Bachelor [EN]: Chapter 709

As the phantom of the Vajra Warrior appeared, Great Master Wonji’s morale surged, and he pointed at the giant ice sword, extending both fists. Kukwakwang! A deafening roar echoed, and the phantom of the Vajra Warrior mirrored Great Master Wonji’s movements, attacking the giant sword head-on. The golden fists collided with the ice sword, and surprisingly, the massive sword was knocked sideways, spinning several times before barely regaining its stability. Han Li quickly examined the surface of the ice sword. ‘…’ The surface of the ice sword was shattered, revealing the golden, radiant core of the sword within. ‘What kind of technique is this? It seems different from the Underworld King Incantation, but it feels similar.’ However, his flying sword had been refined again recently, with an unimaginable amount of Dark Ice Essence infused into it. The cold energy contained within the Azure Bamboo Cloud Sword was not just this much. As Han Li moved his consciousness, the tattered ice sword flashed with white cold energy and returned to its original state, once again plunging towards Great Master Wonji. The power of the ice sword was not diminished at all compared to before, as if nothing had happened. This made Great Master Wonji’s head ache. With a darkened expression, the monk enlarged his form, and his fists and arms quickly doubled in size, striking like lightning towards the incoming ice sword. Clang! The phantom of the Vajra Warrior moved in the same way, blocking the ice sword with both fists. Han Li also narrowed his pupils, inwardly surprised. Even excluding the physical force contained within the ice sword, the extreme cold emitted by the Ten Thousand Year Dark Ice Essence could freeze even magical treasures and artifacts, but it had no effect on the phantom of the Vajra Warrior. It was indeed a remarkable secret technique. However, when he turned his gaze to Great Master Wonji below, he didn’t seem as relaxed as the phantom of the Vajra Warrior. One of his legs was bent, and the golden light flashing on his face suggested he was enduring with all his might. Han Li slightly narrowed his brows. Great Master Wonji’s secret technique seemed similar to the Six Extremes Devilish Art on the surface, but it was fundamentally different. The Six Extremes Devilish Art could also summon the shadows of six devils, but they borrowed external power to form the Demonic Qi of the Devil. However, the phantom of the Vajra Warrior summoned by the monk was created with his own magical power, and the power of the secret technique seemed to complement the Underworld King Incantation. If Great Master Wonji had not mastered the Underworld King Incantation to the fourth level, he would not have been able to withstand the blow of the giant sword and would have collapsed. Han Li thought it was amazing, but the power of the Azure Bamboo Cloud Sword was not limited to this. He formed a hand seal and triggered another divine ability of the sword with his consciousness. At this, a thunderous sound echoed, and thick golden lightning bolts erupted from the surface of the ice sword, transforming into several snakes that flew out. “Hah!” Great Master Wonji was startled, not knowing that Han Li’s flying sword possessed so many divine abilities, and he released something towards the snakes. Nothing came out of the monk’s mouth, but the phantom of the Vajra Warrior emitted golden energy instead. The light of spiritual energy flashed, wrapping around the lightning snakes and immobilizing them. And once again, as Great Master Wonji shouted, the power of the Vajra Warrior exploded. The ice sword cracked and gradually shattered under the golden fists. Great Master Wonji intended to break the ice sword completely using the immense power of the Vajra Warrior. However, Han Li, who was watching the high monk, merely sneered and changed the shape of his hand seal. Then, the ice sword suddenly trembled and rang out clearly, scattering into golden threads. The phantom of the Vajra Warrior flailed its large hands, trying to grab them, but they moved so swiftly that it couldn’t catch them at all. “Transforming Sword into Threads! So, Fellow Daoist Han is a sword cultivator who is well-versed in sword techniques!” The monk muttered as he watched the giant sword split into threads. “It’s an exaggeration to call me a sword cultivator with such clumsy skills! Rather, thanks to Great Master Wonji’s secret technique, my horizons have broadened. May I know what kind of secret technique it is?” Han Li asked calmly, smiling as he retrieved his flying sword. Since they were not engaged in a life-or-death struggle, there was no need to push his opponent too hard. “It’s just a trivial skill. A minor trick that can be used in conjunction with the Underworld King Incantation.” Great Master Wonji also chuckled, not revealing the details of his secret technique. At that, Han Li gave a wry smile. “The Buddhist sect’s divine abilities are so profound that it will be difficult to determine a winner quickly. I have no choice but to bring out some powerful treasures, so please be careful not to get hurt.” Han Li regained his composure and warned meaningfully. He flicked his ten fingers in succession towards the monk, sending out thin red threads that disappeared as they flew. Then, he flicked his sleeve, and three-colored flames rolled out, transforming into a feather fan. He immediately infused it with spiritual power and fanned it forward. At that moment, the cry of a phoenix echoed, and several inches-long three-colored firebirds flew out of the feather fan towards the monk. Not stopping there, Han Li opened his mouth and released a white bead. The bead instantly soared into the air, growing to the size of a ship. Then, a purple cold energy-infused flame flowed down the surface of the bead in a bizarre manner. Han Li lightly flicked his sleeve towards the bead, and a purple sea of fire appeared, spreading out like a monstrous wave several zhang [a Chinese unit of length, roughly 3.3 meters] high, with a truly formidable momentum. The monk, who was watching this scene, took out a small, silver, radiant bottle with a flip of his hand in response to Han Li’s fierce attack. Before he could activate the treasure, a red light flashed in front of the phantom of the Vajra Warrior in the void, and a dozen thin red threads rushed towards the phantom. Clang! As a result, the two sides collided, and a metallic clashing sound rang out, but the red threads failed to pierce the phantom. However, the monk focused only on the incoming three-colored firebirds. Although he was seeing the Three Flames Fan for the first time, he was tense due to the astonishing pressure of spiritual energy emanating from the three-colored firebirds. Shortly after, something unexpected happened to the monk. The dozen red threads did not pierce the phantom of the Vajra Warrior, but they suddenly emitted light and transformed into thick fire chains, swiftly binding the enemy, immobilizing them. The monk was surprised to see this and gestured towards the void. A white sword qi shot out from his fingertips, cutting through the fire chains. Ting! A clear sound rang out, and red and white lights intertwined, but in the end, the sword qi was deflected, and only a small dent was made in the thick fire chains. Now, Great Master Wonji’s expression also darkened. Seeing the three-colored firebirds and the purple sea of fire flying towards him, he kicked off the white lotus beneath his feet and spread his arms outward. Sensing the monk’s urgency, the giant phantom of the Vajra Warrior fiercely emitted light and grew in size, reaching seven or eight zhang, trying to break free from the fire chains in one go. However, things that weighed heavily on the monk’s mind happened one after another. The fire chains grew effortlessly along with the size of the Vajra Warrior’s body. Now, a look of anxiety appeared on Great Master Wonji’s face. As the three-colored firebirds reached his nose, he had no choice but to throw the jade bottle in his hand into the air first. The silver jade bottle circled in the air and flew towards the three-colored firebirds. Buddhist chants flowed out from within, and seven-colored Buddhist light burst out from the opening. The firebirds also spat out three-colored flames from their mouths, flapping their wings as if to break through the Buddhist light and fly over the monk’s head. Before the two collided, the seven-colored Buddhist light spread out widely, enveloping the firebirds, and they were sucked into the bottle. It was as if the jade bottle was the natural counter to the three-colored firebirds, easily dealing with them. Great Master Wonji finally breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the jade bottle in the void. However, the jade bottle vibrated and emitted a large amount of Buddhist light again, this time spreading towards the purple sea of fire. It seemed that he intended to contain the Purple Extreme Flame within the jade bottle as well. But then, a calm voice was heard from somewhere. “Explode.” The silver jade bottle, which had been floating casually, suddenly trembled, and the surface of the bottle became bumpy, with thunderous sounds echoing from within. “No!” Great Master Wonji checked the state of the jade bottle with his consciousness and raised his voice. Then, Great Master Wonji kicked off the white lotus beneath his feet and disappeared. Now, only a slowly rotating lotus of several zhang and the Vajra Warrior, bound by fire chains, remained in the void. As the high monk left his position, the small silver bottle exploded with an earth-shattering bang. Three-colored energy burst out from within, and three different colored spells flew out, unexpectedly covering even the white lotus and the phantom of the Vajra Warrior. The phantom of the Vajra Warrior, bound by the fire chains, could not avoid it at all and briefly resisted before disappearing like a bubble. Of course, the white lotus also followed suit, unable to withstand the three-colored flames. About thirty zhang away, a white light flashed, and Great Master Wonji appeared. The moment the phantom of the Vajra Warrior collapsed, his face turned pale, and he spat out blood. His golden skin also darkened, indicating that his vitality had been severely damaged. The phantom of the Vajra Warrior seemed to be closely connected to him, like a natal magic treasure. Han Li, with an expressionless face, urged with a magic seal, and the purple sea of fire transformed into a purple fire serpent about a dozen zhang long, holding the white bead in its mouth and rushing forward. Even before it got close, a gust of cold wind swept through, and the temperature plummeted, freezing everything around them. Then, a white lotus, identical to the previous one, reappeared beneath the monk’s feet, flashing with light and retreating a dozen zhang. “Wait, there’s no need to compete further. I have fully understood Fellow Daoist Han’s strength, and this old monk concedes!” Great Master Wonji finally admitted his defeat. He looked at the shattered silver bottle, unable to hide his regret. The silver bottle was a top-grade Buddhist treasure that he had obtained with great difficulty, and it was too precious to be broken just for a sparring match. Moreover, his opponent did not seem to be using his full strength, and with his vitality damaged, there was no reason to continue. Han Li smiled upon hearing those words and gestured towards the distance. The purple fire serpent stopped abruptly, scattering into purple flames, and the fire chains returned to their original red threads. The two treasures were absorbed into Han Li’s body, disappearing without a trace. After that, Han Li cupped his fist towards the monk and slowly descended. Waiting for him at the entrance of the pavilion were the awestruck gazes of the cultivators. They knew he was a Grand Cultivator, but the fact that he could easily defeat Great Master Wonji was a great shock to everyone, including Pavilion Master Chango. Even the monk Yeomjuk now looked at Han Li with different eyes. “Watching the two of you spar has made me feel like my insight has deepened. I hope that one day I will reach such a level! In any case, Fellow Daoist Han has won, so I will keep my promise on behalf of this pavilion. I will immediately send a disciple to bring the secret technique for refining the Mustard Seed Space.” Pavilion Master Chango, without any sign of disappointment, spoke first, confirming that he would hand over the Mustard Seed Space refining method. “Pavilion Master Chango, please do so.” Han Li replied with a smile. Chango took out a spiritual token from his robes and handed it to a Core Formation stage cultivator standing beside him, giving him instructions. The Core Formation stage cultivator, who received the spiritual token with both hands, quickly kicked off the ground and flew away. In this space, besides the giant Heavenly Secrets Pavilion floating in the void, there were various other pavilions, but perhaps because they had been given prior instructions, no one was looking out. The person who flew away with the spiritual token must have gone towards one of those pavilions. At that moment, Great Master Wonji gathered his energy in the void for a moment and then descended, taking a bright red pill. “Great Master Wonji, are you alright?” Han Li asked about his well-being. “I’m fine. I just need to recuperate for a few months after taking this pill. But the feather fan in Fellow Daoist Han’s possession doesn’t seem like an ordinary treasure. The Arhat Golden Body could withstand attacks from top-grade treasures, but it was defeated as soon as that fan was slightly waved. It doesn’t seem to be a true spirit treasure, perhaps a replica of a spirit treasure? With that fan alone, there would be hardly anyone in the Human Realm who could contend with you.” The Grand Cultivator of the Thunder Sound Sect smiled at Han Li.