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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“What… what is going on?” Lonemoon had not recovered from the initial shock. He moved to stand up but found that his leg felt like it weighed a thousand kilograms. There was no way he would be able to move.

n“Master!” Yi Qing quickly moved toward them and looked at the person on the floor. “Who… is this?” Why did he fall down from what seemed to be the Lightning Tribulation?

n“I don’t know, but…” Shen Ying frowned, “the last two bolts of lightning were from him.”

n“Him? But those were bolts of Violet Nightfall Heavenly Lightning from the Heavenly Dao. How can someone… He trailed off, as if having suddenly thought of something. He studied the stranger’s aura and his expression darkened, “You are an Immortal of the Upper World.”

nEverybody was stunned. They looked closely and found that his body is indeed surrounded by Immortal Qi.

n“Pfft, you know I am from the Upper World and you’re not going to back off?” The person was clearly furious. He glared at each person around him as if they were dirt underneath the sole of his shoes. “You wretched woman, what spells did you cast on me?” He could not shake it off.

nShen Ying didn’t move. She stood atop him, one foot on his shoulder. Lonemoon tried to pull together his battered body and asked, “If you’re an immortal, why are you trying to stop me from ascending?”

n“Pfft!” The man scoffed. He glanced at the group even more condescendingly, “There is no such thing as Immortal Ascension in this world.”

nNo such thing as Immortal Ascension!

n“What do you mean?” Lonemoon had already successfully completed the Lightning Tribulation.

n“It means none of you can ascend,” the man mocked. He did not seem worried about his own situation at all. “You’re just part of a small world, yet you dream of achieving immortality? What a joke! Let’s not talk about going through 83 bolts of divine lightning – you won’t even be fit to become an immortal even if you go through double of that. There is simply no such thing as a Heavenly Gate in this realm.”

n“No Heavenly Gate?”

n“That’s right. I wanted to use the Lightning Tribulation to destroy your immortal bones and save your life. If you form immortal bones, this world will reject you immediately. Even if a cultivator like you achieves immortality, you would not be able to withstand the pressures of Heaven and Earth.”

n“That’s impossible.” He had just survived 81 bolts of divine lightning and felt the Heavenly Beam. He didn’t know why the beam hadn’t shone down onto him.

n“Believe it or not, it’s your choice!” He laughed coldly, “Why don’t you think about whether there has been one single cultivator from this realm that has achieved Immortal Ascension?”

n“…” Lonemoon fell silent. After all these years, the only person whom he heard had achieved immortality was the ancestor of the Yu Family. After what happened with the Immortal Ascension Pagoda, he knew that ancestor had not actually succeeded – he had turned into a demon. That means nobody ascended into immortality. At that moment, he felt completely confused. Was there really no Heavenly Gate in this realm?

n“Then which gate did you come from?” Shen Ying asked.

nThe man in the pit suddenly paused and turned pale.

nThe crowd began to react. That’s right, if an immortal could come down to the Lower Realm, how can there be no Heavenly Gate? This man was lying!

n“I’ll ask you one more time,” Shen Ying’s expression darkened. “Why did you add extra bolts of lightning to the Nine Nine Lightning Tribulation?”

nIt is called the Nine Nine Lightning Tribulation, yet there were 82 bolts of lightning – 83 for Father Niu. It was obvious he was trying to stop people from ascending into immortality.

nPanic flashed in the person’s eyes, but he did not respond. He looked extremely suspicious, as if he hiding something. Then, he threatened them, “You… All of you, I don’t care what kind of methods you used to capture me, but I advise you to release me immediately or you would not be able to bear the wrath of the immortals from the Upper Realm.”

n“Oh really?” Shen Ying narrowed her eyes. She raised the leg which was on the man’s shoulder and stepped on his face instead. She pushed his head down into the ground. All they heard were muffled sounds coming from under her foot. She imitated his tone, “Then try me, see if I can handle your wrath?”

n“Ri- ridiculous!” He was furious now. A white light shone onto his body as a surge of Immortal Qi burst forth, cutting the air, heading straight for Shen Ying. The sinister immortal suppression forced everybody around to crumble and fall to their knees.

nNot good!

n“Master!” Yi Qing exclaimed, alarmed.

nYet…

nNothing happened.

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nShen Ying continued stepping on his face, even more forcefully than before.

nThe crowd: “…”

n“What’s wrong?” Shen Ying looked confused.

n“No… nothing.” Sect Master is magnificent.

n“Hof fan fith be (How can this be)!” The man’s expression was one of pure shock. He was not even speaking clearly. He had used all of his powers, yet it did not affect her in the least. What kind of person is she?

nJust as he tried to figure this out, Shen Ying removed her foot from his face and grabbed his collar. As if she was plucking radishes, she lifted him off the ground and angrily warned, “You better tell the truth or I will dig another pit in the ground with your body.”

n“You…” He was really panicking now. Several expressions flickered past his face. Suddenly looking as if he thought of something, he scoffed, “Pfft, you are just a bunch of mortals who do not know their own strength! So what if you catch me? Today is “Day of Re-Harvest”. When the time comes, I will come back to settle the score with you. Then, you can only dream of escaping.”

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nWhat ‘Day of Re-Harvest’?”

nHe did not answer her, but laughed maniacally. His eyes were once again filled with disdain as he imagined them lying dead on the ground.

n“You’re not going to talk?” Shen Ying sighed. People had to be beaten to learn their lesson. She released her grip on his collar and kicked him hard in the back. There was a loud cracking sound, and the man flew a couple of metres.

nHis immortal bones were broken. He spit out blood, but still refused to speak.

n“Little Green, you handle this!” Shen Ying waved. “Hit him until he talks!”

n“Yes, Sect Master!” Si Yu nodded and began punching him.

nHe looked at Si Yu with disdain and said, “Pfft! A mere mortal – what damage can you…”

nBefore he could finish, he saw a flurry of muscle before his eyes and found himself flying through the air. Her fist had hit him straight in his core.

nPu…

nThe blood spurted out from his body, three feet into the air.

n“You… you’re a body cultivator!” How could this be!

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nThe cultivators in the mortal world all trained using the Spirit Qi. No matter what sword techniques they used, they needed Spirit Qi to sustain their training. He had Immortal Qi to protect his body, so Spirit Qi would not be able to harm his body. But… body cultivators did not need Spirit Qi to train. They relied purely on their strength. What’s more, his immortal bones had been broken and there was no immortal spell or technique he could use to defend himself against their attack.

nWithin minutes, the immortal who had been so cocky before got beaten beyond recognition. He spat blood out of his mouth so that his mouth looked like a blood fountain.

nSi Yu followed her Sect Master’s instructions strictly. She punched him continuously for a half hour before she finally stopped and stomped her leg down on his face as Shen Ying had done earlier. She nudged the person next to her.

n“Senior Sister Yu Hong, can you substitute me for a moment? I need a break.”

n“Alright!” Yu Hong clenched her fist and stepped forward.

nThe Immortal: “…”

nDo you have to go to this extent – that you would find a substitute to punch someone?

nShit! She’s also a body cultivator. What kind of **hole is this?

n“I’nn sveak (I’ll speak)… I’nn sveak!” Can’t he choose to speak now?

nWait a moment!

nHe already said he would speak; why were they still hitting him? What’s wrong with these people? Help!

nAll the body cultivators: “…”

nIt had been long before they trained on a punching bag with such great resistance. Line up, everyone, no shoving!

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