I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 166Book 2: : What Are You Waiting For

Vol 2 Chapter 166 What Are You Waiting For

As Senior Sister Zhang shouted softly, the nine peaks below rose straight from the ground, circling around her. With the help of the spiritual energy circuits in the void, the two seemed to merge into one.

“Jiushan Sect has a Soul Formation cultivator?”

Ancestor of the Blood River’s expression changed drastically. At this point, he couldn’t care less about the Holy Ancestor’s orders.

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The flying sword in front of him flashed across the void in an instant, stabbing toward Senior Sister Zhang, but was blocked by the spiritual energy surrounding the nine peaks—it actually felt like an even match.

Seeing this, the expression on Ancestor of the Blood River's face grew even darker.

With a wave of his hand, two flying swords returned at once, a sign of caution.

...

“You really awakened the main body?”

On the surface of the Ninth Peak’s mountainside, a face appeared.

The face looked very much like Senior Sister Zhang, but the tone of voice was that of the Jiushan Ancestor.

Clearly, the earlier strike from Ancestor of the Blood River had severely injured him—he was only barely holding on using the mountain itself.

“No... the Ancestor had already become one with the Dao,” Senior Sister Zhang said softly with a sigh.

“Then what ancestor are you invoking?”

“...”

“Me?”

Senior Sister Zhang nodded.

“What? I only lent you a face, and you want me to fight a Soul Formation cultivator?”

Given how urgent things were, Senior Sister Zhang had no time to explain. She simply said, “Forgive me!”

Spiritual circuits intertwined all over her body. From the back mountain, four True Form Talismans of Mountains and Rivers burst through the mountain, soaring into the sky and illuminating all directions.

The spiritual energy circuits within seemed to come alive.

Various talismans flew out from the True Form Talismans, then descended onto the nine peaks below, before returning into Senior Sister Zhang’s body.

The three parts seemed to faintly merge into one.

The face on the mountainside disappeared again.

...

As Senior Sister Zhang, the True Form Talismans, and the Jiushan peaks fused into one,

gold and red radiance inexplicably spread across the sky for three thousand miles around.

Seeing this phenomenon,

Great Sage Qingyun slowly turned his head and looked at Zhenren Tongming beside him. “Did someone from Jiushan Sect advance to Soul Formation?”

“I checked the status of Jiushan’s ancestor before—no way...” Zhenren Tongming frowned deeply, confused. “That ancestor stumbled onto the path of Soul Formation by accident, but his main body was too unusual, too deeply entangled with karma in this world—he already became one with the Dao.”

“Then what’s causing this phenomenon?”

The two exchanged a glance and simply flew toward Jiushan Sect.

Ancestor of the Blood River was still watching Senior Sister Zhang, frowning.

“Soul Formation? No... it’s an anomalous path to ascension that failed...”

“You, at the early stage of Nascent Soul, actually used your body to replace the obliterated original self?”

“Zhang Wuyi... Zhang Wuyi.”

Ancestor of the Blood River sighed. “No wonder the Holy Ancestor values you so much...”

Zhenren Tongming and Great Sage Qingyun, who had just arrived, exchanged shocked looks. Their faces said only one thing—

This is something an early-stage Nascent Soul could pull off?

...

But Senior Sister Zhang ignored whatever he was saying and turned to Zhenren Tongming.

Zhenren Tongming immediately understood what she meant—they were going to team up!

As he focused on her aura more closely, he found she was even stronger than him by a fair margin.

Especially the rich spiritual energy within the spiritual veins of these Jiushan peaks—it made his eyelids twitch.

He turned his thoughts, and the treasured mirror reappeared. This time, its blue light shone three times brighter than before. Beams of light in the form of talismans shot out from it, rushing toward Ancestor of the Blood River.

The moment Zhenren Tongming moved, Senior Sister Zhang raised her hand. The nine towering peaks around her suddenly gathered tightly together.

The True Form Talisman of Mountains and Rivers plunged into the tallest peak among them and fused with the mountaintop again, shining on the mountainside.

Senior Sister Zhang pressed her delicate hand down.

The peaks seemed to respond to a command, slamming toward Ancestor of the Blood River.

In that moment, mighty peaks flew at him from the front.

And from behind came the attack of Zhenren Tongming.

Yet he didn’t panic. His two flying swords struck—one forward, one back—intercepting both the mountains and the treasure light, blocking them successfully.

But suddenly, his face contorted in pain, twisted with agony.

“Fierce technique, Fellow Daoist Zhang! Again!”

Zhenren Tongming saw a chance for victory and shouted, ready to strike once more.

Great Sage Qingyun looked completely shocked.

He had seen it clearly—before, Zhenren Tongming had barely managed to fend off a single flying sword. Now, teaming up with Zhang Wuyi, they had dealt Ancestor of the Blood River a heavy blow.

Which meant—

Zhang Wuyi was even stronger than Zhenren Tongming?

Thinking back to how Zhang Wuyi had only been at early-stage Nascent Soul, and now somehow exceeded an old Soul Formation cultivator through unknown means...

That kind of talent...

Unheard of!

Now, at last, he understood—just like Ancestor of the Blood River—why the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor valued Zhang Wuyi so highly.

“Qingyun! What are you still standing there for?”

Unexpectedly, Ancestor of the Blood River shouted at him.

He glared at Great Sage Qingyun, clearly growing impatient.

“The Holy Ancestor’s deal with you was to keep Zhenren Tongming in check!”

“I did. I nearly talked him into leaving.” Great Sage Qingyun replied. “You’re the one who provoked him again...”

“...”

Ancestor of the Blood River’s expression shifted several times.

Great Sage Qingyun was clearly a bit annoyed.

After all, he had spent quite a bit of effort, even managing to take the Hundred Immortals Alliance without a fight.

And now Ancestor of the Blood River had to go and mess it up by attacking Zhenren Tongming...

And what, he’s not allowed to fight back?

Senior Sister Zhang and Zhenren Tongming stood off to the side, watching.

Seeing that the two didn’t seem to be on the same page, Zhenren Tongming’s eyes gleamed as he said, “Fellow Daoist Qingyun, now you see for yourself—

the foundation of the Immortal Sects is beyond your imagination...”

Great Sage Qingyun stayed silent.

Those words hit home.

Jiushan Sect had always been low-key, not even worth his attention.

And now, suddenly, a Soul Formation cultivator pops up...

It’s terrifying... inhuman.

“It's not too late to turn back now...”

Senior Sister Zhang didn’t reply.

At this point, she could see it clearly—this Great Sage Qingyun was a man of many thoughts...

But to be honest, she didn’t have much faith in Zhenren Tongming.

“Qingyun!” Ancestor of the Blood River suddenly snorted, “That day, the seven Great Sages of your demon race formed an alliance with our Holy Sect... are you backing out now?”

Great Sage Qingyun’s expression flickered. Clearly, the title “Seven Great Sages” mattered more to him than even the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor.

After a moment of thought, he suddenly sighed, transformed into a Golden-Winged Roc, and flew toward Zhenren Tongming.

Zhenren Tongming raised a hand, recalled his treasured mirror, and clashed with him.

Ancestor of the Blood River smiled, turned around, and the two flying swords in his hand aligned with his qi flow, their power now twice as strong as before.

“Zhang Wuyi... the Holy Ancestor values talent. If you surrender now, I’ll spare your life.”

Obviously, even though he’d suffered a setback earlier, with Zhenren Tongming out of the picture, he was confident he could take down Senior Sister Zhang.

Senior Sister Zhang said nothing. The nine peaks before her continued shifting and gathering, showing no sign of backing down.

...

Ancestor of the Blood River frowned, looking genuinely troubled. “I don’t know what method you used to wield Soul Formation-level power at the early Nascent Soul stage...”

“Your talent is something even I have to admire.”

“But right now, you’re like a three-year-old swinging a giant hammer... how long do you think you can keep it up?”

Hearing this, Zhenren Tongming couldn’t help but glance back. Only then did he notice that the spiritual circuits across Zhang Wuyi’s body seemed to be faltering.

And looking at her expression—saying nothing, just gritting her teeth—

he realized that Ancestor of the Blood River wasn’t bluffing.

Wielding power beyond your limits always comes with a price.

Below, the Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang exchanged a glance, their faces full of concern.

But at this point, they couldn’t help at all.

Suddenly, the Sect Master’s eyes lit up. He sent a voice transmission to Senior Sister Zhang: “Junior Niece Zhang, you could take the nine peaks and leave now.”

Originally, they had only returned for Jiushan Sect’s spiritual veins.

But seeing her current state, it seemed she could actually transport the nine mountains.

So why keep fighting here?

Unexpectedly, Senior Sister Zhang gently shook her head, seeming to reject his suggestion.

The Sect Master was full of confusion.

Seeing her shake her head, Ancestor of the Blood River took it as a rejection of his offer as well.

He shook his head and said, “Stubborn fool... don’t blame me, then!”

As he finished speaking, his two flying swords shot out side by side, their qi flows merging into two beams—one red, one black—striking the nine peaks.

Unlike before, the True Form Talisman at the mountaintop flickered rapidly, as if it couldn’t withstand the blow.

Senior Sister Zhang bit her silver teeth, her face twisted in pain.

It looked like Ancestor of the Blood River’s confidence wasn’t unfounded—she still couldn’t match him at full force.

“Well?”

Ancestor of the Blood River still seemed to hope for a live capture and asked again.

Senior Sister Zhang didn’t respond, only raised her hand again. The nine peaks flashed with spiritual light once more.

...

Zhenren Tongming watched the two fighting and turned to glance at Great Sage Qingyun.

That Qingyun was truly a character—he shifted his form into that of a Confucian scholar, stepping aside.

As if he was just going to let him run.

“...”

Zhenren Tongming’s expression changed repeatedly. He cupped his hands, then flew off without looking back.

Great Sage Qingyun didn’t make a move at all. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, watching the fight between Ancestor of the Blood River and Senior Sister Zhang from a distance.

Golden light flickered in his eyes as he seemed lost in thought—he wasn’t going to intervene.

Just like Ancestor of the Blood River had said.

Senior Sister Zhang was only at early Nascent Soul stage—

the longer time passed, the harder it was to control Soul Formation power.

And slowly but surely, she was falling behind.

Ancestor of the Blood River, perhaps still hoping to capture her alive, or wary of the territory she controlled, was actually content to drag things out.

The two of them fought from sunrise to sunset, from moonrise to the break of dawn—

in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Senior Sister Zhang was clearly at the end of her strength. The glow atop the nine peaks dimmed more and more.

Great Sage Qingyun shook his head, seeming a bit disappointed.

Ancestor of the Blood River even began to smile.

Zhang Wuyi was far too strange, and the spiritual energy from that anomalous, unascended being she embodied was truly vast.

Fortunately, time was on his side...

“Ancestor of the Blood River...” Just as he began to smile, Senior Sister Zhang suddenly spoke. “I’ve been waiting for my Junior Brother...”

“What are you waiting for?”

Ancestor of the Blood River froze. Then he looked up—there were now two suns hanging high in the sky. Not just that, but a crescent moon and countless stars also dotted the heavens.

The next moment, a golden bell appeared in the starry sky.

It swayed twice in the void—

Thunderclouds gathered across the sky.

Thousands upon thousands of lightning bolts rained down like a storm.

Ancestor of the Blood River hadn’t even reacted yet.

Great Sage Qingyun let out a strange cry: “Thunder Pool! Celestial Realm Spiritual Treasure!”

After shouting, he transformed into a Golden-Winged Roc again and streaked away on a golden light—decisive and swift.

Ancestor of the Blood River’s face also changed wildly when he heard this.

The lightning first struck apart the blood river in the sky.

One of his flying swords let out a mournful cry, as if it had suffered a heavy blow.

Senior Sister Zhang seized the opportunity—

The nine peaks before her gathered once more, shrinking down to the size of a seal, the base of which bore the four runes of the True Form of Mountains and Rivers.

The seal spun and slammed down on the other flying sword, which could not resist at all—it was completely immobilized.

But pain swept across Senior Sister Zhang’s face, even more intense than before.

Clearly, this move put tremendous strain on her soul.

In just a few moments, one of Ancestor of the Blood River’s flying swords had been crushed, the other severely wounded.

In the sky, the Sun and Moon Bell rang again and again. Thunderclouds rolled endlessly.

Countless lightning bolts struck down on him like a web.

Ancestor of the Blood River’s expression twisted. His body blurred—

he turned into a blood cloud and scattered in all directions.

He fled.

“Junior Brother Zheng!”

Senior Sister Zhang shouted. That flying sword, as if sensing its master fleeing, began to struggle violently. The seal had trouble holding it down.

Zheng Fa understood—Senior Sister Zhang was telling him not to chase a cornered enemy. With a thought, the storm of lightning shifted direction and focused solely on hammering the unruly sword.

That sword was truly bizarre—still struggling furiously.

Zheng Fa sent a thought and said to Senior Sister Zhang, “Senior Sister Zhang, let go of the sword.”

Upon hearing this, she waved her hand.

The sword tried to fly away, but suddenly, a glowing portal appeared in the air—

and swallowed the sword whole.

In the distance came a wail filled with anger and heartbreak, too scared to even look back.

Below, the Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang exchanged a glance.

Martial Uncle Pang seemed a little in disbelief. “That’s your disciple?”

“Mm.”

“Then you don’t need to write any more scripts. With a disciple like that, no one in the future will forget you.”

While everyone’s hearts were still reeling, a familiar figure slowly reappeared—Zhenren Tongming.

He cupped his hands and said,

“Congratulations, everyone, on surviving a great tribulation... but—the Great Freedom Demonic Sect has made its move!”