Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator (Web Novel)

Chapter 1166: King of Falling Stars

The entire world was in silence after the old man in linen clothes spoke. Everyone looked at Chen Fan who was stepping on Qin Feng and at the old man who bowed slightly and talked with a sincere tone.

Everyone on Earth was feeling a heavy heart.

That old man in linen clothes looked like someone with half his body in the grave. His body trembled as he walked and he was breathless after speaking, but he was in fact unpredictable. His age was already terrifying as it was.

The old man chuckled when he saw Chen Fan remain silent.

“Brother Chen’s power is indeed out of my imagination. I wasn’t as strong as you are right now when I was your age, with a body comparable to that of a Divine Lord and some unbelievably powerful Dharma Power. When I watched you fight with those kids, a few old guys even bet that you would lose. And now, they’ve all lost to me. One of them even lost the mines of a planet, so you can just tell me what you want.”

“Hm!”

A few hums sounded deep in the universe.

The old man in linen clothes acted as if he had not heard them. He continued with a smile.

“I’ve lived for so many years, but I’ve been too unsuccessful. My talented big brother followed my father and achieved the Grand Dao, while my second brother, who loves Sword Arts and has fought across the galaxy with his sword was also named the ‘Sword Saint.’ Even my fifth brother became the Prince of Apollo Palace. As for me, I’ve only lived a few years more, got some treasures and am now known as the treasure vault of the Star Ocean. So, please don’t worry about it. You can tell me what you want. We can talk about it together,” he said as he grabbed something in the air.

“Buzz!”

A Divine Sword with golden glitters flew from somewhere in space and landed in his hand. It was the Yaoyang Divine Sword.

Qin Feng was unable to control this Half Divine Treasure. He could only make a couple attacks with it. However, it let out beams of gentle golden light and seemed obedient when it was in the hands of the old man in linen clothes, as if the sword belonged to him.

“Ah, if this sword wasn’t from my father, I could even give it to you. I’ve already lived seventy thousand years. What can I do with it?” The old man sighed.

“Hey, Old Lord Qin, you’re known for being stingy in the entire Little South Heavenly Realm. You’re not even willing to give out a piece of Spirit Stone, let alone a Half Divine Treasure,” someone said.

“Haha, I heard that the seventh Prince of Apollo Palace didn’t even want to offer a Half Divine Medicine when Old Lord Qin married the Divine Princess of the Changshen Sect. The Sect Master of the Changshen Sect was enraged and kicked him out. Apollo Palace and the Changshen Sect almost went to war. Am I right, Brother Fu?” another person smiled and said.

“Hm!”

The person who was addressed as “Brother Fu” only grunted, not bothering to reply.

Everyone looked up.

A few other people appeared in the nearby space.

One of them was tall and brawny; another was wearing a white outfit and had white hair and the last one was skinny. They were all enveloped in chaos and no one could see them clearly. However, their power was undoubtedly extremely terrifying. Dharma Laws that were almost visible were gathered around them, turning into lotus flowers; countless images appeared when they moved.

They were either surrounded by billions of galaxies, the earth-shattering sun, purple energies like dragons or fiends that swallowed the world.

“Clang!”

Every move they made created endless power that swept the entire world. Some powerful energies even shook the sky around them. Everyone on Earth felt fear from the bottom of their hearts; it seemed that more than one Half Divine Treasure had been awakened.

Chen Fan could even see—

The Mountain River Universe Map that had flown away landed on the hands of a pretty woman in a palace gown. Her body swayed like a willow tree and her face was covered by a veil, looking extremely sacred. Lotus flowers bloomed in the air with every step she took, creating many lotus flowers along the way like a peerless Goddess.

None of them was weaker than Qin Feng; in other words, their power was unpredictable and was much more powerful than Qin Feng’s. They were even surrounded by a sacred halo, as if they were the dominators of the world and the Gods that created life. Every move they made attracted the energy of the entire galaxy and they were in control of everything.

“Ah, I’ve always been generous when helping people in need. How would I do something like that? You must be slandering me because you lost to me before. Brother Fu is from the Changshen Sect. He’ll certainly do me justice.” The old man in linen clothes, whose name was Qin Jian, widened his eyes.

“Brother Fu” from the Changshen Sect, who was in white clothes, had white hair and looked ethereal. He didn’t bother to reply.

They chatted with each other and talked about Chen Fan, but none of them looked at him, as if he didn’t exist in their eyes. After a long time, a brawny, tall old man frowned and glanced at Chen Fan.

“We’ll spare you for your talent since Brother Qin showed you respect. Even Planet East behind you will be spared because of this. Now, let Qin Feng go, quickly.”

“That’s right, kid. If it wasn’t for Old Lord Qin, I would have already taken you back to the Niekong Sect. My nephew who’s about to become successor of our Sect Master needs a servant right now. Even though you don’t have a powerful background, you can fight pretty well and are enough to be his guard,” A skinny old man in black outfit said with an evil look.

The others also glanced at Chen Fan in disdain, surprise or viciousness.

The eyes of the Overlord surrounded by billions of stars and light dots, who seemed to be from the Wuji Sect, were even full of viciousness deep inside, but he was still putting on a smile on his face.

Chen Fan flicked his fingers and said calmly, “Let him go? Just because you said so? Who do you think you are?”

“Haha!”

They shook their heads and laughed. They weren’t angry at all.

“You’re indeed just a young man. You’ve stayed on this abandoned planet for too long. You have no idea how vast the universe is.” A skinny old man from the Niekong Sect shook his head.

“Chen Beixuan, you’re indeed talented, since you were able to cultivate such powerful Dharma Power in this planet region. Even I wanted to take you in as my disciple. However, don’t take my kindness for granted. Since you’re already at this level, you should know that there are some people you can go against and some you can’t. Surrendering to powerful cultivators isn’t something humiliating,” the tall, brawny old man reminded Chen Fan.

Qin Jian, the old man in linen clothes, said to Chen Fan, “He’s right, Brother Chen. Let this loser go. I can spare everyone of your sect. I might not be quite useful after living thousands of years, but I can still help to save your lives.”

In a blink, everyone focused their attention on Chen Fan.

The world was in silence.

“I know. He’s the ‘King of Falling Stars,’ Qin Jian. Why is he here? Wasn’t he dead?” Lord Dragon suddenly said in shock.

“Who’s the ‘King of Falling Stars?'” A’Xiu wondered.

Lord Dragon lowered his head and whispered as he trembled,

“The King of Falling Stars isn’t a Grand Cultivator, but the son of a Grand Cultivator. His father was the Emperor of Apollo Palace, the recognized top Overlord in the entire Little South Heavenly Realm. Two of his big brothers had already become Divine Lords. His second big brother was even named ‘Sword Saint,’ who fought across the galaxy with his sword and made an imperishable sect yield. His fifth brother inherited the position of Prince of Apollo Palace and was said to have control of the most powerful Divine Treasure of the sect, which could be used to fight with Grand Cultivators.

“Even though Qin Jian wasn’t as strong as his brothers, he reached the level of Half Grand Cultivator fifty thousand years ago, which was why he was titled the King of Falling Stars from Apollo Palace. He was someone extremely terrifying in front of the Half Grand Cultivators.”

“Right, that’s him. I’ve read about him in a journal written by an Ancestral Patriarch of the Xuanfeng Sect. He wears linen clothes and has the Yaoyang Divine Sword given by his Emperor, and he’s extremely stingy. That’s the King of Falling Stars,” Master Ling Yun also exclaimed.

The hearts of many cultivators—those who had contact with the large sects in the Star Ocean—hopelessly sank.

It was said that there were Grand Elders who were older than fifty thousand years of age in the imperishable sects. Those Grand Elders had earth-shattering power at an incredibly high level, which could already be considered godly, something that not even Nascent Soul cultivators could resist. Being the son of a Grand Cultivator who had a bloodline that spanned for countless generations and was addressed as “King,” how terrifying was this King of Falling Stars, Qin Jian?

Rumor had it that there had been less than ten Kings in the Apollo Palace throughout history. Each one of them was someone who had shaken the galaxy.

Many Divine Princes of Apollo Palace weren’t even granted the title of King their entire lives.

“So, the others are also the Grand Elders of those sects?” Jiang Churan asked.

At this point—

Lord Dragon had already recognized them and he explained with a shaking voice.

Qin Jian was from the Apollo Palace; “Brother Fu” was Fu Yan, the Grand Elder of the Changshen Sect; the pretty woman in a palace gown was from the Fuyao Sect; the skinny elder was from the Niekong Sect, and the tall, brawny old man was a Grand Elder of the Taichu Divine Realm. The last two cultivators surrounded by galaxies and Fiend Qi were from the Wuji Sect and the Demon Sun Sect respectively.

Those seven people were apparently the heavy hitters of the Divine Sects.

Each one of them had lived more than fifty thousand years and was a legend and a myth deep in the Star Ocean. They had also been Divine Princes countless generations before and had even been counted among the most outstanding ones. Qin Feng, Yi Qian, Qiao Yu and Qiao Zhen were their descendants, although they weren’t even worth mentioning in front of those Overlords.

“These are all heavy hitters of the large sects. Apart from the Divine Lords and Sect Masters, they’re also respected beings in the Divine Sects. Most of them don’t get involved in conquests and they usually shut themselves in to cultivate and break through to the Soul Formation level. Some may not even show up after ten thousand years. So, why would they risk to come to the Abandoned Planet Region now?” Lord Dragon was confused, but Master Ling Yun understood a bit after thinking about what had happened in the deity ground.

The importance of Earth far beyond their imagination.

It looked like the Grand Cultivators were determined to conquer Earth. This meant that the threat Chen Fan was going to face was massive and out of their imagination. Master Ling Yun’s heart sank to the bottom as realization dawned upon him. Everyone could only look up quietly and wait for Chen Fan’s reply.

“If you let my unsuccessful descendant go, I can offer you a planet in the ‘Shanyang Planet Region’ I’ve just gotten, apart from sparing your life. That planet has mines of the rare ‘Golden Refined Stones’ and there are up to a billion Spirit Stones. What do you think, Brother Chen?” the old man in linen clothes said to Chen Fan with a smile.

“Be grateful, kid. Let alone that the planet has mines of Golden Refined Stones, we’re already showing you kindness by sparing the lives of everyone in your sect. If that weren’t the case, not even a bloodbath on this whole planet would be enough to pay for all your sins,” the brawny old man said.

“That’s right.” The other few Grand Elders also nodded.

Chen Fan had killed so many Divine Princes and the army of the large sects. Even though those Half Grand Cultivators didn’t care about the normal elders and Golden Core Cultivators, the Divine Princes had their worth after all. If it weren’t for the fact that Chen Fan’s cultivation speed was too fast and that he might have obtained some kind of secret art in the deity ground, they would have simply smacked him to death.

“No,” Chen Fan replied gently and then stomped his foot.

Poof!

The Divine Soul and body of Qin Feng—who was relieved since he felt he could get away from this—were smashed by Chen Fan. Countless drops of blood were splashed everywhere. The world went silent; the smile on the old man in linen also froze.