Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 1138 - 499: Seeing Is Believing, Passing with Ease

Chapter 1138: Chapter 499: Seeing Is Believing, Passing with Ease

In the light screen, Mu Qingyan was still speaking eloquently, but Yuanshi and Tongtian had long lost interest.

Tongtian glared at Zheng Fa, seemingly unconvinced, and challenged, "So many kinds of Magic Artifacts and Cultivation Techniques, they sound impressive, but who knows the truth of it?"

Zheng Fa looked towards Lady Nuwa.

Lady Nuwa nodded gently and smiled, "After all, we haven’t seen it with our own eyes."

Zheng Fa asked Tongtian, "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, how would you verify it?"

"Simple!" Tongtian pointed to a woman seated below him, "You claim the Human Clan surpasses these Innate Spirits, but words alone aren’t proof. Why not let my disciple put it to the test?"

He flicked his finger, scattering a few points of blue starlight that landed on the woman’s head, and her expression suddenly became much more lively.

She looked at Zheng Fa, eager and ready to vindicate her fellow disciples.

What surprised Zheng Fa a bit was that the aura from this woman was that of an Independent Immortal.

"Although you have yet to achieve Dao Fruit," Tongtian seemed to have noticed his surprise, "you do have the strength of an Independent Immortal. My disciple’s cultivation was originally higher than yours, but won’t take advantage over you."

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, your esteemed name?"

"I am the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother under my Master’s tutelage!" Her voice was crisp and sweet.

Turtle Spirit Saint Mother?

Zheng Fa knew her name well, having even joked about it before. Though the name seemed a bit plain, this woman, being Tongtian’s true disciple, was not to be underestimated in strength.

He was not afraid; he’d fought those at the Loose Immortal Rank before.

Zheng Fa was about to speak when Yuanshi suddenly spoke up, "The Turtle Spirit alone may not suffice. Why not let Huang Long join in the fun as well?"

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Yuanshi Taoist’s gaze turned, and a middle-aged man in a yellow robe stepped forward, moving with the grace of a dragon and a tiger, and saluted Zheng Fa.

This was presumably Huang Long True Man, with an aura indicative of the Loose Immortal Rank.

"Big Brother?" Yuanshi, sensing something was missing, looked to the Supreme.

The Supreme Taoist shook his head gently, saying softly, "I have no disciples. Do you expect me to take the field myself?"

Zhunti thought for a moment, looked to the right, and called out, "Ksitigarbha! Come look for guidance from the fellow Daoist."

A handsome young monk, hearing the command, stood from his seat, walked to Zheng Fa’s right, and salutated with curiosity.

Looking at the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother and the others, and then at the expressionless Six Saints, Zheng Fa finally understood: this was probably a long-prepared test.

As the sole member of the Human Clan present, since the Creation Taoist and others couldn’t come in, verifying the strength of the Human Clan naturally fell to him.

On the other hand, he was the only one with the potential to seize this opportunity.

Ultimately, proving one’s mettle was the most straightforward evidence.

Seeing he understood, Yuanshi smiled and said, "Their cultivation surpasses yours, and their combat power far exceeds an Independent Immortal, even when at the same realm. We naturally won’t take advantage of you by ganging up."

"Three moves," Tongtian added, "if you aren’t defeated in three moves, you pass this third test."

It was clear the criteria weren’t strict, even lenient for Zheng Fa—after all, with his Innate Divine Abilities, surviving three moves wasn’t difficult.

Moreover, these three were likely not the strongest among the three sects.

Yuanshi and others clearly wanted to test his caliber.

However...

Zheng Fa pondered for a moment and said, "I have the Positive and Negative Five-Colored Divine Light, Great Sun True Fire, Rainbow Transformation Skills, and Sleeve Universe, among other Divine Skills."

The Five Saints watched him, unsure why he was mentioning this, but Zheng Fa continued, "These Divine Skills are bestowed by the Heavenly Dao and are not something ordinary humans can learn."

Tongtian seemed to understand, raising an eyebrow and asking, "Are you saying you plan not to use them?"

"With the three of you restraining your cultivation, what does it matter if I forego some Divine Skills?" Zheng Fa looked at the three, his eyes bright, "One Yellow Court Scripture is enough."

Tongtian laughed widely.

But the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother’s expression turned much more serious, even a bit angry, seemingly feeling underestimated by Zheng Fa.

"Please!"

Zheng Fa said to the three.

The Turtle Spirit Saint Mother’s voice turned cold, losing its earlier liveliness: "I will go first!"

The other two stopped in their tracks, showing that as disciples of the Saints, they had their pride.

Above the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother’s head appeared the illusion of a Golden Turtle, larger than the mightiest mountain in Kunlun.

This Golden Turtle raised its front foot and pressed down upon Zheng Fa.

Wind roared in the hall, and disciples of both the Buddhist and Daoist sects left their seats. Shakya looked at the scene and sighed, "Turtle Spirit indeed is a formidable creature of the wilderness; ordinary Magical Treasures probably can’t break her turtle shell."

Tongtian, a bit proud, said, "This unruly disciple just relies on her strength and thick skin, never diligent in cultivation, depending solely on her bloodline."

Yuanshi glanced at him and snorted, "Save your prideful words for later."

While they spoke, Zheng Fa’s body suddenly disappeared amidst the gale!

"Disappeared?"

"Where did he hide?"

The onlooking disciples were confused, but Tongtian widened his eyes and turned to Nuwa, "A Blood-Winged Black Mosquito?"

Nuwa was also surprised, "I just gathered it casually."

Everyone finally saw it. Zheng Fa hadn’t disappeared but had transformed into a mosquito with blood-red wings, a frightening shape. He hadn’t hidden; instead, he charged at the Golden Turtle illusion, heading straight for the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother.

Compared to his minuscule form, the Golden Turtle above the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother was a giant beast, its four feet looking like colossal pillars supporting the heavens.

Yet these seemingly mighty pillars flailed wildly in the air, as if the Golden Turtle was missing four limbs, frantically retreating in panic.