Ultimate Immortals’ Duel
They called it Clearwater City, an enormous city located in the northwest of Third Continent formerly categorised as a standard city in the world of cultivation. It was located in a dry desert, where red, rugged rocks stood. It was a rather obscure name until more recently. True, there were a lot of cultivators there, but the cultivation standard of the original inhabitants wasn’t advanced, and it didn’t flourished if compared to Twenty-Five Kilometres South Garden. In recent months, its name started to surge across the continent because a cultivator managed to land a rank on Ultimate Immortals Ranking.
The accomplishments and ranking of Sikong Qiwen, the dark horse from Sikong Clan, on Ultimate Immortals Ranking was met with feverish attention. As a matter of fact, he replaced Mu Yu as the daily news headliner. He ploughed through twenty-one ultimate immortals, some of whom were disciples of the great eight sects, to climb to rank fifty-one in a short span of time. His meteoric rise from zero angered many sects as his rise came at the cost of their reputation and the lives of their shining disciples. Most recently, he turned Solitude Sect’s Mu Kong into meat on the floor. Eager to elevate himself to greater heights, he just challenged rank fifty, Tian Budai.
Though landing a spot on the rankings was a big deal, getting into the top fifty, where changes in ranking were far and few between, was proof of undeniable worth. After all, ascending to Spirit Severing Realm before the age of forty, which was the bare minimum of anyone in the top fifty, wasn’t something sheer will or gifts alone were adequate.
Tian Budai couldn’t turn down the challenge owing to his reign as Celestial Star Sect’s successor. And so, he accepted the challenge to decide the real rank fifty at Clearwater City in two months’ time.
“An enemy’s enemy is an ally. Shall we go join the fun?” Xiaoshuai proposed, feasting on a drumstick as per usual.
“Why should we? I don’t need anyone to harvest Tian Budai’s head for me; I’ll take it myself,” Mu Yu responded. “The only reason I’m interested in Clearwater City is because it’ll be where I bury Tian Budai.”
For the last half a year, Mu Yu’s status as rank eighty-one remained the same, much to everyone’s disappointment. Since Primordial Yin Yang hid his crest, nobody had challenged him in a long time. Ling Zheng’s spot at rank sixty-seven was still his because of the method Mu Yu chose to kill him with, as well as Mu Yu’s instructions to keep a lid on it.
Mu Yu made a trip back to Moyun Mountains after bidding farewell to Formation Sect. Of course, he wasn’t deluded into thinking he could enter, but he wanted to verify Bai Jie hadn’t gone after Feng Haochen yet.
“Mu Yu, are you lost? I feel as though we haven’t gotten anywhere since we set foot in this sweltering desert several hours ago,” the dragon vine, who hated hot weather, came out and grouched.
“That’s a horrible joke. I’m an elite navigator.”
Mu Yu landed on a rock and tried using the position of the sun as a compass. All Mu Yu saw in his surroundings was sand and more sand.
“So… where to next?”
“Based on my experience, we should head east. When we set out this morning, the sun shone northwest. Our shadows now tend northeast. Based on my rough estimate, eight hours and forty-five minutes have past. Factoring in my flight speed, the wind, sandstorms and surface area of the sand, w-”
“Yeah, we’re lost,” Xiaoshuai interrupted.
Mu Yu shrugged.
“Almost had me there with your rambling,” remarked the dragon vine.
“Ask Punctured Sword to materialise a tree. There’s nobody around, anyway. Spawn some shade fir so that we can go faster,” proposed Xiaoshuai, plucking a leave from Wood Spirit Sword to fan himself. He also had a leaf, well, a dry leaf now, overhead as a hat.
People commonly built houses using shade fir in the desert to escape the heat.
“We’d be in trouble if a cultivator saw a shade fir soaring across the sky.”
“And that’s somehow worse than dying in the heat?”
“You win. I’ll cast a camouflage formation to be safe.”
Mu Yu cast a camouflage formation on them using Primordial Yin Yang and slid into Wood Spirit Sword’s shade fir. Unfortunately, flying fast didn’t fix the navigation issue.
“Hey, camel fiend beast poop,” Mu Yu exclaimed.
“Has the heat fried your brain? Why are you excited about a pile of poo?” Xiaoshuai grumbled, partially because the heat spoiled his food.
Mu Yu flicked Xiaoshuai’s head and explained, “Stupid. The normal citizens of Clearwater City ride camels to travel long distances in the desert; they, in fact, are the main mode of transport. Since the desert hasn’t buried the poop yet, that means someone just passed by. We can find someone if we just follow the trail of poop.”
Mu Yu descended to examine the poop. He removed the formation and shade fir, switching out for his flying sword.
“So fun. Finding poop is so fun,” Xiaoshuai sarcastically remarked.
“Shut up. You prefer to stay here?” Mu Yu chided.
Upon spotting an escort team after an hour of flying, Mu Yu effused, “See? I told you so. I’m a genius.”
“At what, finding poo?”
“Thanks for the constructive comment. You feel better about yourself now?”
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