Chapter 147: The Innate Constitution

Chapter 147: Innate Physique

Wu Hong was now enveloped in a dense aura of demonic energy, completely unable to regulate the natural flow of his vital energy. This caused a massive leakage of his true energy, the dark, sinister aura nearly wrapping his entire body.

“Who did I think you were? With such a dense demonic aura, ascending to the Innate Realm will surely bring an incredibly fierce tribulation—one hard to survive,” said the figure clad in black from the Origin Realm, his tone grim but without immediate hostility. Deep inside, he was astonished. The Earthly Fiend faction of the Origin Realm eagerly recruited talents with dark attributes like Wu Hong. At this moment, a rare fondness for such a prodigy stirred within him.

“Where is Ma Yanwang?” Wu Hong ignored the black-clad man’s words and asked coldly.

“Heh, young man, you’re quite arrogant. There are no eternal enemies in this world. Though your cultivation defies the heavens, without a powerful backing, how could you have grown so far?” The black-clad man chuckled rather than showing anger.

Hidden in the shadows, Ma Yanwang was startled by Wu Hong’s sudden appearance, nearly leaping up to flee.

Wu Hong’s eyes flickered, and with a swift movement, he dashed past the black-clad figure, heading straight for Ma Yanwang.

“Hmph—Refuse a toast, and you must drink the penalty wine!” The black-clad man snorted coldly, furious at Wu Hong’s blatant disregard. As an envoy of the Origin Realm, he was respected almost as a sovereign there, and even in the mortal world, he commanded immense reverence.

Authority challenged, how could he not be enraged? Yet, he had no intention of ending Wu Hong’s life outright.

The Origin Realm was home to native residents, and ascendancies from the mortal realm to the Origin Realm were exceedingly rare! As a result, every faction in the Origin Realm—even demonic sects—treated every potential Innate Realm cultivator on the Tianxing Continent as a treasure.

Now, with the heavens and earth interconnected, the situation slightly improved; the number of postnatal Great Perfection experts on Tianxing Continent gradually increased. This drew frequent envoys from the Origin Realm to compete for talents to strengthen their forces.

There was no doubt the mortal realm’s masters were the potential Innate Realm warriors for the Origin Realm.

The black-clad envoy drew a gleaming ordinary dagger and slashed through the air, tracing a graceful arc. A slender, over ten-meter-long beam of radiant sword energy shot directly at Wu Hong. Although its true energy was somewhat smaller in scale compared to Wu Hong’s or other postnatal Great Perfection experts’ energies, the power contained within was terrifying.

This dagger-shaped sword energy was exceptionally dense, far beyond the condensed sword energies emitted by ordinary martial artists.

Wu Hong suddenly halted, sensing the extreme danger in that sword energy. Unable to condense his true energy into a thread, he exploded his surrounding black true energy outward. A fierce wind roared, and his protective aura surged, attempting to block the Origin Realm envoy’s attack.

“Hmph—I really don’t understand how you’ve reached this realm without even learning to concentrate your true energy. Being called a mortal legend is truly laughable—nothing but a frog at the bottom of the well.” The envoy sneered.

Wu Hong’s true energy blasted outward for hundreds of meters, the surrounding gale violent and overbearing, stirring sand and stone. Yet, it failed to fully halt the over ten-meter-long radiant sword beam.

“Pfft—” With a light sound, the sword energy lightly collided with Wu Hong’s protective aura, pausing momentarily before slicing through his black true energy like a hot knife through bamboo, continuing its assault.

“Interesting,” the black-clad envoy was momentarily stunned, then inwardly delighted. Though Wu Hong’s true energy flow lacked condensation, its sheer volume was impressive.

If someone could guide this young man, he would undoubtedly become a talent of great promise.

“Ah!” Wu Hong roared fiercely. His tattered clothes fluttered as if blown by wind, his black hair stood on end, and his blood-red eyes glowed with eerie intensity. Facing the approaching azure sword energy, he suddenly raised his right fist and struck directly at the sword’s core.

“Clang!” The metallic clang echoed as the azure sword energy shattered instantly, vanishing into the void.

“What? How is this possible? Innate Physique!!!” The masked envoy cried out in shock.

He could hardly believe his eyes. Though his own cultivation was suppressed to the postnatal Great Perfection level, his true energy was Innate True Energy!

If ordinary postnatal Great Perfection true energy were like a pound of paper, then the envoy’s true energy would be like a pound of iron. A pound of paper occupies much more space than a pound of iron, but its strength is infinitely weaker.

Fire can ignite paper but can never melt a pound of iron. This was why envoys of the Origin Realm were invincible in the mortal world—not just due to cultivation level but the nature of their true energy.

When Wu Hong reached the postnatal Great Perfection stage, if he could condense his true energy, it would crystallize solidly—something the envoy did not know.

Of course, Wu Hong presently lacked control to condense his energy, which was another matter entirely.

However, Wu Hong’s body showed no sign of weakening due to his amnesia. Instead, because his practiced method was largely akin to the True Understanding of the Great Buddha’s Nineteen Techniques, his physical strength was terrifyingly immense, already comparable to that of an Innate Realm powerhouse from the Origin Realm.

Though the envoy’s true energy was Innate, it suppressed his raw strength, rendering him unable to overcome Wu Hong’s physical power.

“Young man, you truly surprise me! So young, cultivating in this spirit-depleted mortal realm, yet you’ve refined your body to such a level. You are truly a rare gem!” The envoy’s tone grew increasingly admiring rather than hostile, which puzzled Wu Hong.

At first, he assumed the black-clad man was Ma Yanwang’s ally or some envoy of the Origin Realm connected to Huang Hu, but now he was uncertain.

The envoy showed no murderous intent, partly because Wu Hong was alone and unaligned with any Origin Realm faction.

In other words, Wu Hong had no roots in the Origin Realm. If persuaded to work for him, with further guidance upon ascending to the Innate Realm, his potential in the Origin Realm would be limitless.

Meanwhile, the envoy had not forgotten Ma Yanwang, another talent of interest.

“Young man, if you can withstand my attacks, I will let you seek your revenge on Ma Yanwang as you wish,” the masked figure said.

Hidden Ma Yanwang’s face turned pale, wanting to flee but unable to move an inch, trapped by two powerful true energy locks.

“Is what you say true?” Wu Hong recognized the immense power before him and took it seriously.

He then withdrew his protective aura and stood straight, unflinching.

“Hmph—You’re arrogant, kid? But I like that! Take this!” The envoy snorted and launched several true energy strikes at Wu Hong in midair.

“Pfft! Pfft!” The true energy attacks exceeded the speed of sound, only making noise upon striking Wu Hong’s body.

Wu Hong felt an energy attempting to invade and ravage his body, but his physical strength was overwhelming and had been tempered by the spatial thunder tribulation’s storm clouds.

The furious true energy crashed against his body, instantly assimilated by Wu Hong’s formidable strength.

“Not bad, kid, very good!” The envoy praised repeatedly and unleashed more true energy attacks.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!” The sound of breaking air rang out as one true energy blade after another struck Wu Hong’s body.

Yet Wu Hong remained motionless throughout.

This nearly made the envoy’s eyes pop out. Although his strength was suppressed, his true energy was indeed Innate True Energy. To launch dozens of sword energy attacks and have the opponent withstand them all without evasion was astonishing.

The envoy ceased his assault, his mind racing.

“Wu Hong’s potential is truly terrifying. He would be a talent even in the Origin Realm. To give up such a treasure for someone like Ma Yanwang, who is only moderately promising, would be a great loss.”

“Kid, here—your grudge with Ma Yanwang? Handle it yourself,” the envoy said, suddenly producing a token from his hand. With a whooshing sound, he threw it to Wu Hong, who caught it effortlessly despite its immense force—his physical power now incalculable.

Seeing this display, the envoy’s face brightened with joy as his figure slowly faded into the air like a phantom.

“Kid, this is a token to the Celestial Academy. With it, you may enter directly,” the black-clad envoy’s departing voice echoed in Wu Hong’s ears.