Turns out I'm a Great Cultivator
Chapter 679: Mysterious Stamps
This pleasant turn of events made Cultivator Tongtong very excited. Previously he was at the lowest point of his life and had planned to live the rest of his life waiting for death. He had never expected the wine of an expert to not only heal all of his injuries but encourage him to become the Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal.
‘The expert has brought many blessings to Prehistory and the Heavenly Palace must have done many good deeds in the past to be able to make friends with him!’ He thinks. Then out loud he said, “That expert is more amazing than what you told me. He has given me a new life, just like my parents, so from now onwards, my life is his now.”
“Hold! Stop!” Everyone looked at him like he was crazy.
“The claw is not just yours.”
“Go to the back of the line, Little Tong!”
“I will fight anyone who dares to steal experts from me!”
“You're all quiet! The expert is mine! ”
Dragin and Nanan, who were watching all this from the side, started giggling happily. Then, they parted and prepared to leave because their mission had been completed.
“Goddess Nanan, Goddess Dragin, thank you for everything,” said Cultivator Tongtong with deep sincerity. “Please let me know if the expert needs to do something. I will make sure I complete whatever mission he gives me even if I have to give up my life. ”
Dragin waved his hand and in a voice full of curiosity said, “Don't worry about that. By the way, why haven't I seen you before and how could you get hurt so seriously?”
“I just have a weakness to blame. I entered the fourth dimension by accident and nearly died while crossing the dimension, ” replied Cultivator Tongtong.
“Oh, so you're back from the fourth dimension! What's dimension like?” Nanan asked in surprise.
Cultivator Tongtong laughed and said, “This is very similar to our dimension. It's just that the beings there might look a little different from us and their cultivation methods are also different. The most striking difference is that they have more skilled fighters than us. I can write down everything I know for you if you are interested.”
The Jade Emperor and the others were very impressed with his Dao of Sycophancy.
“Junjun Cultivator, has he ever acted like this against you in the past?” Nuwa asked with a whisper in the sidebar.
Cultivator Junjun shook his head. “Never. I guess I'm not worthy enough.”
“Betulkah? That'd be great! I am sure Big Brother Li will also be happy to read it because he likes strange and interesting articles,” said Nanan happy.
“It's my honor then. I will make sure to write everything down as soon as possible, ” said Cultivator Tongtong excitedly.
Then, Dragin suddenly recalled something and asked, “By the way, Big Brother Li is looking for a tool that can make it easier to crack a walnut. Please let me know if you ever come across such a tool. ”
‘Solving walnut?’
‘A hammer, maybe?’
‘What else can happen?’
‘No no. Definitely something else if the expert specifically asks for it.’
Instantly, everyone was immersed in his thoughts.
‘Something that can break walnuts?’ Cultivator Tongtong frowned as he vaguely remembered having encountered such a tool in the past. Suddenly, he had a light bulb moment. “I know exactly what the expert is looking for!”
All eyes were on him. He took a deep breath and his face turned serious. “The only reason I can go to the fourth dimension is because of the cap!”
“Stamp?! I mean, it makes sense to use a stamp to crack a walnut, but what kind of stamp allows one to travel between dimensions?” Cultivator Junjun asked in surprise.
“I don't know where the stamps came from. All I know is that I feel a strong force pulling me to the area where the portal is located and there are others there as well! Then I saw a stamp near the portal entrance!” His eyes were glazed over as if he was reliving the moment.
“That stamp is really amazing and emits a dazzling light. One look at it and my Dao Heart will explode! Back then, I even felt that stamps were the origin of the world! Then, the people around me started to die one by one. Some of them were even Heavenly Realm warriors! I was lucky to survive and when the portal opened, I was sucked into it by a mysterious force again.”
Everyone was surprised by the story.
“What kind of level does Ultimate Treasure have to have to be able to travel between dimensions? Major Wisdom Treasure?”
“That's sure! Only the Highest Treasure of that level was worth using by the experts!”
“It might be on a higher level than that if it could easily kill the warriors of the Heavenly Realm! Whatever happens, the most important thing is to get it so we can give it to the experts!”
“Do you know where the stamps are now?” ask Nanan.
“Klan Murong of the East Wasteland in the fourth dimension has it,” replied Cultivator Tongtong. Suddenly a fierce expression flashed across his face. “Besides me, there is another person from the seventh dimension who was sucked into the fourth dimension by the stamp as well. Therefore, everyone who is sucked in understands the power that the stamp has and therefore there is a battle with everyone to get the stamp. The commotion caught the attention of the Murong Clan and in the end, they were the winners and that was when I received the wound on my body.”
“Klan Murong? How comfortable. We can kill two birds with one stone! One, to get a stamp and two, to make them pay for what they did to you!” Cultivator Junjun said. Everyone agreed with his words. What experts want, experts get and woe to those who dare to pass one of them!
“What is the battle power of the Murong Clan?” ask Nuwa.
“Very strong! Stronger than the Demon Emperor! The Demon Emperor is probably the most famous demon there but the combat power of the Murong Clan is the strongest!” Here he paused for a moment before continuing in a frightened tone, “Klan Murong has a mirror that can ruin anything or anyone he shines at and that is what happened that day. Everyone who is illuminated by the mirror becomes like me and those who do not die soon will soon be wasted.”
That day, he only glimpsed himself in the mirror and his body immediately began to rot. He would become one with the ground on the ground if he did not run as fast as his feet could carry him.
The people from the Heavenly Palace furrowed their brows. “More powerful than Demon Emperor? That meant they would at least have one Wisdom Elite among them.” This new information slightly dampened their morale. Forget about the stamp, how could they win against the Wisdom Elite?
Nanan and Dragin, however, were excited at the thought of another battle. “Nothing to worry about. We will ask Blackie to go with us!”
Everyone's eyes flashed brightly and they all sighed in relief, “Yes, you were right. Things will definitely go well if Lord Dog goes with us. We'll wait for you here while you go pick her up.”
Nanan and Dragin immediately headed towards the Fallen Immortal Mountain and within a short time they flew out of the four-piece building with a drunk Blackie in their hands. He had drunk so much wine that his bald skin had become beet red and he hiccupped it all the way to the Heavenly Palace.
“Return!” blackie replied as he raised his claws.
In the Eastern Wasteland, everyone knew who the Murong Clan was. One only had to wonder and surely someone could show them the way. This time they purposely created a small group so as not to draw too much attention to themselves. Besides Nanan, Dragin, and Blackie, there were also Junjun Cultivators, Tongtong Cultivators, Xing Ya, Xiao Chengfeng and Nuwa.
Right now, they were staring intently at a city not far from them.
“This is so magnificent! Is it the Eternal City? It looks so different from us. ”
“They must have spent a lot of money. I wonder if cultivators in this dimension have come together to create this central city. Really amazing.”
The majestic city was floating in the sky and its walls were made of heavenly jade that shone with the color of a rainbow. The surrounding Spiritual Qi was out of this world. All the creatures that lived in that city were all Gods and each of the buildings where they lived was as big as a mansion. The things that their store offers are also not ordinary things — all of them are Eternal Dan, Spiritual Treasure, and more.
It was indeed the Eternal city and all the sects there had opened up shops as a gathering place for everyone. This alone made him different from the seventh dimension. Entering the city was like entering a new country, a country where there were only Gods. It was an eye-opening experience.
Once they were inside the city, they headed straight for the large mansion of the Murong Clan. However, when they arrived there, they discovered that there was already a line of people with gifts in their hands waiting to meet the Murong Clan as well.
“It looks like we are just in time to join the Murong Clan banquet.”
“We have to prepare a gift ‘kus’ for them.”
“Come go and see the banquet!”
Meanwhile, the big house of the Murong Clan was already crowded with people. The main courtyard is full of tables with plenty of food prepared for the guests. However, all the attention of the guests was not on the food but on the battle ring set in the middle of the courtyard. On the ring stood a fresh-faced young man wearing a green robe who was cupping his hands saluting the surrounding spectators.
“Thank you all for coming to support me. I, Murong Batian, am lucky enough to have broken through to the Heavenly Realm and wish to invite those interested in competing with me to this ring. I hope by doing this I can learn more from the seniors with more experience than me and become a better fighter.”
This explains the reason for holding a banquet. The Murong Clan not only wanted to celebrate one of their own breakthroughs to the Heavenly Realm but also to highlight their own strength.
“Young Master Murong is too humble. You've been a great fighter!” Someone said.
“He's right! Let's all raise a glass for him!” Others cry.
“Thank you!” Murong Batian said and continued to his glass at once. “There are still many things I have to learn. Does anyone want to volunteer?”
“I'll ride!” A calm old man said then jumped into the ring. “My name is Shenhuo Daozun. Forgive me, Young Master Murong, if I offend you during the game.”
“No, it's an honor to compete with you. Can we get started?”
A magical barrier had been installed around the ring to prevent the wrong attack from flying out. However, even with that knowledge, the audience still felt afraid of the terrifying sight, and the countless light from the laws of the universe.
“Wow, did Murong Batian really just neutralize Shenhuo Daozun's holy fire attack?”
“Yes, but I also find it hard to believe! After all, Murong Batian had recently entered the Heavenly Realm whereas Shenhuo Daozun had been in the Heavenly Realm for thirty thousand years. Look, it looks like Shenhuo Daozun is showing signs of being suppressed.”
“You really have to hand it over to the Murong Clan for having produced other powerful fighters!”
“Did you all notice how, in the previous thousand years, the Murong Clan had produced four Heavenly Realm warriors? I wonder what their secret is.”
“I heard that the Murong Clan has the ability to break through their bottleneck with lightning speed.”
“Wow, impossible! They will definitely become the number one clan in the Eastern Wasteland if this continues.”
Reaching the level of the Heavenly Realm was truly a milestone to be admired. What was more impressive was that the Murong Clan could produce four Heavenly Realm warriors within a span of a thousand years since it was already an open secret that it would require at least a hundred thousand years of cultivation to even reach that level.
Suddenly, a thunderous loud explosion came from the direction of the ring. Murong Batian had punched the flaming fireball Shenhuo Daozun and sent him flying out of the ring. Murong Batian has won! The audience gasped and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
“Good game,” Murong Batian said with a smile.
“Indeed. I'm very flattered by your talent,” Shenhuo Daozun said.
Then, facing the audience once again, Murong Batian said, “Who wants to go to the second round?”
This time, there was no response from the crowd.
“You've proven yourself, Young Master Murong. No need to continue like this, ” said someone.
Hearing this, Murong Batian became satisfied with the thought that he had achieved his goal of showing his strength for everyone to see and thus, did not encourage others to come. He was about to walk out of the ring when he heard the delicate and enigmatic voice in the sky saying, “Who will reach the top at the end of the eternal path, Look at it is Xing Ya in her immeasurable Wisdom.”
Instantly, a commotion broke out in the crowd. Murong Batian leaped in fear when he heard the voice and started looking for the speaker. It was then that he saw a masked man wearing a white robe already standing on the ring. The masked man sideways at her and with his hands folded behind his back. His profile was one of cold arrogance.
‘Dia... very awesome!’ Everybody thinks. The line, especially, makes them want to prostrate themselves in worship.
However, Murong Batian's face was serious. “Because you stand here, does that mean you want to compete with me?”
‘Wrong! The only reason I stand here is because I want to show off my prowess. Ahhh, so this is what it feels like to be the center of attention,’ Xing Ya thought. He really enjoyed the spotlight of the crowd. “Competing? Don't you think you're thinking too much about yourself? Don't you know that in my eyes, you are just an ant? ”
“Oh, burn!” Crowd crying.
“What do you think you're doing? Do you want to make enemies of the Murong Clan? Murong Batian asked in a threatening tone.
Xing Ya stood in place and glanced sideways at Murong Batian. “You misunderstood me. I'm not directing those words at you but at the audience around us!”