Cheat Cultivator's Ascension

"Pft… hahahaha~~~" hearing the words of the imperial prince who is currently approaching her beloved, the maidenly beauty, Hong Lian, couldn't help but let out a gentle snicker that caught the attention of everyone around her, particularly the two ladies who are descendants of their mother-in-law's sworn sisters, these two ladies, being Dao Xuanyuan and Feng Qing, wondering what just made this maidenly beauty snicker like that.

"Quite the bold thing to say for someone who almost got folded by Tian with just a single hand…" looking at the calculative imperial prince now just a few meters away from their lover, the valiant-looking blonde beauty mutters to herself, her words fairly loud enough for the other in their group to hear it, all of them agreeing with her words as they all felt like the difference between the immortal-like young man and his opponent is like comparing a firefly to the moon, and it is the Imperial Prince Moxie that is the firefly in this comparison.

Nodding at Astaria's remarks, the remaining part of their group, whether if it is the ladies close to the immortal-like young man or the remaining ones in the group, being said young man's sworn brothers and their lovers, agrees with the valiant-looking beauty's words, their mind trying to come up of a plausible reason why these disciples from the Imperial Court, particularly the Imperial Prince, is acting as if they are certain of their victory against the immortal-like young man.

Meanwhile, standing right in front of the young man who is claiming that he is able to end his life any second and any moment so long as he wills it, Su Xiaotian merely cracks an amused smile as he waves his hand once again, the weapon being gripped strongly now seemingly changing its appearance subtly, as if it is transforming to a different thing altogether.

As it continues to shift its form, the blade on the immortal-like young man's hand changes into a bigger one almost more than one and a half times larger than his previous weapon, still bearing the same pure white untainted appearance as if this blade is something that refuses to get corrupted by the world itself.

Just standing there and waiting for the Imperial Prince to arrive within a certain distance, the immortal-like young man solely focuses his gaze on the blade in his hand, wondering just what sort of thing happened once again for his sword to change like this, a change more than welcome given that it appears that his combat power is increasing even without breaking through the next minor realm.

While all the geniuses, participants that are now reduced to audience having experienced this clash first hand within the confines of the Sky Compression Valley are quite confused as to how the immortal-like young man's weapon can freely change size and possibly even ignore some sort of basic rule with its existence alone, growing even without him feeding anything on it, not even his own spirit qi.

'That is definitely a great treasure!!'

'We must snatch it for the prince'

'If I can steal this kind of defensive artifact and technique, I wonder just what sort of level I will rise through?'

While watching the immortal-like young man wielding the large blade, most onlookers are having their own thoughts regarding this, some of them even developing the thoughts of siding with the Imperial Court as the benefit of triumphing over Su Xiaotian just appears to be way greater than opposing the Imperial Prince Long Moxie, but they doesn't seem to have the courage to just straight up offend the young man who is time and time again, had already suppressed geniuses known to be leader of their generation.

'I should probably lay low for now, I think I can find an opportunity when time comes' some of these people who doesn't want to give up on the chance of getting a one up over this leader of their generation thought to themselves while watching the fight about to unfold with high and huge ambitions in their eyes, ambitions that they are certain they can fulfill so long as they can bid their time.

While schemes and undercurrent are forming within the participating group that doesn't seem to want to miss the great fight between the calculative imperial prince and the immortal-like young man about to start, the two who are currently the center of attention are now looking at each other eye to eye, the fierce, murderous intent on Long Moxie's eyes making the unperturbed, nonchalant gaze on Su Xiaotian's eyes all the more impressive.

"You and your subordinates had been threatening me ever since this trial starts, Long Moxie…" the immortal-like young man remarked as he looks at the blade in his hand, the handsome reflection he saw causing him to reveal a faint smile as he once again comes face to face to this enemy that gave him quite the trouble in the previous timeline, his mind still in disbelief that such cunning and tricky opponent is this level of naïve and arrogant in his younger years.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking about though…" looking mockingly at the imperial prince eye to eye, Su Xiaotian added to his words as from the very start, he already felt those disciples of the Imperial Court eyeing his companions rather than himself, their lecherous gaze that just appeared once they thought that he is already tied by fighting Long Moxie causing him to smile savagely as he looks at them.

Feeling the gaze of the immortal-like young man falling upon them, the disciples of the Imperial Court couldn't help but feel shivers running down their spine, nothing but wanting to run away from this place as far and as fast as possible occupying their mind, yet they aren't able to, as they feel like they are completely frozen in place, unable to move a single fiber of muscle despite their powerful struggle to do so.

"Let's keep your lackeys where they are standing, shall we?" after swinging his hand and nodding in satisfaction seeing that not a single one of those people of the Imperial Court is capable of moving a single millimeter of their body, the immortal-like young man remarked with a modest smile on his face, the relaxed, natural way of dealing against his people causing the calculative Long Moxie to frown extremely hard in anger, black lines appearing on his forehead as he looks at the young man who appears to be still a lot more than capable of doing a lot of things any cultivator with suppressed spirit qi cannot do.

"Now that they are out of the way, it makes me wonder all too much just what is it that you are relying for you to act like this in front of me, so, why don't you sate my curiosity, Imperial Prince Moxie…."

Secretly placing something that will turn them into wastes the moment that they go far enough from him, just like what he did to the disciples of both the Extreme Martial Sect and the Purple Lightning Temple, Su Xiaotian took one last look at these pitiful geniuses of the Imperial Court previously trying to cripple or even kill him, giving them the look of pity before he switches the target of this gaze, directing it towards the candidate heir of the Imperial Court standing right in front of him.