Chapter 208, Sonny, Have a Deathmatch with Daddy?

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

 

Mo Wentian wore the blank mask on his way through Myriad Mountains and towards the Trial Tower.

 

The one-eyed old man kept pestering him in his mind, making Mo Wentian feel like his brain exploded.

 

“Damn geezer, just stop, for heaven’s sake! My mind can’t take it anymore.”

 

“Little Brother, take me as your Master and immortality will be around the corner.

 

“Why are you so obsessed with some garbage Lower Realm’s disciple contest? How strong can that supreme existence you keep mentioning possibly be? Don’t you know I’m an Immortal Emperor from the Fiendish Immortal Domain? When I was alive, I could flatten this Nine Province Continent with a casual slap.”

 

“Bragging much, geezer? While you’re going about flattening Nine Province Continent, would you believe me that the supreme existence on Soaring Immortal Mountain would squash you with his thumb?”

 

The one-eyed old man sneered. “Who does he think he is? The arrogance, using his thumb to squash me. Little Brother, would you believe me that this supreme existence would beg for mercy the moment he sees me?”

 

“Never!” Mo Wentian was pissed.

 

While the old geezer did save him from the oblivion the immortal black soul promised, Mo Wentian had nothing but revulsion to this bloodsucking leech mooching off his spiritual power in his mindscape for over a dozen years.

 

[If you’re so damn tough, you old bastard, why the hell are you cowering in my mind for the past decade and sucking up all my efforts?]

 

The old man planned on ranting further when suddenly, a tremendous pressure descended over the area.

 

“Oh no, Little Brother, it’s that Immortal Domain genius you pissed off. Did he sense your aura?”

 

Mo Wentian huffed. “I won’t fall for it, you old bastard.”

 

“Ha-ha, suit yourself.”

 

Mo Wentian whistled as he went. It was only a moment later that Mo Wentian sensed it as well, the raging torrent of power washing over him.

 

This time, he grimaced. “Shit, it’s for real!”

 

Mo Wentian took out a secret treasure at once, ready to flee, but he ran out of time.

 

Fa Tian blocked him with his golden immortal blade at the ready, to sever his head.

 

His cold eyes fixed on Mo Wentian.

 

Mo Wentian’s cultivation was unknown as he wore the blank mask,

and was wondering if he could play this guy for a fool once more.

 

His heart raced, pleading the old geezer for help, but the one-eyed guy was conveniently silent for once.

 

[I just knew he was useless.] Mo Wentian used every ounce of strength to keep cool.

 

“Fellow Daoist, why are you stopping me?”

 

Fa Tian pointed his blade at him. “Take off that mask.”

 

Mo Wentian nodded. He put his hand on the mask, but paused just before he did, saying, “Fellow Daoist, are you looking down on me? You think I’d just take it off just because you said so?”

 

“Then I’ll kill you.”

 

Fa Tian hacked, not bothering to know for sure if he was indeed Mo Wentian under that mask. Not to mention Fa Tian killed anyone on a whim anyway, especially eyesores. Once he’s dead, Fa Tian could just pry the mask from the cold corpse and check himself.

 

Fa Tian’s blade came bearing boundless killing intent, but Mo Wentian was prepared. He crushed a talisman, and his body turned into a golden light, sending him half a mile away.

 

*Boom!*

 

The blade struck the ground and left a deep gouge in the earth from all that excessive show of force.

 

Mo Wentian thanked his lucky stars for all the secret treasures he got.

 

“I knew it was you!” Fa Tian’s eyes flashed, turning to find Mo Wentian fleeing, and he gave chase.

 

He would kill this bastard once and for all! [You wanted to toy with me? Now you’ll pay the price!]

 

Mo Wentian ran for his life, unable to believe his rotten luck putting him face to face with Fa Tian again

 

Seeing Fa Tian relentless in his pursuit, he could only flee. He knew the moment Fa Tian caught up to him, he was finished.

 

A golden light flashed over Mo Wentian, the golden immortal blade missing his scalp by an inch.

 

“That almost took my head.”

 

The golden immortal blade fell ahead of Mo Wentian and exploded in a radiant glow, turning into a gargantuan blade and blocking Mo Wentian’s escape.

 

He paled, finding himself stuck. “I’m screwed this time.”

 

The old man in his mindscape sneered. “Little Brother, there’s no escape now.”

 

“Damn geezer, this is your one and only chance to possess that guy.”

 

“With the many aces in an Immortal Domain genius’ sleeve, possessing him is suicide.”

 

The old man rolled his eye.

 

“Where’s your Immortal Emperor pride? Weren’t you bragging just now how great you are? That you’d flatten that supreme existence on Soaring Immortal Mountain? Handling some recultivating Immortal Domain genius should be a breeze.”

 

“Ha-ha, Little Brother, you clearly don’t believe me. Why should I mess with him?” The old man mocked.

 

Mo Wentian was pissed. “Damn frickin’ geezer, I raised you for a dozen years in my mind. Now that I’m about to die, you ignore me instead of helping?”

 

The old man laughed. “Little Brother, lighten up. Call me grandfather, and I will help.”

 

“Grandpa, help me.” Mo Wentian caved on the spot.

 

“Good child.” The old man cackled in his mind.

 

Mo Wentian’s mouth twitched, cursing the geezer’s entire bloodline.

 

Just then, Fa Tian arrived, glaring at Mo Wentian. “Let’s see you escape now. You toyed with me, and now I’m going to bury you!”

 

Mo Wentian panicked, calling the one-eyed old man for help.

 

“Good child, take it easy. Grandpa won’t let anything happen to you.”

 

A majestic power surged from within Mo Wentian, and the Immortal Energy got sucked up by him. Mo Wentian’s Qi Refining cultivation skyrocketed.

 

“What’s going on here?” Mo Wentian started.

 

The old man smiled. “It’s my secret soul art, letting my soul and your mind combine, attuning to Dao, and boosting your cultivation to Empty Immortal Stage for a brief period. But the Empty Immortal Stage is too harsh for your body to take. Use your secret treasures and finish this quickly. For when the art ends, you’ll be sorry.”

 

Mo Wentian ignored the old man, too thrilled to care. Endless Immortal Energy flooded his body, bringing endless power and relish with it.

 

“Calling you grandpa was worth it!” Mo Wentian took out a hidden immortal sword, pointing it at Fa Tian.

 

“Child, have a deathmatch with Daddy!”