Chapter 215: Sleeve Dimension
Chapter 215: Sleeve Dimension
The Flowing Cloud Sleeves of Leshui Sect, or the Great Luo Cloud Sleeves, was originally a technique specifically created to capture an opponent’s Talismans.
For Talisman users, countless Talismans of different natures and varying power could be summoned. Some insidious ones even included Talismans imbued with poison or possessing strange abilities. For a Talisman Master, besides unleashing Talismans to harm foes, another crucial skill was blocking or directly collecting the opponent’s Talismans. The Flowering Cloud Sleeves technique stemmed from this need. Its magical power had ever-changing forms, capable of simultaneously capturing three Talismans of different powers and suppressing their transformations.
What Fang Cun used now resembled Leshui Sect’s Flowing Cloud Sleeves.
Not only was his posture similar, but even the external flow of his magical power mimicked the technique.
However, this technique couldn’t block Young Master Bai’s Thunder Seal.
Because that Thunder Seal carried his divine intent. When a technique like this was cast, it contained over ten transformations. The Flowing Cloud Sleeves, which could only counter three transformations, fell drastically short in complexity compared to the thunder technique directed at Fang Cun. At this moment, Fang Cun should have had his technique instantly shattered, and his entire body would be severely wounded by the thunder power!
Techniques and powers within sects could be cultivated by those in the Foundation Building Realm, Light Condensation Realm, and Golden Core Realm.
But usually, only techniques cast by those in Light Condensation and Golden Core could be called proper Powers.
Because only they could wield divine intent, granting their techniques mysteriously profound transformations.
Fang Cun was a Foundation Builder!
Yet when he performed this Flowing Cloud Sleeves, he instantly surged his magical power, generating at least dozens of distinctive transformations. Simultaneously, the sensitivity to an opponent’s power shifts gifted by his three-point-three-inch Innate Qi, the extraordinary perception of the mystical in techniques gained through reciting the Scripture of Arts with Merit, and the chain effect sparked in his mind by studying countless scriptures…
Combined to grant his technique an understanding beyond ordinary limits.
Leshui Sect’s Flowing Cloud Sleeves could originally only process three of an opponent’s transformations. He, however, refined his sleeve opening into a true abyss, possessing the power to obliterate any variation in Magical Power and nullify the divine dignity and might of his adversary.
While it looked like Flowing Cloud Sleeves, the magical power’s changes were vastly different.
Therefore, Fang Cun named it his “Sleeve Dimension.”
He’d always liked the name of this Power. It was famous for being the trick that captured the Monkey Immortal!
Crackle…
The instant Young Master Bai unleashed his thunder technique, he thought he’d surely won. Even the watching Lingwu Sect Leader and its Elders felt the outcome was certain. The gap of one large Realm often brought an overwhelming, unreasonable sense of dominance…
Yet shockingly, events took a turn contrary to all expectations.
Vast Thunder Power either willingly rushed into that large sleeve or was pulled in by some strange force inside it. Like the interplay of positive and negative poles, all thunder unleashed by Young Master Bai vanished uselessly into the sleeve. Meanwhile, Fang Cun’s sleeve billowed fiercely, crackling as it scattered torrents of thunder light outwards.
BOOM!
Like a thunderous waterfall, the energy surged directly towards Young Master Bai.
“Another Forbidden Power?”
Young Master Bai felt stunned beyond words.
He simply couldn’t grasp it. How could a Foundation Building Realm Qi Refiner instantly dissolve his thunder power and then turn it into pure thunder essence surging back at him? It shattered his understanding.
The kind of thing that could defy understanding that way could only be a Forbidden Power!
And yet, when Second Young Master Fang cast this power, it didn’t even truly feel like one…
Whoosh!
Despite being in the Light Condensation Realm, he dared not face the thunder waterfall head-on. He dodged instinctively. Though unharmed, the fact that a Light Condensation expert had to retreat from a Foundation Builder’s attack was profoundly embarrassing. Endless fury burned within him, and he glared at Fang Cun as if facing a deadly enemy.
“Even if every technique you know is a Forbidden Power, how many could you possibly have learned?”
Young Master Bai growled harshly after dodging the thunder waterfall. He sprinted through the air straight for Fang Cun, aiming to crush him.
Frankly, his confidence wavered slightly.
He didn’t know for sure if Fang Cun had truly unleashed two Forbidden Powers back-to-back. But he believed that even if they were, Fang Cun must be nearing his limit. Forbidden Powers earned their name because they consumed enormous amounts of power, potentially causing irreversible depletion. So, even for the most resourceful, casting one was extremely taxing—casting two was outright suicidal!
There was also a crucial point: no matter how talented Fang Cun was, how could he possibly know multiple Forbidden Powers?
He’d only stayed at Yun Huan Sect for a single day.
At Lingwu Sect, he might’ve tricked endless scriptures, but only had one week there…
Where could he gain such insight?
If I can’t end you today, I don’t deserve the Bai surname…
Besides, as a Light Condensation cultivator, crushing a mere Foundation Builder should be easy.
While thinking this, he rushed towards Fang Cun, arriving almost instantly. As he neared Fang Cun, a massive surge of Lingwu expanded violently around him. The fog spread with unbelievable swiftness, filled with indistinct flashes of sword light. Countless Flying Swords materialized within, twinkling like stars, radiating chilling Qi—both illusory and frighteningly real—as if bringing a stretch of night sky right before Fang Cun.
Confronting sword intent resembling a vast, star-filled sky—how could it be blocked?
“Aiee!”
Seeing this fog spread out, the Lingwu Sect Leader and Elders gasped aloud, shocked.
They recognized Young Master Bai was pouring all his power into this technique and striking precisely when Second Young Master Fang was vulnerable. Their hearts tightened. They worried less about Fang Cun being overwhelmed and more that Young Master Bai might accidentally kill him…
“Perfect timing…”
Facing Young Master Bai’s move, Fang Cun sighed softly.
Since he aimed to make a name for himself, how could he claim genius without defeating someone in the Light Condensation Realm?
So, at that exact moment, he quietly gathered himself. Slowly, he formed a hand seal.
“Hundred Flowers Fragrant Realm!”
……
Yun Huan Sect had a Forbidden Power: the Hundred Flowers Fragrant Realm!
Forbidden Powers in various sects were forbidden either because they consumed too much Innate Qi or were too vicious.
Yun Huan Sect’s Hundred Flowers Fragrant Realm was uniquely forbidden because of its terrifying side effects!
The Hundred Flowers Fragrant Realm that Fang Cun experienced before was cast by seven distinguished Yun Huan Sect disciples acting together. Pooling their strength, they unleashed it harmlessly against Fang Cun…
Now, however, it was Fang Cun casting it alone!
Hua!
In Young Master Bai Huaiyu’s eyes, Fang Cun stood within limitless sword intent under a celestial sky, completely trapped. He thought Fang Cun had no escape except crying for help. But Fang Cun did no such thing. Instead, facing the assault, Fang Cun positioned a palm before his chest and deliberately wove a lotus-like hand seal.
His white robe billowed. Holding that seal with one hand, encircled by flowing wind, he drew the light of Heaven and Earth onto himself.
Truly, his posture possessed effortless grace…
White Huaiyu only saw red-hot rage: “Seriously? Showing off your pose even now?!”
Filled with a murderous impulse, his hands formed claws, sharply pressing down: “Strike!”
With his command, every star-like point of light instantly sharpened into deadly sword intent. A meteor shower showered down.
Standing engulfed in that rain, Fang Cun looked certain to become a pincushion.
Of course, White Huaiyu didn’t truly intend to kill Fang Cun. He perfectly controlled its force. All it needed to do was seal Fang Cun’s major acupoints, leaving him powerless and sending him plummeting from mid-air. Dead? Unlikely. Utterly humiliated? A certainty…
Across the cultivation world, falling from the sky was universally regarded as peak embarrassment!
Confident he’d soon witness Fang Cun’s shame, White Huaiyu pictured his own fame soaring. People wouldn’t care he merely bullied someone of a lower Realm; what mattered would be that a Bai Family Young Master bested a Fang Family Young Master! Word spread that his talent rivaled the legendary Immortal Master Fang Chi from years past!
The thought felt absolutely wonderful!
Just as this satisfying picture filled his mind, the starlight sword intent descended onto Fang Cun.
But shockingly, the expected scene of Fang Cun frozen rigid, collapsing like a log, did not happen. Instead, when starlight hit Fang Cun, his figure violently shattered into countless pieces—torn apart completely by the sword light.
“Did I accidentally kill him?”
White Huaiyu gasped. He peered harder… and realized something was wrong.
The fragmented remains pulsed to life as if alive.
In a blink, they flew close and surrounded him, twisting, shifting, and reforming into figures… figures that became a hundred horrific demon gods.
Riiiiiip!
One viciously tore all his robes to shreds.
Another raised a strange spear, stabbing effortlessly into his chest.
A clawed hand plunged into his body, pulling out his still-beating heart.
Fiery fingers stabbed brutally into both his eye sockets…
…………
Suddenly, nearly a hundred cruel demon god forms seemed to erupt throughout the air, pressing in, surrounding him utterly. Each inflicted brutal, hellish torments.
Like one trapped within a horrifying nightmare, young master Bai Huaiyu struggled futilely as torment consumed him. It felt like hell itself awaited his arrival.