Stronger from Earth

Chapter 222 221: A Bit Mischievous

The prison cell seemed to be composed of only dozens of golden light pillars, but in reality, even air couldn't circulate, let alone Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and Divine Thought.

Therefore, Wang Xuan and Zhao Hao were effectively trapped inside. Without resources, cultivation was impossible. No matter how long they stayed inside, their cultivation levels would make little progress.

This kind of punishment, wasting life and losing freedom, was severe for cultivators.

Watching Zhao Hao constantly consume spiritual objects to recover, Wang Xuan estimated that the good things this guy brought out in half an hour could buy several interstellar battleships without any problem.

But the damage to the flesh body and soul was not so easy to recover. Zhao Hao couldn't restore himself even if he emptied his pockets, at least not in such a prison cell.

Half an hour afterward, Zhao Hao had little good stuff left, with only some spirit crystals and pills remaining. His injuries had partially healed, but the rest would have to heal slowly without resources.

"The longer you're confined, the better. Zhao Hao, if your injuries aren't promptly addressed, you'll leave behind sequelae and affect your future,"

Wang Xuan stood speaking without back pain; their treatments were similar, but he wasn't in a rush, whereas Zhao Hao should be.

Dozens of immortal peaches were laid out on the ground; Wang Xuan munched on one casually. Even if confined here for ten days to a couple of years, he wouldn't fall behind in cultivation because of the small mountain-like pile of immortal peaches, spirit stones, and spirit crystals in his possession.

Being a Pill Master himself, his wealth surpassed that of ordinary Celestial Immortals, with a level of affluence that was astonishing, incomparable to Zhao Hao.

Lying on the ground with his legs crossed, Wang Xuan happily ate the immortal peaches, and the Golden Core Power he consumed was quickly restored after digesting the peaches.

In less than a quarter hour, he was as good as ever.

Zhao Hao was still consuming pills incessantly; the Celestial Grade pills were gone, and more than half of the Earth Grade pills were used up. He could only rely on secret techniques to recover his injuries repeatedly.

"Hmph!" He shot a cold glance at Wang Xuan.

The injuries caused by the decapitation weren't just about reconnecting flesh and blood. The loss of vital energy, the tearing caused by the temporary severance of meridians, and the soul-slaying and god-punishing effects of the Divine Thought Sword.

Every injury was precarious; even if healed, it would delay his cultivation for more than half a year, which meant that in the next half year, his cultivation level would remain stagnant.

Thinking of this, his heart ached deeply, his face twitched uncontrollably, and he was indescribably depressed. For him, it was an unimaginably bad news.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Xuan, trapped in the prison cell, watched the comings and goings of immortals like gods at the Gate of Hell, all from far and wide.

Unfortunately, meeting in this way meant he was the one being punished, losing face was inevitable, but many people also cast surprised glances.

A Sky Realm going up against a Dharma Body Realm, and Wang Xuan not only gravely injured the opponent but also managed to escape unscathed.

Such behavior by Wang Xuan could be deemed a brave act, earning him a reputation, quickly bringing fame to him in Divine Land.

"Isn't Wang Xuan a genius Pill Master? How is his combat power also so strong, managing to injure Zhao Hao?"

"This Zhao Hao is quite unworthy of his name; to be injured at the Peak of Dharma Body by Wang Xuan of the Sky Realm is utterly ludicrous."

The more they learned about it, the more surprise they showed with peculiar looks, all inquiring about what experiences Wang Xuan had and what kind of opportunities he had obtained.

They speculated, as greed rose in their hearts. Perhaps many would keep their distance fearing Immortal Martial Mountain, but even if only a thousandth of a percent acted, Wang Xuan wouldn't find peace.

"These fools, eyeing me without checking their own cultivation, how many surpass Zhao Hao? Idiots," Wang Xuan scolded.

Anyone trying to kill him would have to bear the consequences.

Otherwise, once discovered, they'd have to face the backlash from Immortal Martial Mountain. Immortal Martial Mountain has twenty or thirty True Immortal Third Realm Void Powerhouses, and quite a few Half-Step Immortals too.

Moreover, Martial Immortal isn't dead, who dares act so brazenly?

If someone tried to investigate, any incident that happened on the Mother Star, Martial Immortal could surely find out. Unless paying with life, or having a screw loose, there isn't anyone within the Federation daring to kill a True Disciple of Immortal Martial Mountain.

The deaths of True Disciples from Immortal Martial Mountain, none went unresolved over these centuries, with no culprit escaping justice.

"Unfortunately, there will still be some taking action, as long as it doesn't endanger my life." Wang Xuan thought to himself, this was Zhao Hao's overt plot, creating considerable trouble for him.

Waving his hand, Wang Xuan summoned Zhou Chengwu, courteously inquiring, "Senior Brother, may I ask which elder is responsible for imprisoning me? When can I leave?"

Zhou Chengwu glanced at the Realm Gate, saying, "It was done by Third Master, as for when you can leave, how would I know?"

"There must be a conclusion, right?" Wang Xuan said, being confined like this indefinitely was too annoying.

"Hehe." Zhou Chengwu suddenly laughed, shaking his head, "You might have been forgotten by Third Master; he's busy cultivating and watching the powerhouses in the Hell Realm, having no time to care about you.

You might have to wait ten or eight years until he finds the time to address your and Zhao Hao's matters."

Wang Xuan was at a loss for words; indeed, for peak Half-Step Immortal practitioners, such mighty pillars, this small matter was beneath notice, previously only done in passing.

Two Earth Immortals clashing was really a sesame-sized matter.

"Then it's over,"

His words were loud, heard clearly by Zhao Hao who was meditating to recover his injuries. If Wang Xuan found it somewhat bothersome, the news made Zhao Hao restless with agitation.

Unable to sit still, Zhao Hao couldn't settle down anymore. Meditating here was useless; if detained for ten days or half a month, without timely recovery, long-term sequelae would certainly remain.

In the future, if you want to resolve this, the energy and cost required will be ten or a hundred times more than now!

"Ah!!!!"

Zhao Hao roared, what kind of situation is this!

"Zhao Rugou, have you contacted the mentor?!" Zhao Hao shouted.

"I can't do anything either. In the Hell Realm, there are True Immortals from Celestial Sword Mountain, but when they heard it was that person, they ignored it." Zhao Rugou said helplessly.

That person is a Half-Step Immortal, who knows when they'll ascend to become an Immortal, not in the same league of power, they don't have the face for it.

Even in the Void Realm, they would only inquire without intervening because they simply don't have the capital.

"Then contact my master!" Zhao Hao shouted again. No matter how reluctant, he had to admit that this time the most likely person to help him, capable of helping him, was his master, Fang Shan.

Wang Xuan asked Chen Qingniu beside him, "Does our master not know about my situation? Being trapped here is too embarrassing, if he knows, it would be even more embarrassing."

He called it embarrassing, but he didn't regret doing it at all, he only regretted not having killed Zhao Hao.

The relationship between Chen Qingniu and Wang Xuan could be described as extremely close, expressions like 'willing to support each other to the death' are somewhat underwhelming.

"The old master does know, but he heard you were fine and didn't say much more. He probably thinks that since Third Master is the ancestor of the Immortal Martial Mountain lineage, it's not suitable or necessary for juniors to interfere."

Wang Xuan understood He Fang's thoughts; actually, he wasn't in a hurry. He was just stuck in a small space of three to five square meters, unable to do anything, losing freedom was frustrating.

After staying in the cage for another three days, Wang Xuan couldn't bear it any longer. His cultivation hadn't made significant progress for a long time; at this rate, wasn't his talent being wasted?

Time is life!

Moreover, better not to live than to live without freedom.

With one hand touching the golden pillars of the cage, Wang Xuan had an expression of enjoyment on his face as the golden light of the cage dimmed little by little.

Tens of thousands of Source Power values flowed into his body just like that.

After a mere few dozen breaths, the cage dimmed by more than half. A few more breaths later, it was almost about to collapse.

At this moment, Wang Xuan sat down honestly again. It looked like he couldn't endure the rest, but in fact, he was just coveting the prison that was transformed from the Immortal Source.

"Third Master, aren't you going to reinforce this temporary prison? If it collapses on its own, it's not my fault."

Wang Xuan shouted while checking the Source Power value he had gained.

"Source Point: Nine hundred seventy-five thousand."

Seeing this value, his eyebrows couldn't help but go up. His cultivation of the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo consumed one hundred fifty thousand Source Power. With this calculation, the Source Power he just absorbed was one hundred thousand.

A temporary prison set up casually by a Half-Step Immortal, with Immortal Power consumed that's just insignificant; yet this insignificant bit brought him a harvest of one hundred thousand Source Power.

"It seems, True Immortals are each a mobile supply station." Wang Xuan suddenly realized how to proceed in the future when he couldn't collect much Source Power from Celestial Treasures.

After waiting a quarter hour, Wang Xuan punched heavily, shattering the golden cage that was already on the brink of collapse, swaggering out.

Gaining freedom, he sensed the heavens with his Primordial Spirit, controlling the sky, flying joyfully in the world, feeling extremely free.

He thought to himself: Third Master, quickly do the same as before, trap me back in the cage.

As for Zhao Hao, upon witnessing this, he was gnashing his teeth.

But Wang Xuan hadn't been happy for long when a Mountain Seal descended from the sky, transforming into a thousand-meter-high mountain, directly pinning him down immobile.

"Rebellious." A scolding voice came.

Wang Xuan, like Sun Wukong, was suppressed, and this time there wasn't a chance to have fun, he could only obediently be pressed down.

He knew this was Third Master punishing him for destroying the prison, but also because both were punished, he couldn't be better off than Zhao Hao, otherwise, Celestial Sword Mountain would have objections.

"Where am I rebellious?" Wang Xuan breathed in the fresh air, with a massive influx of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi above his head, his cultivation incrementally increasing.

Mere punishment and gaining one hundred thousand Source Power, Wang Xuan unhesitatingly let himself appear a bit more rebellious, he really enjoyed this mischief.

He immersed his Heart Spirit entirely in the Primordial Spirit Sword. By this time, there weren't traces of human-shaped soul memory in the Sea of Consciousness, but a sharp golden Divine Sword.

This is his Primordial Spirit, his incomparably sharp and solid Primordial Spirit Sword.

Self-examining, Wang Xuan explored his own Primordial Spirit. He also wanted to find out, understand the true form of his accelerator's existence.

After achieving Primordial Spirit, he could already vaguely sense, there really was something within his Primordial Spirit.

With his Heart Spirit immersed, he seemed to wander dreamily, with full attention on the Primordial Spirit.

In a daze, he saw a towering Jade Tower standing tall, exuding a terrifying aura.