The Southern Extermination of the Heavenly King, Cao Ran

A large lake is surrounded by mountains, its surface shrouded in mist, the turquoise water reflecting the mountain peaks, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

Fang Wang walked to the lakeside and sat down to meditate, sensing the spiritual energy of the area. A smile appeared on his face as he praised, "Indeed, this is an excellent place for cultivation."

Little Purple breathed a sigh of relief. Fang Wang hadn't said a word the whole way, and occasionally emanated a fierce aura that terrified it.

"You may do as you please; I will continue my cultivation here."

After saying these words, Fang Wang began to circulate his internal energy.

He needs to calm his mind through breathing exercises. The air here is fresh, and everywhere he looks, he can feel relaxed and at ease.

Xiao Zi immediately left Fang Wang's chest. It looked back at Fang Wang, flicked its tongue a few times, and then silently left.

With the six-month deadline still far off, Fang Wang has already reaped enough rewards, so taking this time to calm down is a good option.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and gazed at the lake scenery while breathing in the air.

The mountains and waters appeared mysterious and enchanting under the cover of thick fog. Ripples appeared on the lake surface from time to time, and fish occasionally leaped out of the lake. Everything seemed so beautiful.

After spending more than four hundred years in the Heavenly Palace, I never tire of looking at such scenery again.

And so, the sun set and the moon rose, and the days passed one by one.

Fang Wang sat by the lake without getting up, watching the fog dissipate and rise, watching the sun rise in the east and set in the west, and the anger in his heart dissipated.

Xiao Zi returns every few days, each time bringing back various rare and precious herbs. Although Fang Wang is resting, it dares not stop. It feels that only by actively returning can Fang Wang remain unchanged.

A month later.

Fang Wang's mood returned to normal, and Xiao Zi could clearly feel that he was smiling more, which made it less nervous.

On this day, as soon as Xiao Zi left, Fang Wang took out the Golden Scale White Feather Robe and began to refine the recognition restriction inside.

With his combat prowess, his perception of magical artifacts far surpassed what he had before, and he quickly found the binding seal.

The restrictions on the Golden Scale White Feather Robe were extremely complex, and it was very difficult for him to recognize it as his master. In the past, it might have taken him a long time to master it, but he refined it smoothly after achieving the Great Perfection of the Battle True Skill.

Three hours later.

This treasure, which was at least a top-grade magic artifact, recognized him as its master. He stood up, and the golden-scaled white feather robe floating in front of him clung to his body, bursting with golden light that engulfed his figure.

Two breaths later, the golden light dissipated, and Fang Wang was already wearing a golden-scaled white feather robe. In the sunlight, the golden scales on the robe shone brightly, and the wide sleeves and hem of the robe fluttered like white feathers. He was extremely handsome, and there was a visible golden dragon aura around him, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

Fang Wang felt as light as a swallow. His golden-scaled white feather robe could automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It contained protective restrictions that would be automatically triggered when attacked.

Wearing this garment, he felt extremely well, and was even able to channel the golden scales and white feathers into his spiritual energy.

My darling!

Fang Wang grew increasingly fond of it. He was very curious about the defensive capabilities of the Golden Scale White Feather Robe, but he couldn't test it out in the Great Sage Cave Heaven.

With a thought, the golden-scaled white feather robe disappeared into his Taiyuan Sect disciple's robe. He could feel the golden-scaled white feather robe turn into a thin film adhering to his body, and he could summon it at any time.

convenient!

With such a treasure as his prize, Fang Wang was even happier.

Instead of continuing his cultivation, he went to a nearby grove of trees, cut a branch, made it into a fishing rod, and used the roots of tall grass to make a fishing line.

He plans to go fishing and relax for a few days.

Not long after, he sat down by the lake and started fishing.

Without using his spiritual power, he sat there for half a day, and finally a fish took the bait at dusk. Unfortunately, he used too much force and when he pulled it out, there was only a fish's mouth on the hook.

Although he failed, Fang Wang found enjoyment in it.

Three days later, Xiao Zi returned and saw him fishing, which made her even more suspicious that he had been possessed.

"I wonder which evil spirit it is..."

Little Purple thought worriedly, "Being under the Soul-Binding Curse, I have no choice but to follow Fang Wang."

During this time, Fang Wang could sense that Xiao Zi's demonic energy was rapidly increasing, probably due to her consuming the flesh and blood of the black dragon. He didn't point it out, and Xiao Zi didn't mention it either.

Another two weeks have passed.

The peaceful days were eventually shattered.

At dawn, the thick fog on the lake surged violently, and a howling wind blew, blowing Fang Wang's black hair and making his robes flutter.

Little Purple, who was sleeping nearby, was also startled awake. Looking up, the tiny snake head showed a panicked expression.

"So you're Fang Wang from Taiyuan Sect? I've been looking for you everywhere!"

A cold voice echoed through the mountains and reverberated across the lake.

The thick fog parted like a raging wave, and a figure appeared in Fang Wang and Xiao Zi's field of vision. It was a middle-aged man wearing a wide black robe with blood-red flame patterns. He had disheveled hair and wore a bronze headband with a red jade bead inlaid on it. He had leopard eyes, thick eyebrows, and slightly dark skin. He had an arrogant smile on his face, like a human-shaped ghost.

Fang Wang had never seen this person before, but he could sense that the other party's aura was very strong, even stronger than the black dragon he had encountered before.

"Who are you?"

Fang Wang stood up and asked.

He could no longer recall the scene when he entered the Great Sage's Cave Heaven, nor did he know if he had seen this person before, let alone which religion this person belonged to.

"The Golden Cloud Cult, the Southern Heavenly King, Cao Ran!"

The man in black robes sneered, looking down at Fang Wang with a playful expression.

"I've heard that the Taiyuan Sect produced a once-in-a-lifetime genius who defeated a ninth-level Spirit Core Realm cultivator after only three years of cultivation. Someone has offered to buy your head; you don't mind if I take it, do you?"

Golden Cloud Sect?

Fang Wang felt like he had heard of it before, but he was certain that the Golden Cloud Sect was not one of the nine major sects in the Great Qi cultivation world.

Regardless of the origins of the Golden Cloud Sect, Fang Wang would not sit idly by and wait for his doom!

He raised his right hand, and the hilt of the Rainbow Sword appeared out of thin air in his palm. He gripped it, and golden light emanated from his body, revealing a golden-scaled white feather robe.

Cao Ran frowned when he saw his attire.

Little Purple became excited. It hadn’t expected that Fang Wang had already mastered this treasure. This garment was at least a top-grade magic artifact!

Cao Ran gave it an extremely dangerous feeling, which made it very nervous just now. But now that it saw Fang Wang summon the Golden Scale White Feather Robe, it immediately felt at ease.

Fang Wang soared into the air, reaching the same height as Cao Ran. The Tianhong Sword in his hand emitted a white light from its blade, causing Cao Ran's pupils to shrink.

This kid...

not simple!

Having lived for hundreds of years, Cao Ran immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of the Rainbow Sword and the Golden Scale White Feather Robe.

High-grade magical treasures and top-quality magical artifacts!

He still made a conservative assessment and was unable to determine the specific grade of the two items.

Without saying a word, Cao Ran raised his right arm, and a large cauldron appeared out of thin air above his head. It was a three-legged black cauldron with mysterious patterns carved on its surface. As soon as the cauldron appeared, bursts of black energy surged out from it, as if a group of evil demons were rushing out.

"Although I have just suffered serious injuries and my cultivation level has dropped, I am still at least at the fifth level of the Profound Heart Realm. Boy, today I will show you just how high the sky is in the cultivation world. You are nothing before you have grown up!"

Cao Ran laughed angrily, and slammed his right palm towards Fang Wang. The black energy surging from the cauldron transformed into a huge black tiger head, roaring as it charged towards Fang Wang.

Extremely fast!

Fang Wang seemed to have no time to dodge and was struck head-on by the black tiger head. The black energy shattered and engulfed him.

Cao Ran frowned, a look of disdain in his eyes.

Just then!

Suddenly, the billowing black mist dispersed, and a white sword aura shot out, startling Cao Ran into leaping to dodge. The sword aura swept across, cleaving the vast fog on the lake in two, cutting through the mist and striking a distant mountain peak. The mountain wall exploded, sending rocks flying and dust billowing, almost slicing the mountaintop away.

Cao Ran turned his head and looked over. The black mist dissipated, revealing Fang Wang's figure. Golden dragon energy surrounded his golden-scaled white feather robe. He held his right arm out, and the white light of the Tianhong Sword was dazzling. At this moment, Fang Wang's aura suddenly changed, and even his eyes changed.

What kind of look is that?

Cao Ran had escaped death countless times and experienced countless dangers, but this was the first time he had seen such a look in someone's eyes, and his heart trembled involuntarily.

"This kid..."

Cao Ran raised his hand and grabbed one of the legs of the cauldron, mobilizing his spiritual power, causing his black robe to billow violently.

Fang Wang deliberately accepted the challenge to test the defensive capabilities of the Golden Scale White Feather Robe.

As a result, even attacks from the fifth level of the Profound Heart Realm couldn't break through his defenses.

That's it?

Fang Wang simply stopped acting and directly unleashed his true fighting skills. At this moment, all he had left was the will to fight. In his eyes, Cao Ran was already a dead man!

Sword shapes appeared out of thin air around him. As the number of sword shapes increased, his aura rose steadily. Golden dragon energy emitted dragon roars, and waves rippled on the lake below, creating a terrifying aura.