Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1815: This World Is Dirty To Begin With

An extremely disheveled young man wearing stained and tattered robes, his hair so greasy it plastered against his head in greasy clumps, sauntered over to the rusty sword stuck in the ground.

“Jian Bu’er of the Star Formula Academy greets my fellow daoists,” he yawed and raised cupped fists to the vast army in front of him. While the sword light had faded away, sword intent rampaged through the air. Any cultivators beneath sequence who dared cross the line would be sectioned by the terrifying sword intent.

There weren’t that many sequence experts native to the fourth realm. Although there’d been numerous breakthroughs over the past twenty thousand years, there were less than three hundred million sequence experts in the entire land.

Apart from a select few sequence experts from the chief worlds, the army of three hundred million outsiders were mostly Void World Kings and Nihil World Sovereigns. They were assembled according to the military regiments of the outside realm. An unstoppable tide of iron and steel, the army came to a halt as soon as it encountered the fearsome sword intent.

“Jian Bu’er?” In the rear of the army, Yun Lang started and manifested himself, staring intently at Jian Bu’er. “The Demonic Vine’s dao partner?” he nearly spat through grit teeth.

The vine was so strong that she surpassed many premier characters in the chief worlds. She was widely hailed as one of the strongest beneath supreme. Her stunning beauty and dashing grace was even more firmly imprinted on people’s hearts. Many supremes among the chief worlds had fallen in love with her, and her reputation traveled far and wide thanks to the spirit paper.

In the besiegement of Star Formula Academy two hundred and sixty years ago, the Demonic Vine personally admitted that she had a dao partner—Jian Bu’er of the Star Sect. Henceforth, Jian Bu’er rose to prominence along with the vine, but his name was met with vicious glares and bared teeth. Many people wanted to kill him to slake their fury and replace his position at the Demonic Vine’s side.

The mysterious Jian Bu’er had finally appeared, but this was what he was like?

It was one thing if he was just rough around the edges. It’d indicate that he carried himself with a free and easy style, one unconcerned by details. But what did this dirty, stinking thing who didn’t bathe or change his clothes count for?

Why in the heavens did the Demonic Vine love a man like this??

“It’s said that he found the vine when she was young and made her his dao partner,” someone mumbled. Discomfited sentiment traveled out from even the Dragon Formula Academy behind Jian Bu’er.

“Since you’ve shown yourself, Jian Bu’er, I will show you no mercy.” Yun Lang stepped forward with a blade in hand. Blade intent blossomed over his body and cut through Jian Bu’er’s sword intent. His weapon formed rays of purple blade light that gathered into a purple gale and encircled Yun Lang.

Each step he took kicked up an answering ripple in the air beneath his feet.

“Something as dirty as you is unworthy of the Demonic Vine,” he murmured.

Jian Bu’er’s expression tightened with gravity. Light flashed over the rusty sword as he waved at it, making the discoloration crumble away. When it landed in Jian Bu’er’s hand, it was pristine and in perfect condition.

Snowy brilliance soared into the sky.

“This world is dirty to begin with. I entered it in a clean state and naturally encountered its mud as I journeyed through life. Since you discount me so, I will dismiss the filth.” Jian Bu’er smiled as sword light shone out of his body. The grime and stains on him peeled off, much as the rust had from the sword.

A brilliant ray of light appeared in people’s line of sight, like it was the reflection off of something. Black hair, white robes, incomparable beauty through the ages. Here stood another unparalleled being!

“Isn’t this supposed to be a fight? You’ve turned it into a beauty pageant. But no matter, you are not my match in either strength or beauty.” Jian Bu’er pressed his lips together and made the first move before Yun Lang could.

A sword shadow followed his movements and stabbed through the void. He arrived in front of his opponent the second he shifted his weight. It was just a simple stab without any bells or whistles, but Yun Lang’s pupils constricted violently and he subconsciously raised his longsword into a horizontal position across his throat.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out. Somehow, Jian Bu’er remained where he’d been standing before. It was like he hadn’t moved.

“I don’t like this, it’s like I’m that sissy Chu Xingran,” he grumbled. “But once the vine sees me like this, she’ll stop swooning over Chu Xingran, right?”

This was his true appearance, one that he’d never shown anyone. He only revealed it now because he was present as the Star Formula Academy’s representative. It wouldn’t do to make a poor impression on the outsiders. And as the Demonic Vine’s dao partner, he couldn’t let her lose face now, could he?

He didn’t care what anyone else thought. He did what he liked, whenever he liked. But now, he wanted to reveal his true self and bask in some tongue-tied admiration.

Indeed, everyone within fifty million kilometers that was keeping an eye on the battle watched with dropped jaws. Scouts for the spirit paper furiously recorded his image—this was a major headline!

Meanwhile, Yun Lang was immensely dismayed by Jian Bu’er’s display. The man hadn’t used his full strength, but Yun Lang had somehow been forced three steps back!

“So that’s all you’ve got, huh!” He forced down his shock and smirked cruelly. Jian Bu’er was here to represent the Formula Academy and be the Dragon Formula Academy’s savior. If he lost, the local Formula Academy and entire Dragon Cluster would belong to True Nihil Homeland.

Yun Lang didn’t think he’d lose to a puny native. In fact, he was going to challenge Lu Yun’s son in the world of immortals after he occupied the Dragon Cluster!

Hummm.

A purple lotus flower bloomed in the air and extended in all directions. Yun Lang’s blade flickered in a breathtaking dance inside the flower, forming a startling difference with the graceful flower outside. The two encompassed different intent, but were a remarkably harmonious whole as well.

Lightning from the careening blade and lotus combined as one for a split second, crashing down on Jian Bu’er.

He hadn’t backed away after his forceful opener. The sword in his hand moved with the wind and hacked thirty-three times at the attack. Each one connected with Yun Lang’s blade and resulted in collisions that extended outside the hearing range of normal beings.

In the end, both of them disappeared—a sign of extreme speed. Only blade and sword light flashed through the air. Their wielders were gone.

“We’re not here to observe their battle. Attack now and destroy the Dragon Formula Academy!” Someone roared, sending the army in motion once more. Yun Lang’s last order had been to charge the enemy—he was yet to rescind it.