A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 246

Chapter 242 All those below the Nascent Soul stage are mere ants

“Thank you, Young Master,”

the women said gratefully.

Wen Tianren waved his hand dismissively, then looked at the thundercloud on the island with a slightly grave expression.

Seeing this, the stunningly beautiful young woman frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then advised,

“Fellow Daoist Wen, that’s an eighth-level demon beast undergoing its tribulation. We should stay away. Once it passes its transformation tribulation and sees us watching, it might cause unnecessary trouble.”

Hearing this, the young man dropped his grave expression and revealed a casual, calm smile.

“Trouble? No, no, no…”

He waved his right index finger repeatedly:

“Miss Ziling, you underestimate me too much.”

“If this level eight demon cultivator were at its peak and in the outer star sea, we probably wouldn’t be able to afford to offend it. But it has no companions protecting it now, and besides, it’s currently in the inner star sea where human cultivators are concentrated. In other words, it has no clan to protect it.”

His tone was quite confident and certain.

“Furthermore, it must have been seriously injured during its subsequent tribulation of transformation.”

“It’s just a level eight demon beast that has just advanced and suffered severe damage from the tribulation, possibly even to the point of being on the verge of death. This is practically an opportunity delivered to our doorstep by the heavens!”

With that, Wen Tianren opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the sky:

“You all stay here. I’ll go up to the island to check on things in a bit. If I give you a warning, then leave immediately and report the situation back to the Reverse Star Alliance. If I don’t give you a warning, then patiently wait for my return. It’s best to seal off this area to prevent outsiders from approaching, and also to prevent anyone who has been here from leaving…”

“Understand?”

Wen Tianren glanced at the group of sword servants.

“Young Master…”

The women all looked worried, their eyes filled with adoration for their master.

“Do as I say.”

The young man showed a hint of displeasure.

Seeing this, the sword servants had no choice but to respectfully reply:

“Yes, sir.”

Before leaving, Wen Tianren deliberately approached a dozen or so maids and selected two twins. He gently stroked the two most powerful Core Formation stage sword servants on either side, then tucked the twins’ hair under his nose and sniffed it lightly:

“In a little while, you two keep an eye on Zi Ling for me, don’t let her do anything foolish…”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Very good.”

Young Master Wen nodded slightly in satisfaction.

The process of acquiring these twins had been far too easy and lacked challenge.

Back then, the Reverse Star Alliance destroyed their sect, and he intervened to protect the two beautiful and talented women.

He had thought that the two sisters would hate him for life, even wanting to kill him to avenge their former comrades. And he, he enjoyed conquering such challenges. But after the two women reached the late Foundation Establishment stage and he had taken advantage of them multiple times, they not only stopped hating him but also became completely dependent on him. Over the years, they had always obeyed his every word.

This was no longer interesting.

What he wanted was a challenge.

What he wanted was the doubled pleasure that came from conquering women who presented a challenge…

How could he have won them both over so easily?

Boring.

Therefore,

he stopped investing so many resources in training these sword servants.

Until Zi Ling appeared.

“Zi Ling, Zi Ling, this time, I’ll make you admire me from the bottom of your heart, make you willingly bow down before… me,”

Wen Tianren grinned, thinking to himself.

Zi Ling saw all this, but remained unmoved.

She understood the man’s actions perfectly.

Years ago, this young master of Holy Demon Island, to demonstrate his immense wealth, had begun training his sword servants again. He had his concubines rapidly advance their cultivation, reaching the late Foundation Establishment stage and even the Pseudo-Core stage. Two of them,

the twin sisters, were even lucky enough to break through to the Core Formation stage.

This was nothing more than a display of his wealth, and also an attempt to incite envy and comparison among ordinary girls.

But the young master Wen underestimated her experience. Little

did she know, she had already witnessed the wealth required to quickly cultivate a Foundation Establishment cultivator to the Core Formation stage when she was still in the Foundation Establishment stage. That wealth not only propelled her to the early stage of Core Formation within a few decades, but also enabled her mother to reach the mid-stage.

[Wealth] couldn’t seduce her.

Afterwards,

to showcase his charm, Young Master Wen feigned affection for these sword servants, causing them to become even more infatuated with him, their eyes only on him.

But Wen Tianren was unaware that she had already deduced someone’s identity; she knew perfectly well the presence of Yuan Yao, Yan Li, and Gan Rushuang beside him. Which of those three wasn’t completely subservient to him? Which wasn’t ten or a hundred times better than the dozen or so ordinary women present?

Young Master Wen’s [charm] was far inferior to that person’s.

Later, to demonstrate his erudition, Young Master Wen specifically studied the Ghost Mist, one of the three great calamities of the Chaotic Star Sea, discovering a certain pattern in its appearance, and even offering guidance on her cultivation, answering her questions.

But little did she know, that senior’s guidance to her… was earlier, more extensive, and better.

He possessed cultivation experience from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the late Core Formation stage.

Crucially, that person discerned a special physique she possessed, unknown to outsiders.

So far, only that senior had confidently declared she possessed the most exceptional physique. No one else had detected even the slightest hint of it.

This demonstrates that person’s erudition.

Wen Tianren was utterly incomparable.

As for “romance”?

Young Master Wen certainly never forced any female cultivators around him; otherwise, she would have long been reduced to a plaything.

But as a true man, how could he not dare hold hands or kiss a female cultivator he liked? What kind of man is that?

Unlike that person, who kissed when she liked and discarded when she disliked.

She was open and straightforward.

Moreover, that person never interfered in her life or restricted her freedom.

That’s true romance, that’s respect.

Unlike Young Master Wen, who treated her like a caged bird, hypocritical and self-righteous—a complete hypocrite.

And what kind of romance is that, a hypocrite’s performance?

Just a clown.

Of course.

Young Master Wen’s tricks don’t stop there.

To showcase his talent, Wen Tianren once went into seclusion to cultivate the Six Extremes True Demon Art to a minor level, going from being able to barely summon three phantoms to now being able to summon six phantoms at once in battle. He also cultivated a method to enhance his divine sense, making his divine sense at the late Core Formation stage comparable to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

This is indeed impressive.

He has earned the reputation of being the “Number One Person Below Nascent Soul” in the Chaotic Star Sea.

But the one she encountered in her early years can only be described as “even better.”

The true number one person below Nascent Soul is the one in her heart.

That senior, a rogue cultivator, struggled for over a hundred years, reaching the peak of the late Core Formation stage. Wen Tianren’s current cultivation is only due to the Six Extreme Saints of Holy Demon Island, not his own wisdom and talent.

In terms of wisdom, Wen Tianren couldn’t possibly outwit that person.

In terms of talent, the rogue cultivator, having spent over a hundred years progressing from Foundation Establishment to late Core Formation, is on a completely different level compared to the young master of Holy Demon Island, who took even longer to reach the same stage.

The more the young master Wen actively tries to demonstrate his abilities, the less she regards him.

Finally,

regarding combat strength,

Wen Tianren, in an effort to showcase his power and achieve his goal of “peacock displaying its tail feathers,” repeatedly challenged late-stage Core Formation cultivators, successively killing three and defeating four. On one occasion, he even defeated the renowned Huo brothers single-handedly. Yet,

the young master Wen is only at the Core Formation stage,

while that other cultivator has already become a Nascent Soul cultivator. Furthermore, he

has formed the recently famous “Iron Triangle of the Chaotic Star Sea” with Barbarian Beard and Qing Yi, establishing their own sect, the “Xuantian Sect.”

The two are on entirely different levels.

Lastly, and finally, there’s potential.

What more needs to be said about the potential of a two-hundred-year-old mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?

“Family background, erudition, refinement, talent, charm, wealth, martial prowess, potential—in which aspect am I not among the top of the second generation of elites in the Chaotic Star Sea?”

“Who can compare to this young master?”

Looking back on his past efforts, Wen Tianren was even moved by his own words.

But Zi Ling’s thoughts were completely different:

“Education, refinement, talent, charm, wealth, martial prowess, potential, influence… Young Master Wen is utterly incomparable to that one.”

“Too much of a difference.”

Zi Ling secretly shook her head and sighed.

She must have been blind to choose Wen Tianren.

“This young master will be right back. Miss Zi Ling, you can wait here for my good news,”

Young Master Wen said with a smile.

He wanted to capture or kill this surely severely injured transformed beast to further enhance his reputation.

Zi Ling was easily within his grasp.

“Young Island Master, please be careful,”

the beautiful young woman replied with a pale face and a light laugh.

…

On the island.

Han Li watched as his sixth brother gritted his teeth and withstood the thick, white lightning bolts covering the tribulation area, and nodded in satisfaction.

“He withstood the fifth bolt relatively easily. Not bad, not bad. All these years of improving his lightning resistance haven’t been in vain.”

To make his tribulation easier, he had given his sixth brother a lot of basic training in lightning resistance.

Even just a slight increase in lightning resistance was good.

Then, there was the lightning-absorbing bead.

He had learned from the barbarian and crafted the bead into a rare treasure, then had his sixth brother refine it like a magic weapon. After several years of refinement, he could use it skillfully. Although the effect wasn’t as seamless as when the level eight lightning whale activated it, being prepared was better than being unprepared.

He also gave his sixth brother the inner core of the level eight poisonous dragon, allowing him to consume it and greatly increase his strength. With

the poisonous dragon’s demon core in his body, his sixth brother’s demonic power was inexhaustible.

Finally, he fed his sixth brother large amounts of healing medicine in advance.

Even a few drops of the essence were prepared.

The essence could greatly accelerate the recovery of vital energy and the healing of injuries.

Although its effect was far inferior to that of the Cold Marrow, it was still quite precious.

“As for this fly outside the island, I haven’t even had a chance to look for you, and you’ve already delivered yourself to my door.”

Han Li turned his head, his gaze lingering on the direction of the outer island.

A stream of light was rapidly approaching.

Before long, a handsome young man’s figure broke through the air and arrived.

Seeing the sixth brother roaring and howling in the tribulation lightning, the young man was both surprised and delighted:

“Ink Dragon?!”

It was actually an eighth-level Ink Dragon?

Although the Chaotic Star Sea was not lacking in dragons, according to his master, there were very few that could cultivate to the eighth level. Once a dragon, a spiritual beast of heaven and earth, reached the eighth level, its strength could even rival that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

If he could slay the dragon…

“Huh? There’s actually an outsider here? Moreover, my divine sense didn’t detect this person before.”

Upon seeing the magic array around Han Li, he immediately understood.

His divine sense had been blocked by this array’s restrictions.

So, could this black dragon be a spirit beast cultivated by this person?

But how could that be? Even

his master and Aunt Wan San couldn’t cultivate a transformed demon beast, how could this person?

A thought suddenly struck him, and his heart tightened. He became extremely vigilant. The next moment, he prepared to take his leave, to escape, and to send a message to the sword servants outside the island, urging everyone to evacuate immediately.

However, the person within the array’s restrictions emerged.

His cultivation aura was clearly exposed.

“Wait, this aura…”

“How can it only be late-stage Core Formation?”

In an instant, his divine sense determined Han Li’s cultivation level.

He checked repeatedly, probing again and again, confirming it was correct, and the tension in his heart immediately eased. He regained his sense of superiority and that confidence of “I am invincible below the Nascent Soul stage.”

Then, he smiled.

He smiled to himself.

Just a Core Formation cultivator?

I almost mistook this person for a Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for a very long time.

He’d only scared himself.

Shaking his head, Wen Tianren’s smile faded, and he narrowed his eyes:

“May I ask your honorable surname, fellow Daoist? How shall I address you? I know a little about the Core Formation cultivators from various sects in this Chaotic Star Sea, but your appearance is completely unfamiliar. Could it be that you are a rogue cultivator? However, a rogue cultivator who can cultivate to the late Core Formation stage is extremely rare in this sea. If such a talent truly exists, I shouldn’t be completely unaware of it…”

Before their Reverse Star Alliance took action, they conducted a comprehensive survey of the entire Chaotic Star Sea. They did a lot of preliminary work, and

now they occupy most of the inner sea’s territory.

If this person formed his Core earlier and is currently in the late Core Formation stage, and has appeared multiple times in the auction houses of various markets, there’s no reason why he wouldn’t have escaped the Reverse Star Alliance’s notice.

“By the way, is the demonic beast undergoing tribulation and transforming here your spirit beast?”

As he asked, a flash of killing intent flickered deep in his eyes.

Han Li, with his keen senses, immediately detected the well-hidden killing intent and frowned:

“This guy intends to kill me?”

But why?

He was quite puzzled.

Before this, he had neither provoked Wen Tianren nor even met him. He hadn’t uttered a word, remaining completely silent.

So how could he have aroused Wen Tianren’s hostility and murderous intent?

This guy surnamed Wen…

“Are you sick?”

If Zi Ling were present, she would definitely see through Young Master Wen’s thoughts at a glance.

The reason was simple.

It was jealousy.

Young Master Wen boasted of his extraordinary talent, illustrious family background, and vast knowledge and potential. More importantly, he was diligent and hardworking, never slacking off.

He was preparing to form his Nascent Soul before he was even two hundred years old.

However, even with all his excellence, he couldn’t compare to the combination of the person and the spirit beast before him. In front of this combination, his limelight was overshadowed.

His achievements paled in comparison.

That was an eighth-level Ink Dragon.

An eighth-level spirit beast.

And he, Wen Tianren, the successor of the Six Paths, even if he gave it his all, would absolutely be no match for an eighth-level spirit beast.

To cultivate an eighth-level spirit beast at the late Core Formation stage—how could this not be enviable?

If word got out, it would cause a sensation throughout the entire Chaotic Star Sea.

He absolutely had to obtain this person’s method of cultivating spirit beasts.

“Why must you speak so harshly, fellow Daoist?”

Wen Tianren narrowed his eyes.

“Why do you ask? Don’t you have any self-awareness about your own thoughts?”

Han Li retorted,

completely disregarding the mere young master of Holy Demon Island.

“You’ve got a sharp tongue. Hmph, your spirit beast is undergoing tribulation; it can’t help you.”

“So?”

“Now, I’ll give you two choices. One is to join my Reverse Star Alliance and obey my orders from now on, working under my command. My Divine Dove Hall is short a few law enforcement officers, and your cultivation level is just right. Before that, hand over control of your spirit beast to me, and I won’t mistreat you afterwards. The second is that I’ll take action and kill you right here. I’ll kill you first, and then kill your severely injured spirit beast during its tribulation as well.”

Wen Tianren said coldly.

“Oh? So arrogant? Didn’t your master teach you not to be so arrogant when you’re out and about?”

Han Li reminded him.

Just then, three figures flew over from a distance; it was Zi Ling, who was in the mid-stage of Core Formation, and the two twins who were in the early stage of Core Formation.

Seeing this, Han Li blinked again:

“So you have helpers too. Are you planning a four-on-one fight? No wonder you’re so arrogant.”

“Why would I need my sword attendants and female companions to deal with you? I, Wen, am enough.”

In this Chaotic Star Sea, no Core Formation cultivator has ever gained the upper hand against him.

With a disdainful snort, his divine sense and magical power manipulated the seawater at the edge of the island several miles away, creating a tornado-like column of water that surged upwards like a giant wave crashing down.

In no time, a three-hundred-foot-tall ice throne formed beneath Wen Tianren.

With a light wave of his hand, he swiftly created a towering iceberg.

The height of the ice throne far surpassed that of the small hill on the island.

On the ice throne, Young Master Wen plopped down, placing his left foot on the throne, leaning to one side, his cheek resting on his right palm.

The twin sword attendants knelt on either side of the throne, awaiting orders.

Such an imposing manner startled Han Li.

Anyone unaware of the situation would have mistaken him for a Nascent Soul cultivator from a powerful force.

Thinking of his own consistently low-key approach, he felt a pang of unease.

Just then, the stunningly beautiful young woman who had arrived from outside the island spoke up, offering a lukewarm but persuasive remark:

“Fellow Daoist, Young Master Wen is the esteemed disciple of the Six Paths Supreme Saint of the Reverse Star Alliance. His strength is arguably the strongest below the Nascent Soul stage; condensing his Nascent Soul is only a matter of time.”

“If you submit now, it won’t be a disgrace to your status.”

“Furthermore, with your cultivation and the value of this black dragon, you will certainly be highly valued within the alliance.”

Wen Tianren’s lips curled slightly upon hearing

this. He thoroughly enjoyed the sense of glory that came with this added status.

He also eagerly anticipated the fear, timidity, and retreat shown by other late-stage Core Formation cultivators upon learning his identity.

He simply loved using his power to intimidate others.

So, what expression would this man before him have now?

Han Li responded with a mocking murmur:

“The number one person below the Nascent Soul stage?”

The next moment, the figure, which hadn’t moved an inch, rose into the air without wind. Immediately following, an overwhelming surge of magical power and divine sense erupted from this not-so-tall, but-strong body, causing the three women to stagger, their faces filled with horror.

Even Young Master Wen’s body instinctively shuddered, every hair on his body standing on end, his fingers and toes clenching involuntarily.

Before them, a ten-thousand-foot-long tornado, swept up by divine sense, nearly blotted out the sky.

Han Li, facing the four of them, slowly ascended from the small hill on the island below, as transparent steps materialized one after another,

until they reached the center of the tornado .

And at the center of the tornado, thousands upon thousands of swords appeared out of thin air, and the sun, moon, and stars materialized out of nowhere.

As the storm of divine sense spread, enveloping the four who dared not move, a long bridge formed by countless swords of divine sense connected them. On the other side of the bridge, a hundred-foot-tall spiritual being, carrying four large stars of different colors on its back and standing on a river of swords, slowly strode forward.

The giant, a hundred-foot-tall figure of light and shadow, had an extremely bright spiritual light on its face, making it difficult for the four to look directly at it, yet they felt that the giant was extremely majestic.

“A Nascent Soul Dharma Form?”

This person is a Nascent Soul old monster?

Moreover, this ability to create things out of thin air…

This is:

“Divine Sense… Transformation?!”

Zi Ling covered her pale little mouth.

“A Nascent Soul… Mid-stage!”

Wen Tianren gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his knuckles were white. Realizing his body was stiff, suppressed by a powerful divine sense, and locked by a strong killing intent, he dared not make the slightest movement:

“No, something’s not right! Even if those Nascent Soul elders in the Reverse Star Alliance released their divine senses at full power, they couldn’t possibly suppress me to this extent! Could it be that this person’s divine sense is not much weaker than Master’s? A Nascent Soul cultivator possessing such a strong divine sense?”

Doesn’t that mean this person’s talent might even surpass Master’s Six Paths Supreme Saint?

Once this person enters the late Nascent Soul stage, even Master would have to retreat three thousand feet?

Impossible!

“Thump thump…”

The twin sisters couldn’t withstand the pressure and knelt down together.

A three-hundred-foot-long frozen throne vs. a ten-thousand-foot-long sword river and four thousand-foot-long stars.

An individual vs. a Dharma body carrying four great stars and a sky full of dazzling starlight.

The feeling of having to look up and look up terrified the four of them.

The cold scrutiny of being looked down upon like an ant sent chills down their spines.

“How dare you act so arrogantly before me, pointing fingers and threatening me… Boy, you’re quite bold.”

The Dharma Body glanced at him indifferently.

“Senior, it’s a misunderstanding! We apologize, we know we were wrong…”

Wen Tianren and Zi Ling said in unison, filled with fear.

“Know you were wrong?”

“You probably don’t know you were wrong, you know you’re going to die.”

The spirit body stood close, stepping on the Sword River. Immediately, a tangible divine sense pressure was projected from the eyes of the hundred-foot Dharma Body. Wen Tianren was the focus of attention, his small figure bearing the brunt. He was like a cannonball, crashing down rapidly, smashing through the Ice Throne, which was all show and no substance. The entire ice mountain, hundreds of feet long, was pierced in an instant.

The throne collapsed and disintegrated.

“Boom…!”

The young man landed heavily, immediately letting out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This was only because his inner armor had reduced the damage by 99%.

“So this is what they call the number one below the Nascent Soul stage

.” “In the end, he’s just a Core Formation stage cultivator.”

In the void, the Dharma Body stood with its hands behind its back, its robes fluttering.

Before it, a giant hand of magical power instantly materialized.

The next moment, it descended upon the crowd:

“Those below the Nascent Soul stage are all ants…”

“You mere ants dare to try and steal my spirit beast? Who gave you the courage? Hmm? Answer me!”

The giant hand descended, rapidly enlarging.

The three women were terrified at the sight.

In the dust, the disheveled Young Master Wen bit his gums until they bled.

If he hadn’t lost the initiative, he might have had a chance to escape.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

“Don’t even think about it.”

Don’t even think about subduing him so easily.

“Ah…”

He frantically gathered his magical power, trying to get up, trying to use every means to resist! He wanted to struggle and fight back! He was unwilling! But suddenly he realized that five rings of different colors had appeared on his limbs and around his neck.

Two heavy ropes, each weighing a million pounds, were fastened around his ankles.

“When?”

Unaware that he had been ambushed and unable to move, Wen Tianren struggled to lift his head, staring at the ever-approaching, overwhelming hand. His

pupils dilated.

A Nascent Soul cultivator, resorting to sneak attacks?

Moreover, this person, a Nascent Soul expert capable of manifesting divine consciousness, was actually playing dumb, sneaking into a Core Formation stage’s fishpond to bluff?

Had he no shame?

“No, it’s not like this, it shouldn’t be like this…”

“No…!”

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