Chapter 109: The Wrath of the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden, A Cultivation System That Shocks the Worl
Chapter 109 – The Wrath of the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden, A Cultivation System That Shocks the Worl
Seeing the situation unfurling precisely as he had orchestrated, Jiang Bufan offered a faint smile and immediately drew two rings in the center of the grand palace.
“This bout is a friendly exchange of pointers, so we shall forgo the clash of steel.”
“Whoever steps beyond their ring suffers defeat. Do you two peerless talents harbor any objections?”
“None!”
The two women replied in sharp unison, stepping directly into the boundaries Jiang Bufan had laid down.
The inscribed rings were suffocatingly narrow, offering barely enough space to stand firmly. The slightest exertion of movement would cause one to breach the boundary.
Furthermore, Jiang Bufan had already forbidden the use of armaments.
This arena was deliberately forged to force these supreme talents to clash using nothing but the pure weight of their respective Daos.
Now facing the successor of the Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke, Zi Ning forced her simmering rage to cool.
Though she hungered to carve Chen Changsheng into a thousand bloody pieces, she refused to let worldly emotions cloud her judgment before a true adversary.
Thrum!
Zi Ning’s fingers blurred into an intricate Dao-seal, and the majestic vision of the “Blue Sea and Azure Sky” instantly manifested behind her.
Witnessing this, Gongsun Huaiyu offered a disdainful smirk and slowly let her eyelids fall shut.
Crash!
An oceanic manifestation of equal grandeur flooded the hall, save for one sovereign distinction: Gongsun Huaiyu’s phantom sea churned with pure, resplendent gold.
Moreover, amidst those violent golden tides, a solitary green lotus stood rooted at the epicenter.
Seeing the heaven-defying visions summoned by these two youths, the ancient heavyweights occupying the high seats could not help but straighten their postures.
In terms of sheer destructive might, these elders easily eclipsed anyone else breathing in the hall.
Yet, in the ethereal art of deducing and forging new cultivation paths, they could not guarantee their superiority over these rising stars—even those they had personally tutored.
Forging a Dao required monstrous comprehension, heaven-sent Fated Chances, and above all, that ephemeral spark of primordial enlightenment.
In this grand era, it was often the new generation of monstrous talents who possessed the Midas touch, turning mortal concepts into sovereign laws.
Roar!
Zi Ning’s “Blue Sea and Azure Sky” roiled with apocalyptic fury, sending the azure and golden oceans smashing into one another.
As the two women unleashed the full breadth of their wills, deep awe rippled through the observing crowd.
For both had successfully cleaved out entirely distinct, unseen paths of cultivation.
The Purple Mansion Holy Maiden wielded her Spiritual Essence as the “sea” and her Divine Sense as the “sky,” harmonizing heaven and earth to achieve a state of flawless Perfection.
To birth such a cultivation system was a feat worthy of being crowned a peerless epoch-maker.
Had the Holy Maiden drawn any other opponent today, she would stand utterly invincible, even if absolute victory barely eluded her.
But it was her supreme misfortune to cross paths with Gongsun Huaiyu; she clashed directly against the monstrous foundation jointly forged by Chen Changsheng and A-Li.
Boom!
The two great domains ruthlessly ground against each other. Instantly, Zi Ning’s “Blue Sea and Azure Sky” trembled precariously, its unified elements threatening to tear apart.
Conversely, while Gongsun Huaiyu’s Sea of Bitterness experienced minor turbulence, its core remained as immutable as a primordial mountain.
“Break!”
Zi Ning let out a sharp cry as her hands shifted through Dao-seals, and the Meridians beneath her skin instantly erupted with blinding, radiant light.
Observing this spectacle, Chen Changsheng, seated nearby, casually adjusted his posture, sitting up slightly straighter.
The Holy Maiden’s cultivation system was anchored upon the Eight Extraordinary and Twelve Regular Meridians. While it fell short of the absolute brutality of “Body Cultivation”…
In its manipulation and flow through the Meridians, it still possessed a chilling, sovereign uniqueness.
Pushed to its absolute extreme, the sprawling “Blue Sea and Azure Sky” began to violently compress, condensing rapidly until it took the shape of a second “Zi Ning.”
This phantom avatar, born of pure worldly vision, immediately tore through the void, launching a meteoric assault against Gongsun Huaiyu’s Sea of Bitterness.
She sought to use the sheer weight of a single strike to puncture the vast golden abyss.
Splash!
The sprawling golden tides were ruthlessly cleaved apart by Zi Ning’s relentless assault, and a thin thread of blood trickled from the corner of Gongsun Huaiyu’s lips.
Gongsun Huaiyu had been walking this newborn path for less than a single month.
In terms of a deeply rooted foundation, she was vastly inferior to Zi Ning’s years of tempered discipline.
Yet, just as Zi Ning mercilessly battered the golden waters, the solitary green lotus underwent a profound metamorphosis.
The tightly sealed petals slowly bloomed outward, revealing a solitary figure seated cross-legged within its sacred heart.
Catching sight of this, the faint sliver of concern in Chen Changsheng’s ancient heart completely dispersed.
Having stepped into the True Self realm, this foolish girl had already seized victory.
Bang!
The ethereal avatar of Zi Ning was blasted across the hall by a single, devastating punch from the figure within the lotus.
In the next breath, a scene unfolded that would be forever burned into the souls of every cultivator present.
The phantom “Gongsun Huaiyu” residing within the vision stepped out from the illusion, planting her feet upon reality step by step.
Rustle!
Jiang Bufan vaulted from his high seat in sheer, unadulterated shock, for Gongsun Huaiyu’s maneuver had just shattered the foundational logic of the entire cultivation world.
Whether it was the decaying Golden Core system or the myriad of nascent Daos currently being forged…
Every single path bowed to one ironclad universal law: the root of one’s Divine Sense must never be weaponized for physical combat.
Divine Sense was born directly from a cultivator’s soul, an immensely fragile essence that would shatter under the slightest worldly trauma.
Therefore, no sane cultivator would ever throw their soul’s root into the crucible of battle.
For the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden to deduce a method allowing her Divine Sense to clash within a phantom vision was already a heaven-defying breakthrough.
But for Gongsun Huaiyu to command her Divine Sense to physically cross the threshold from illusion into reality? This was downright heretical.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Basking in the terrified, awe-struck gazes of the crowd, the True Self “Gongsun Huaiyu” offered a self-satisfied smirk and casually strolled toward the wounded Zi Ning.
“My, my!”
“It appears you are perched upon the edge of defeat. I wonder when the esteemed Holy Maiden plans to honor our wager!”
Staring at the phantom slowly closing in on her, and then glancing back at the real flesh-and-blood body leisurely snacking on a spirit fruit within the drawn ring…
Utter disbelief threatened to drown the light in Zi Ning’s eyes.
“Impossible. I refuse to believe your Divine Sense can detach from its vessel and strike the mortal plane.”
“This is nothing but a cheap bluff!”
“Is that so?”
“If this is a mere bluff, then pray tell, what is this?”
Before her words finished echoing, Gongsun Huaiyu vanished, reappearing like a ghost behind Zi Ning with her right hand raised high.
Smack!
A resounding, merciless slap landed squarely across Zi Ning’s backside.
The searing flash of pain sent violently trembling shockwaves through Zi Ning’s entire body.
Physical humiliation she could weather, but the agonizing burn ripping directly through her soul was utterly impossible to suppress.
The “Gongsun Huaiyu” standing before her truly was pure Divine Sense, yet this soul-avatar manipulated spiritual essence with the exact same lethal precision as her physical body.
Stung by the assault, Zi Ning reflexively lashed out with a vicious counterattack.
Instantly, the phantom “Gongsun Huaiyu” and Zi Ning became entangled in a blur of deadly blows.
But with every brutal exchange, the terror churning in Zi Ning’s heart swelled.
Able to command Spiritual Essence, able to weave intricate Daoist arts—this ghostly avatar was entirely indistinguishable from the real one.
In fact, in certain terrifying aspects, this Gongsun Huaiyu possessed a fluidity that eclipsed her physical vessel.
Crash!
Wounded and mentally shattered by the impossible Dao she was witnessing, Zi Ning was swiftly blasted past the boundary of the ring.
Having claimed unquestionable victory, the True Self “Gongsun Huaiyu” cast a provocative, mocking glance down at Zi Ning before melting back into the golden vision.
The grand illusions dissipated into the void, and the real Gongsun Huaiyu practically skipped over to Chen Changsheng, her face bright with the expectation of praise.
“Young Master, I completely crushed that little brat. Am I not amazing?”
“Passable. Barely adequate.”
“Young Master, you are so infuriating! Would it kill you to offer a shred of praise?”
Their banter echoed lightly through the silent palace. Every single heavy gaze in the room slowly shifted, locking onto the faintly smiling Chen Changsheng.
The ignorant watched the spectacle for cheap thrills, but true masters watched the terrifying mechanics of the Dao at play.
The apocalyptic might of this newborn cultivation system was laid bare for all to witness. Beyond that, everyone present had realized a chilling truth.
Gongsun Huaiyu had merely scratched the surface of this path. Her execution was raw, utterly failing to channel the true, boundless profundity hidden within this Dao.
If Gongsun Huaiyu was this monstrous while barely grasping the fundamentals, then what of the man she referred to as “Young Master”? What of Chen Changsheng?
Back at the Kunlun Stone Workshop, Gongsun Huaiyu’s cultivation path had been entirely ordinary, completely divorced from this heaven-defying system.
Yet, following Chen Changsheng’s brief period of absence, she had inexplicably manifested this primordial, flawless method.
If anyone dared suggest that these events were completely unrelated to Chen Changsheng, even a feral dog in the streets would laugh at their stupidity!