Immortal Only Accepts Female Disciples

A tidal wave of roiling white mist swept over the battlefield in the sky. It blinded all combatants within its dreary domain, a manifestation of a powerful immortal Dao. This mist was thick and suffocating. It was similar in effect to Chen Mo’s shadow fox domain ability but even more effective. Not only was it impossible to see, it was also difficult to move around or even breathe.

In this mist where he reigned supreme, Immortal Soaring Mist Xu Kaicheng launched into a series of quick and vicious attacks. Chen Wentian couldn’t tell exactly what was going on except for rapid explosions of spiritual energy that shook the mist and flashes of flame that disappeared a moment later.

Shocked and miserable shouts from the two bandit lords rang out, mixing together with their defiant roars. They tried their best but they couldn’t get rid of the mist domain. They couldn’t even find their opponent to properly fight back.

This was suppression through Dao attributes as well as sheer cultivation. Mist consisted of airborne droplets of water which naturally countered fire. Xu Kaicheng was also at the peak of the Spirit Lord Realm due to the power-boost pill.

Under such conditions, the best the bandits could hope for was to wear their opponent out until the domain lost enough energy. They could keep fighting but time wasn’t on their side. The longer they stayed, the greater chance for even more reinforcements. They could probably escape right now if they tried hard enough. On the other hand, as two proud immortals, fleeing like a pair of frightened rabbits under the circumstances also wasn’t acceptable.

After a few more exchanges, the two baldies made their decision.

Chen Wentian sensed a massive surge of flame energy and then something miraculous. The flames split from two into four and then into eight!

“What in the heavens!” Xu Kaicheng exclaimed.

Several more explosions followed before there was another shout, “Brother Chen, watch out!”

Chen Wentian didn’t have time to react as two naked pale-white bodies clad in crimson flames shot out of the mist in front of him. They were the two bandits, now completely devoid of clothes as well as hair. They looked like two fat, wrinkled, and overgrown babies. They were identical down to the smallest detail, even between their legs. It was impossible to tell them apart.

Chen Wentian briefly pondered about their missing beards and eyebrows as blue flames erupted from every pore of his body. He charged at the two naked monsters, doing his duty of keeping them away from the wounded Luo Ye. He raised his hands in the air and summoned a bit more of his flames this time. A barrage of blue fireballs erupted from his hands and stopped their advance, forcing them to resist with walls of crimson flame.

As he continued his attack, something caught his eye. Two additional figures emerged from behind the naked bandits. They flew by below him, heading straight for Luo Ye. Their bald heads and corpulent figures were distinctive.

“What?” Chen Wentian blurted.

It was impossible. He glanced at the two naked fatties he was still fighting and the two other fatties that were heading towards Luo Ye.

How were there four of them? There definitely should have only been two. Where did the other two bald heads come from?

He couldn’t make sense of the situation and didn’t know what to do. There were still two naked bandit lords in front of him so he couldn’t turn his back to them and help Luo Ye. He could only hope that Luo Ye could hold for a little while.

“Come here, old man!” One of the bandits shouted as he attacked the withered sect master.

The two streaking bandits converged together and collided with Luo Ye with a great bang.

A series of rapid blasts followed as fists met fists. The three immortals locked together in close quarters combat, drifting in and out of the mist. Blood sprayed like rain, though the source was unclear.

Chen Wentian remained facing his two baldies but retreated rapidly in Luo Ye’s direction. He didn’t want to lose Luo Ye in the chaos of battle. Sticking together was still better than being alone, especially against this strange Dao and so many enemies all of the sudden.

“Brother, don’t play around anymore, let’s finish this old fart off so we can take care of that blue flame guy!” One of the bandits fighting Luo Ye said.

“Insolent!” Luo Ye shouted, “Do you think you can bring me down with just this?”

Although he was frail and wounded, he seemed to be holding his own. His arms were bleeding profusely though it didn’t seem to be from any fresh injury. Instead, he was using the power of blood to empower his physical capabilities, a true testament to his moniker as Immortal Bleeding Fist.

Every time he swung his fist, a wide swath of the surrounding mist was blown away. The two bandits he was fighting also suffered and didn’t seem to be able to counter his attacks directly. As a result, they could only flit around him like annoying fireflies, unable to land a killing blow.

“Hahaha! Fine!” The other bandit bellowed with laughter, “Do it now!”

“Ha!” All four bandits within sight shouted in unison. There were also other shouts from within the mist.

A massive surge of spiritual energy overtook the entire domain.

Chen Wentian recoiled, putting up several walls of blue flame around him. He didn’t know what was going on so he could only defend.

In the next instant, there was a sort of deflating sensation as several sources of spiritual energy disappeared from his senses. At the same time, the two naked figures he had been fighting dissolved into thin air.

“Demon cocks!” Xu Kaicheng’s stunned reaction pierced through the mist from not too far away.

Chen Wentian whirled around to see two bandits still surrounding Luo Ye. Suddenly, their spiritual energies which were like two embers burst into towering infernos, to levels comparable to Xu Kaicheng.

“Magnifying Crimson Burst!” The twins bellowed.

The world around them seemed to freeze as a scorching blood-red flame surrounded their fists.

They attacked together, from the front and back. Luo Ye stood in the middle, with nowhere to run and no way to defend.

The two fists impacted the old immortal in his chest and in the middle of his back. There was a burst of chaotic energy as his immortal body failed against such a combination attack. He couldn’t hold on and could only watch as the two fists burned away his skin, then his flesh and bones, and left a gaping hole through his torso.

“Hahaha! Did you like that old man? Enjoy your last moments as our flames consume your body!”

Luo Ye gritted his teeth, blood pouring from his mouth as well as his open wound. He was at death’s doorstep and yet his eyes flashed with defiance. There was profound indignance as well as rage, emotions that refused to be extinguished just yet.

Luo Ye faced the bandit in front of him and grabbed hold of their arm with the last of his strength. The skin of his frail arms ruptured and the last of his blood flowed like a fountain.

“Ahh, my arm!” The other bandit bellowed, suddenly alarmed.

The old man’s blood-soaked fingers dug into their skin, ripping apart tendons and muscles, even reaching bone.

“Fucker, let go!”

Both bandits pummeled the dying man but Luo Ye didn’t let go. This was the last breath of an old immortal and it was fearsome. Although immortals often feared death during their long lives, when faced with the end, all the arrogance and dignity they carried with them for hundreds of years came bursting out. Luo Ye didn’t want to die but if he was going to die, he was going to take someone with him! This was what his last struggle signified!

Chen Wentian understood all of this with a glance and saw an opportunity. He couldn’t let this go; he wouldn’t disappoint this old immortal that he barely knew.

With a flash of blue flame, he appeared behind the bandit that was still struggling to break free. He summoned the power of the divine blue dragon and in an instant, the flames he wielded transformed into something that was incomprehensible.

“Who?” The bandit shouted.

Chen Wentian’s right hand formed into an unbelievably sharp blade of divine energy.

Flames of the Arcadian Sky, 3rd Phase, Cerulean Strike!

In one swift blow, his hand decimated the bandit’s crimson flames, pierced through their back, and ripped their heart to shreds.

This strike contained the true might of a divine blue dragon. It specialized in close range and supreme destructive power at a single point. There was nothing that could have stopped that blade of blue flames, not even a set of Spirit Lord armor!

“Thank… you.” A weak voice uttered.

Chen Wentian looked up sharply. His eyes barely caught Luo Ye’s before the old man breathed his last breath and collapsed.

“Brother! Brother Yibo!” The remaining bandit howled but the other one was already dead.

Chen Wentian responded by surrounding himself and the two bodies with a massive burst of ordinary blue flames. He wanted to defend against an enraged Wang Yipo but he also wanted to mask the aura of the blue dragon left over by his last attack. At the same time, he collected the two dying souls around him.

He didn’t think of collecting any souls when he planned this ambush play. But the opportunity arose and he couldn’t help it. It was a risk to utilize dragon flames but not everything could be gained without risk. The prospect of two more immortal souls to fuel his progress towards the Spirit King Realm was too good to pass up.

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