Chapter 146 There's Still a Restriction?

Immediately, his speed quickened, and the swirling wind grew ever stronger.

“Let’s go!”

Harnessing the immense gust, Xiang Nan surged to one side.

“Boom!” The collision of powerful airwaves sent a tremendous explosive force rippling through the tornado’s core.

The wind’s direction was thrown into chaos; the tornado dissolved, its energy dispersing in all directions.

Santong Daoist, struggling fiercely toward the tornado’s center, was battered and disheveled by the relentless gusts. Yet he refused to give up, pressing on with all his might.

“Xiang Nan, you brat, so arrogant and unwilling to heed my warnings. You better not die on me now; if I save you, I want to see how you face me afterward!”

But moments later, a massive shockwave erupted; the wind exploded outward, sending him hurtling dozens of meters away.

Looking down, the lake beneath roiled like a furious sea, waves crashing wildly.

Fortunately, he clung desperately to his Vajra Umbrella and was spared from being swept down by that overwhelming force.

Falling from such a height would be tragic enough, but who knew what monsters lurked beneath the lake’s depths?

What on earth was happening? Tornadoes with self-destruct functions? That defied all logic!

And Xiang Nan—surely he’d been blasted to pieces?

Steadying himself, Santong Daoist turned his gaze toward the shattered vortex.

There, at the heart of the dissipated whirlwind, Xiang Nan shot skyward like a demon god reborn!

Though a bit pale, his clothes torn to shreds by the wind, he stood there unabashed.

Santong Daoist found himself in the same state.

Two pale, bare-chested men stood facing each other.

But that wasn’t the point!

“Xiang Nan, you’re still alive?!” Santong Daoist felt as if struck by a thunderbolt.

Meanwhile, Xiang Nan had no time to entertain his shock.

One tornado down, and another, then a third...

Yet Xiang Nan showed no fear. His eyes blazed like twin torches as he charged headlong into the howling storms, a faint smirk on his lips.

Santong Daoist was dumbfounded. “What’s going on? Addicted to being beaten by tornadoes or something? Charging into them voluntarily? Has this kid lost his mind?”

But this time, it was brief. Moments later, another muffled explosion shook the air.

The second tornado was destroyed by Xiang Nan as well.

Santong’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Has this guy lost his mind? Is he hallucinating?”

Then came the third, the fourth...

One after another, the tornadoes that surged at him were shattered by Xiang Nan.

Who would believe such a thing?

Yet Santong Daoist believed it—completely stunned and convinced.

This young man’s cultivation level—was it really only Stage Two? Could it be Stage Six?

Impossible! Worldwide, only three people had ever reached Stage Six before forty years old.

While Santong Daoist remained flustered in the wind, Xiang Nan had already dispatched a wave of tornadoes and was flying toward him, radiating confidence.

“The barrier’s broken. Let’s head to the island!” Xiang Nan said proudly.

“Well, um...” Santong Daoist felt awkward. “Could you give me some clothes too?”

Xiang Nan was already fully dressed, while he remained bare and exposed.

Standing against the wind felt freezing—especially down there!

People with spatial abilities sure had it good.

Xiang Nan chuckled, flicked his wrist, and a tracksuit appeared in his hand.

He tossed it to Santong Daoist. “My clothes are a bit long. Make do with them.”

Santong Daoist was speechless—this was a personal attack!

You’re high, mighty, and proud, huh? Humph!

He hurriedly slipped on the clothes, feeling the comfort of something covering him.

They pressed on, soon nearing the island.

Suddenly, the sky darkened dramatically.

Massive, rolling black clouds descended ominously, their approach fierce.

“What the hell? Another barrier?” Santong Daoist exclaimed.

“What’s with these clouds?”

In the next moment, the black clouds blotted out the sky, and heavy drops of black rain pelted down.

Fortunately, Santong Daoist had his Vajra Umbrella, which shielded him well from wind and rain.

The rain hammered the umbrella’s surface with a sharp “shh—shh” sound.

“Damn! This black rain is poisonous!” Santong shouted, spinning the umbrella swiftly until it doubled in size.

Raising an eyebrow, he warned, “Highly toxic! Get under my umbrella now! Let’s see you still act tough—won’t you have to rely on a Stage Five expert like me in the end?”

But Xiang Nan remained indifferent and charged onward regardless. In passing, he asked, “What are you saying?”

The black rain struck him; his clothes instantly corroded to a scorched yellow, yet his skin remained untouched.

Santong Daoist was stunned. What was this? Immunity to all poisons? Or just this black rain?

Xiang Nan noticed his expression and raised an eyebrow. “My constitution is special. No poison affects me.”

Indeed, the black rain was lethally toxic, and Xiang Nan dared not be complacent. He had long since activated the Tranquil Heart Spell to resist it.

Since first fusing the Purple Poison with the Tranquil Heart Spell, he discovered it granted him immunity to all toxins.

Seeing the black rain had no effect on him, Xiang Nan relaxed somewhat, though he didn’t want to waste clothes. He casually summoned a golden Bagua Shield to repel the corrosive rain.

Watching Xiang Nan breeze through the shadowed storm, Santong Daoist’s face twisted in disbelief—more than mere disappointment, it was almost heartbreaking.

“Damn, if anyone ever tells me again Xiang Nan is only Stage Two, I swear I won’t spare them!”

Gathering his energy, Santong Daoist hurried after him.

But no sooner had they passed the cloud zone than they entered a realm of thunder and lightning.

The black rain still fell, but now bolts of lightning struck around them.

“I don’t know who set up such a powerful barrier here—it’s outrageous!” Xiang Nan grumbled as he dodged the strikes.

Santong Daoist narrowly avoided one bolt, heart pounding. “This is the barrier woven into the island’s four-directional feng shui. It’s no single person’s doing. It’s incredible!”

“Santong Daoist, haven’t you always sought the path of immortality? I heard to become an immortal, one must undergo trials by heavenly thunder. You’ve just run into one. Why not take this chance to pass the tribulation? You might actually ascend.”

Xiang Nan dodged another strike and teased.

Santong Daoist narrowly avoided a bolt himself and smiled wryly. “With my level, I’m far from truly seeking immortality. Mostly just boasting. If I actually got hit by lightning, I’d probably be dead.”

After several trials, Santong Daoist finally understood.

This young man, Xiang Nan, was far from ordinary. His cultivation was unfathomably deep.

He had initially thought Xiang Nan’s lucky escapes were chance, but now it was clear—he truly possessed strength.

With that realization, Santong Daoist dropped his airs and pretenses, no longer flaunting his status as a Stage Five master.