Capítulo 403: Chapter 521 — Clash of Top-Tier Prodigies
Chapter 521 — Clash of Top-Tier Prodigies
With Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying arriving just in ti to eliminate the persistent thorn that was Xiang Zhantian, Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng finally allowed themselves a mont of relief. They found a secluded plateau, away from prying eyes, and settled briefly to recover their breath, sharing quiet words of amusent and camaraderie.
The Fiery-Ice Realm was not a place to linger idly. Opportunities to enter such a mystical domain were rare, and the seasonal window of the realm’s opening imposed strict limits. Even a few days wasted could an missing chances for cultivation-accelerating treasures. After a short respite, they rose and prepared to set off once more.
As before, they traveled separately from Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying to avoid unnecessary attention. The Fang trio led the way, with Mu Ge and Ying following several miles behind. Fang Ying’s extraordinary luck combined with Fang Chen’s unparalleled treasure-sensing abilities made the alliance formidable, capable of uncovering even the rarest of resources in this vast and treacherous realm.
Within a month, their combined efforts yielded multiple precious materials. Each discovery seed to happen with uncanny ease, as if fate itself guided their steps.
Suddenly, Fang Chen’s eyes widened. “Luo-ge, over there—sothing’s shining!”
The trio quickened their pace, their spiritual senses probing ahead even before their feet reached the source. From the distance, the shimring aura of a powerful artifact was unmistakable.
“What… that’s a Seven-Leaf Profound Lotus!” Fang Luo exclaid.
The Seven-Leaf Profound Lotus was not rely a rare herb—it was a legendary saint dicine, known for its miraculous restorative and enhancent properties. Possessing even a single mature bloom could bolster a Saint Realm cultivator’s abilities exponentially. Its value in the cultivation world bordered on priceless.
The Fang trio’s urgency surged. They ascended the towering peak on which the lotus thrived, careful not to reveal themselves imdiately. Directly exposing themselves could provoke unnecessary conflict or alert other powerful contenders.
Indeed, they were not alone. A group of elite cultivators had arrived first, led by Wu Xingyun, the prodigious heir of the Wu royal lineage in Seven Kings City. Wu Xingyun’s presence alone caused lesser cultivators to instinctively retreat, their spirits cowed by his overwhelming aura.
Alongside Wu Xingyun stood five Saint Kings, each emanating a depth of spiritual energy that seed bottomless. Their re presence caused the surrounding cultivators to hesitate, so even withdrawing subtly to avoid confrontation, unwilling to risk provoking a conflict over the immature lotus.
The Seven-Leaf Profound Lotus was yet to fully mature, and Wu Xingyun, aware of its power, had no intention of harvesting it prematurely. Instead, he chose a nearby vantage point, eyes closed in ditation, attuning himself to the aura of the mystical bloom and the subtle energies of the peak.
Gradually, more Saint Realm cultivators arrived, their eyes widening in awe at the sight of the lotus. Yet upon noticing Wu Xingyun, even the boldest felt the weight of caution. Few dared challenge the prodigy of Seven Kings City, and the majority stood at a distance, watching in silence.
Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng, observing from their hidden positions, realized that discretion was no longer necessary. They dispersed slightly, taking strategic positions around the periter, keeping their eyes on the unfolding scene.
At that mont, a distant rumble grew into a deafening roar. “Boom—boom—boom!” The ground trembled, and the very air seed to warp as a majestic figure descended, radiating a commanding presence.
It was Pei Haoran, the heir of the ancient Archaic Family. Only cultivators of exceptional caliber could command such attention, and even Wu Xingyun’s eyes flicked toward him with genuine respect.
“Brother Pei, good to see you unhard,” Wu Xingyun greeted with a formal nod.
“And you, Brother Wu, still radiant as ever,” Pei Haoran replied, returning the courtesy. He selected a secure vantage point, mindful that the lotus was not yet ripe and that too much haste could provoke chaos.
Soon after, Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying arrived from another direction, their pace deliberate, their presence elegantly concealed. Fang Luo had already relayed the situation via jade slip, allowing them to ti their arrival perfectly.
The two newcors’ arrival did not go unnoticed. Wu Xingyun’s eyes narrowed, though Pei Haoran’s gaze glead with battle-hungry anticipation. Both were aware that the maturing lotus could shift the balance of power in this region. For them, neutralizing the Fang siblings before claiming the lotus would solidify their control.
Pei Haoran’s voice cut the tension like steel: “I have long wished to see the prowess of a true immortal body. Fang Saint Disciple, might I request a demonstration?”
Word of Fang Mu Ge’s previous victory over Nie Zhe had spread like wildfire. Nie Zhe, the divine heir of the Nie Clan, was recognized for his unmatched talent, yet Fang Mu Ge had triumphed. Pei Haoran’s curiosity was mingled with the competitive instinct of a top-tier prodigy, eager to gauge this fad immortal’s true ability.
Fang Mu Ge replied calmly, “A demonstration, perhaps. But if you are willing, we can trade blows freely and see whose strength is greater.”
With that, Pei Haoran unleashed a violent aura, his entire being radiating battle intent that resonated across the mountain. Without further hesitation, he lunged forward, initiating combat.
Wu Xingyun, montarily hesitant, felt the montum shifting. He realized that Fang Ying was equally formidable, and the pair’s presence complicated matters. With a faint smile, he addressed her: “Fang Immortal, may I have the honor of exchanging a few techniques?”
Fang Ying inclined her head slightly, serene yet fierce, embodying the aura of a celestial being. She did not waste words; her power spoke for itself. The clash between Wu Xingyun and Fang Ying ignited imdiately, the ground beneath them splintering under the intensity.
In monts, the four top-tier prodigies—Wu Xingyun, Pei Haoran, Fang Mu Ge, and Fang Ying—were locked in a spectacular battle. The combined force of their abilities warped the terrain, sending shards of ice and rock flying like missiles. Energy waves distorted the air, creating shimring patterns that dazzled all observers.
Even Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng, hidden in the crowd, watched intently. They knew that attempting to intervene would be reckless—the combined power of these four prodigies could easily outmatch the Fang trio’s current strength. Yet their hearts swelled with confidence. With training and experience, they would one day reach this level, and perhaps surpass even the likes of Pei Haoran and Wu Xingyun.
The battle was not rely about pride; it was about the Seven-Leaf Profound Lotus. Pei Haoran and Wu Xingyun both knew that once the Fang siblings were neutralized, the path to the lotus would be theirs alone. They were not fighting solely for curiosity—they were fighting for a treasure of imasurable value.
As the clash intensified, the mountain seed alive with the roaring echoes of top-tier Saint Realm energy, every strike capable of altering the landscape. Observers at a safe distance were spellbound, knowing that witnessing such combat was a rare privilege that few in the world could ever experience.
For the Fang trio, this was a lesson in patience and strategy. They watched, studied, and waited, silently marking weaknesses, observing patterns, and noting every tactical maneuver. The world of Saint Realm combat was unforgiving, and one day, they too would stand among the elite, competing on this level.
The peak, once a tranquil place of mystical growth, had beco a theater of raw power, skill, and ambition—a proving ground for the future rulers and prodigies of the Fiery-Ice Realm.
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