Chapter 82: The Drunken Madman from the South

One sword!

One sword that instantly killed a powerful figure, a person who had been immersed in the Tenth Realm for quite some time.

This figure was even wielding the legendary treasure, the Purple and Blue Twin Swords.

The sharpness of these swords had been witnessed by many.

However, even the Flame Elder of the Supreme Dao could not wield the Twin Swords effectively, and was swept away by the vast river of sword energy.

After the shock came intense discussions.

"What did I just witness?"

"That sword… what kind of sword technique was that? It was terrifying!"

"The sword energy was like a river. I've seen Wen Xinyun use something similar, it's called the Great River Sword Technique!"

"That sword seemed to come down from the heavens, like the Great River Sword reaching the skies. Truly amazing."

"This person is so powerful that he didn't even give his opponent a chance to use their treasure?"

"The gap between these two is too immense. Even with a peerless treasure, it's impossible to make up for the difference. Can such a vast gap truly exist in the Tenth Realm?"

"At this rate, only the Ten Great Kings might be able to challenge this so-called 'God of the Mortal World'."

The crowd was in a frenzy, passionately discussing the astonishing battle.

In their experience, battles in the Tenth Realm were usually filled with chaos, with flying rocks, darkened skies, and intense life-or-death struggles—often dragging on for hours. But what they had just witnessed was something else entirely. One sword strike that wiped out a Tenth Realm powerhouse in an instant?

It was brutal!

...

The events at the Yuhua Mountain Gate spread rapidly throughout the cultivation world. People were shocked to learn that the 'God of the Mortal World'—who was praised by the Master—had struck again, this time without holding back. One sword, and he had slain another Tenth Realm cultivator.

This was even more impressive than the previous time when he defeated Zisu Daoist.

At this point, most people were beginning to believe that the "God of the Mortal World" was indeed someone formidable.

Curious people went to ask the Master's opinion on this powerful figure.

While strolling, the Master chuckled and said, "He's even stronger now. In fact, he might have even broken through the Eleventh Realm."

The world was in an uproar!

The "God of the Mortal World" had broken through the Eleventh Realm?

It was the Master himself who said this!

The news spread like a tidal wave, sweeping through every corner, and people were left in awe.

Although spiritual energy had revived, and the Great Path had begun to manifest, it had only been ten years. The Eleventh Realm was still considered an unreachable boundary, with no records of anyone ever breaking through it, even five thousand years ago.

Now, this person praised by the Master had somehow broken through the Eleventh Realm?

The world was still in disbelief.

"Although the Master has been teaching for three hundred years, he isn't always right. The Eleventh Realm—there are no records of anyone breaking through it, even five thousand years ago, right?"

"He must be mistaken. If someone had broken through the Eleventh Realm, they would've shattered the Void long ago."

"Yeah, the Eleventh Realm is the Eleventh Realm—breaking through the shackles of existence itself. How could it be possible?"

"But… what if he really has broken through the Eleventh Realm?"

"If that's true, then he really is the 'God of the Mortal World'!"

Discussions and debates erupted everywhere, and once again, the name of Lin Jiufeng became a hot topic.

In the South:

In the mountains, ravines connected, and lush forests flourished. A group of golden monkeys held fruit wine they had brewed themselves, pouring drinks for a strong, burly man covered in thick fur.

The man drank deeply, his face flushed and eyes glazed. From time to time, he reached out to pat one of the golden monkeys.

At his touch, the monkey shuddered with delight, then eagerly poured more wine, acting almost human in its enthusiasm.

The man, in a daze, murmured, "The God of the Mortal World, has the Master really said he's broken through the Eleventh Realm?"

"Then I must meet him."

Shaking his head, the man quickly snapped out of his daze, stood up, and stretched his muscles with a series of loud pops. His blood surged as he prepared himself.

He was the so-called Drunken Madman of the South.

Known as one of the Ten Great Kings, the Madman had heard the rumors of the "God of the Mortal World" before, but he hadn't given them much thought. After all, he was just a Tenth Realm cultivator. He had no interest in visiting Yuhua Mountain.

But just now, his soul had left his body and roamed the realms. He had overheard the discussions of the masses and learned that the Master had claimed Lin Jiufeng had broken through the Eleventh Realm. The Madman was taken aback.

He had met the Master before, a gentle, refined man whose demeanor suggested wisdom. The Madman had always respected him, so when the Master praised Lin Jiufeng, the Madman believed it.

To be held in such high regard by the Master, this person must indeed possess real talent.

Even if he hadn't broken through the Eleventh Realm, he must be at the peak of the Tenth Realm.

The Madman muttered to himself, "My martial path has hit a bottleneck. Solo cultivation is no longer enough. I've beaten all the demon experts in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains—none of them stand a chance. It's time to leave the South and meet the experts outside."

"I'll start with this 'God of the Mortal World'. Defeat him, then go challenge the other Ten Great Kings."

"Martial arts is a long journey. I will see it through to the end."

With a fiery gaze, his heart full of ambition, the Madman smiled warmly at the surrounding golden monkeys. He picked up a jar of fruit wine, drank it in one gulp, and waved his hand. "I'm leaving. Drink the rest of the wine. Take care of yourselves."

The golden monkeys chirped and hopped onto the Madman, reluctant to see him go.

He picked up a small monkey, laughed heartily, and said, "This place isn't meant for me. Live well, I've already used my true qi to help you all refine your bodies, awaken your intelligence, and taught you martial arts techniques. Cultivate well. Maybe we'll meet again one day."

The golden monkeys clung to him, unwilling to let go.

The Madman gently set them down, then, with a determined heart, leapt into the sky, transforming into a long rainbow, heading straight for Yuhua Mountain.

At Yuhua Mountain:

Following Lin Jiufeng's river-like sword energy that had struck down the Tenth Realm elder of the Supreme Dao, those who had once mocked his "God of the Mortal World" title were now silent, or had simply disappeared.

Lin Jiufeng finally enjoyed some peace and quiet.

In front of the Sutra Pavilion, he sat by a warm fire, sipping tea while watching the sunrise. The clouds rolled in the sky, and he relaxed, feeling at ease.

The White Fox, nestled on his lap, lazily yawned.

At this moment, the breeze was soft, and the clouds gentle.

Just as Lin Jiufeng took his first sip of tea, a voice suddenly echoed from outside the Yuhua Mountain Gate.

"The Drunken Madman from the South, here to visit the God of the Mortal World!"

The voice was loud and clear, yet calm—nothing harsh, nothing forceful, just a simple announcement of a visit.

Lin Jiufeng furrowed his brow, sensing his peace was about to be disturbed.

But as he heard the full sentence, his expression softened in surprise. "Ah, someone practicing martial arts and body techniques?"

The White Fox opened her eyes lazily, blinking. "He's a powerhouse, one of the Ten Great Kings."

She had heard from Bai Yunfei that the Drunken Madman had beaten all the demon experts in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, his strength immense.

"Do you think you can beat him?" the White Fox asked, curiosity evident in her voice.

Lin Jiufeng drained his tea, smiling. "I'm curious to see how far his martial path has reached. After all, he's the first person I've met who practices martial body techniques."