Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being

Chapter 612 - The Situation is Reversed

Edited by Ea

The time was not yet right.

Still, the chance would come.

Ying Guanchao suddenly pulled up his body and disappeared from Yan Tianhen’s sight. Yan Tianhen deepened his focus, knowing that the next move was Goose Landing in Flat Sand. He couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy–

The Goose Landing in Flat Sand move meant that the sword holder could disappear in midair, making it hard for others to see him. But all of a sudden, from a certain position, he would make a surprise move to defeat the enemy. The move was somewhat like Hiding Moon, but the target was more concentrated and the killing power was greater than Hidden Moon.

If Ying Guanchao used all of his cultivation, Yan Tianhen couldn’t block it no matter what, but he was sure that Ying Guanchao, even though he hated Yan Tianhen very much, would never dare to take advantage of this opportunity to kill him. At most, it was just to make him suffer some serious injuries.

As long as the Ying family was still serving the Purple Emperor’s Heavenly Capital, and Yan Tianhen was the second successor, he wouldn’t dare let an “accident” happen under the eyes of the public.

However, Yan Tianhen didn’t plan to face it head-on either.

He shook a carved surface on his wrist and saw a ferocious face reflected on it. The man’s eyes turned slightly, and he backhand threw a thunderbomb. With a bang, Ying Guanchao screamed. It turned out that he was caught off guard and couldn’t escape. The thunderbomb exploded in the sky and burned his face! New chapters are published on NoᴠelFɪre.net

“Oh!” The sound of the thunderbomb was so deafening, it almost scared people out of their wits. How could Yan Tianhen be so bold?!

There were also several changes in the faces of the gentlemen on stage. The competition also had a bottom line. If a magic weapon was extremely powerful, it wouldn’t be allowed to be used. Nine times out of ten, this thunderbomb could kill him!

“Quickly separate them!” Sword Saint Yaoguang’s expression changed greatly and angrily said, “This is ridiculous!”

Lin Xuanzhi squinted at the smoky arena surface and said, “Wait first. Ah Hen is not a person who doesn’t know the rules.”

“That’s a thunderbomb!” Sword Saint Yaoguang said.

Thunderbomb, as the name implied, could explode, and it could be inferred from Ying Guanchao’s miserable cry that the quality of the thunderbomb was definitely not low. This thing was mostly used to kill enemies on the battlefield. In any case, it was too much to be used in a competition.

It was unknown what was added to these bombs. After the explosion, they began to emit white smoke. This white smoke was so thick that not even people with excellent eyesight could see what was happening inside. They could only see two figures still fighting.

What Yan Tianhen wanted was such an opportunity.

He used a move called “Rising Tide,” which could make the sharp sword intent wrap around the blind Ying Guanchao, making him lose his vision and leaving him confused. Then, he took advantage of the dense fog to disperse and made another move called the “Sea Clouds of Death,” which suddenly took all lingering sword intent and twisted them all around the Teal Frost in Ying Guanchao’s hand.

When the fog came to an end, Yan Tianhen was standing at the end of the stage with a smile, holding the ugly rusty sword in his right hand and Teal Frost in his left.

“You–” Ying Guanchao was almost speechless. Besides being wrapped tightly in some white sticky thread which couldn’t be named, he could hardly move. His clothes were also stained with many red and green things, and he didn’t know what the hell they were.

Yan Tianhen’s smug and playful smile looked like he was asking for a beating. “Senior Martial Brother Ying, your cultivation is higher than mine and your age is older than mine, so I can only think of other methods to win. However, Senior Martial Brother’s hand is not steady enough. You couldn’t even grip your own sword. You need more practice.”

Ying Guanchao’s face was blue and black, so dark that water could be wrung out. He gritted his teeth and said, “Yan Tianhen, we are competing with swords, not magic weapons.”

Yan Tianhen responded, “This is not true. I reported a miscellaneous Dao competition, not a pure sword competition. This competition didn’t say that I could only use a sword. It only said that if I use a sword, I must bring the sword that I earned from Hidden Sword Peak.”

Ying Guanchao’s left hand was hanging on his side. When he wanted to make a fist, he found that his hand was out of his control and couldn’t grip it at all.

Just before when fighting with his Teal Frost, he didn’t know what tricks Yan Tianhen used, but the rusty sword climbed along Teal Frost and went up his hand, and slapped him on his wrist with the back angle of the sword, turning his whole arm numb, and he couldn’t hold his sword anymore.

When he wanted to get his sword, it had already been taken away by Yan Tianhen.

It was evil, really disgusting!

Ying Guanchao clenched his teeth. “How can someone of your status be so opportunistic? Prince Yan, you are a royal man of the Purple Emperor’s Heavenly Capital and the second successor. Can you face yourself by doing this?”

Yan Tianhen hooked his lips. “When you compete, you can’t care about your identity. Otherwise, if you dare to raise your sword at me, you would be dead. How can you compete?”

Ying Guanchao probably had never seen such a brazen and shameless person. He choked and couldn’t speak.

Sword Saint Yaoguang could not help but gasp. “Yan Tianhen is a sophist. How about joining the Literary Academy?”

The Literary Academy was a Dao school of writing, whose disciples usually didn’t associate with the martial disciples of Myriad Dao Academy. They wrote books and articles every day, recording the great events that happened in Myriad Dao Academy or Ethereal City, or trying to complete the incomplete secret scripts.

These disciples, who knew astronomy and geography well, were also good at playing go. They were articulate and eloquent. All of them were like encyclopedias, and most of them had the same characteristics–

They were all people of Ethereal City.

Lin Xuanzhi chuckled and shook his head. “Ah Hen is not suitable for going to the Literary Academy.”

Sword Saint Yaoguang asked, “Why?”

Lin Xuanzhi said, “I don’t want the gentlemen of the Literary Academy to be angry and vomit blood. Most of these gentlemen are very fragile.”

Sword Saint Yaoguang, “...”

I didn’t think of this. Huarong Sword Immortal sure is thoughtful.

Yan Tianhen did not play according to the usual principle, and soon someone asked this side whether it was compliant.

Lin Xuanzhi just asked faintly, “Can there be a rule that you are not allowed to use magic weapons, pills, talismans, and arrays?”

The disciple who came to ask was a little embarrassed and said, “This is not clearly stipulated. After all, not all of these disciples are sword cultivators.”

Lin Xuanzhi nodded. “Since there are no rules stated, it is not against the rules.”

The disciple opened his mouth. Looking at the fascinating face of Huarong Sword Immortal, he said in a trance, “But, the magic weapon used by Younger Martial Brother Yan is by no means available to ordinary people, which is too unfair.”

Lin Xuanzhi said, “This is an unfair competition, to begin with. Most of the senior disciples have higher cultivation than the freshmen, but they have to compete with each other. Moreover, fighting between cultivators is not only about weapons and swords. When they reach a certain realm, they will not make any attacks casually. The fight would then turn to magic weapons, talismans, arrays, pills, and so on. Luck and background are also a kind of strength.”

The disciple had always been convinced of Lin Xuanzhi. He had already summoned up the courage to ask a few questions. After hearing Lin Xuanzhi’s gentle explanation, the disciple was so elated that he didn’t even remember what day it was anymore. How could he ask again?

Therefore, the disciple immediately nodded and said, “What Huarong Sword Immortal said is very true. When you fight for real, who cares how you win?”

The disciple immediately ran back and told fellow disciples who were waiting for the verdict. After the disciple left, Sword Saint Tianshu swept his eyes to Lin Xuanzhi. “You are very overprotective of him.”

Lin Xuanzhi smiled. “I’m just being reasonable.”

“If everyone is like this, then this kind of assessment is unnecessary.”

Lin Xuanzhi replied, “Therefore, I suggest that the loopholes in the competition manual should be filled up. Starting from tomorrow, the competitors can only use their main cultivation paths and are not allowed to casually use pills, talismans, weapons, or arrays.”

Sword Saint Tianshu, “...Dog man!”

Yan Tianhen won against Ying Guanchao.

After inspection, the so-called “thunderbomb” he used only looked like it was greatly lethal, but actually did not hurt people. It was only able to split into thousands of sticky and intractable silks during blasting, which bound the enemy, and then cast out fog that was hard to see through with the naked eye to confuse sight.

On that day, the results came out, and Yan Tianhen got the grade A and passed the examination smoothly. This also meant that Yan Tianhen could accept missions and leave Myriad Dao Academy from now on. Yan Tianhen was naturally happy.

On the evening of that day, Yan Tianhen, with Gu Ruyu and Qi Feiqing, took advantage of the Myriad Dao Academy exam and the opening of the gate to go to the biggest restaurant in Ethereal City to drink.

In the biggest restaurant, there were no performers. The restaurant looked simple, elegant and low-key, but the bamboo curtains above and the potted plants inadvertently placed on the shelves as decorations could reflect the richness of the owner’s family.

Yan Tianhen and the others originally wanted a private box, but in the end, because the box was already full, they had to settle for second best and went to a cubicle. One of the advantages of the cubicle was its excellent location, ventilation, and the chance to enjoy the scenery outside.

Yan Tianhen waited until the waiter came up. “Bring up your sweet duck, crystal sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake, wild silkworm frozen buns, purple gold custard buns, Mei fish, and add two pots of White Jade Spring.”

“Great!” The waiter was a lovable child with a clever smile and said, “Daoists are very knowledgeable and experienced. All these are our signature dishes here. This wine is also the best wine.”

Yan Tianhen was a little proud and said, “Naturally. I’m not boasting, but no matter where I go, when I meet delicacies, I can tell the good from the bad with one bite.”

“Then you are really good,” The waiter paid a few compliments again and then yelled to report the dishes.

After the waiter left, Gu Ruyu looked at Yan Tianhen with his brow raised. “When did you come here to eat? I remember we only came here once before, and we didn’t eat these kinds of food.”

Yan Tianhen smiled and said, “If I don’t come with you, I can always come with Huarong Sword Immortal, right?”

Qi Feiqing struck the table. “You have gone too far. It’s clear that in this year, all the disciples of the sect are forbidden to go out. Basically, the sect is completely closed off. You and Huarong Sword Immortal sneaked out without telling us. We could’ve gone with you and gotten some free food.”