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ISWI Chapter 806-807
🕑 Added 2026-02-07 03:48:17 +0000 UTCChapter 806: Everyone, Just Give Up!
Lan Nuo, slayer of two saints, remained silent, resolutely turning her back to the crowd.
The onlookers were genuinely stunned. Throughout the battle, she had utterly dominated the two self-severed saints—her victory untainted by any exaggeration. The only point of doubt was how frail the saints' auras had appeared.
Some believed Lan Nuo had battered them into origin depletion, weakening their presence. Others suspected the Heavenly Emperor's heir had suppressed them first. But no one dared voice that thought.
Regardless, gasps of admiration filled the air. Though the field teemed with quasi-saints, all gazed at Lan Nuo's graceful yet domineering silhouette with newfound reverence.
"I always thought the rumors of Heavy Pupil Lan Nuo rivaling the Heavenly Emperor's heir were mere exaggeration. Today, I know how wrong I was. If I ever have a daughter, may she be like Fairy Lan! At the end of the immortal path, who claims the peak? One glimpse of Lan Nuo, and the Dao itself empties!"
An unknown Unity Realm cultivator shouted this line.
The crowd's awe deepened. The words carried staggering audacity.
Yet Lan Nuo, single-handedly felling two self-severed saints, deserved them. With her back to the assembly, she exuded an unfathomable, inscrutable majesty that inspired profound respect.
Unseen by the crowd, Lan Nuo's lips threatened to split her face, curving almost to her ears. Especially hearing the line she had secretly instructed a clansman to shout—met with waves of exclamation—sent exhilaration surging through her. She also discovered the supreme advantage of turning her back on the masses.
It felt incredible. When maintaining an icy facade grew impossible, facing away ensured no one would notice. Still, she decided against coining "turning one's back on all beings" just yet.
It would feel too rushed—impressions wouldn't stick. Better to rack up a few more triumphs, leaving only a silhouette after crushing each foe. Then unveil the phrase. The impact would be far greater.
…
By now, the outsiders clearly understood the treasure of this place. They knew why saints had severed their cultivation and why the Heavenly Emperor's heir had come in person.
A Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade gestating a holy spirit. The jade alone was worth a fortune. Not to mention the Nirvana Sacred Liquid capable of forging a Sacred Spiritual Root. Attaining one virtually guaranteed ascension to the pinnacle of the cultivation world.
It placed its owner on par with legends like the Celestial Prince or the Seven-Crowned King. A Sacred Spiritual Root was arguably the supreme physique the cultivation world could offer. Throughout history, only two had ever appeared. Its rarity spoke for itself.
Under normal circumstances, its emergence in the fourth realm would ignite a bloodbath—at least half the entrants would perish. No one could remain unmoved. Yet it rested in the hands of the Heavenly Emperor's heir. Truth be told, even if they outnumbered him vastly and threw lives away, they might not threaten him at all. And Lan Nuo stood beside him.
Every gaze fixed on Ye Chen burned with envy and awe. His innate talent already astonished the world. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with figures like the Celestial Prince and the Seven-Crowned King.
The outside world firmly believed that, should his cultivation speed prove swift enough to catch the frontrunners, he could absolutely contend for that strand of Immortal Qi. If he gained a Sacred Spiritual Root as well… the others might as well quit. He could crush them utterly.
Many even suspected that anyone still harboring hopes of immortality would now desperately wish Ye Chen dead. After all, Heavy Pupils, Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, and Supreme Heart were already absurd enough. Adding a Sacred Spiritual Root on top, it bred pure despair.
In that moment, countless cultivators in the fourth realm who had clung to slim dreams of ascension felt the urge to give up entirely. No chance. Truly no chance. Why fight to the death on the Immortal Path? Better to go home, inherit the family legacy, and live as an ancestor.
Under the gaze of all present, Ye Chen watched Lan Nuo bask in her moment of glory, a smile playing on his lips. He drifted forward gracefully and appeared at her side. With a casual sweep of his hand, he collected the fallen remnants of the two saints along with their scant remaining origin.
Their bodies were forged from immortal-grade materials—immensely valuable in their own right. Because holy spirits possessed innate spirituality, even identical materials shaped into their forms surpassed ordinary equivalents. They would yield far superior results when forged into Extreme Dao weapons or immortal artifacts.
But Lan Nuo cared nothing for such spoils. She had come solely to shine. And now, she had far exceeded even her wildest expectations.
As for the rewards?
They rightfully belonged to Ye Chen. She was not greedy. Obtaining what she desired was enough. In her heart, boundless gratitude swelled toward Ye Chen for going all out to create this stage for her. If not for the outsiders present—and the need to maintain her image—she might have already thrown herself into his arms.
"Thank you, Fairy Lan, for pinning down the enemies. Only then could I leisurely harvest the Nirvana Sacred Liquid and claim the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade."
Ye Chen knew her personality well. Before outsiders, he gave her a full face.
With her back to the crowd, a curve hooked the corner of Lan Nuo's pretty lips. But she quickly schooled her expression into icy aloofness and replied coolly, "Enemies of that caliber can be suppressed with a flick of my hand—no thanks are needed!"
Her words sparked another wave of uproar among the onlookers. Those were two self-severed saints!
Did Fairy Lan truly regard them as nothing? Could it be that she possessed more than just Heavy Pupils—some other hidden bloodline divine ability?
Otherwise, it made no sense.
Lan Nuo continued indifferently, "Next, refine the Nirvana Sacred Liquid atop the divine peak. I will stand guard for you. Should anyone harbor ill intent, I will deal with them personally!"
Though her back faced the crowd, her voice rang with unyielding dominance, echoing throughout the small world. It deepened their wariness even further. Yet Ye Chen merely shook his head.
Seeing him refuse, Lan Nuo's brows furrowed slightly. The Nirvana Sacred Liquid was far too precious. The ancestor had warned that once obtained, it must be refined immediately.
The moment it left the Immortal Path, even Quasi-Immortals would discard all face to seize it. Be they human supremes or great powers of the myriad races, all would descend into frenzy. Let alone the Lan family—even the Heavenly Emperor Hall could not protect it. It would truly be overturned.
Half of the Central Continent might collapse in the chaos. For something of such monumental importance, why would Ye Chen not refine it at once? Did he doubt her ability to guard him?
At this thought, a twinge of guilt pricked Lan Nuo. Ordinary quasi-saints—she believed she could handle. Even peak quasi-saints were worth a try; she might fight them to a standstill.
But against so many… She truly might fall short. The lingering onlookers harbored similar notions. They did not wish to see Ye Chen enter seclusion and refine the sacred liquid.
Ye Chen himself—they lacked the courage to challenge. But Lan Nuo… her strength was formidable, yet uncertain. United, they dared test her.
However, under Lan Nuo's faintly worried gaze, Ye Chen smiled. He gently extended his hand. "The Lan family discovered the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. Fairy Lan, with your world-shaking prowess, held off two foes alone—only then could I obtain it smoothly. How could I claim it for myself? This treasure rightfully belongs to you, Fairy Lan!"
Upon his outstretched palm rested the jade vial containing the Nirvana Sacred Liquid.
In that instant—Lan Nuo included—every single person's eyes widened in disbelief!
Chapter 807: Are You Serious?
What?
Every onlooker stared at the jade vial in Ye Chen's hand, frozen in shock.
The Heavenly Emperor's heir intended to gift the legendary Nirvana Sacred Liquid to Fairy Lan Nuo? Was this real?
It was the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. Refining it would elevate one's spiritual root to the unparalleled Sacred Spiritual Root. Beyond astonishing cultivation speed, it bestowed myriad divine abilities. And countless hidden benefits unknown to outsiders.
Everyone knew the Heavenly Emperor's heir lavished treasures on female cultivators without restraint. Many had grumbled, convinced it stemmed from inheriting the Heavenly Emperor's vault—nothing was scarce for him. If they possessed such a vault, overflowing with every resource, they too would gift freely.
Yet now the crowd realized how utterly wrong they had been. Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade was rare enough. One gestating a holy spirit?
Inconceivably rarer. Even the Heavenly Emperor could never have owned it. His vault held no such thing. And the heir planned to give it to Fairy Lan Nuo!
Did he not desire a Sacred Spiritual Root himself? Was his devotion to women truly this extreme? Or had his confidence reached the point where he believed he could ascend without one?
Either way, it defied reason.
Still, expectation flickered in their eyes. They had no chance themselves. Compared to Ye Chen claiming it, they far preferred Lan Nuo accept. His talent already stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Only a handful of legendary figures could rival him. Add a Sacred Spiritual Root, and he would crush everyone. Barring premature death, immortality would hold no suspense. But if Lan Nuo took it, gaining the Sacred Spiritual Root, it merely added one more supreme genius to the ranks.
For most cultivators, that was actually good news. The more apex existences, the more they balanced one another, drawing all attention. Only then could ordinary prodigies slip through and seize opportunities.
Across a million years of Immortal Path, not always had the most gifted claimed the prize. Many dark horses had risen. Often because supreme beings clashed fiercely, suffered setbacks, or fell—clearing the way for those originally without hope to snatch Immortal Qi and achieve true immortality.
Thus, when one era birthed a heaven-defying monster, the only prayer for common prodigies was that such monsters not stand alone. They genuinely hoped Lan Nuo would accept.
…
Lan Nuo herself stood stunned. Deep in her heart, she naturally craved a Sacred Spiritual Root. Who wouldn't want greater strength? Especially Lan Nuo—stronger herself meant greater chances to shine. With a Sacred Spiritual Root, she might have suppressed two saints without Ye Chen draining their origin first.
Yet she harbored no greed for the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. She wished only for the Ye Chen she loved to claim it—for him to ascend. Without hesitation, she shook her head. "I need no Sacred Spiritual Root to contend on the Immortal Path and suppress all enemies under heaven! Talent does not decide everything… In the past, the Heavenly Emperor slew countless geniuses more gifted than he. I can do the same!"
Her words rang with boundless confidence, radiating the aura of a supreme prodigy. Yet the crowd's expressions turned complicated. Many felt she had grown overly self-assured.
Lan Nuo was formidable, yet clearly lagged behind the Heavenly Emperor's heir.
The Celestial Prince reportedly cultivated an ancient scripture surpassing immortal classics—sleeping a million years for it, reaping staggering gains. His talent eclipsed all predecessors.
The Seven-Crowned King likewise boasted terrifying gifts—an existence that defied the heavens. Rumors claimed he wielded a mysterious sapling; one strike had annihilated a Great Emperor.
Some suspected it was a World Tree seedling. It was said to be the reason he could seal himself across seven lives. Whispers even spoke of a reincarnated banished immortal who had briefly appeared in the ninth realm. Any one of these figures, placed in any other era's Immortal Path, would have ascended without question. The ferocity of this era's competition was plain.
In such circumstances, Fairy Lan Nuo's declaration… Frankly, it felt a little forced…
Ye Chen understood Lan Nuo's personality all too well. In front of outsiders, she never spoke kindly. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted him to keep the Nirvana Sacred Liquid for himself.
But Ye Chen was determined to give it away. A Sacred Spiritual Root was indeed formidable. Yet he aimed higher. Legend claimed that in the immortal realm, an Immortal Spiritual Root might appear once every million years.
Little was recorded of its other wonders. Even in the immortal realm, such roots were exceedingly rare. Not even when the Jianmu Tree was still connected to the worlds had an Immortal Spiritual Root ever descended to the lower realms.
Knowledge of it was scarce. But Ye Chen had once read a single line: Possessing an Immortal Spiritual Root virtually guaranteed future attainment of Immortal King. That alone revealed its terror. With Lan Nuo's deeply grateful nature, who knew—she might yield an Immortal Spiritual Root for him.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he spoke. "My heart admires Fairy Lan. Naturally, I must offer her only the very best. I treat other women the same way—how could I favor one over another with Fairy Lan? Since I intend to gift the Nirvana Sacred Liquid, even if it goes unaccepted, I will never keep it. If Fairy Lan truly refuses, I will discard it…"
His words fell. The entire field erupted in renewed uproar.
That was the Nirvana Sacred Liquid! It determined a Sacred Spiritual Root! If she wouldn't take it, the Heavenly Emperor's heir wouldn't pocket it himself—he'd throw it away?
No one believed it possible. Yet every gaze locked involuntarily on Ye Chen's hand. Top-tier movement techniques were readied in secret. Improbable as it seemed, if he truly tossed it out, they would be the first to lunge. They couldn't contend with the Heavenly Emperor's heir. But surely they could out-scramble the others!
Lan Nuo's heart seized with urgent worry. She feared he was offering it only because she had accompanied him—out of pride, to save face. But she harbored no such desire. Her expression remained icy aloofness, yet she hastily transmitted her voice to him. "Master, I truly don't want the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. When the family asked me, I unhesitatingly said to yield it to you. So please, refine it quickly! Otherwise, delays breed complications. Once word spreads, more saints—or even great saints—might sever their cultivation to descend. Then the fourth realm will descend into total chaos. Master, I beg you—hurry, please?"
Severing cultivation carried an enormous cost. Centuries, even millennia of bitter cultivation were wasted. But for the Nirvana Sacred Liquid—for a Sacred Spiritual Root—it was worth it.
The longer the delay, the greater the risk of unforeseen trouble. Those who had severed their realms—having once touched higher boundaries—possessed comprehension of the world and its laws far surpassing fourth-realm cultivators. They could genuinely threaten Ye Chen.
Lan Nuo transmitted her earnest plea, hoping only that he would refine the sacred liquid swiftly. But in the next instant, her eyes widened in shock. Ye Chen's hand flicked without hesitation. The jade vial containing the Nirvana Sacred Liquid arced through the air—truly discarded.
In that moment, the entire small world fell deathly silent.
You're actually throwing it?! That's the Nirvana Sacred Liquid!
This defied all reason. The silence lasted only a heartbeat. The next instant, the small world trembled violently. Every cultivator went utterly mad…
Comments
Story Junkie
Theatrics...he throws the jade bottle to Lan Nuo...forcing her to accept it.. And show his intent...then faces the audience proclaiming his will to protect what's his... He's the master of the Dao of showing off....
Corac
Hum. What was the little demoness's last known multiplier? I think it was 4 or 5000. Since she can no longer crit he would get either 8000 or 10000 return. And that would be ontop of what ever he gets from lan nou. Pretty sure his root will end up a perfect match or even higher the his cave heaven.
Roombot
Gift the nirvana juice, get super-nirvana juice, drink the super-nirvana juice, grow a new spirit root, the new spirit root is giftable because it’s not a system item itself—rather the result of a system potion—and then gift THAT spirit root to the little demoness. Profit.
Roombot
I hope he threw it in her direction 😅
Black Rose
Tftc
