Chapter 130: The Name of the Heavenly Saint, the Command of the Yellow-Rank Sword Lord

Fang Wang did not immediately retract the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands, letting it hang high in the air to awe the sects of the seven dynasties.

He turned to look at the physical body of the Carefree Immortal. Under the scorching heat of the Profound Yang True Fire, the corpse finally began to melt away.

"Is that your Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit? Are you a dual-destiny Treasure Spirit wielder?" Xu Qiuming asked, looking up at the sky, unable to suppress his curiosity.

The majestic Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands was truly too shocking. No matter how many times Xu Qiuming looked at it, he felt overwhelmed by its brilliance. He had never seen such a massive Treasure Spirit in his life!

Fang Wang smiled. "That's right."

He possessed many Treasure Spirits, so exposing two of them didn't matter; it only served to bolster his intimidation.

Xu Qiuming fell silent. A dual-destiny Heavenly Origin?

A moment later, Xiao Zi flew over with the emperors of the seven dynasties. After landing, they stared at the still-burning corpse of the Carefree Immortal in silence, mostly because they did not know what to say. This battle had completely overturned their imagination. To them, the Carefree Immortal had been an existence akin to a terrestrial deity, yet such a powerful being had been beaten to death by Fang Wang with a single punch. They had fantasized that Fang Wang might win, but they had never expected him to win so easily. Reflecting on the battle, they were left with only one feeling: the two combatants were not even on the same level!

At this moment, the members of the Taiyuan Sect arrived, followed by other sects. Zhao Chuanqian landed beside Fang Wang and was about to ask a question, but when his gaze fell upon the burning object nearby, he seemed to sense something and couldn't help but ask, "What about the Carefree Immortal?"

Fang Wang replied, "As you can see."

Zhao Chuanqian was moved, and the others looked toward the fire. Being cultivators, they naturally heard Fang Wang's words.

"Is that the old devil, the Carefree Immortal?"
"Tsk tsk, look at what Brother Fang is holding."
"Brother Fang is truly formidable, but what is that thing in the sky?"
"I told you long ago that the old devil was no match for Brother Fang."
"Although we didn't participate in this great battle, witnessing that display makes this trip worthwhile."

The Taiyuan Sect disciples chattered, their eyes unable to tear themselves away from the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands in the sky.

More and more sects arrived to retrieve their respective emperors. The leaders of these sects came forward to pay their respects to Fang Wang. Fang Wang did not respond with enthusiasm, merely nodding to each, yet none of the sects felt offended; on the contrary, they were deeply excited.

The Haoqi Sect also arrived, but Daoist Ya did not dare to get close. When Fang Wang’s gaze swept over him, he hurriedly bowed from afar.

Once the Carefree Immortal’s body was completely incinerated, Fang Wang tossed the head to Zhao Qi and said, "Hang it on the walls of the Imperial City as a warning to the world."

Zhao Qi hurriedly caught it. Without waiting for him to speak, Fang Wang looked at Zhao Chuanqian and said, "I am heading back now."

With so many sects gathered here, it would likely take a while for them to disperse, and he preferred to leave first. Zhao Chuanqian nodded, having no objections.

Fang Wang leapt up and landed on the head of the snake, Xiao Zi. In full view of everyone, he raised his right hand, and the massive, sky-obscuring Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands rapidly shrank, falling into his palm. Many cultivators watched this scene, dumbstruck. Could this seal truly be Fang Wang’s Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit?

Xiao Zi sped away, quickly vanishing into the wind and snow.

An elder from the Xuanhong Sword Sect sighed with emotion, "I suddenly feel that the title of 'Sword Saint' is no longer enough to describe his strength; he has already surpassed the Sword Saint of old."

As soon as this was said, it received the agreement of many cultivators.

Although they had not witnessed exactly how the Carefree Immortal died, they had seen the scene of the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands breaking the formation with absolute clarity. The younger generation looked in the direction Fang Wang had departed with eyes full of reverence, including Xu Qiuming, Fang Hanyu, and Ye Xiang. Even Xu Guang, who had been humiliated by Fang Wang before, wore a similar expression. Xu Guang had indeed hated Fang Wang, but today’s battle had left him utterly unable to harbor such feelings; in his heart, there was only boundless admiration.

...

The next morning, Fang Wang returned to his cave dwelling at the Taiyuan Sect. He sat cross-legged on a white jade bed and took out the Carefree Immortal’s bracelet to begin refining it.

An hour later, Fang Wang broke the restrictions on the bracelet, revealing a hoard of spirit stones, spirit energy pills, rare treasures, and materials for forging weapons inside. A massive fortune!

Fang Wang dumped everything inside into his Dragon Jade Ring in one go and then destroyed the bracelet. He feared that the Carefree Immortal might have others behind him, so it was better to be thorough.

Xiao Zi lay on the table and asked curiously, "Young Master, is it time to head south now?"

Fang Wang stretched his neck and said, "Let's wait for Hanyu. There is no rush."

Having reached the first level of the Du Xu Realm, he should indeed head overseas to pursue a higher realm. Xiao Zi stopped asking and crawled into the water pool to begin its cultivation. After witnessing yesterday’s battle, its heart was surging, and it wanted to train diligently.

Seven days later, the five thousand disciples of the Taiyuan Sect finally returned, bringing with them the news that the Carefree Immortal had been slain by Fang Wang, causing a sensation throughout the entire sect.

Fang Hanyu came to visit Fang Wang and informed him that he had some matters to attend to, asking Fang Wang to wait for him for half a year. Fang Wang naturally had no objections.

In the days that followed, the news of Fang Wang slaying the Carefree Immortal spread across the seven dynasties. The Carefree Immortal’s capture of the seven emperors had made his name known throughout the world, and in a short time, he had been painted as the world’s greatest demon; now, the Carefree Immortal’s name became a stepping stone for Fang Wang.

Every sect in the seven dynasties declared Fang Wang the foremost cultivator of the seven dynasties, claiming that he had slain the Carefree Immortal in a single strike! The emperors had witnessed with their own eyes Fang Wang punching through the Carefree Immortal’s body, causing him to lose his combat ability instantly, so in their eyes, Fang Wang had indeed killed him in one move. The emperors hated the Carefree Immortal deeply and went out of their way to belittle him, which only made the legend of Fang Wang spread even more mystically.

The name of the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands also spread throughout the seven dynasties. Fang Wang had deliberately revealed it to those present at the time, and as he expected, the name of the first Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit in history became a legend in the cultivation world of the seven dynasties.

Fang Wang finally used a title that belonged to him.

Heavenly Saint!

Carrying the Seal of the Heavens, suppressing demons to forge a holy name!

...

Great Chu Dynasty, Haoqi Sect.

In the grand hall, hundreds of cultivators were gathered, including Daoist Ya, Xu Guang, and Yang Jin'er. Yang Jin'er gazed at the man in golden robes on the dais, her eyes full of suspicion. Xu Guang was describing the battle between Fang Wang and the Carefree Immortal. Although the combat process had been brief, Xu Guang specifically described the power of the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands, which moved everyone present.

The man in golden robes had his right hand on his abdomen and his left hand behind his waist; from start to finish, his expression remained calm.

After Xu Guang finished speaking, he said in a deep voice, "Sect Master, we must not provoke Fang Wang. Doing so would bring the threat of annihilation to the Haoqi Sect!"

Daoist Ya and the other elders and disciples who had been to the Heavenly Peak Mountain nodded in agreement. Recalling the state of the battle, they still felt a lingering fear. Only by personally feeling the aura of Fang Wang and the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands could one know how terrifying Fang Wang was.

They would not dare to be enemies with Fang Wang; if the Sect Master were to force the issue, they would rather leave the sect.

The man in golden robes took in the expressions of everyone in the hall and slowly said, "Having killed someone at the fourth level of the Golden Body Realm, Fang Wang is indeed powerful and must not be provoked. From this day forward, no one is to inquire about Fang Wang or the Taiyuan Sect. The Haoqi Sect shall strive to maintain friendly relations with the Taiyuan Sect."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.

At this moment, an elder stepped forward and asked, "May I ask, Sect Master, do you know the Carefree Immortal?"

The hall went silent instantly. The man in golden robes had previously said that someone would destroy the Great Qi and the Taiyuan Sect, and then the Carefree Immortal had appeared out of nowhere; this could not be a coincidence. The Haoqi Sect was a righteous sect of Great Chu and a protector of the dynasty; the capture of the emperor had brought shame upon the Haoqi Sect, leaving them feeling aggrieved. They had already been dissatisfied with this recently appointed Sect Master, and now someone could no longer hold back.

The man in golden robes did not panic at all and asked with a smile, "If I say I don't know him, would you believe me?"

The elder who questioned him said in a deep voice, "The Haoqi Sect is a renowned righteous sect. We may use some means in the struggles between dynasties, but we must never go against the greater cause or harm the Great Chu!"

With someone taking the lead, more and more people stepped out to rebuke the man in golden robes. The man in golden robes remained calm and said softly, "Have you all forgotten? The reason for dealing with Fang Wang was that you suspected Liang Xunqiu died at his hands."

An elder said righteously, "Even so, we cannot collude with demonic outsiders!"

These words made the others, who had been feeling guilty, sound righteous once more. The man in golden robes remained composed, though his left hand behind his waist had clenched into a fist.

Just then, a strong wind swept into the hall, startling everyone into turning their heads. They saw an old man with white hair and white robes appear out of thin air in the hall. He was tall, holding a horsetail whisk, with a long beard reaching his abdomen, possessing the image of a celestial being.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

Daoist Ya knelt down hurriedly, and as he knelt, everyone else followed suit. One must know that Daoist Ya was a Supreme Elder; what kind of seniority must someone have to be called an ancestor by a Supreme Elder?

The white-robed old man ignored the juniors around him and set his gaze on the man in golden robes. "Are you Ji Rutian?"

The man in golden robes narrowed his eyes. "I didn't expect the Haoqi Sect to harbor someone like you. Why haven't I seen you before?"

The white-robed old man raised his left hand, and a token appeared in his palm with two characters carved upon it: *Chang Sheng* (Longevity).

The old man said, "On the orders of the Yellow-ranked Sword Monarch of the Longevity Pavilion, the Haoqi Sect is responsible for investigating the whereabouts of Ji Rutian. Junior, you have offended the Longevity Pavilion and joined the Haoqi Sect; what exactly is your goal?"

Ji Rutian raised an eyebrow. "Longevity Pavilion? What is the relationship between the Haoqi Sect and the Longevity Pavilion overseas?"

The other Haoqi Sect cultivators were also confused, as they had never heard of the Longevity Pavilion. After all, heading south to the sea had only become a trend in recent years, and few who left ever returned.

The white-robed old man replied, "The reason the Haoqi Sect could be established was through the support of the Longevity Pavilion. This layer of connection is only known to sect masters after they step down."

"Since the Yellow-ranked Sword Monarch wishes to investigate you, I shall simply capture you. This will also prevent you from leading the Haoqi Sect down the wrong path."

Ji Rutian laughed. He raised his hand to rub his brow and sighed helplessly. "Longevity Pavilion, Yellow-ranked Sword Monarch—it all sounds like trouble. Fine, I only intended to use you for a time anyway."

His smile vanished, and his expression turned cold. Looking down at the white-robed old man from his position on the dais, he said, "Old man, do you think you have the ability to capture me? Who do you think you are facing?"