Chapter 505 - 512: Confronting a Mahayana Cultivator Head-on

Holding her umbrella, Song Wanning paused. A dark glint flashed through her cool, detached eyes.

In the Spirit Realm, she wouldn’t have stood a chance.

But...

Here in the Netherworld, however, she might just have a fighting chance.

If she was truly outmatched, she could always just run away again.

"Senior, you have already obtained one Rebirth Flower. Why must you fight a junior like me for this one?"

"Sometimes, being too greedy isn’t a good thing."

The corner of Song Wanning’s lip curled into a cold smile.

Her calm and composed demeanor made the Mahayana cultivator laugh.

"What a little brat. You’ve got quite the mouth on you."

"You’re the first person who’s ever dared to steal from me."

The Mahayana cultivator simply saw Song Wanning as an ignorant child and lost any desire to toy with her.

His expression darkened. With a wave of his hand, a massive blade several meters long appeared.

The great blade radiated a terrifying aura. The dense Evil Qi was a testament to how many lives it had claimed.

He’d let Song Wanning escape last time and was determined not to make the same mistake. He opened with his ultimate move, intending to kill her in a single strike!

But Song Wanning abruptly snapped her red umbrella shut. With a flick of her wrist, a red Longsword appeared in her hand.

SHING—

The Longsword vibrated, then shot toward the Mahayana cultivator in the next instant.

This time, Song Wanning didn’t use a shred of Spiritual Power. Instead, she chose to use her strongest asset: her Divine Soul Power.

Previously, her Divine Soul Power had just been immense. But after consulting with the Valley Master, she had learned the Ghost Cultivator method of giving form to Soul Power.

Although she wasn’t yet proficient, she still managed to execute the technique successfully.

A devastating wave of Sword Dao rushed forward to meet the great blade. The instant they collided, the entire tower shook violently.

AHHH—

The evil souls in the cauldrons of oil screamed in terror. Unable to maintain their forms, they struggled frantically in the churning vats.

Thick, bubbling hot oil sloshed over the sides, spilling all over the floor!

"What the hell are you?"

The Mahayana cultivator’s strike, which he’d been certain would be decisive, had been met evenly by the Longsword. Now, the two weapons were locked in a stalemate mid-air, neither giving an inch.

Moreover, the Longsword seemed to possess an Artifact Spirit, giving it an extraordinary aura.

’But how is that possible?’

’Song Wanning’s Cultivation is clearly at the Out-of-Body Stage. There’s no way I misjudged it!’

’And she’s definitely not hiding her Cultivation level!’

’What in the world is going on?’

It was the first time the Mahayana cultivator had ever encountered such a bizarre situation, and his face was a mask of shock and fury.

"So that’s why you dare to fight me. Hmph."

His gaze turned sharp. "But young one, sometimes overconfidence will only lead to your own ruin!"

He would not allow his authority to be challenged. Song Wanning had to be defeated by him.

A corner of Song Wanning’s mouth lifted. Far from being afraid, her eyes shone with excitement.

"I’d also like to see for myself the legendary power of a Mahayana cultivator!"

With that, they both struck again. The blade and sword above them clashed with renewed intensity, and the tower began to shake violently once more.

The Mahayana cultivator gestured with his hand, and a Mountain and River Seal appeared in his palm.

Go—

The Mountain and River Seal instantly transformed into the image of a great mountain and a rushing river, bearing down on Song Wanning with crushing force.

To an outsider’s eye, it was just a seal. But to Song Wanning, it was an insurmountable mountain, with a powerful waterfall crashing down from its peak.

It had the unstoppable momentum of ten thousand stampeding horses.

Song Wanning took a small step back. With a mere thought, a Space Talisman formed from Yin Qi appeared before her.

"Go!"

With a sharp cry, the Space Talisman flew up to meet the Mountain and River Seal.

The Mahayana cultivator frowned at the sight of the rune. Before he could even comprehend the technique, he watched as the Space Talisman absorbed his Mountain and River Seal, which then vanished completely!

He was horrified. If not for the faint connection he still felt to his Magical Treasure, he would have thought it had been destroyed.

Even so, shock rippled through him.

"You can perform Void Talisman Painting? Just who in the Netherworld are you?"

’He had never once considered that Song Wanning might be of the Human Clan. After all, what human is wreathed in Yin Qi?’

’Or attacks entirely with Yin Qi?’

’It’s completely impossible!’

’Therefore, the person before him had to be some ancient, monstrous Ghost Cultivator!!!!’

’This is too bizarre.’

The Mahayana cultivator finally shed his contempt, his expression turning serious.

’He never imagined that in the short time since he’d last seen her, she would have changed so completely.’

"Who I am isn’t important. I need a Rebirth Flower. If you’re willing to stand aside, we can discuss this peacefully."

Song Wanning’s gaze was cool. Treasures belonged to those who could take them, but if the Mahayana cultivator was willing to negotiate, there was no need for further conflict.

"Hmph. In your dreams!"

The Mahayana cultivator snorted, a cold light glinting in his eyes as he looked at her as if she were already dead.

"You are indeed bizarre and unnatural. But those who walk a crooked path are doomed to self-destruct!"

’He needed the Rebirth Flower too; there was no way he would just hand it over to Song Wanning.’

’After all, in the Cultivation World, there was no such thing as first come, first served.’

’Treasures belonged to the strong!!!’

"Fine. If we can’t reach an agreement, then I’d like to experience for myself just how powerful you are!"

Song Wanning’s expression abruptly darkened. Her hands flew through a series of seals, and with a forward thrust, a bolt of lightning shot out and sank into her Longsword.

BOOM—

Imbued with the Power of thunder and lightning, the Longsword trembled, unleashing an endless torrent of energy toward the great blade.

With another thought, she summoned a Space-Time Talisman in mid-air and sent it flying toward the Mahayana cultivator.

The Mahayana cultivator roared in fury. His right arm suddenly grew thick and long, and he slammed it into the ground. Instantly, countless stone blades erupted from the floor, layer by layer, and swarmed toward Song Wanning.

Embedded within the stone blades were seeds that sprouted with incredible speed, their twisting vines trying to ensnare Song Wanning.

...

In just a single minute, the two had already exchanged over a dozen blows.

The Netherworld King entered the ninth layer, only to be greeted by a flash of sword light.

He swatted it away with a wave of his hand. Seeing the utter chaos around him, fury blazed in his heart.

His arrival startled both Song Wanning and the Mahayana cultivator. A powerful force pushed them both back several steps. They clutched their Magical Treasures tightly, looking warily at the third party who had suddenly appeared.

’Could this person also be here for the Rebirth Flower?’

Both Song Wanning and the Mahayana cultivator tacitly shifted to block the path to the Rebirth Flower. Their gazes met, sparks seeming to fly between them, neither willing to yield.

"Who are you?"

The Mahayana cultivator demanded, inwardly cursing his bad luck.

’Although Rebirth Flowers were rare in the Netherworld, hardly any Ghost Cultivators ever paid them any mind.’

’He never expected this to become such a complicated affair.’

"Who am I?"

The Netherworld King laughed, utterly infuriated.

The two of them had shaken the very foundations of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, terrifying the evil souls to the brink of a riot.

’And they dared to ask who *he* was?’