Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 430: Using Five-Elements Spells Before Me?

“Qiu Jin’an? One of the sect leaders of Great Xia’s so-called Five Great Immortal Sects?” Fellow Daoist Meng sneered at Qiu Jin’an’s identity. He climbed up from the ground, though he wasn’t seriously injured. I only got hit earlier because Qiu Jin’an had ambushed me.

If we fight for real, the outcome is still uncertain.

He hailed from the golden age of the Great Yu Dynasty, when the Great Yu Dynasty rivaled even the current Great Xia Dynasty. As one of the few finest Fusion cultivators of that era, his status was no less than Qiu Jin’an’s. To have slumbered for several hundred millennia and awakened to implement his plans in the Great Era, he naturally had his unique strength.

Though Great Xia has numerous powerful figures now, several hundred thousand years have passed. Many cultivation techniques and spells would have been lost to time.

But I possess these very lost arts.

When one side wields lost cultivation techniques and spells and the other doesn’t, it’s obvious who is stronger.

“Sect Leader Qiu?!”

Lu Yang and the others were overjoyed. While these Great Yu cultivators were conceited and ignorant of Qiu Jin’an’s strength, how could they not know?

This is the same Sect Leader Qiu who held his own despite being tormented by the Dao-Seeking Nine since they were young! As the foremost practitioner of five-elements spells, even the Minister of Justice probably can’t defeat him!

Aside from the Taciturn Daoist Priest, the top Fusion cultivator, who dared to claim certain victory over Qiu Jin’an?!

“Qiu Jin’an?!” Zhao Po was floored but instantly relieved. The reputation of the Five Great Immortal Sects resounds through the Great Xia Dynasty, eclipsing our Corpse-Driving Sect.

Stealing glances at Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, he realized that though they were pleasantly surprised, their reactions were far calmer than his.

He suddenly recalled Meng Jingzhou’s curse, which was at the Half-Step Transcendent Tribulation level. Just who did he provoke? Previously, he was puzzled how Meng Jingzhou could make such enemies despite being at the Golden Core Stage.

But now, he was beginning to understand.

We’ve only been together for a few days, and I’ve already crossed paths with an archaic Fusion cultivator.

Man Gu was unshaken, for he had witnessed greater storms and participated in the annihilation of the Everlasting Creed. Those were much bigger than what’s happening now.

The Drowned Ghost was on the verge of dying again from terror. This matter is now far beyond me. Fusion cultivators from the Great Yu era? Sect leader of the Five Great Immortal Sects? These aren’t figures an insignificant water ghost like me should come into contact with.

As for Huang Zao’er, the insurance fraudster, she had fainted long ago.

Amidst their delight, Lu Yang thought of another question. “Wait, why is Sect Leader Qiu here? And how did he arrive at such an opportune moment?”

“Simple. He’s been following you,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy said matter-of-factly. Not even Qiu Jin’an’s stealth techniques could escape her notice.

“Following us? Since when?”

“Since you and Meng Jingzhou tried to enter the city but got caught in that landslide.”

“Isn’t that right from the very beginning?!”

“Not quite. The very beginning was when you entered that shady inn,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy corrected the flaw in Lu Yang’s logic.

Fellow Daoist Meng was unfazed by Qiu Jin’an and even wanted to attack. “Juniors of Great Xia, let me show you the might of archaic arts—Sky-Suspended Suns!”

The phantom images of bronze trees slowly materialized behind him. Two blazing suns flickered intermittently, radiating endless light and heat. A mere glance could make one feel like they were melting. At each sun’s core, a Jinwu crow spread its wings and screeched.

With a casual wave, Qiu Jin'an conjured a light barrier to shield Lu Yang and the others.

This was a Fusion cultivator’s killer move. Even brushing past it could potentially obliterate Lu Yang and the others.

Qiu Jin’an pondered, seeming to recall a description of this move in an ancient text, then spoke unhurriedly. “Legends say that ten Jinwu crows roosted upon the Fusang Tree[1] in the ancient era. Every day, one crow would set out for patrol and inspect the world. However, one day, all ten crows flew out together, bringing calamities upon the earth, and an ancient god shot down nine suns with his bow.

“In the Great Yu era, someone studied this ancient tale and found a segment of the Fusang Tree’s trunk. They fused it with the Jinwu Crow True Fire and created a mighty ability called ‘Heaven-Patrolling Ten Suns,’ elevating the power of Jinwu Crow True Fire to new heights.

“That person directly became a grandmaster of Fire Dao, founding the Heavenly Blaze Sect, whose fame spread across the world. But later, he disappeared, and the technique ‘Heaven-Patrolling Ten Suns’ vanished since then. The Heavenly Blaze Sect clung on for eight thousand years before enemies razed it.

“According to the records, that person’s Daoist title was Meng Tian True Lord.”[2]

Despite having his identity exposed by Qiu Jin’an, Fellow Daoist Meng didn’t panic, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. “Quite knowledgeable of you. Although I can only manifest ‘Heaven-Patrolling Two Suns,’ once I successfully reach the Transcendent Tribulation Stage, I’ll be able to cast ‘Heaven-Patrolling Five Suns,’ and at the Great Perfection Transcendent Tribulation Stage, it’ll be ‘Heaven-Patrolling Ten Suns,’ recreating the splendor as in ancient times! It’s a pity my cultivation lags behind my theories, but it's more than enough to get rid of you, youngster!

“I hereby establish the rule: I can cast Heaven-Patrolling Three Suns!”

Atop the Fusang Tree, a third sun blazed to life.

Given their proximity to Hanshui City, making too much commotion would inevitably attract the attention of the experts in the city, so Meng Tian knew he had to finish the battle as fast as possible. Hence, he skipped all preliminary attacks and unleashed his strongest move right from the outset! Fusion cultivators couldn’t create rules as they wished, else Meng Tian True Lord might have directly executed Heaven-Patrolling Ten Suns.

When Fusion cultivators fought, the rules they set typically fell into two categories: self-enhancement and enemy-restricting.

The strength of self-enhancement rules depended on the Fusion cultivator’s limits, and such rules were a method to stimulate one’s latent power.

On the other hand, enemy-restricting rules were limited by frequency parity. If you restrained the opponent once, they could do the same to you once. As the restriction methods were inexhaustible, a single misstep could spell disaster.

For example, during the battle between the Great Yu Fusion cultivator, who crafted a soul-summoning banner with beasts, and Vice Creed Leader Shi, the rule the former established was: Apart from me, everyone within five hundred zhang shall have their movements slowed.

To which Vice Creed Leader Shi countered with a rule: Within five hundred zhang, no one is allowed to use diabolic artifacts.

This was the manifestation of frequency parity.

The three suns now loomed overhead, and the Jinwu crows shrieked, seemingly heralding a reconstruction of ancient cataclysms.

“Go!” Meng Tian True Lord thrust two fingers downward, aiming at Qiu Jin’an and everyone behind him.

If Qiu Jin’an dodges, those behind him will undoubtedly die. I’m convinced he won’t!

“Ai—” Facing the three suns, Qiu Jin’an let out a long sigh. He stepped forward, while the Five-Colored Light Wheel behind him shone brilliantly and turned into a Five-Colored Divine Light. Anything that belonged to the Five Elements was within the divine light's command.

Swish! The three suns gradually dissolved under the radiance of the Five-Colored Divine Light.

“So, the fabled Heaven-Patrolling Ten Suns described to resemble natural disasters only amount to this.”

“How is that possible?!” Meng Tian True Lord’s eyes bulged. My strongest move was nullified just like that?!

He didn’t even establish a single “Rule!”

Before he could process what had happened, Qiu Jin’an’s figure blurred and stomped him into the ground. His foot carried the weight of one hundred thousand mountains, crushing Meng Tian True Lord until his limbs were splayed out.

Qiu Jin’an gazed down at him indifferently. “I’ve never met anyone who dares to use five-elements spells before me, not even those nine fellows from the Dao-Seeking Sect.”

1. The Fusang Tree is a mythical world tree. ☜

2. The name “Meng Tian” directly translates to hoodwinking the heavens. ☜

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