Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 737: The Strongest Single!

Yan Tianzhi and Man Gu were evenly matched in their duel.

Yan Tian didn’t hold back, immediately unleashing his three great battle tattoos—the Shield Ghost, the Taotie, and the Zhuyan. He had inscribed the Zhuyan mark upon reaching the Nascent Soul Stage.

The two demons and one ghost roared behind Yan Tianzhi, creating faint ripples in the space around them, a sight that awed those who witnessed it.

Man Gu summoned his Ancestor Assembly Nascent Soul. Whichever ancestor’s appearance the nascent soul took on, Man Gu would possess that ancestor’s abilities. Thus, his combat power at the Nascent Soul Stage fluctuated the most.

Fortunately, the ancestor that manifested this time was a legendary figure. He had once followed the Everlasting Immortal Fairy and gained some fame in ancient times.

Man Gu merged with his nascent soul. Instantly, his entire aura transformed, becoming ancient, mysterious, and powerful.

“Roar—” Carrying a massive octagonal purple-gold hammer, Man Gu looked fearsome and menacing. His roar alone matched the imposing presence of Yan Tianzhi’s three great battle tattoos.

This was the most common combat method of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe—yelling a couple of times to intimidate the opponent before fighting.

At the same time, long recitations of Words of Sages were played, completely out of place with the current atmosphere.

“Is it not a joy to have friends coming from afar...

“In a company of three, one must be my teacher...”

The talismans pasted on the hammer’s handle could play Words of Sages—the sole evidence that proved Man Gu was a Confucian cultivator.

Yan Tianzhi fused with the Shield Ghost. A shield as tall as a person appeared before his arms, swirling with a dark aura. Shield in hand, he charged, the Taotie and the Zhuyan flanking him as they rushed toward Man Gu.

The octagonal purple-gold hammer swept through the arena. This was the Nine Heavens Surging Lightning Hammer Technique that Man Gu had learned. The hammer technique was as swift and fierce as lightning, capable of shaking the nine heavens and resonating through the universe.

Man Gu had slain a Divine Transfiguration great demon that infiltrated Mount Yan in Great Xia. That demon had been pulverized by this very hammer. An ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t dare face even a single blow from the hammer.

Empowered by the ancestor’s nascent soul, Man Gu’s Nine Heavens Surging Lightning Hammer Technique reached new heights. Although the ancient ancestor hadn’t learned this specific hammer technique, he had once followed the Everlasting Immortal Fairy and had an innate combat intuition. After he possessed Man Gu, the latter displayed improvement across the board, except in intelligence.

The Taotie opened its maw, devouring from all directions. The Zhuyan swept its staff across the arena. The massive hammer fell like surging lightning, sending out shockwaves with every strike.

Both combatants took to the sky simultaneously, entangled in a battle mid-air.

The heavy hammer was swung like the wind in Man Gu’s hands, a testament to the strength bestowed by his Ancient Barbarian bloodline.

Boom!

The hammer hit the shield. Yan Tianzhi felt as if endless ocean waves were crashing against him, the unceasing force affecting his organs and meridians.

“Exhilarating!” Yan Tianzhi laughed heartily. I haven’t experienced such a satisfying and intense fight in a long time!

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Under the effect of the Lu-Style Arhat Fist, Meng Jingzhou had become bald, truly living up to his title as the Imperial City’s Buddha Scion.

“Sword Control Art!” Surrounded by sharp sword qi, Lu Yang raised two fingers. The Sword-Cleansing Pond shot forth like a dragon emerging from an abyss, charging toward Meng Jingzhou like a freight truck.

“Heaven-Shaking Six Forms!” Meng Jingzhou had become proficient in this move. His seemingly plain punch contained power capable of splitting mountains. It resonated with heaven and earth, drawing in the surrounding spirit energy. The sound of his punch alone constituted a sonic attack.

The fist and the pond clashed.

Meng Jingzhou was forced half a step back. The Sword-Cleansing Pond still edged out slightly in terms of raw strength.

Lu Yang tried to have his Unbeatable Nascent Soul fly into Meng Jingzhou’s body and kindly help the latter rise to become a Three Infants mighty expert.

However, Meng Jingzhou failed to recognize this act of kindness and fled swiftly, adamantly refusing to let the Unbeatable Nascent Soul touch him.

“Golden Bird True Flame! Three Flavor True Fire!”

“Nirvana True Fire!”

The three great true fires collided. Two bird cries resounded simultaneously, and a huge explosion ensued. Flames shot skyward, turning the arena into a furnace where two agile figures battled within the inferno.

Amidst the flames, the Pure Yang Taiji Diagram reappeared. The six-armed adept’s fist technique thundered, forcefully shaking the Sword-Cleansing Pond.

Lu Yang used the Tree-Planting Mantra to create a clone and have each of them wield the Qingfeng Sword and the Mingyue Sword, but they were at a disadvantage.

“Look! It’s Three Heads Six Arms!” a Prison Suppression Sect disciple exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes.

“How is this possible?!” This was a mighty divine ability most revered by physique cultivators. He hadn’t heard of anyone executing it at the Nascent Soul Stage.

“Bald head, Three Heads Six Arms—this is the Angry-Faced Vajra from our Buddhist guardians!” A Hanging Monastery senior male disciple’s eyes lit up upon seeing Meng Jingzhou.

Within the flames, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou conversed while fighting.

“Don’t forget you still owe me a chance to show off,” Meng Jingzhou reminded Lu Yang.

He was referring to the finals in the Intermediate Golden Core category. Lu Yang had asked me to concede and let him show off first, promising me a turn in the future.

But we’re already at the Intermediate Nascent Soul Stage, and that grandson Lu Yang still hasn’t fulfilled his promise.

Lu Yang fell silent for a moment. If Meng Jingzhou hadn’t reminded him, he would have forgotten about this matter.

Lu Yang remained composed, consciously slowing his sword techniques. “Of course, I remember. I just haven’t found the right opportunity until now.”

Meng Jingzhou’s six eyes looked askance at Lu Yang. You little brat, it’s more like you forgot your promise, right?

Sword light and fist shadows intertwined. The ethereal and nimble sword qi sought gaps in Meng Jingzhou’s defense. Transformed into the Angry-Faced Vajra, Meng Jingzhou used his fists to control qi, neutralizing the barrage of rapid sword attacks.

“Heaven-Shaking Six Forms!”

Performing Heaven-Shaking Six Forms with six arms increased the technique’s power severalfold. With the Qingfeng Sword held crosswise before his chest, Lu Yang was sent flying backward, tumbling twice before falling off the arena stage.

“What?! It’s actually Senior Brother Meng who won!”

“During the Intermediate Golden Core finals, Senior Brother Meng lost to Young Creed Leader Lu, who fought to a draw with Senior Brother Lu. How could Senior Brother Lu lose to Senior Brother Meng?!”

“This shows that the three are similar in power. Any slight difference can affect the final outcome!”

“What a terrifying Single’s Spirit Root. The predecessors probably don’t compare to Junior Brother Meng.”

“Truly the strongest single.”

“If Junior Brother Meng remains single, his future will be boundless.”

Hearing the discussions below, Meng Jingzhou’s face darkened. You might as well not have praised me.

Lu Yang was caught by the Sword-Cleansing Pond when he fell. Climbing out, he pointed toward a nearby mountain summit with slight puzzlement.

“Why is everyone flying out? Did something major happen?”

The representatives from the various major sects seemed to share one mind, simultaneously flying out of the reception hall and swarming toward the Dao-Seeking Sect’s mountain gate like bees.

Soon, a curious senior male disciple investigated the situation.

“The sect leader has returned. The elders and sect leaders from the various major sects have gone to receive him.”

Meng Jingzhou gazed into the distance, noticing the representatives from the other sects holding gleaming weapons. No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem like a welcoming party for the Taciturn Daoist Priest.

Lu Yang fell silent. Shifu must have heard that the Vast Sea Daoist Lord is still alive and rushed back specifically to pay respects to the Founding Ancestor.

It’s just that he forgot he isn’t the only one who wants to see the Vast Sea Daoist Lord.