History Has Fallen Ill

Chapter 73: With the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord's Teaching, I Shall Annihilate the Six Heavens and Nine Fiends!

Gulp!

A sound of someone swallowing broke the silence.

A young man said in disbelief, “Am I dreaming? Brother Shi was taken down in an instant?”

His name was Zhou Jiao, and like Shi Ju, he came from the Tiantai Branch Office.

Shi Ju’s boundless strength and crushing giant hands were almost like nightmares to newcomers at the branch office.

Moreover, not only was he powerful, he had also rescued others multiple times, suppressing incidents of mutation on his own, shielding them from harm.

Therefore, the newcomers at Tiantai Branch Office held him in high esteem, considering Shi Ju an absolute top-tier talent.

Before mastering a Law Seed, relying on sheer physical prowess alone, he was enough to bridge the gap with most prodigies.

Even Ge Xianyao’s Wood Beard would have to exert significant effort to defeat Shi Ju.

Yet such a powerful figure collapsed without warning before Jiang Yan.

Zhou Jiao knew very well that Shi Ju had a forthright personality and could not tolerate deception or cowardice. He would never cooperate in putting on a show.

Then… how did Jiang Yan defeat him?

“Did Jiang Yan even make a move just now? Why didn’t I see anything?”

“Was it poison? Or a Gu insect?”

“Could it have been a spiritual attack? But even with Foundation Establishment-level soul power, it’s not possible to kill someone of the same stage instantly!”

“A One-week Foundation, and now he’s even killing peers in a flash. And he looks damn good too. When Nuwa molded me, she definitely wasn’t serious.”

“Maybe she didn’t mold at all. Just waved a hand and released a batch from inventory.”

“Don’t be so harsh. What if she was slacking off and just went to the Animal Realm and grabbed a bunch of souls?”

“……”

Unlike Ge Xianyao’s overwhelming display, Jiang Yan’s unknown strength transformed into fear and rapidly spread among the surrounding crowd.

For a time, murmurs filled the air.

Ge Xianyao looked at Jiang Yan, eyes gleaming with delight. “Only power like this is worthy of arrogance. I hope you can properly entertain me!”

Meanwhile, at the center of the White Jade Disc, a handsome man in black robes sat cross-legged. The area around him was a vacuum; no one dared approach.

It was none other than the strongest dark horse—Di Shengyi!

He slowly lifted his head. His eyes, as black as ink, reflected Jiang Yan’s image. With a faint chuckle, he said:

“Interesting!”

Buzz!

A blood-colored long halberd over ten feet long vibrated with a hum, killing intent permeating the air.

“Little Halberd, quiet.”

A gentle voice rang out. A fair hand grasped the halberd’s shaft, calming it.

She was a young girl in black combat attire, about 1.7 meters tall. Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, appearing extremely sharp. Her dark red eyes were calm as water, and her pupils subtly overlapped—extremely strange.

She softly said, “The path of the tyrant I walk requires the blood of such powerful enemies to irrigate it.”

Ordinary people would feel fear, but top prodigies only felt excitement.

Zhao Yinman sat atop a coffin, her red hair dancing in the wind. She could sense that vast, abyss-like bloodline aura within him—something not birthed in the mortal world.

Thus, she felt that Jiang Yan was more fitting to be “inhuman.”

She also didn’t like the sound of dogs barking.

On the Judges’ Platform,

Zhou Li exclaimed, “Whether it’s a Mountain-Moving Giant or a Giant Spirit Warrior, their greatest weakness is their soul. They possess the mightiest of physiques, capable of battling heaven and earth, yet can be easily enslaved by exalted divine arts wielders, becoming mere puppets in their hands.”

These newcomers at the Foundation Establishment Stage might not have seen it clearly, but for Zhou Li, who had already touched the threshold of the Old Talisman Stage and whose soul had begun to transform, she could naturally perceive the blurry trace of the Heart Monkey’s arm.

With just a gentle press, the three souls trembled, and the seven spirits shattered.

The speed of the heart surpassed even wind and thunder!

She even simulated in her mind: if she were in the same realm as Jiang Yan, what would the outcome be?

But no matter how she simulated, at best she could last a little longer—but the final outcome would be no different from Shi Ju.

The only possibility was to crush him with superior cultivation level or to deduce the outcome beforehand, setting up a trap to weaken his strength.

“Every generation produces its own talent indeed!”

Zhou Li shook her head. Reaching this point meant she was already beginning to fear him.

Fortunately... he was on their side!

“Damn it, I can’t accept this. Why did Ba Lie get to dig up such a treasure of a person? Jealousy is disfiguring me.”

Bo Rui clutched his chest. He could clearly sense that Jiang Yan’s soul power was already nearing the level of a Law Seed.

Divine soul—far harder to cultivate than spiritual energy.

This meant that as long as he accumulated enough spiritual energy, there would be no bottleneck. Advancing to Law Seed would be as easy as breathing. Even more so, the critical point of reaching the Old Talisman level was precisely the transformation of the soul.

If Jiang Yan managed to place in the top three, he felt that even in his sleep, Old Ba would come crawling out to boast in his ear.

As for Master Fale, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yan was burning hot.

What had he seen?

Someone who not only retracted his own Heart Monkey, but could also wield it for his own use.

From here, as long as he restrained the Wild Horse of Intention, his Spirit Platform would become clear, and his heart like bodhi.

This wasn’t fate with the Buddha, but rather...

“Buddha Child!”

Master Fale murmured, with an impulse to kidnap Jiang Yan and bring him to his master for inheritance.

Never mind that he had defected from his sect due to differing beliefs and joined the official ranks—even if he pissed on a Buddha statue, his master would still praise him for his strength.

At this moment, desires sprang forth!

Bo Rui noticed the fluctuation in Master Fale’s emotions, his gaze turning sinister, and his smile growing wicked. “Master Fale, how about we join forces and poach him for the headquarters?”

A flash of temptation appeared in Master Fale’s eyes.

“You two might just end up turned into garments by Ba Lie and hung on the flagpole at the Jiangnan Province headquarters.”

Zhou Li’s faint voice was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing their thoughts.

Indeed, Ba Lie had already flown into a rage the last time someone tried to poach from him. If they did it again, they would absolutely be brutally crushed.

“In fact, before advancing to Law Seed, whether one goes to the Jiangnan Province headquarters or not makes little difference, let alone the national headquarters. Over there, they handle large-scale Diseased Domains—just one minor wave could crush an ordinary Law Seed. It’s far too dangerous.

The headquarters isn’t foolish. Since they entrusted geniuses like Niu Tunan and Zhao Yinman to Ba Lie, at the core of it, it’s an acknowledgment of his teaching ability—his ability to guide Problem Children back onto the right path. Moreover…”

At this point, Zhou Li sighed, “Ba Lie wants to see them spread their wings and soar even more than you do.”

The match continued, and soon it was Zhao Yinman’s turn.

She reluctantly left the Coffin Spirit and stepped onto the arena.

Her opponent was a young man in Daoist robes. His white hair was tied into a Daoist topknot, his features delicate, and his gaze locked tightly onto Zhao Yinman.

In a hoarse voice, he spoke: “I’ve heard of you from my master. Now, I finally get to meet you.”

“These years, the Daoist sects have become increasingly chaotic—gone is the flourishing scene of vitality and the competition of all things.

Instead, a group has emerged—seeking wild gods, worshipping fox spirit mistresses to reclaim lost love—useless trash reviving shamanic traditions. That alone would be tolerable, but now even outsiders are practicing the Celestial Master Path.”

“Speaking of which, Zhao Yinman, you probably don’t know my name. I am Zhang Guanxin, a direct descendant of the sixty-fourth generation Celestial Master of the Tianshi Mansion, now cultivating officially under the government.”

“Mm.”

Zhao Yinman replied politely, occasionally glancing back, her mind clearly elsewhere.

She didn’t care about her opponent’s name. She just wanted to finish the match quickly and return.

Such perfunctory behavior made Zhang Guanxin feel thoroughly disrespected. In a low voice, he said:

“I don’t know why the Ancestor acknowledged you, but I don’t care. My master told me to calm my heart—but I cannot. The Celestial Master Path should guide only humans. All spirits must honor humanity above all.”

“If that’s so, then let me emulate my ancestor. With the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord's teaching…”

“I shall annihilate the multitude of Six Heavens and Nine Fiends of Fierce Wind and Heroic Energy!”