With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 749 - 593: Spurring On, Forging Weapons, and King Xiang’s Persuasion to Stay!

Chapter 749: Chapter 593: Spurring On, Forging Weapons, and King Xiang’s Persuasion to Stay!

After speaking, Meng Chuan bypassed her and walked toward the foot of the nearby mountain by himself.

Seeing that he really ignored her, Ling Qiaofeng frowned, stamped her foot in anger, and took out a radiant, long spear from her sachet.

This spear looked quite peculiar.

Distinct phoenix feathers wrapped around the spear’s neck, extending to the shaft with gold and red embellishments, emitting a colorful radiance under the sunlight.

The spearhead was over a foot long, with a tip curved like a phoenix’s beak, a faint crimson glow subtly appearing and disappearing along the blade, as if breathing.

Yang Yuelian flipped and leaped, landing in front of Meng Chuan.

With her hands behind her back, she pointed the spearhead diagonally downward, looking down from a height, relying on the mountain’s altitude.

Meng Chuan stared at the blade tip, feeling a slight tingling sensation on his skin.

It was indeed a fine spear, extremely sharp, and although he wasn’t sure of its rank, it was definitely stronger than the Tiger Soul.

Her phoenix eyes were charming yet cunning, with an eyeliner accentuating the long, upward curves, appearing both heroic and slightly fox-like.

Strings of fire flickered from the corners of her eyes, swirling across her cheeks, bursting like the tail of a firebird, with a faint red phoenix aura rising from behind her, spreading its wings.

"Meng Chuan! How do you know if you can or can’t without trying?"

Meng Chuan slightly raised his head, feeling the heat and sharpness.

"So stubborn..."

He sighed inwardly, as if seeing his former self...

He might as well satisfy her.

"Go ahead."

Ha!

Yang Yuelian moved with lightning speed, erecting her spear. The phoenix cried into the sky, and the phoenix aura behind her soared instantly, as deeper crimson flames converged at the spear’s tip in her perception.

Step...

A circle of flame redder than a phoenix’s blaze spread, an intangible force surged skyward, as fiery waves clashed with the fire phoenix. In an instant, the phoenix let out a mournful cry mid-air, wilting instantly.

The collision of intents and stances didn’t produce an unexpected result.

As the aura burst forth, Meng Chuan raised his hand, precisely striking the spear tip resembling a phoenix’s beak.

The already unstable fire phoenix completely dissipated, like a wild wind blown away by a banana leaf fan.

The force continued unimpeded through the spear tip, conveyed to the hands holding the spear.

Hiss...

Yang Yuelian was shocked.

The tiger’s mouth split with cracks, unable to hold the spear shaft, which emitted a clear phoenix hum, slipping out like an afterimage, wobbling into the ground a hundred meters away.

The engulfing blade deeply embedded into the mountain, with only the shaft seemingly still digesting the immense impact, swaying like an afterimage.

Boom—!

The mountain body roared, ants and insects scurried away.

Dust and sand mixed with smoke rose, as if the entire mountainside was sounding an alarm.

Before the obstructing thick fog dispersed or Yang Yuelian could react, an even thicker brown mist gushed forth, as a massive hand formed by piled rocks shot into the sky, flipping its palm down!

Darkness fell over Yang Yuelian’s head instantly; though there were no visible restraints around her, she felt as if she was shackled in place by invisible chains.

The darkness overhead grew deeper, the massive palm nearing the top of her head.

Unable to control her body’s instincts, Yang Yuelian trembled, gritting her teeth as she struggled desperately, but couldn’t move under Meng Chuan’s surging aura...

After an unknown length of time, she went soft all over, seemingly giving up the struggle.

Meng Chuan withdrew his extended hand, snapping his fingers. The earthen energy surrounding the rock-forged giant palm disintegrated and shattered.

Dust sprinkled over her head.

With a flushed complexion and her chest slightly heaving, the freed Yang Yuelian stumbled.

As her eyes flashed, her legs suddenly surged, sprinting to Meng Chuan and raising her hand to strike.

Meng Chuan was already beyond the "age" of needing to see with his eyes.

The moment the other’s aura moved, it was entirely within his perception.

With a sharp motion, his left hand formerly behind his back shot out, capturing Yang Yuelian’s wrist from her sneak attack.

If he applied force, she’d lose a hand on the spot.

Yet, Meng Chuan was tender-hearted...

He kept holding her like that, his eyes meeting Yang Yuelian’s. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

An intangible aura coalesced into a devilish mist, suddenly enveloping her.

As Yang Yuelian met those eyes, especially the left one, her brow twitched sharply.

Her heart pounded "thud thud" as if roaring noise, jumping tenfold its usual pace.

It wasn’t the feeling of attraction; under his aura, it felt like death...

Meng Chuan released her, and she stood frozen, unmoving.

As if savoring the experience.

"Is the gap...this wide..."

Yang Yuelian wasn’t arrogant; she had prepared for failure before setting out.

But she hadn’t anticipated this; losing was expected.

Why was the gap between them so immense!

The two moves just now from Meng Chuan...

Frankly speaking, they felt like an adult teasing a child...

Dust and fog settled back onto the mountain range, as cold wind from the horizon swept thin ice.

She was cold all over, but her heart was even colder...

The first battle today had been a wake-up call.

It was unimaginable how someone could possess such overwhelming power!

The intense heartbeat offered her a hint of solace.

It wasn’t just shock but also the secret workings of the [Combat Mind].

Memorizing Meng Chuan’s force, techniques, and more, keeping them in her heart for reflection...

This was part of her purpose for this journey.

Who would have thought just one punch...

No, just one fingertip would yield such a rich harvest.

Her heart still trembled, but looking toward the figure going up the mountain, she quickly got up to follow.

What gains would two more punches bring?

Yang Yuelian muttered to herself:

He’s truly a treasure boy...

...

Xiang King’s Tomb.

The various scenes from the previous [Yong’an Eight-School Joint Exam] that took place here seemed like yesterday.

Visiting the place again, Meng Chuan found it rather intriguing.

The dilapidated pavilion now stood before his eyes.

He had once defeated a hidden void-type Celestial Demon here, seizing the first marker.

Bypassing this spot, he continued upward, pondering the "path taken".