Path to Heaven

Chapter 88: A Huge Sandy Fist

Translated by: Chua

Edited by: Earl, Rebel01

Wei Suo and Han Weiwei were both wearing a set of clean and ordinary white robes. It was like two mutual sect disciples having a small sparring match, standing in the middle of the hall.

The hall was extremely spacious, probably 30-40 square metres. Hung on the wall directly opposite the entrance were several Thousand Refining Silvers. On the floor were several marked scales, probably for measuring the different distances which would translate to the might or power of an artifact or skill technique.

What caused a slight worry in Wei Suo’s heart was the several deep dents on the Thousand Refining Silver. It was clear that only a spirit type magic weapon or above could cause such a deep scar.

With the Precious Treasure Pavilion holding such great prestige, they definitely possessed powerful magical treasures; even if there were spirit weapons that exceeded the might of the Dark Demon Blade, Wei Suo wouldn’t be surprised at all.

Just like the Cyan Bamboo Sword Han Weiwei used to defeat him last time, its might was extremely terrifying.

The reason why Wei Suo purposely suggested banning pellet medicines and artifacts, was because he certainly had no means to compete against the Precious Treasure Pavilion on that.

Furthermore, every time he encountered Han Weiwei, he would use his Aura Determination Technique on her. Han Weiwei’s cultivation speed was shockingly fast, she was close to a peak stage Level 5 Divine Sea Stage; there was no doubt she would certainly break through to the Heavenly Circuit stage soon.

With Precious Treasure Pavilion’s Ji Ya’s abilities, concocting a pellet better than the Icemist fruit wouldn’t be very difficult, and could surely allow Han Weiwei to peacefully break through to the Heavenly Circuit Stage.

But because the Precious Treasure Pavilion wasn’t a cultivation sect, they didn’t possess much true elemental cultivation techniques. Han Weiwei’s only trained using a high grade Profound level cultivation technique.

Wei Suo’s Purple Mystic True Technique had already advanced into a high grade Profound level cultivation technique. On hindsight now, Wei Suo’s internal elemental energy should be slightly superior to Han Weiwei’s. Moreover, his deceptive technique could cause Han Weiwei to be thrown off-guard. He was relying on these two factors to defeat Han Weiwei.

“Hmm, shall we begin?” Finally getting her way and being able to duel Wei Suo, her attitude had slightly changed for the better towards Wei Suo.

“Let’s do it!”

Wei SUo nodded his head, and immediately scurried backwards like a rabbit.

The Wei Suo right now completely possessed zero high grade defensive type skill techniques. If they got too close and Han Weiwei executed a random swift yet powerful skill technique, he would certainly end up on the ground.

“Little Coward~~~ Coward~~.”

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Observing Wei Suo abruptly jerking, Han Weiwei got a huge fright. But instead, Wei Suo chose to rapidly retreat, causing Han Weiwei to despise and taunt him.

“Ice-wind blade!”

Similar to the Yellow Sand Ravine that day, Han Weiwei released a cute familiar yell as she slashed out. A wind blade carrying condensed ice crystals swept out ferociously, chopping towards the retreating Wei Suo.

“YAH!” Wei Suo roared out without a trace of panic, swiftly sidestepping as he avoided the Ice-wind blade, while returning a Cyan-water blade.

“Don’t you have a Thunder element technique? Stop with the cheap techniques!”

“Ice-dragon dance!”

Han Weiwei disdainfully slanted her lips, swinging her twin arms. In a flash, a 2 feet* long icy white dragon dashed out from her side.

BAM!

Wei Suo’s Cyan-water blade sliced against the icy white dragon but only managed to chip off a small ice fragment. Following Han Weiwei’s finger direction, the majestic icy white dragon headed straight towards Wei Suo.

(TN*chinese feet is 3.3m)

“No way?”

Wei Suo suddenly felt a chill.

It was a bloody offensive technique! As Han Weiwei’s icy white dragon materialized, the entire hall seemed to transform into an ice cavern.

Following the distribution of techniques under the Heavenly Profound Continent of ‘Spirit, Profound, Earth and Heaven’, Han Weiwei’s executed technique should at least be of a high grade Earth technique.

In the history of the Heavenly Profound Continent, there were numerous cases of imba* cultivators who trained in a thrash cultivation technique till the Golden Pellet Stage before they instigated an unchallenged massacre with a high level skill technique.

(TN: *Imba refers to imbalanced which means ridiculously overpowered)

Because the power of Heaven or Earth type skill techniques were absolutely terrorizing, even a thrash cultivator who could only execute such techniques once or twice would cause his opponents to be unable to resist it.

With this high grade Earth technique along with the resources of the Precious Treasure Pavilion, if Han Weiwei manages to reach the Heavenly Circuit Stage level 3 or 4, its strength would already reach a frightening degree.

No wonder this lass was so conceited, it was because she had learned such a formidable technique.

“Golden-serpent net!”

Seeing the incoming ice dragon, he knew he was about to turn into a frosted popsicle. As he noticed the areas the dragon passed by turning into frost, Wei Suo’s face changed as he immediately executed his strongest technique.

A golden electric net appeared in front of Wei Suo instantly, wrapping around the incoming ice dragon.

“F****!” Wei Suo’s golden net seemed to be effective as it wrapped around the ice dragon.

“PSSSST!” The ice dragon instantly collided and tore through the net, undaunted as it advanced forward; however, its body was badly ruined by the thunder serpents. His technique belonged to the high grade profound technique – Thunder Serpent technique, and was acknowledged by the green gowned old man. But yet it wasn’t enough to block off Han Weiwei’s assault.

Although the Golden-serpent net obstructed it briefly and Wei Suo managed to evade it, the ice dragon collided against the wall behind him, emitting out an icy chill air that spread towards Wei Suo’s back. His back was covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

“Watch your back!” The frosted and rigid Wei Suo howled weirdly along with his clattering teeth.

“Why, are you trying to come up with another unorthodox method? The agreement is a fair fight; if you dare to pull any tricks up your sleeves, it will count as your loss!” Han Weiwei laughed contemptuously, thinking of executing another ice dragon to completely freeze this sluggish fellow. However, she suddenly heard a strange ruffling from the back.

As she turned around, she got a fright. From the cracks on the ground, clumps of earth started coagulating together to form a mindless clay man that was bigger than her; it waved its sandy fist, smashing towards her.

If this sand fist managed to land, her flowery jade appearance would change into a panda. Even Korean makeup would not be able to mend it back.

“Hmph” Han Weiwei immediately scrambled to barely materialize out a flaming shield, covering her front.

The fist as huge as a sand castle smashed heavily onto it before being burnt off. Another fist was attempted and similarly got burnt off.

Han Weiwei was obviously on a higher level than Wei Suo, she possessed a formidable defensive technique.

“Golden-serpent net!”

After catching his breath, Wei Suo quickly materialized his thunder net as it enshrouded Han Weiwei.

Wei Suo’s movements were significantly slower this time, as a fuzzy purplish true energy was seeped out from his hands before forming into a golden thunder serpent, which Han Weiwei witnessed clearly.

“Purple Mystic True Technique? HAHA, based on such a low level cultivation technique, I really want to see how many techniques you can execute.” Han Weiwei squealed joyfully, while waving her hands about. Another ice dragon coiled around her, completely shielding her from the Golden-serpent net.

“Aren’t you cold?” Wei Suo was brimming with experience as he feigned a movement to the left before fiercely swinging back to the right, completely evading the onslaught of the ice dragon. Yet, the chilling cold air still enveloped him. The entire temperature of the hall dropped, even the air had turned foggy.

“I’ve already mentioned, I know ice and fire. With fire, you’re roasted!” Han Weiwei delightedly dragged along her fiery flaming shield closer. But as the words left her mouth, she suddenly recalled the words she told Wei Suo that day; saying she knew an Ice and fire technique. Han Weiwei’s face consecutively blushed, even spitting in contempt twice.

“Smack your face!”

Wei Suo once again exhibited his Earth-God true technique, forming an Earth puppet.

“I’ll turn this area into an ice cavern and freeze you to death. Let’s see how you run then.” Because she had enough elemental energy to release 10 more Ice-dragon true techniques, Han Weiwei couldn’t care less about where Wei Suo ran to. She straightforwardly released another ice dragon and directed it towards Wei Suo.

In a short span of time, the entire middle area already had roughly several feet in radius was layered with thin ice.

“Hurry up and surrender my slave. If you really get frozen, it won’t be fun anymore.” Seeing the trembling Wei Suo almost slip, resulting in a comical falling reaction, Han Weiwei burst out in laughter.

“Stop dreaming. Damn you!”

But Wei Suo put in his best to run, repeatedly releasing waves of Golden-serpent nets as well as clay puppets.

After releasing over 10 golden-serpent nets and the entire hall was mostly covered with a layer of thin ice, Wei Suo extended his hands to try attempting another golden-serpent net; however, his purple elemental energy was miserably left with a faint thread. It bluntly dissipated on his hand. Wei Suo’s face turned pale.

“HAHA! How about that, ran out of elemental energy? How about surrendering, slave?” Han Weiwei laughed hysterically as she witnessed his disastrous scene. She once again formed an ice dragon that dashed towards Wei Suo.

“Zi!”

Her eyes suddenly popped out in shock. A golden-serpent net suddenly flashed out instantaneously, while another clayman appeared beside her.

Her reflex actions guided her to react with her flaming shield.

However, the amount of claymen wasn’t one this time, it was two!

After becoming familiar from blocking them a dozen times, she was used to the 1 clayman routine. Yet, another one appeared out of the blue.

The first clayman instantly got its fists burned and wrecked by the flaming shield, but the other clayman with its sand castle like fist was exponentially increasing within her vision.

“BOOM!” The fist crashed against Han Weiwei’s face, turning her eyes into a panda eye.

“Young missy!”

The two guards of the Precious Treasure Pavilion were shell-shocked momentarily.