Chapter 277: What Are You Going to Do to My Man?
The sensation of the Great Ascension realm was even more remarkable than Young Master Sang had imagined.
Having never experienced the other realms from Foundation Establishment to Tribulation Crossing, he felt as if he had ascended to the heavens in one grand leap.
Everything around him became soft in his eyes; every flower, grass, stone, and wood seemed to have a trace to follow, like a drawing on a cardboard.
And he, was the one holding the paintbrush.
Looking back, when he first practiced swordsmanship with Gu Yingmian, he must have seemed like a 2D animated character in her eyes. Just one careless stroke, and his hand in reality would say goodbye to him.
The gap was no longer just like heaven and earth. It was a dimensional strike.
So, back then, while sparring, the hardest part for Gu Yingmian wasn’t winning; it was not accidentally killing him. Young Master Sang couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly.
But now, he was no longer that little figure on the drawing board.
Unfortunately.
The person opposite him wasn’t Gu Yingmian.
Li Shanyan was only a little surprised by Young Master Sang’s sudden surge in strength, showing no other emotional fluctuations.
He still wore a kind smile and softly said, “You’re right. Who you are doesn’t matter. In my eyes, Young Master Sang is still Young Master Sang.”
“So, won’t you reconsider and come visit the National Master’s residence for a few days?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Young Master Sang replied fiercely.
“…What a pity.”
Li Shanyan shook his head, stroking his white beard like a wise sage, and stepped forward.
In an instant, the surrounding world took on an eerie quality in Young Master Sang’s eyes.
Time seemed to blur, and the scenery around began to fade away.
Young Master Sang instantly got on guard.
That last finger poke had been nothing more than this old man’s mundane strike, with no spells enhancing it, just pure pressure from the Great Ascension realm.
But this ancient creature, having lived for hundreds or thousands of years, had true strength and depth far beyond his imagination.
Next came the real crisis.
“Young Master Sang.”
Li Shanyan chuckled while stroking his beard, “I truly have no intention of harming you. But if you insist on not giving me the honor, then I’ll have to put on a show and use my strength to bully you once.”
“…Starry Night Without Observation.” His tone suddenly grew heavy.
In an instant, Young Master Sang felt weightless, as if he had been transported to outer space in a heartbeat.
The world transformed into a celestial realm, and he seemed like a mayfly trapped within it.
All around were the vast and battered stars that resembled Li Shanyan’s murky, aged eyes watching him.
That extreme weirdness and oppressive feeling made Young Master Sang tense up.
He had a cold expression, gripping the newly transformed Dream Jun Sword, slowly preparing a stance.
…Peaceful Floating Life Sword.
Although he had reached the Great Ascension realm thanks to the Ksitigarbha Immortal Jade.
He knew nothing about Great Ascension techniques.
It was like a person awakening from a long coma—physically an adult, but mentally still a child.
The only thing he could rely on was the “Peaceful Floating Life Sword” that Nian Nian had taught him back then.
“Old dog.”
Young Master Sang slowly grinned fiercely as he mouthed, “This sword, even Gu Yingmian might not be able to handle it.”
“I refuse to believe I can’t break your techniques!”
As he slowly raised the sword, a mysterious and profound aura began to rise around the Dream Jun Sword.
The Dream Jun Sword let out a vibrant and clear cry, like a phoenix soaring into the sky after a long drought.
Seeing this overwhelming sword intent, a hint of seriousness finally appeared in Li Shanyan’s eyes.
“…Good sword.” He murmured in admiration.
The grand and majestic sword intent made the Dream Jun Sword suddenly emit an incredibly resplendent glow, bursting forth with dazzling colors, as Young Master Sang stepped forward to slash.
“Clang!”
The sword light tore through like daylight, shredding the surrounding illusory stars as if ripping through a curtain.
Li Shanyan’s techniques were evidently crumbling under such overwhelming sword intent, revealing the familiar scenery that Young Master Sang recognized.
“I thought I had placed enough importance on you.”
Li Shanyan smiled, “I didn’t expect to underestimate you still.”
“Stop barking.”
Feeling the tumultuous ocean of spiritual energy within him, Young Master Sang struggled to calm his breath but continued to sarcastically taunt, “After all those years of training, what good is it? I easily broke through with just one sword.”
“Show me what you’re capable of! Just barking won’t scare me.”
“Ah, my dear friend, you really are aggressive,” Li Shanyan shook his head with a hint of regret.
“I truly… just wanted to be friends with you.”
Having said that, he took another step forward.
But this time.
Young Master Sang’s hairs stood on end.
In that instant, a line suddenly appeared before him.
On one end was a crying infant. On the other, a white-haired elder.
What terrified Young Master Sang the most was that he could see, whether it was the baby or the elder.
…They were both him.
And at this moment, he stood at both ends of the line.
A strange force surged from both sides, as if pulling him towards one end of the line.
But the instinctual danger told Young Master Sang that if he really walked over, the scene at the end of the line would become reality.
He would truly turn back into a baby, or become an old man directly.
“…Eternal Moment!?” The usually calm Nian Nian’s voice sounded hurried this time, “Hey, Host, be careful! This old guy has indeed touched the threshold of the next realm!”
Young Master Sang glared at her in frustration.
I want to be careful too!
Am I supposed to stand up now and tell him not to use such a powerful technique because I can’t handle it?
“My friend, why struggle against it?”
Li Shanyan’s voice seemed to resonate directly in Young Master Sang’s ear, “I genuinely just want to invite you to the National Master’s residence for a friendly visit.”
“I spit!”
Young Master Sang angrily spat, “A gentleman may be killed but never humiliated; I would rather die than accompany you!”
Li Shanyan looked somewhat disappointed and shook his head. Then, his aged yet strong hand turned claw-like, as if to lift Young Master Sang like a chick.
Young Master Sang didn’t hesitate to channel all his newly exchanged spiritual power into the Dream Jun Sword, determined to fight back.
But at this moment.
Li Shanyan suddenly paused, turned around, and slowly pointed behind him.
Behind him, an immense blood light had silently appeared, roaring like a sea of corpses and blood, rushing toward him.
At his pointed finger, the sea of blood splintered with a bang, transforming into a rain of blood falling from the sky.
From within the blood rain, a small, delicate girl in a black robe slowly emerged.
Exuding both a bewitching and dangerous aura, her pupils were an eerie shade of blood red.
Li Shanyan’s murky gaze turned toward the newcomer, slightly shaking his head in regret, “…Did I take too long?”
“Old man.” Hua Jianglian’s voice rang lightly like a bell.
“…What are you going to do to my man?”
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