doghouse. This matter is far from over!"

Upon hearing this, Lord Dongchang's face showed a look of surprise.

Innocent and vivacious?

Sharp-tongued?

Earth Sword Marquis, your ninety-year-old daughter barely has any teeth left, does she?

But the Blood-Robed Sword God before them seemed veiled in a mist of blood; they could not make out his features at all.

"Such a fiend—his ancestors for eighteen generations deserve to rot in hell!" Lord Dongchang seized the chance to add.

At this, a flicker of confusion crossed Qi Yuan's eyes: "Didn't the Bright Palace come to offer apologies? Is this your attitude?"

He had come because the Bright Palace had said they would apologize.

He planned to extort something from them.

"If you were a righteous cultivator, I would apologize for my minor past transgressions. But you—a demonic cultivator—are you worthy of my apology?" Wukong Zhenjun now stood on the moral high ground once more, feeling refreshed.

Qi Yuan heard this, his expression turning forlorn.

"It seems I overestimated some people's moral standards.

I had thought the lords of the Bright Palace were all gentlemen, with the world in their hearts.

The path of immortality is vast, yet you deign to subdue demons and vanquish evil—truly chivalrous immortals.

What a pity, what a pity. I had hoped you might compensate me with some spirit stones, and I would let the matter drop."

As Qi Yuan spoke, he appeared genuinely disappointed, as if lost and dejected.

This left the three Bright Palace Divine Infants on the treasure ship at a loss.

Did this man truly admire their Bright Palace?

"Hmph!" Wukong Zhenjun would not let the Blood-Robed Sword God off so easily. "A demonic cultivator, worthy of admiring our Bright Palace?"

The Divine Infant at the late stage beside him couldn't help but ask: "How many spirit stones do you want as compensation?"

"She is my beloved daughter—at least... ten million..." Qi Yuan said, then felt he might have asked for too little. With a ruthless resolve, he raised the price: "Ten trillion spirit stones!"

Silence fell upon the treasure ship.

After a few breaths, Lord Dongchang's face twisted with anger: "Earth Sword Marquis, are you mocking the True Lords of the Bright Palace?"

Ten trillion spirit stones?

How much was that? Unimaginable!

The other Divine Infants of Chen State also joined in, hurling verbal attacks at Qi Yuan.

"Utterly ridiculous! First, you fabricate slander against the True Lords of the Bright Palace, and now you deliberately extort them. Such a villain deserves death!"

A crowd of Divine Infants condemned Qi Yuan, pronouncing him guilty.

Qi Yuan stood alone against the accusations.

He felt weak and helpless.

Though his story was fabricated, did fabrication make it false?

He was furious, like a laborer whose wages had been withheld: "I'll kill you all!"

Qi Yuan charged straight at the treasure ship.

Wukong Zhenjun's eyes held a contemptuous smile: "A mere Divine Infant from a hundred kingdoms—what grade is your divine ability? And you dare raise a hand against me?"

The divine abilities awakened by Divine Infant cultivators were also graded.

Nine was the lowest, one the highest.

Seven, eight, and nine were low-grade; one, two, and three were high-grade.

Above one, there were even higher grades.

Wukong Zhenjun's divine ability was first-grade.

In places like the Hundred Kingdoms, Divine Infants mostly had low-grade abilities, occasionally mid-grade.

Thus, the Bright Palace's Divine Infants, when they came here, were like a crushing force—the gap was too vast.

On the small boat, the old woman shook her head: "The three Bright Palace Divine Infants all have high-grade abilities, and there are twelve more above them. That Blood-Robed Sword God's actions are quite unwise."

The Divine Infants of the Hundred Kingdoms had abilities far too weak.

Their combat power was naturally inferior to that of the Bright Palace's Divine Infants.

Jiang Ya, watching the Blood-Robed Sword God, had a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

For some reason, the Blood-Robed Sword God gave her an odd feeling.

At this moment, Qi Yuan, holding a blood-red longsword, wore a fierce expression: "You think only you have divine abilities? I have them too!"

He flew toward the treasure ship, sword in hand, like a blood-colored crow in the night sky.

Wukong Zhenjun sneered: "I'll deal with you myself!"

He left the treasure ship, raising his arm toward the heavens.

"Divine Thunder of the Nine Heavens!"

"Radiant Sword!"

"Annihilate all demons!"

As his voice rang out, endless sunlight fell upon him.

His entire being became holy and radiant.

A light sword condensed in his hand, making him appear like a righteous cultivator with an immortal air.

One strike of the sword could sweep away all demons under heaven.

Qi Yuan looked at that light sword and shook his head: "That's not how you use a light sword. You need to change your clothes, remember to transform.

No, you have to change your gender first, then the light sword transformation will have flavor!"

On Blue Star, in short videos, there was once a trend of light sword transformations.

Ordinary clothing, then a light sword appears, and under dim lights, it becomes sexy attire.

Among them, some versions were too explicit.

Now, Wukong True Lord, displaying his divine power, was judged by Qi Yuan as a light sword transformation.

Righteous aura radiated from Wukong True Lord, his face filled with fury like an angry god: "First-rank divine power, the Radiant Sword—see how you block it!"

"My divine power—how will you block it?"

At this moment, the blood-colored long sword in Qi Yuan's hand was finally unsheathed.

It revealed a terrifying, eerie aura.

Before Qi Yuan even acted, just the blade's appearance turned the water beneath his feet blood-red.

The red kept spreading.

Even the great sun's radiance of the Radiant Sword was tainted by the blood color.

Wukong True Lord seemed to fall into an endless hell, entangled by blood.

"Let me show you... my divine power!"

The Void Sovereign's Heart Demon Invocation activated at this moment.

The blood red was no longer confined to that small patch.

The entire Lingfeng Ferry seemed to sink into a blood prison.

Howling winds of darkness, surging seas of blood!

All the Nascent Soul cultivators showed shock and horror on their faces.

Wukong True Lord was even more terrified: "A... a Primal Divine Power..."

He feared, he retreated, but fell into the abyss of sinking.

The Void Sovereign's Heart Demon Invocation was engraved on the blood-colored long sword.

One strike equaled a Sovereign of the Engraved level unleashing a Primal Divine Power.

The level of the Void Sovereign's Heart Demon Invocation as a Primal Divine Power was not low.

Dealing with a Nascent Soul?

That was like using a nuclear weapon to kill a chicken!

In just one breath, Wukong True Lord turned into a pool of blood.

Qi Yuan looked at that pool of blood and boasted: "Is my divine power stronger than yours?"

Pity, Wukong True Lord was already dead and could not answer him.

On the treasure ship, those Nascent Souls trembled.

Primal... Divine Power!

What the Blood-Robed Sword God displayed was unmistakably a Primal Divine Power!

Although many of them had never seen a Purple Mansion powerhouse act.

But the moment Qi Yuan struck, they knew—that was a Primal Divine Power!

A Primal Divine Power was a technique mastered by Purple Mansion cultivators.

Seeing through the essence, it was something no Nascent Soul could withstand!

The Blood-Robed Sword God... was actually a Purple Mansion powerhouse!

In the land of a hundred nations, a Purple Mansion had appeared?

Dongchang Gong on the scene felt a jolt in his heart, overwhelmed with fear.

How had it suddenly become Purple Mansion?

The other two Nascent Souls from the Bright Palace also changed color drastically but maintained a trace of composure.

After all, the Bright Palace still had dozens of Purple Mansions.

"Senior, using a Primal Divine Power against Wukong True Lord's divine power is a bit too bullying," said the previously arrogant Bright Palace Nascent Soul, his tone now much milder.

He was no longer as overbearing as before.

But the pride in his bones remained.

After all, they came from the Bright Palace and had no direct enmity with the Blood-Robed Sword God.

Wukong True Lord had a grudge with the Blood-Robed Sword God—killing him was just that.

"How is a Primal Divine Power not a divine power?" Qi Yuan said matter-of-factly.

This line, he had plagiarized from Wu Tong, but since Wu Tong was already dead by his hand, it didn't count as plagiarism.

As he spoke, he lifted his long sword and headed toward the treasure ship.

The Bright Palace Nascent Soul's expression shifted slightly: "Senior, do you intend to show no mercy?

Though you are a Purple Mansion, our Bright Palace does not lack cultivators of your rank.

Moreover, Senior has already slain Wukong True Lord, who insulted you—let this matter rest.

I hope Senior will think twice before acting!"

At this moment, fighting was out of the question.

They could only reason.

"Hmph," Qi Yuan coldly stared at these people. "That's not what you said earlier."

When he first appeared, these Nascent Souls had ceaselessly insulted him.

Moreover, almost all of them looked at him with murder in their eyes, eager to act in the name of justice.

Now... had they changed their tune?

"Senior, have you truly decided to make an enemy of our Bright Palace?" the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator said coldly.

"It is your Bright Palace that has made an enemy of me!" Qi Yuan said, hesitating no longer.

The Void Sovereign's Heart Demon Invocation erupted at this moment.

The massive treasure ship seemed to be stained red with blood.

All the Nascent Souls on board grew frenzied in expression.

"No!"

"Ah, I should not have—should not have killed my brother and dishonored his wife!"

"I really didn't mean it—who told him to have such high talent."

The heart demon emerged, and the magnificent treasure ship instantly turned into a blood-colored demonic realm.

Over a dozen Divine Infant cultivators, dancing and gesticulating, faces twisted, heart demons rampant, in miserable states, ultimately all perished.

The servants and songstresses on the treasure ship trembled in fear, as if witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Boring, not even worth a single sword stroke from me." Qi Yuan sheathed his sword.

These people from the Bright Palace were too weak; he didn't even need to use the power of his Golden Core.

He estimated that even the Zifu cultivators of the Bright Palace could not force him to unleash his Golden Core.

He figured... only the Imperial-Grade Dragon-Startling Crown would be worth him bringing out his Golden Core.

After all, according to the Ice Mountain Dominatrix, the Imperial-Grade Dragon-Startling Crown could unleash power at the level of Yin Shen.

Yin Shen... too strong, too strong.

That was true celestial divinity!

Celestial divinity hidden from the world!

Celestial divinity before which mortals and cultivators alike must bow and worship!

Qi Yuan sheathed his sword, swept his gaze around, and declared in a booming voice: "The Bright Palace, under the guise of offering apologies, actually sent people to ambush me. If I do not avenge this, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!

I, the Blood-Robed Sword God, formally declare war on the Bright Palace!

Either the Bright Palace is destroyed, or I fall!"

Qi Yuan's roar carried for dozens of li.

All the cultivators who had surrounded him were shaken to their core, deeply moved.

This Blood-Robed Sword God was actually a Zifu grandmaster!

Among the Hundred Kingdoms, a Zifu grandmaster had finally emerged!

Qi Yuan waved his hand, and all the storage pouches fell into his grasp.

These white moons had traveled thousands of li to see him; why would he refuse the gifts they brought?

Having taken the storage pouches, he was about to leave when a gentle voice came: "Senior, please stay."

PS: There's another chapter very late; everyone, read it when you wake up in the morning. Sorry, sorry.

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