From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 315 The Immortal Technique Inheritance is Complete, Crisis Awaits Resolution

My eyes turned cold as I stared at Ling Feng's distorted face, and anger surged within me.

How dare he!

The inheritance ceremony had clearly ended, yet he still tried to seize it by force!

Ling Feng's movements were swift and sudden, carrying a reckless madness.

Although I have undergone the inheritance of immortal techniques and suffered great losses, the trials I have endured these days have not been in vain.

In that instant, my body reacted.

Step aside to avoid it.

Ling Feng's fingertips brushed against my cheek with a sharp, gust of wind, and I could feel the chilling killing intent emanating from them.

At the same time, the immortal power within his body surged like a tide, gathering in his palm.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, like the calm before a storm.

"Be bold!"

Master Huixin's angry shout was like a thunderclap, making the entire Sutra Repository buzz.

The oppressive aura was overwhelming, carrying the supreme majesty of a powerful immortal, clearly intended to uphold the fairness of the inheritance.

However, Ling Feng had completely lost his mind.

He was unwilling to accept that all his long-planned schemes had ultimately come to nothing.

"The immortal techniques are mine! They are mine!" he roared, seemingly insane, his hands rapidly forming hand seals.

In an instant, blinding beams of spiritual light shot towards me like arrows, carrying an aura of world destruction.

This was his strongest spell, his last struggle.

I took a deep breath and calmed down.

The newly inherited immortal techniques flowed through his body, carrying an unprecedentedly powerful force.

Without haste, I moved my hands, and mysterious runes appeared out of thin air, forming an indestructible barrier in front of me.

The light struck the barrier, producing a deafening roar.

The barrier trembled slightly, but never broke.

I could feel the power of my immortal magic being constantly depleted, but I remained calm and composed.

The time for a counterattack has come!

A glint flashed in my eyes, and I pushed hard with both hands. The runes on the barrier instantly burst forth with dazzling light, swallowing up all the incoming spiritual light.

Immediately afterwards, an even more powerful immortal force surged toward Ling Feng like a raging torrent.

The entire library was shaking, ancient books on the shelves were falling down, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Not far away, Su Yao's figure was hidden in the shadows.

Her gaze was fixed on me, filled with jealousy and resentment.

It was a twisted malice, a desire to utterly destroy me.

"Why...why wasn't I the one who received the immortal inheritance..." she murmured to herself, her voice sharp and cold.

Just as I was about to completely defeat Ling Feng, Abbess Huixin's voice rang out again, trembling slightly: "Xiao Yao, you..."

Ling Feng changed his moves, his palm strikes becoming sharp as knives, and his speed increased several times over.

I barely dodged it, but felt a sharp pain on my cheek, and a strand of hair fell to the ground.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, damn it!

Although this inherited power is strong, I have not yet fully mastered it. Forcibly activating it now would put a great strain on my body.

Ling Feng's attacks became increasingly fierce, and I gradually began to feel the strain.

His figure was as elusive as a ghost, and every move he made was filled with chilling killing intent.

I gritted my teeth, suppressing the surging blood and qi within me, and tried my best to resist his attacks.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from my shoulder.

I groaned and staggered back a few steps, my clothes instantly stained with blood.

Looking down, I saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on my shoulder, blood gushing out, warm liquid sliding down my arm and dripping onto the ground with a "plop, plop" sound.

"Xiao Yao!" Master Huixin exclaimed in surprise, seemingly wanting to step forward to stop her.

However, Elder Xuanfeng beside her reached out to stop her, shook his head, and whispered, "Master, let's see what's going on first."

Master Huixin frowned and finally stopped.

Their conversation reached my ears word for word, and my heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.

This feeling of being scrutinized puts me under immense pressure.

No, I can't give up! I have more important things to do!

I took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain, and stared intently at Ling Feng.

A sinister smile played on his face, as if victory was already assured.

In a flash, an idea popped into my head.

I suddenly threw the immortal technique manual in my hand into the air, and Ling Feng's eyes were instantly drawn to it. He subconsciously reached out to snatch it.

It's now!

I seized the opportunity, mobilized all the remaining immortal power in my body, gathered it in my palm, and struck Ling Feng's back fiercely.

“You…” Mingyue covered her mouth, looking at me in disbelief.

Ling Feng grunted, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but collapsed weakly to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment.

I made it!

I steadied myself and reached out to catch the slowly falling immortal technique manual.

A powerful force surged into my body from the manual, flowing through my limbs and bones, bringing indescribable comfort.

I felt as if I had merged with heaven and earth, and the surrounding spiritual energy was joyfully flowing towards me.

Golden light emanated from me, illuminating the entire library.

I slowly opened my eyes, which shone with confidence.

The legacy has been passed on!

"Yao'er." A familiar voice came, carrying a hint of relief and excitement.

I looked up and saw Wen Chen standing not far away, his eyes full of tenderness.

He walked towards me step by step, each step feeling like it was landing on my heart, making me feel incredibly safe and secure.

I walked quickly towards him, threw myself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

All the previous grievances, misunderstandings, and anxieties vanished at this moment.

I could feel his warm embrace, and his familiar scent made me feel incredibly safe.

“I did it,” I said softly, my voice trembling slightly.

"I know you did a great job," Wen Chen said softly, gently stroking my hair.

I looked up into his deep eyes, my heart filled with happiness and sweetness.

He reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth; the warmth of his fingertips sent a shiver down my spine.

"Are you injured?" His voice carried a hint of heartache.

I shook my head. "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

He pulled me into his arms, rested his chin on my forehead, and whispered, "From now on, I will always be by your side and will never let you get hurt again."

I closed my eyes and quietly felt his embrace. At that moment, it felt as if the world consisted only of the two of us.

Suddenly, he released me, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes, "Yao'er..."

Wen Chen's tone suddenly turned serious. He gently stroked my cheek, a hint of worry in his eyes.

“Yao’er,” his voice was low and solemn, “I sense something is amiss with the Immortal Sect.”

Almost simultaneously, a piercing alarm shattered the sky, its sharp sound echoing throughout the library, making eardrums buzz.

That sound was a distress signal from the Immortal Sect!

My heart sank, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

I have seen this voice recorded in ancient texts; it is only used when a sect faces annihilation.

"Oh no! Something's happened to the immortal sect!" Abbess Huixin's expression changed drastically, and the whisk in her hand fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

The atmosphere inside the library froze instantly, filled with a tense and oppressive feeling.

I immediately turned to look at Wen Chen, whose expression had also become unusually solemn, with a cold light flashing in his deep eyes.

He held my hand tightly, and the warmth of his palm gave me a sense of strength.

"Let's go!" Without a moment's hesitation, Wen Chen grabbed me, and we transformed into a streak of light, swiftly heading towards the outside of the Scripture Pavilion.

My heart was pounding, and the whistling wind seemed to be urging me on.

The Immortal Sect, my home, is in danger!

I must rush back and protect it!

The power of inheritance surges within me, as if responding to my resolve.

I felt an unprecedentedly powerful force, a confidence that allowed me to control everything.

I held Wen Chen's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and my heart was filled with strength.

"Wen Chen," I said in a deep voice, "no matter what the enemy is, I will protect the Immortal Sect and our home!"

Wen Chen turned to look at me, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He gripped my hand tightly and said firmly, "Let's do it together!"

Just as we were about to arrive at the Immortal Gate, a powerful and evil aura rushed towards us, making it hard to breathe.

I looked up and saw dark clouds looming over the Immortal Gate, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"What is that..." My heart sank, and an ominous premonition welled up inside me.