Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 97: Chapter 8: Honoring the Purple Sky Grade,

Dragon-shaking Heavenly Mandate (Please subscribe!)

Translator: 549690339

“So it’s someone from the Limitless Immortal Sect.”

Yu Qinghan had sharp eyes and quickly recognized Xu Muchen’s attire and origin.

The Limitless Immortal Sect was one of the five great immortal sects in ancient times. Its history traces back even before the Immortal Calendar. It is said that there was an ancestor who ascended to immortality within the sect, making it an undeniably powerful existence.

Yu Qinghan spent her childhood in the sect, so she was very familiar with these common knowledges of the Immortal Cultivation World.

Although a fierce battle was imminent, the two in the sky remained in the same place and didn’t take any action, as if time had stopped. This scene was, to say the least, bizarre.

In the courtyard of the Raven Sect.

“Respected Saintess, why aren’t the two in the sky making a move?” A sect member asked curiously.

Yin Nanyu observed the sky with her Divine Insight and replied with a faint smile, “Both of them are waiting for the other to reveal their weakness. They are carefully concealing their power and are very steady in their techniques.” “This duel is going to be very interesting, and it’s worth looking forward to.”

Under the moonlight in the Imperial City, thousands of people were standing on the ground, silent and focused intently on the two tiny figures in the sky.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇlꜰɪre.ɴet

Xu Muchen emanated an icy and terrifying sword power, which spread from the sky and suffocated ordinary people and cultivators at the Initiation Stage, causing them to unconsciously step back.

He had a serene expression, as he lifted his spiritual sword, letting his left hand slide across the sword edge. His posture was like a sturdy pine that stood tall and unmoved for ten thousand years. Xu maintained a calm aura, completely unaffected by Zhao Huai’s momentum—instead, he tried to affect Zhao Huai. Such composure came from real strength.

Zhao Huai’s gaze was extremely serious, without any distractions. He could not easily make a move.

Because sometimes, even a slight difference could mean the difference between life and death for a sword cultivator.

He had to maintain his momentum as the Thousand-Mile Lone Rider; if it were leaked, all his previous achievements would be wasted.

Zhao Huai finally understood the meaning of the Hexagram’s Misfortune at that moment.

A dragon can ascend to the sky eventually, and heroes travel ten thousand li.

The meaning of this phrase was that while there were opportunities, if he couldn’t win continuously and couldn’t reach ten thousand li, then it wouldn’t be a heroic path.

As Zhao Huai figured this out, the Hexagram in his mind suddenly changed. The result changed from “Misfortune” to “Fortune.”

A deep purple five-clawed dragon roared and fused into his mind, causing his consciousness to tremble.

The dragon soared and hovered in the starry sky of his destiny in his mind, eventually turning into a dazzling purple light.

As the light disappeared, the word “Destiny” emerged.

[Dragon-shaking Heavenly Mandate (Superior Heavenly Grade)]

The national fortune wavers, the dragon wants to rise, one sword from Heaven and Earth suppresses the dragon’s head. Able to shake national fortune, receive flowing qi from Heaven and Earth, granted Heavenly Fate Protection, and eligible to be worshipped by the masses.

Having not seen a Heavenly Grade destiny for a long time, this purple light surprised Zhao Huai.

This turned out to be a destiny of flowing qi.

As the [Dragon-shaking Heavenly Mandate] was absorbed into Zhao Huai’s consciousness, his momentum began to increase. With the Heavenly Mandate and the protection of heavenly fate, no one could spy on Zhao Huai’s heavenly fate, and the qi from Heaven and Earth fell upon him. As a result, ordinary spirits and demons couldn’t even get close.

From Xu Muchen’s perspective, this was definitely not a good thing.

All the opponent had to rely on was that momentum; if it was broken, everything would be fine.

However, instead of waiting for the momentum to dissipate, it increased.

Not waiting any longer, it was time to take action.

In the void, Xu Muchen struck first, turning into a white shadow and sending a dazzling sword radiance soaring to the sky, rushing towards Zhao Huai.

The sword aimed at his right chest, with his Golden Core inside releasing a large amount of pure True Vigor.

This sword strike was an all-out move, with absolutely no holds barred.

In that instant, Zhao Huai’s hand gripping the sword finally moved. The whole body’s spiritual power gathered, the gleaming light in the meridians began to flow rapidly, and the [Sword Cultivator] destiny was activated. The pure and unadulterated sword skill essence infused the Yuhuan Sword’s edge, making the spiritual sword incredibly translucent, and the Sword Drawing Skill’s mind, qi, and spirit also became one.

Clang!

The sword’s hum sounded like the roar of a sea dragon. Although this sword strike wasn’t as clear and pure in sound as the Sun-observing, and its momentum wasn’t as concentrated, it had much more power!

The sword was drawn.

It dragged a long trail of dark sword qi, hundreds of meters long. Seen from the ground, it was like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Facing this powerful sword, Xu Muchen experienced a moment of shock and his eyelids twitched.

Could this person only have one sword?

In the deserted courtyard, Yin Nanyu, although not a sword cultivator, couldn’t help but feel amazed and astonished as she witnessed the powerful sword qi that filled the sky.

Although it was not as grand as the previous sword of Gigantic Yang, it was even more powerful. How was this possible?

She had seen many swordsmen, but regardless of who they were, they would all seem inferior when compared to this sword.

Seeing the scene in the sky, Yu Qinghan couldn’t help but be filled with

disbelief.

Heavens! My husband is actually this strong?! It was her first time seeing Zhao Huai take action and at such a close distance.

The shock in her eyes lasted a long time.

Her husband’s skills were too hidden!

At first, she thought her husband was a mere mortal who needed her protection, but now it seemed she had been worrying too much!

It could be said that the entire night sky was a canvas for this sword stroke.

Even Xu Muchen had to admit that he wasn’t confident in facing the sword strike from the White-robed Ghost Face.

Having seen numerous swordmasters, none of them could match the might of this sword in his mind.

It was a peerless Strike of Heaven, formed from the assembly of ten thousand opponents.

His face was solemn, with both hands cupping the air. A dazzling golden sphere appeared instantly, exuding a faint pressure.

His sword skills were no match, but his Golden Core might be.

In the next instant, a huge Yin-Yang Bagua vision emerged from the sky, blocking the fierce Sword Power.

Boom!

When the sword qi collided with the Golden Core force, a deafening explosion erupted, waves of qi rolled out, and fierce wind blew in all directions!

“Sir, your power is extraordinary. You can’t be an unknown in the cultivation world.”

Xu Muchen sent his voice, narrowing his eyes. “I am the First Raven Protector. If you have the ability, come and find me!”

Zhao Huai didn’t hesitate to reply forcefully.

“Raven?”

This name also startled Xu Muchen.

The aftermath of the power unleashed by the two shattered many halls below, causing collateral damage. The disaster-prone Imperial Palace only got worse.

In the fierce wind, the dangerous buildings swayed.

The remaining half of the Imperial Palace had also collapsed…

Yu Yunping, on the ground, felt like crying.

Why did they have to destroy his house while fighting?!

The aftershocks in the air went on for half an incense stick’s time before finally fading away.

After a long silence over the entire palace, sounds of astonishment and exclamation gradually rose.

When Xu Muchen looked up again, there was no one in front of him.

It seemed that the other party didn’t want to have a battle with him.

From the beginning, Xu Muchen felt strange. The White-robed Ghost Face had a strong aura and power that could rival a Golden Core, but he fell short in some way. If he had formed a Golden Core, he should’ve fought Xu Muchen directly instead of simply leaving. This indicated the opponent still had reservations and didn’t dare to fight to the death. No Golden Core, but had Golden Core strength.

Very strange.

A “crack” sound was heard.

He looked up to see a small crack on the full round Golden Core.

Xu Muchen raised his hand, gently stroked the crack, and quickly repaired it. He slowly landed and circulated True Vigor, and the Golden Core entered his body.

“Senior, you’ve worked hard.”

Yu Yunping, who had been hiding in the corner, finally came out and spoke with a smile.

Xu Muchen ignored him, but instead thoughtfully asked:

“Have you ever heard of the First Raven Protector?”

Yu Yunping nods honestly: “Of course, the Raven is a cult originating from

Jiangnan and very good at controlling people’s minds.”

“Just now, that guy said he’s the First Raven Protector.”

Yu Yunping was shocked at the news.

“Senior, are you implying this matter is the work of the Raven Sect?”

Xu Muchen’s eyes were calm: “It’s just one possibility. I will report everything that happened tonight to the Immortal Sect, and we’ll find out then.” “As for you all, just continue with whatever you were doing.”

Having said that, Xu Muchen ascended into the air, transforming into a shooting star and vanishing from sight.

Seeing him leave, the strategist in black cloth cautiously asked:

“Your Highness, can the Ascension Ceremony take place tomorrow morning?

“It must continue even if it cannot!”

Yu Yunping looked up at the ruins in front of him, his face a mixture of despair and grief.

PS: Temporary triple update, continuing later in the day