Mahayana 99
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Chapter 99: Nuking a Golden Core in One Hit, Did the Immortal Mansion Just Turn into Hell’s Front Door or What?
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Part 1
Knowing they stood no chance against the Golden Core experts present, the righteous-path Foundation Establishment realm cultivators and the wandering cultivators who had any sense poured their vital blood into their jade pendants and quietly took their leave.
Unexpectedly, there were two others who, perhaps confident in their own abilities, took the initiative to challenge Liu Yue.
The two exchanged a glance, drew their magic artefacts, and suddenly attacked Liu Yue together, joining forces in an attempt to defeat him.
But how could a gap in cultivation be erased so easily? Liu Yue didn’t even draw the huge sabre on his back. He merely chopped down with his hand like a blade, releasing a terrifying sabre aura that blasted both of them far into the distance.
After being defeated, the two didn’t hesitate. They activated their jade tokens and left immediately.
Before long, only nine Golden Core realm cultivators and Su Miaoqing remained in the space.
Mo Yu looked at Su Miaoqing and sneered at Xiao Yifeng. “Don’t tell me this fellow Daoist from the Heaven Inquiry Sect intends to bring your junior sister in as well?”
“And why shouldn’t she?” Xiao Yifeng laughed loudly.
“Then let’s see who’s willing to give up their spot for your junior sister. Or are you planning to give up your own spot? What a tender-hearted chap you are—quite the pair you’d make with Lin Xiao. Don’t worry, once we’re inside, I’ll take good care of your junior sister,” Mo Yu roared with laughter.
Xiao Yifeng stared at him, then smiled. “If you die, won’t that free up a spot? I was wondering who to choose, but since you’re volunteering to die, I’ll grant your wish.”
He snorted coldly. “Thousand Swords Art.” At the same time, he crushed the Golden Core sword-qi talisman hidden in his fist. Sword-light erupted over his whole body. By ridiculous luck, he triggered a quadruple resonance—Golden Core sword-qi mixing with the Thousand Swords Art he cast, creating a wild storm of spinning blades.
With that boost, his fake Thousand Swords Art looked almost real. In the whole cultivation world, the Heaven Inquiry Sect’s version was legendary, and strictly within Golden Core realm territory.
Xiao Yifeng didn’t wait another heartbeat. His sword shot out, and sword-qi poured forth like shoals of darting fish. He went straight for Mo Yu and kicked the fight off.
Mo Yu burst out laughing in fury. “Oh, brilliant. I leave you alone for five minutes and you come start trouble with me? You think I’m a pushover?”
A cold glow rose on his hands, shaping into claws that slapped away each incoming blade. Then he stepped forward like a streak of light, leaving only a ghostly afterimage.
His body flickered like a ghost, popping up behind Xiao Yifeng without a sound. Xiao Yifeng didn’t react at all. Mo Yu’s hand glimmered with cold light as he swung at the back of Xiao Yifeng’s head, as if trying to replay the brutal scene from earlier. The sight made Su Miaoqing’s heart skip a beat.
But the instant his palm neared Xiao Yifeng’s skull, Mo Yu’s instincts screamed. No way. With the strength of a true disciple of the Heaven Inquiry Sect, there was no universe where Xiao Yifeng would let him get this close for nothing.
Still, the impossible happened. He didn’t have time to think; he just pressed harder, channelling everything he had and striking with full force.
It felt like he’d slapped an iron wall. Then—a dragon’s roar—golden light blasted from Xiao Yifeng.
Everyone around felt a colossal aura rise like a tidal wave, then crash and vanish just as quickly. When they snapped back to themselves—
Mo Yu stared down at the gaping hole in his chest in utter disbelief. He’d been pierced clean through by the golden light erupting from Xiao Yifeng’s body.
He opened his mouth painfully, as if wanting to say something, but Xiao Yifeng gave him no such chance. Turning back, he drove his sword cleanly into Mo Yu’s body, precisely knocking his Golden Core out before casually catching it in his hand.
“You’ve really got a death wish,” Xiao Yifeng scoffed. “Do you think I’ll give you a chance to mess with my junior sister?” Fire roared up his blade, and Mo Yu was burned to ashes on the spot.
All that remained was a storage ring, which Xiao Yifeng flicked up into his hand. He slipped it on as if nothing had happened, then drifted back to Su Miaoqing’s side and gave her a gentle smile.
Su Miaoqing was left stunned, having no clue what had just unfolded. But she quickly connected the dots; it had to be the Coiling Dragon jade pendant acting on its own to protect its master.
Xiao Yifeng had baited the man into striking first, deliberately triggering the pendant’s Nascent Soul-level defence, which obliterated him on the spot. His mighty “Thousand Swords Art” was probably just for show.
The others, unaware of the real trick at play, could only reassess their opinion of Xiao Yifeng’s strength.
Instantly killing Mo Yu… That level of power put him at the very top of the Golden Core realm, at least mid-stage Golden Core realm.
Riding the momentum of having just killed Mo Yu, Xiao Yifeng spoke with casual ease: “Only nine of us left now, we can enter the Immortal Palace, right?”
His voice had barely faded when the mysterious voice rang out again: “Nine remain. The conditions to open the Immortal Palace are met.”
The jade pendants rose from everyone’s hands and hovered in the air. Nine golden beams burst forth from them, striking the Immortal Gate.
The gate changed at once. What had been a serene, mist-filled entrance began oozing blood, its surface turning pitch-black.
The words “Samsara Immortal Palace” twisted into the blood-red characters “Gate of the Dead”. The statues on either side warped into hideous ox-head and horse-face guardians.
The pitch-black gate opened without a hitch, revealing a gently spinning blue vortex inside. A vast, oppressive aura streamed out, like a black hole ready to swallow the world.
A strange, ominous dread settled over the group. The gate felt less like an entrance and more like a devouring void. For a time, no one dared to make the first move.
Finally, the Old Demon King broke the silence with a loud laugh: “Well, if none of you are going, I’ll go first. Whatever treasures are in there will be mine. Enough of this ghostly nonsense. Let’s see what’s actually behind it.” He turned into a streak of light and shot into the gate.
The others, seeing this, shed their hesitation. Golden Core realm cultivators were anything but timid. After activating a few protective artefacts, they entered one after another.
Soon, only Xiao Yifeng and Su Miaoqing remained before the gate.
Once the others had gone inside, Xiao Yifeng handed the Coiling Dragon jade pendant back to Su Miaoqing.
“Xiaofeng, if you give this to me, what about you? Take it back,” she said, trying to push it into his hands again.
“We agreed that once we were in here, you’d listen to me. Why do you keep going against that? I’m giving it to you for a reason.”
Pretending to be annoyed, he shoved it back into her hand. “Besides, I’ve still got plenty of talismans. And remember this, Senior Sister: immortal mansions almost always have illusions. Whatever you see is fake. Don’t let them fool you. Alright, let’s go. We didn’t go through all that trouble just to throw our chance away.”
He grabbed her hand, and the two of them flew through the gate, disappearing in an instant.
A soft, gentle singing drifted past Xiao Yifeng’s ear, and before he could react, he slipped helplessly into sleep.