Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Chapter 1097

Shadow

Over seventy ultimate immortals, who did not sleep a wink and meditated or tried intimidating other competitors instead, were cast in crimson; how the sun gave dawn without even the asking or earning of the light. There were no more fights after the clashes yesterday as everyone wanted to preserve their energy. As the sunrise drifted in, the competitors prepared themselves to prove they were the luckiest or mightiest.

Xiao Ran, prodigy from Shadowless Sect, Shangguan Lin and Murong Yun stood on a slanted boulder casting its shadow on the border of Ultimate Immortals Valley.

“Still not here?” muttered Xiao Ran.

Shangguan Lin peered down to three shadows in the mist in the valley, “Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s four disciples haven’t, but they have.”

Xiao Ran looked down at the three shadows that the violent gust could not budge and lifted up the corner of his lips. Among the trio in the valley was shadow race’s Yu Mo, ultimate immortal rank nineteen. The three below locked eyes with the three eyeing them.

Zoom!

Shangguan Lin and Murong Yun’s alarms went off until they confirmed to was Chu Xiachi who approached them.

“What’s good? Xiao Ran, you still not going to fight?” questioned Chu Xiachi, sitting down on a rock.

Xiao Ran answered, “We eventually will. Now is not the time with so many cultivators gathered.”

Upon sensing the hostility directed at him from below, Chu Xiachi flashed his pearly whites. “Hi, Yu Mo.”

The density of the fog increased, hiding the three at the bottom.

“Wow, so rude. Could’ve responded. You cowards are boring.” Chu Xiachi yawned.

Shangguan Lin growled, “You talking about us, as well?”

“I thought that was obvious.” Chu Xiachi glanced at Shangguan Lin out the corner of his eyes.

Xiao Ran pulled Shangguan Lin back. “Brother Chu, you should be aware of what our goal is, I assume.”

“Yeah, you’re after Cheng Yan.” Chu Xiachi lied back and shielded his eyes from sunrays with leaves.

“And Mu Yu.”

“Mu Yu? Why?”

“Cheng Yan would’ve shared our secret with Mu Yu. We can’t let any outsiders learn our secret.”

“Hahaha, Shadow Synthesis also belongs to shadow race, doesn’t it?”

“That’s why we might work with them to fight those two this time.”

“Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s Celestial Swords Nine Catalysts is leagues ahead of your Shadow Synthesis. I highly doubt they’d bother learning your discipline.”

“Whether they learn it or not doesn’t change the fact that they know our secret. We must secure our secret no matter what.”

“How? Silence them? If they were so fragile, soul race would’ve offed them already.”

“Which side are you on, Brother Chu?”

Dangling a blade of hay from his mouth, Chu Xiachi blithely answered, “I’m a resident of Third Heaven.”

“So am I.”

“Not your ancestors. You’re not on Third Heaven’s side,” Chu Xiachi disputed sneeringly.

Though Shangguan Lin and Murong Yun wore their hostility toward Chu Xiachi as a coat, Xiao Ran remained cool.

“Understood. Haha, the soul race’s five are… strong.”

“Scared?”

“No. We both know the significance of the nine mystic immortals. I’m just emphasising that, although they may be strong, Yu Mo isn’t weak. You follow?”

Chu Xiachi sat up and slipped the two leaves into his sleeves. “And you know Sword Shadow Dust Gale doesn’t have only two disciples, right?”

“Of course. I also know the true nature of Ximen Buxing and Wanwan. That only makes six of them, at most.”

“Nine.”

“How so? Even if you help them, that’s only seven.”

“By the way, you haven’t forgotten that you might not win just because you have superior cultivation in the nine mystics contest, have you?”

“The chance is nominal.”

“But not zero.” Chu Xiachi got up and dusted himself off. He created a makeshift veranda with his hands as he peered toward the sun and then back down at his shadow. He tested to see that his shadow mimicked his leg lifts and stomps accordingly, then said, “Lucky my shadow is a good boy, yeah? Shadow, stick with me. Once we’re filthy rich, we can party our days away.”

Shangguan Lin and Murong Yun did not take kindly to the jab. Once Chu Xiachi left, Shangguan Lin griped, “Young Master, why can’t we just kill him? We should kill him now that you have reached Apotheosis Realm, should we not?”

“Keep training for a few more decades before you worry about that, you without the shadow.”

Shangguan Lin could not believe Chu Xiachi could hear him from so far away, let alone rock his brain so hard that blood spilt from his ears. “He’s also reached Apotheosis Realm!” Shangguan Lin told himself as he tried to regain balance. Nobody else seemed to hear what Chu Xiachi said, though.

Xiao Ran, peering into the dense mist, could not afford to waste energy on Chu Xiachi when Mu Yu and Cheng Yan were his primary targets.

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