Yinshan Record

Chapter 860 Creation Has Methods, Ascension to Immortality Has Diagrams (Part 1)

The Cloud Pill Conference was held in Qingwang Valley, and quite a few cultivators came here specifically to participate in the grand event. In addition, there were cultivators from all over the country who stopped here, so there were quite a few cultivators in Ci'en Fang at this moment.

Where there are people, there will be gossip and disputes.

Inside an inn, a group of cultivators sipped fragrant tea, watching the Void Step cultivators in the sky engage in a fierce battle.

"Is this Yang Marrow meant to take away the Master's Ice Mirror of Misfortune?"

A monk shouted.

"The methods of the demonic sects rely on cunning and deceit, and their magical power is generally weaker."

A bearded monk explained, "This Chief Yang clearly has a backup plan. Have you all forgotten how Chief Yang severely injured that Daoist Zhu last night?"

He was the most skilled cultivator in the inn, and having come from the East Sea, he was used to seeing battles between experts. These past few days, he had been acting as the top commentator.

The disciples of Qingwang Valley who were in charge of maintaining order there did not disturb him, because these disciples also wanted to know what was going on in the sky.

"Alas, I have heard that Fairy Xue received the secret techniques passed down by the previous generation of sword immortals. I hope she can help our shopkeeper."

"Deng Hui of the South China Sea Faction is all show and no substance. He claims to be the number one young person of the South China Sea Faction, but when he slashes him with his sword, it's completely useless."

"It's alright, these are all tests."

The bearded monk explained.

"As the saying goes, one should not be too full when drawing a sword. When masters exchange blows, it is always a test. Rest assured, Mr. Deng is waiting for his opportunity."

There was much discussion in the inn, with the vast majority of people still standing on the side of Qingwang Valley.

Firstly, Qingwang Valley had a good reputation for practicing medicine and distributing medicine in the mortal world for many years. Secondly, Ci'en Fang never made things difficult for the cultivators it visited, and was a kind and benevolent host, so everyone preferred them.

However, amidst this peaceful atmosphere, some people still poured cold water on things.

"Deng Hui is a fool who has run out of tricks, and Fu Qiongzhu's reputation is undeserved. If Xue Baizhi didn't have some extraordinary skills, she would definitely have succeeded in obtaining the Yang Marrow Essence this time. The Ice Mirror of the Sinful Platform, humph, is this how the magic weapon of the Guanghan Sect is used?"

The crowd looked over angrily, only to see a strange man in a black robe commenting from a window seat on the second floor of the inn. He had a handsome face, cold eyes, and carried a huge halberd on his back, looking quite odd.

Opposite him was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, wearing a blue shirt and holding a teacup, listening with great interest.

"Gentlemen, he's the one who said those ridiculous things. It has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me. I think Master Fu will give this Yang Sui a good beating sooner or later."

Seeing the condemning looks from the crowd, the girl immediately severed ties with the strange man with the halberd.

The halberd-wielding eccentric remained unchanged, meeting the condemning gazes with a rather self-satisfied air.

"I am Bai Chuan, the Prince of Donghai, and I currently serve under the Hai Tian Pavilion. May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

The bearded monk bowed to the strange man with the halberd.

"My motto is 'Get to the point.'"

The strange man glared at the bearded man.

His behavior caused a stir among those around him.

“Hiding his head and tail, he’s not a good person. Let the fairies of Qingwang Valley investigate his background.”

"People these days speak in a sarcastic and insinuating way. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were practicing some kind of androgynous or wicked kung fu."

The bearded monk was quite cultured; having traveled extensively for many years, he had long since developed a natural tendency to greet people with a smile.

"May I ask, esteemed brother, why do you say that Mr. Deng has exhausted his skills? I see that Deng Hui's sword light is focused and orderly, and he handles it with ease."

"He doesn't know anything. When Mr. Wang asked him questions, it was like asking a blind man for directions. He was just pretending..."

The girl in the green dress spread her hands out, looking as if she had no other choice.

"Please make way for him, he's my older brother..."

"When a swordsman draws his sword, although he emphasizes that 'the dragon soars too high and regrets it,' and that he should not exert all his strength, the sword intent will not change. As the saying goes, 'The sharpness comes from the intention, and the energy roams the eight directions.'" The strange man in black pointed to the sky: "Although Deng Hui has not exhausted his sword energy, his sword intent has been completely unreserved. Now, the Yang Marrow has manifested three thousand demonic hands with its magic power, and I, Deng, cannot even break through one of them with my sword. What else can this be but exhaustion of skills?"

"As for Fu Qiongzhu, the Ice Mirror of the Nietai is a magical artifact to which she has devoted her life and soul. Now that it has been dragged away by Yang Sui with such great power, the two of them are now just locked in a battle of magical power. What tricks does she have left? I've heard that she also has the amazing Jinghong, but how much power can she muster when she makes a move now?"

"As for that demon cultivator, he's not worth mentioning. Only Xue Baizhi has pure sword intent. Whether she can turn the tide depends entirely on whether she can sever the demonic hand that controls the Yang marrow."

Wang Baichuan knew he had encountered a master, so he asked respectfully.

"Brother, you are a man of great knowledge and experience. I wonder what kind of tricks these three thousand demonic hands have in the demonic sect?"

"The Longevity Sect is nothing but a bunch of alchemy novices. What skills could they possibly have? It's just that this Yang Marrow is blessed by the Demon Lord of Extinction. This one is ancient among the Lords of the End of Dharma, and his whereabouts are mysterious. His demonic power is the most unpredictable."

The black-robed stranger looked up at the sky and said, "Last night I witnessed the power of the Yang Marrow's domain, which was quite exquisite, like the transformation of a Buddha into a demon. Today's demonic hand is not the same as last night's domain; it must have been obtained by him."

The strange man in black robes pondered for a moment, then looked at the girl in green in front of him.

"Yang Sui strolled leisurely beneath the array within the workshop, and could also seize magical artifacts with his demonic hand. He must either be working on the concepts of reality and illusion, or he must be relying on the methods of creation?"

"Three thousand heretics, their bearing magnificent."

The girl in the green robe glanced at him and said, "It should be the method of creation."

"Excellent."

The strange man in black robes looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"This person is someone I can confide in."

The girl cursed the martial arts fanatic in her heart, but exclaimed in surprise.

"Xue Baizhi has drawn her sword."

Xue Baizhi's long sword was wrapped in white cloth on her back and was never shown to anyone. Now, her right hand was clenched into a fist, as if she were holding a divine weapon, and she slowly pushed her palm forward.

Even without a sword in hand, it still possesses a myriad of magnificent qualities.

A glint of cold light, like the dawn moon over the river, illuminated the myriad mountains and rivers.

Under Xue Baizhi's refinement, the sword energy of the Returning Wind and Withered Snow lost all its embellishment, returning to its original simplicity and condensing into a stunning rainbow.

A white rainbow pierces the sun.

The sword energy transformed into rainbow light, like a mighty river with crashing waves.

Su Che was momentarily dazed.

How could Fairy Xue, whom I had once overlooked, have grown to such an extent without me even noticing?
it is good.

Since we've reunited as old friends, I'll let you witness my magical powers today.

"The 'Surprising Rainbow Sword' is worthy of being my match."

The Three Poisons Realm opened, and three thousand demonic hands fluttered.

Su Che clasped his hands together, and black mist surged around him, like a gate or a star banner.

"Nine-story tower in the heavens, copper pillars lock the dragon. The dragon spits blood, frost freezes into ice pillars. I use this immortal destiny to ascend the tower and inquire about immortality. My trembling fingers turn to mud, my ankles reveal bones. My skin falls to the clouds, my tendons scatter on the rainbow cliff. My three souls are all in the void, my seven spirits leave the spiritual platform. The immortal opens the golden palace, letting me enter the tower."

Like chanting, like a ballad.

The method that the Demon Lord in Hemp Robes used when he faced the Azure-Eyed Garuda King was also the true trump card of the Longevity Sect, which Su Che secretly used.

Zhu He, who was in the lobby, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared blankly at his hands, his ten fingers turning into a pulp and falling downwards.

This is a diagram for achieving immortality and ascending to heaven.

(End of this chapter)