Chapter 119: Soul Restoration

“Indeed, it is a soul crystal—heavenly aid is with me!” Xia Jiuxuan absorbed a trace of soul energy, his spirit instantly invigorated.

Earlier, he had burned a fragment of his divine soul, causing severe damage that nearly overwhelmed him. But now, with his consciousness revived and the ability to refine the soul crystal, he could slowly repair his divine soul and at least preserve his life.

“Soul Refining Technique, activate!” Xia Jiuxuan invoked the Soul Refining Technique, accelerating the absorption and refinement of the soul energy.

“Hahaha, Xia Jiuxuan’s head will be mine!” Suddenly, a young boy dashed out from the battlefield, wielding a wolf-tooth club, and struck fiercely at Xia Jiuxuan.

“Get lost!” Duanmu Wan countered, thrusting her sword with a backward motion.

Boom!

The boy was blasted away.

It wasn’t that Duanmu Wan had fully regained her strength; rather, upon seeing Xia Jiuxuan awaken, she forced out a sword strike despite her meridians being fractured.

“You foul woman, ruining my plans—first, I’ll kill you!” The boy charged again, bursting forth with full force, transforming into a streak of light aimed at Duanmu Wan.

At this moment, Duanmu Wan found it difficult to withstand the blow, yet she neither retreated nor would she ever retreat!

For she knew that if she fell back, Senior Brother Xia’s fate was sealed.

Raising her sword, she slashed forward with desperate ferocity.

Boom!

Duanmu Wan was sent flying by an immense force.

“Xia Jiuxuan, prepare to die!” After pushing back Duanmu Wan, the boy raised his wolf-tooth club and slammed it toward Xia Jiuxuan’s head.

“Senior Brother Xia!” Duanmu Wan cried out in horror, attempting to rush back, but it was too late.

Above, Mu Feng noticed the scene as well.

“Trash!” Mu Feng cursed, unleashing his bloodline power recklessly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a spear in hand, he charged and struck over twenty times within a mere breath.

Opposite him, Yang Kui, relying on his semi-Saint Artifact, defended with ease.

“Been fighting long enough; now it’s time to try my real moves!” Yang Kui slapped the bronze seal, and immediately, a massive palm imprint descended.

Mu Feng, unwilling to engage in a prolonged fight, swiftly retreated and hurled his spear.

The spear cut through the air, glowing red-hot from friction, moving almost instantaneously to the boy attempting to ambush Xia Jiuxuan.

Bang!

The spear struck the boy’s wolf-tooth club, smashing it aside.

Then, the spear twisted strangely in midair, reflecting toward the boy.

“What’s happening?!” The boy panicked, too late to escape, and hastily summoned his spiritual armor for defense.

Clang!

The spear crashed against the spiritual armor, shattering it outright and piercing through the boy’s chest.

“What terrifying combat power!”
“A Dragon Vein cultivator is truly formidable!”
“To break through defensive spiritual armor at the ninth level of Sealing Spirit—it’s unbelievable!”

The nearby youths who had not fought were stunned. The strength of a Dragon Vein cultivator far exceeded their expectations.

Above, Mu Feng, now weaponless, braced himself against the overwhelming palm imprint with his body alone.

Crack...

The blow struck Mu Feng, lightning crackling across his form.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Mu Feng howled wildly as patches of blue-green scales suddenly sprouted on his cheeks.

“That kid...” Even Yang Kui was shocked upon witnessing this.

Despite unleashing nearly his full strength through the Celestial Seal, he had failed to kill this youth.

How strong must his defenses be?

Before Yang Kui could ponder further, a glowing blue figure streaked toward him.

What appeared to Yang Kui was not a person but the shadow of a dragon.

“Kill!” Yang Kui roared, channeling his full power through the Celestial Seal.

Countless fist shadows slammed into Mu Feng but failed to push him back.

“Thank you for awakening my ancestral bloodline!” Mu Feng raised his head, eyes cold as ice, resembling a true dragon descending to earth.

Boom!

His scaled palm struck the bronze seal with tremendous force.

Immediately, the heavens darkened, the earth trembled.

Yang Kui was flung through the air, leaving only a streak of blood behind.

“Yang Kui has lost!”
“That kid is ridiculously strong!”
“Terrifying... it’s like facing a real dragon!”

Everyone watching was shaken to their core.

In the wake of this earth-shattering display, those who had attempted to ambush Xia Jiuxuan involuntarily ceased their attacks.

After repelling Yang Kui, Mu Feng did not pursue but calmly landed beside Xia Jiuxuan, retracting his spear.

“Anyone who dares advance half a step will be killed without mercy!” Mu Feng brandished his spear, glaring at the stunned youths.

Outside, members of the Hundred Great Secluded Sects witnessed the scene, murmuring in admiration:

“The Mortal Nation is truly brimming with talent.”
“I wonder whose foolish rule forbids us from recruiting Mortal Nation prodigies as disciples.”
“Are you crazy? That’s a regulation set by the ancestors who founded the Secluded Realms—don’t speak recklessly!”
“That boy not only has the Dragon Vein but, under immense pressure, has unexpectedly reverted to his ancestral form; he probably already carries dragon blood.”
“Xia Jiuxuan is no ordinary youth; both companions beside him possess unparalleled aptitude.”

...

Among the Eighteen Sects, Li Hengyang and Bai Wendao watched furiously.

Just as Xia Jiuxuan seemed doomed, little Mu Feng suddenly emerged and grew remarkably powerful.

Damn it!

“Brother Li, it seems Xia Jiuxuan won’t die this time.” Bai Wendao’s gaze was fixed intently on the giant screen.

Li Hengyang’s face darkened like iron. “After all these days waiting, I’m actually hoping he comes out alive now.”

Bai Wendao nodded. “Indeed, we’ll have to intervene ourselves to eliminate this bastard.”

“Hmph, all the better. I’ll tear his flesh inch by inch to feed the dogs!” Li Hengyang growled.

At that moment, the Sect Leader of the Clear Wind Sect approached. “Elders, I have already issued orders for the sect elders and prodigy disciples to guard all exits of the secret realm. After fifteen days, there’s no way he can escape.”

Li Hengyang nodded. “Much obliged, Sect Leader. Your kindness is deeply appreciated.”

“You are my senior uncle; no need for formalities,” the Sect Leader replied.

Simultaneously, other prominent figures from various sects arrived, pledging to send reinforcements. The elite guarding the secret realm were determined to capture Xia Jiuxuan.

“Xia Jiuxuan, this time you won’t get away no matter what!” they declared.

...

Within the secret realm, Mu Feng stood motionless like a stone statue, spear in hand.

None of the over one hundred prodigies from the Mortal Nation dared step forward.

After a moment, the limping Yang Kui approached.

“Good kid! You even broke through my Celestial Seal—fine!” Yang Kui’s face was grim as he said, “I hope you survive to get out of here. I, Yang Kui, will avenge this!”

Swish!

Mu Feng opened his icy eyes, coldly replying, “If you want revenge, why not act now?”

Yang Kui and his two companions recoiled two steps in fear.

One of them said, “A hero doesn’t suffer immediate losses. Just wait until we leave the secret realm. Yang Senior Brother can send any one of us to crush you into minced meat!”

“Is that so?” Mu Feng’s eyes gleamed with killing intent.

Swish!

A flash of blue light, and the speaking boy’s head flew off!

Yang Kui and the remaining companion scrambled back behind the others in terror.

“You little trash, just wait!” Yang Kui shouted.

Mu Feng heard this but did not pursue further, sensing his bloodline power was nearly spent.

He could not afford to show weakness now, lest he be overwhelmed by numbers.

Returning to Xia Jiuxuan’s side, Mu Feng crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

A quarter of an hour passed in silence.

“Mu Feng, you’re quite capable—you didn’t waste the half of dragon energy I gave you.” A voice of approval came from behind Mu Feng.