Chapter 595 - 556: Chaotic God Martial Artist, What Night is This?

Song Ciwan realized that in this distant, Different Space-Time, she had actually heard the Huaxia Language!

Countless times before, she had woken from dreams in the middle of the night, feeling lost and despondent.

But the sounds of her homeland were distant, and she was no longer the person she once was. She had her own Dao to pursue; there was no turning back.

Most importantly, after all these years of Cultivation, she might not look old, but she had actually spent countless years in various Cultivation Spaces. That time spent cultivating was all too real.

Every time she acquired a new Technique, it seemed as though she could advance it from Beginner to Mastery, or even higher, in a mere moment. It was as if she had gained all that Cultivation experience from thin air—

’But does anything in this world ever truly come from thin air?’

It was all earned through her own painstaking Cultivation, bit by bit!

A quarter of an hour in the real world could equal a year or even ten years in a Cultivation Space. Sometimes, a quarter of an hour could be equivalent to a century.

To be honest, a ten-year Cultivation session was still manageable; after all, time has little meaning in Cultivation. But Cultivation measured in centuries was truly terrifying.

A hundred years. No food, no drink, no rest or recreation—just solitary immersion in a Cultivation Space, training nonstop. She couldn’t leave until her time was up!

That Song Ciwan could endure such loneliness and cultivate diligently without pause showed that her perseverance and determination were among the best in the world.

As a result, she dreamt of her past less and less. Recently, she had even stopped sleeping altogether. Naturally, something like reminiscing about the sounds of her homeland hadn’t happened in a very long time.

But some things are etched into your very bones. The moment Song Ciwan understood that the gray-clothed youth opposite her was speaking the Huaxia Language, a surge of hot blood rushed from her heart straight to her head.

For the first time, her body moved faster than her mind.

With a push of her left palm, her right hand became a blur of a thousand illusions, creating myriad phantoms that shifted like the celestial light. They enveloped the gray-clothed youth from every direction, from heaven to earth.

This was the Thousand Illusions Divine Palm.

The gray-clothed youth was as slippery as an eel, and when Song Ciwan’s palm made contact with his body, she felt her Palm Power inexplicably sink into a sort of distorted, chaotic turbulence—

However, in the world of Martial Arts, speed reigns supreme.

Speed is one extreme, and power is another.

And Song Ciwan, now at the Acupoint Fusion Great Perfection realm, possessed the extremes of both speed and power. Without even needing to activate her Infinite Divine Power, she used her own Palm Power to forcibly shatter the strange chaos surrounding the gray-clothed youth.

With a CRACK, Song Ciwan twisted the gray-clothed youth’s hands behind his back. At the same time, she flicked her left index finger, drawing the character for ’Forbidden’ on his body.

This ’Forbidden’ character was something she had suddenly thought to try in a flash of inspiration.

The rules of this place were rather strange. Human World Magic, like the Wind Manipulation Technique and the Qi Absorption Technique, had inexplicably lost some of their effectiveness here.

However, the Celestial Spirit Daoist Skill, Upright Shadowless, could still be used, and Song Ciwan’s Qi Blood Martial Techniques were also unaffected by the environment.

Her own True Qi was not restricted, so the failure of her magic was clearly not due to any suppression on her person, but rather a unique characteristic of this place.

This led Song Ciwan to think about the various Huaxia characters she had seen here.

’Forbidden’ was also a Huaxia character!

Song Ciwan had long ago grasped the ability to transform Huaxia characters into talismans. This skill had served her well in the Nine Provinces Mortal World, so how could it be useless here?

She gave it a try and quickly discovered that the Forbidden Character Technique was indeed effective!

Not only was it effective, but its effects were also remarkably subtle and profound.

The Forbidden Character Technique seemed to possess a discerning ability; it immobilized only the gray-clothed youth’s limbs, leaving his mouth free.

The gray-clothed youth, suppressed by an Abnormal Power and unable to move, could only bend at the waist with his back arched, awkwardly craning his neck to say angrily, "Let me go! You vile outsider! Not only are you trying to steal our food, but you also want to take my Silver Fork! How can you be so greedy? Let me go!"

His tone was still very strange, and his word choice and phrasing had an indescribably awkward feel.

But this time, Song Ciwan listened carefully and could clearly make out what he was saying.

The sounds of home—this was, without a doubt, the sound of home!

A thousand emotions flooded her heart, to the point that the youth’s anger now seemed as insignificant as a child’s tantrum in her eyes.

Song Ciwan’s eyes were on the gray-clothed youth, but her gaze seemed to pass right through him, looking toward the world she could never return to.

She said softly, "What did you just say? Say it again!"

This was standard Huaxia Language, far more pleasant to the ear than the youth’s garbled tones.

The gray-clothed youth’s first reaction was even greater anger. "I said, let me go! You vile outsider! Don’t think I’m a pushover, you lawless scum! If my Uncle Dong wasn’t off chasing that Swordsman, you wouldn’t have stood a chance of suppressing me!"

"What kind of trick did you use? Why can’t I move?"

"Bastard! Cunning! Deceitful! A grown-up bullying a kid! You should be thrown out of Heaven-Reaching City! Are you—are you one of the rioters?"

After venting his anger, the gray-clothed youth was suddenly stunned. "No, wait! Who are you? Who exactly are you? Why can you speak our Great Xia Language?"

...

Not only was it the Great Xia Language, but her command of it sounded even more elegant and refined than his own.

The gray-clothed youth grew more shocked and furious. At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Scale manifested beside Song Ciwan: [Human desires. The fury, terror, and doubt of a Tier Three Chaotic God Martial Artist. Two catties and one tael. Can be sold.]

[Human desires. The horror, unease, and anxiety of a Tier Three Chaotic God Martial Artist. Two catties and six taels. Can be sold.]

As two consecutive bundles of human desires were collected by the Heaven and Earth Scale, Song Ciwan gradually calmed her mind.

She took a step back, completely releasing her hands that had been pinning the gray-clothed youth. However, he was still controlled by the Forbidden Character Technique. Even though Song Ciwan had backed away, the technique was not released, and he remained unable to move.

The gray-clothed youth’s hair stood on end. For some reason, even though she had backed away, he only found this foreign villain even more terrifying.

His mouth grew wet with nervous saliva as he tried to sound as fierce as possible, demanding, "What are you going to do?"

Song Ciwan silently mulled over the words "Chaotic God Martial Artist" given by the Heaven and Earth Scale. She replied unhurriedly, "What am I going to do? Shouldn’t I be asking what you were trying to do? You ambushed me first. I only counter-attacked and subdued you. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Seeing that she was willing to reason, the gray-clothed youth immediately grew bolder and said angrily, "The insect corpses in each district are accounted for! The corpse in the Vast Sea Building belongs to our Zhen Shi District! You dared to cross the border to steal it, so what’s wrong with me trying to stop you?"

Song Ciwan tilted her head and looked up at the Ancient Divine Insect Corpse suspended high in the air.

For a moment, she suspected she had either misheard him or misunderstood his meaning.

She feigned disdain and said, "Cross the border to steal it? Are you joking? It’s the corpse of an insect that’s been air-dried for who knows how many years. Why would I want to steal that?"