92: My Godly Father (Twenty-Three)

"Uncle Cripple, where are we going?"

Quan Yun finally couldn't help but ask.

The Cripple didn't look back; he just took a swig of wine, his voice drifting back lazily.

"Home."

"Home?"

Quan Yun was stunned.

The Cripple didn't stop, taking another swig of wine.

"A home I haven't been back to for many years."

His tone carried complex emotions that Quan Yun couldn't understand.

Several months later, the two of them crossed more than half of the Tiangeng Continent and arrived before a majestic mountain range.

The Spiritual Qi here was abundant, surrounded by auspicious mists. The mountain gate towered high, with four large characters engraved on an ancient stone tablet: "Cangjian Blessed Land."

"We're here."

The Cripple stood before the mountain gate, silent for a long time.

This place was once the top sword cultivation blessed land in the Eastern Region, a place of longing for countless Sword Cultivators.

And he was once its master.

A Sword Cultivator at the Peak of the True God Realm, Li Fentian.

Quan Yun looked at his back, understanding dawned in his heart. This must be Uncle Cripple's Sect; he just didn't know why it had chosen to live in seclusion.

The Cripple, or rather Li Fentian, led Quan Yun into the Sect.

His return alarmed several Elders who remained there.

When they saw that familiar yet strange crippled figure, they all broke into tears and knelt on the ground in excitement.

"We welcome the Sect Master's return!"

Li Fentian didn't say much, only pushing Quan Yun in front of them.

"From today onwards, he is the Sword Seed of my Cangjian Blessed Land."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried absolute authority.

The Elders were all Guiyi Realm powerhouses, their Auras as deep as abysses, yet their eyes still held a hint of confusion as they looked at Quan Yun. Even so, they immediately obeyed the command.

"We obey the Sect Master's command!"

Li Fentian looked around and said in a deep voice, "From now on, anyone in the Sect who is dissatisfied may spar with the Sword Seed, provided their cultivation is suppressed below the Spirit King Realm."

"Whoever defeats him shall be the new Sword Seed."

...A month later, Quan Yun swept through Cangjian Blessed Land, invincible among those of the same rank.

Li Fentian looked into the distance and spoke slowly.

"The first stop... let's start with those Grotto-Heavens of the Tiangeng Continent."

...Three days later.

In front of the mountain gate of Liuyun Grotto-Heaven.

A cripple led a youth, blocking the mountain gate.

"Quan Yun of Cangjian Blessed Land, here to seek guidance."

The youth's voice was cold and clear, spreading throughout the entire Liuyun Grotto-Heaven.

"Cangjian Blessed Land? Isn't that a blessed land that declined long ago?"

"A cripple and a Mortal Body? They dare to come and block the gate of my Liuyun Grotto-Heaven? What a joke!"

Liuyun Grotto-Heaven didn't take them seriously at all, sending out only a Disciple who had just entered the Spirit Transformation Realm to deal with them.

That Disciple was full of arrogance, looking at Quan Yun as if he were a clown.

"A mere Mortal Body thinks he's worthy of learning the sword? Scram!"

Quan Yun didn't speak.

He simply drew that ordinary wooden sword.

Then, he struck with a single sword slash.

There was no Sword Qi, no spiritual light.

It was just a plain, ordinary slash.

The next moment, the arrogance on that Disciple's face froze. He fell straight back, a gash appearing on the clothes at his chest as he fainted away.

If Quan Yun hadn't shown mercy, this single strike would have been enough to cut him in half.

One strike.

Just one strike.

"Next."

Quan Yun spoke coldly... Over the next few months, similar scenes played out repeatedly across the major Grotto-Heavens and Sects of the Tiangeng Continent.

"Have you heard? That youth named Quan Yun went to challenge the mountain gate of Haoran Grotto-Heaven today!"

"That's not all! The head Disciple of Haoran Grotto-Heaven, a Prodigy with a Celestial Body, was defeated by him in a single strike while in the Spirit Transformation Realm!"

"For real? A Mortal Body is that fierce?"

"It's absolutely true! It's said that every time he attacks, he only uses one move—'Slash'! It's direct and simple, but no one can block it!"

As Quan Yun defeated more and more Prodigies, his fame grew louder and louder.

From the initial labels of "madman" and "fool," he gradually became known as the "Sword-Obsessed Youth."

The major Grotto-Heavens went from disdain to taking him seriously.

They sent out their strongest Prodigies; geniuses with Celestial Bodies appeared one after another.

The result, without exception...

...was that they all fell before Quan Yun's unremarkable sword.

A Mortal Body, with one sword, defeated all the Grotto-Heaven Prodigies of the Tiangeng Continent.

This preposterous news quickly swept across the entire Tiangeng Continent.

While the fame of the "Sword-Obsessed Youth" Quan Yun was growing, another even bloodier and more terrifying piece of news was quietly circulating among the high-levels of the Eastern Region.

"Soul Control Blessed Land... is gone."

"It was crushed single-handedly by that madman Quan Batian! Even their Old Ancestor in the Heavenly God Realm was beaten to an explosion!"

"Quan Batian? You mean that ruthless man who recently trampled over Wenxing Grotto-Heaven and Xuanji Grotto-Heaven?"

"This man acts with overbearing dominance. It's said that several blessed lands have been severely damaged by him, their legacies declining. Because of his ruthless methods and the fact that he's hard-pressed to find a rival in the God Realm, the Cultivators of the Eastern Region privately call him... God-King Quan!"

Quan Yun naturally heard some of this news as well.

Quan Batian.

God-King Quan.

His heart stirred as he remembered the man from deep in his memories, the one who held him while covered in blood.

Could it be him?

...When Quan Yun defeated the last Grotto-Heaven genius of the Tiangeng Continent, Li Fentian finally spoke again.

"Within the Grotto-Heavens, you are already invincible."

"It's time to go and see the true Blessed Lands."

A cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Next stop, Yaoguang Blessed Land."

Yaoguang Blessed Land was one of the strongest blessed lands in the Tiangeng Continent, with deep foundations and many powerful experts within the Sect.

When Li Fentian brought Quan Yun to the mountain gate, the Elders of Yaoguang Blessed Land had already been waiting for a long time.

They had heard of Quan Yun's reputation, but their innate arrogance made them refuse to believe that a Mortal Body could be so strong.

"Li Fentian, your Cangjian Blessed Land has been in seclusion and gone without a trace for years. Instead of staying hidden in the deep mountains, you dare to bring a Mortal to run wild at my Yaoguang Blessed Land?"

An Elder shouted a rebuke.

Li Fentian didn't bother to pay him any mind, only saying to Quan Yun:

"Go."

Quan Yun nodded and stepped forward.

"Quan Yun of Cangjian Blessed Land, here to block the gate."

"Arrogant!"

The first Disciple sent by Yaoguang Blessed Land was a Spirit Body Disciple at the Seventh Level of Spirit Transformation Realm, holding a spiritual sword with crisscrossing Sword Qi.

Quan Yun struck once.

The person was sent flying.

The second one was at the Ninth Level of Spirit Transformation Realm with a Dao Body.

Quan Yun still used only one strike.

The sword broke, and the person fainted.

After several consecutive losses, the expressions of the Yaoguang Blessed Land Elders finally changed.

They realized that this youth was unnervingly strong.

Quan Yun stood with his sword, his gaze sweeping over the grim-faced Elders, his voice calm and clear.

"Below the Spirit King Realm, I am invincible."

He paused and added a sentence.

"Against a Spirit King, I can also fight."

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

A Mortal Body in the Spirit Transformation Realm actually dared to speak such wild words, saying he could fight a Spirit King?

The Disciples of Yaoguang Blessed Land were agitated, and the Elders were even more infuriated.

"You ignorant boy!"

"Let this Elder teach you what true Spirit King power is!"

A Guiyi Realm Elder roared, intending to suppress his cultivation to the Spirit King Realm to take action.

Just then, a flat but majestic voice came from deep within the Blessed Land.

"There is no need for an Elder to act."

As the voice fell, a figure slowly stepped out from within the mountain gate.

It was a youth of similar age to Quan Yun.

He wore magnificent silk robes, had a handsome face, and was surrounded by naturally flowing spiritual light. With every step he took, it seemed as if Dao rhymes followed beneath his feet.

A powerful Aura far exceeding the Spirit Transformation Realm spread out.

The Spirit King Realm!

What was even more shocking was that every inch of his skin and every strand of his hair contained brilliance, exuding an innate nobility and strength.

God Body!

This was a young Spirit King who possessed a God Body!