Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

BANG!

With a muffled thud, the disciple from Fire Element Peak was sent flying backward, moving even faster than he had on his approach.

Only then did Fang Qingyuan retract his foot, standing calmly where he was.

As someone who had practiced a Body Refining Technique, Fang Qingyuan’s physical strength was on a completely different level from Cultivators who specialized in Daoist Techniques and Divine Souls. He had even held back on that kick; otherwise, a single, full-force blow could have killed the man.

Even so, the Cultivator couldn’t get back up after landing. He coughed up great mouthfuls of blood, obviously badly injured.

"Yu Xuan! You bastard, how dare you use such a lethal blow?"

Seeing their companion in such a miserable state, the group from Fire Element Peak erupted in fury. The leading Cultivator abandoned Cao Jie and rushed toward Fang Qingyuan, summoning a greatsword as he moved.

Up until now, the fighting had been limited to fists and feet. Both sides had a tacit understanding not to use Magical Artifacts. After all, they belonged to the same sect. The elders were happy to see rivalries play out, but things would get serious if someone’s life was endangered.

But for an outsider like Fang Qingyuan to beat one of their own so brutally—that ignited their true fury.

But Fang Qingyuan felt wronged. ’How was I supposed to know he was so fragile he couldn’t even take one kick? Besides, back on White Mountain, an injury like this would barely be considered minor. How is it suddenly a life-threatening wound here?’

The difference in standards had led to a misunderstanding. However, when Fang Qingyuan saw his opponent draw a Magic Sword, his expression immediately turned cold. A wild, baleful aura erupted from him, filling the air with a ferocious presence.

He wasn’t the type to smile and take a beating. Since his opponent was the first to draw a Magical Artifact, he was more than happy to oblige.

Fang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and waited for the man to attack. As an outsider, he needed to be in the right. By waiting for his opponent to strike first, he would secure the moral high ground, which would make arguing his case later much easier.

This wasn’t arrogance on Fang Qingyuan’s part; it was sheer confidence. He was certain his opponent was no match for him. Even if the man was also a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Perfect Cultivator, even if he was a Qi Yun True Disciple, Fang Qingyuan simply possessed that level of conviction.

The disciple from Fire Element Peak, a man over thirty with a face twisted in rage, pointed his broad Magic Sword at Fang Qingyuan. In the next instant, a powerful sword momentum erupted. Within a hundred-meter radius, all sound seemed to be drawn into a blazing inferno. Waves of Sword Qi surged forth like a thermobaric gale, fundamentally altering the flow of the surrounding energy.

A single sword generated a powerful pressure, its intent like molten rock—an overwhelming force on the verge of erupting.

On Cao Jie’s side, everyone was dumbstruck. They lost all heart for brawling with their opponents. The whole group stared at the scene until finally, someone spoke up:

"Shangguan Yanzi, are you fucking crazy? Why are you using a Magical Artifact?"

Shangguan Yanzi clearly paid no heed to the shout from Cao Jie’s side. ’I’m going to teach this blind fool a lesson. What right do you have to interfere in a fight between us scions? And to be so vicious, too. Are you that desperate to show off for Cao Jie?’

"Brother Jie, should we step in and stop that psycho Shangguan Yanzi?"

Cao Jie glanced first at Fang Qingyuan, then back at Shangguan Yanzi, before a smile finally touched his lips.

"No need. Let Shangguan Yanzi embarrass himself again. The brainless idiot."

While this brief exchange was happening, Fang Qingyuan and Shangguan Yanzi were already facing off.

Shangguan Yanzi merely swung his sword, and a massive Sword Pressure crushed down like molten rock. This Sword Pressure was omnidirectional, bearing down from all sides at once. With the force of fire and the hardness of steel, it had already transcended the realm of mere Sword Qi, becoming a pure force of sword momentum used to overwhelm an opponent.

As the Sword Pressure enveloped him, Fang Qingyuan didn’t retreat even half a step. His face was completely expressionless, and he showed no sign of drawing any weapon or Magical Artifact.

The air in front of his chest suddenly warped, and an elongated head burst forth from the void. The distortion was so intense it looked as if the creature was bursting directly out of his chest cavity.

The creature stood on three legs, its fiery eyes flowed with molten gold, and its sharp beak was curved like a hook. With only its upper body revealed, it unfurled two wings that spanned more than twenty feet. Flames erupted around it, and with the expansion, a searing heat washed over the onlookers, making their qi and blood churn.

The moment the Three-legged Golden Crow appeared, it let out a piercing cry. It then unleashed one of its fiery Divine Techniques, shaking the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and forcibly carving out a zone of freedom within the Sword Pressure.

As soon as this technique was unleashed, countless onlookers on the sidelines stared in shock. One of them cried out in disbelief:

"The art of True Essence Transformation?"

Cao Jie’s expression grew solemn. He hadn’t expected this Cultivator from White Mountain, Fang Qingyuan, to be so formidable.

The Three-legged Golden Crow fully materialized in the blink of an eye. Spreading its wings, it shattered the oppressive Sword Pressure with a deafening BOOM, then soared into the air and charged toward Shangguan Yanzi.

Its speed was incredible, and it appeared before Shangguan Yanzi in an instant. Its sharp beak and talons blazed with scorching flames, burning the very air in front of him until it distorted.

Startled by this strange bird, Shangguan Yanzi’s greatsword vibrated intensely. The Sword Pressure he had been building suddenly erupted. In an instant, within a radius of several dozen feet, the very air shrieked as his sword momentum, now layered with the intent of flowing fire, rushed to envelop the Three-legged Golden Crow.

However, the Three-legged Golden Crow merely made contact before pulling away. With a flap of its wings, it soared into the air and circled to another position, shifting the flow of energy and pulling the focus of Shangguan Yanzi’s sword momentum along with it.

"True Essence Transformation is just a flashy trick! Watch me shatter it! Molten Core Split Flame!"

Shangguan Yanzi spun his Magic Sword, and the ambient energy shifted again. An explosive quality was added to his True Essence, pervading the space locked down by his sword momentum. This True Essence wasn’t strong at first, but its intensity doubled with every passing breath. After four or five breaths, it was already as powerful as the sword momentum itself.