Chapter 110: The Heartless Fairy’s Challenge, Innate Immortal Bone
Chapter 110 – The Heartless Fairy’s Challenge, Innate Immortal Bone
The heavy gaze of every cultivator present locked fiercely onto Chen Changsheng.
Faced with their intense scrutiny, Chen Changsheng merely offered a faint, cynical smile before seamlessly resuming his idle chatter with Gongsun Huaiyu.
A-Li was currently in deep Secluded Cultivation; his sole objective was to bleed the hourglass and buy the boy enough time.
The exposure of their new cultivation path mattered little. Even if these so-called geniuses shattered their minds pondering it, they would never grasp the primordial core of the system.
As long as that sovereign secret remained locked away, the greedy eyes of the world would remain thoroughly anchored upon him.
After trading a few more careless remarks, Gongsun Huaiyu turned her head and threw a playful, expectant look toward Jiang Bufan.
“Saint Lord Jiang, you proclaimed that the victor of this Dao discourse would be granted the Profound Yellow Mother Gold.”
“It has been quite some time, and not a single soul has dared to step into this ring. Isn’t it time to hand over the Reward?”
In response to her bold demand, Jiang Bufan chuckled. “The prize naturally belongs to the ultimate victor.”
“However, before that decree is made, I must still ascertain whether any other young friends wish to test their mettle.”
As those words echoed through the hall, the quieted minds of the gathered Heavenly Talents ignited with sudden fervor.
The Reward might be a pipe dream, but crossing blows to decipher Gongsun Huaiyu’s terrifying new Dao was a heaven-defying Fated Chance in its own right!
Yet, before these ambitious thoughts could crystallize for even a single breath, Chen Changsheng’s weary, drawling voice drifted across the floor.
“Little girl, it seems these noble youths intend to wear you down with a war of attrition.”
“If anyone else dares to step forward, butcher them. Strike with lethal intent until your Qi runs dry, and then we will simply surrender.”
“No worldly treasure is worth risking your life!”
Hearing her Young Master’s brutal command, Gongsun Huaiyu immediately beamed with bloodthirsty joy.
“Understood, Young Master! I promise to strike to kill!”
Witnessing her violent eagerness, the surging ambitions of the surrounding Heavenly Talents froze into cold dread.
A supreme genius like the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden had been battered and humiliated. If they stepped up now facing lethal blows, they would be butchered or crippled for life.
Suppressing Gongsun Huaiyu would require a sovereign of the younger generation—someone on the level of the Yaoguang Saint Son.
Since those apex predators remained seated, the lesser geniuses lacked the courage to court death.
Smothered by Chen Changsheng’s casual threat, the Heavenly Talent Assembly descended into a graveyard’s silence.
Observing the suffocating stillness, Jiang Bufan’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. He had yet to fully peel back the layers of Gongsun Huaiyu’s bizarre Dao.
After letting the silence stretch, seeing that no one dared to draw their blade, Jiang Bufan had no choice but to finalize the outcome.
“Since none of the young friends possess the will to challenge Miss Gongsun, then this bout of discourse—”
“Hold your words!”
Yao Yingying, who had sat in absolute, chilling stillness since her arrival, slowly rose to her feet.
“Saint Lord Jiang, I wish to challenge Young Master Chen.”
However, the instant Yao Yingying stepped forward, the demonic monk Xuan Xin—whose face was plastered with an eternal, unsettling smile—also rose.
“This humble monk also wishes to exchange pointers with Benefactor Chen.”
Watching these two terrifying figures simultaneously mark him as their prey, a dark flicker of amusement danced in Chen Changsheng’s ancient eyes.
From the moment Yao Yingying graced the Heavenly Talent Assembly, her mind had clearly been wandering the Void, utterly detached from the proceedings.
She possessed not a sliver of desire for the Profound Yellow Mother Gold, nor did she harbor any innate interest in him.
Yet here she stood, brandishing her sword-will at his neck. To a weary old monster like him, this brazen maneuver reeked of a vanguard clearing the path for someone else!
While Chen Changsheng silently dissected the hidden currents, Gongsun Huaiyu clapped her hands in thrill.
“How fascinating! Earlier, not even a shadow dared approach. Now, two deliver themselves to my doorstep at once.”
“Very well, this young lady will entertain you both.”
As she spoke, Gongsun Huaiyu confidently rolled her shoulders, preparing to step back into the ring.
Smack!
Chen Changsheng’s heavy hand clamped down firmly onto her shoulder.
“Little girl, stand down and catch your breath. I will take the field this time.”
Deprived of her bloody momentum, the battle-drunk Gongsun Huaiyu immediately wrinkled her nose in protest.
“Young Master, my Qi is perfectly fine.”
“Besides, you cannot monopolize all the amusement!”
“You crush that bald monk, and I will dismantle Yao Yingying. It is a flawless division of labor.”
Hearing her naive, arrogant protest, Chen Changsheng chuckled softly, treating her to a condescending pat on the head.
“You still have mountains of wisdom left to climb, girl.”
“Sometimes, the unseen currents flowing beyond the boundaries of cultivation are what truly dictate life and death.”
Leaving her to ponder those cryptic words, Chen Changsheng strode out, walking a direct line toward the demonic monk Xuan Xin.
In that exact moment, the Yaoguang Saint Son—who had been nursing his wine in complete silence—set his jade cup down. He moved like a drifting cloud, stopping exactly ten paces from Yao Yingying.
Watching this synchronized maneuver, the old foxes and shrewd prodigies in the hall instantly connected the dots.
So this was why the sovereign Yaoguang Saint Son had sat idle while a peerless Dao was displayed. He had secretly forged an alliance with Chen Changsheng.
Witnessing the suffocating, combined front of Chen Changsheng and Fu Yao, the savage Batulu—who was still furiously devouring spirit fruits—rolled his eyes toward the heavens.
The hearts of these Middle Heavens schemers are darker than the Void itself. Thank the ancestors I didn’t rush in blindly, or those two monsters would have ground me to dust.
……
Staring into the refined, unreadable eyes of the Yaoguang Saint Son, Yao Yingying’s voice was as cold as a frozen lake. “To discourse with the most enigmatic Heavenly Talent of the Middle Heavens is a profound honor.”
“Hehehe!”
“Miss Yao is far too modest. The terrifying reputation of the Hateless Pavilion’s Heartless Heavenly Scripture echoes across the realms.”
“To bear witness to the Heartless Fairy’s sovereign Dao is a privilege I dare not take lightly.”
As he spoke, Fu Yao’s gaze drifted upward, casually sweeping past the stone-faced Pavilion Master of the Hateless Pavilion.
The whispers binding the Heartless Fairy to the demonic monk Xuan Xin had not escaped his ears.
Having sworn to sweep the board clean for Chen Changsheng, he naturally would not allow pawn-like interlopers to muddy the waters.
“I must ask, how does the Fairy intend to wage this clash?”
“It is whispered that the Yaoguang Saint Son was forged with an innate Immortal Bone. When ignited alongside your Holy Land’s Great Luo Heavenly Immortal Art, its destructive might is peerless. Might this one be granted the privilege of experiencing it?”
Hearing her icy request, Fu Yao smiled warmly. “I would be delighted. Fairy, if you please.”
The moment his words fell, a soft, ethereal radiance bloomed from the center of Fu Yao’s brow.
Seeing this radiant glint, Yao Yingying immediately understood. This was a silent invitation to wage war directly within his Sea of Consciousness.
Such a battle was a terrifying gamble. The Sea of Consciousness was the cradle of the soul, the most excruciatingly fragile domain within a cultivator.
A single misstep here would not result in broken bones. At best, the loser’s mind would shatter, leaving behind a drooling husk. At worst, their soul would scatter to the Void, extinguishing their existence entirely.
For Fu Yao to willfully open his own mind as the theater of war bespoke an ocean-like confidence in his foundational Dao.
“Such terrifying absolute poise!”
Uttering that rare sliver of praise, Yao Yingying let her eyelids fall shut. Instantly, an aura of utter, desolating detachment flooded the grand hall, freezing the marrow of everyone present.
A spectral, ephemeral silhouette of Yao Yingying stepped out from her brow. Yet, this soul-projection was entirely devoid of human warmth—an absolute avatar of the Heartless Fairy descending from the highest heavens.
However, as this phantom drifted toward the radiant gateway of Fu Yao’s Sea of Consciousness, “Yao Yingying” paused, turning her ethereal gaze upon Gongsun Huaiyu.
Beneath the weight of that single, hollow glance, Gongsun Huaiyu felt her very soul snap freeze in terror.
“The myriad paths of the Dao are vast. The path you tread wields immense power, but it is a borrowed Dao.”
“Should you cross blades with me using another’s foundation, you will never taste victory.”
Delivering that chilling verdict, “Yao Yingying” dissolved into a stream of light, plunging directly into Fu Yao’s mind.
The radiance faded, leaving the two supreme talents standing like lifeless stone statues on the palace floor.
Gulp.
Gongsun Huaiyu swallowed hard, her throat dry with sudden dread. Yao Yingying’s fleeting display of absolute will had profoundly shaken her arrogance.
She had drunkenly believed that by wielding this heaven-defying cultivation system, finding a peer capable of suppressing her would be virtually impossible.
But staring at those unmoving figures, she realized her arrogance had been laughably naive.