Born with immortal seed

Chapter 685 Autumn Frost Sword Bone
"The Tai Su Dao soldiers do not hold a high position within the Dao De Sect. The half-demon race is loyal and stands firmly on the side of the human race. In the past, one could say that there was no leader, but since the Venerable Lord is a half-demon, he is fully qualified to negotiate with the demon race."

After the Daoist Master departed, mist surged up from Xuandu Mountain, turning it into a hazy, foggy expanse once more.

Bai Zichen was filled with many mysteries, knowing that the truth was definitely not as simple as the Venerable One had said.

There must be countless grudges and entanglements inside that have led to the current situation.

It is feared that there is an irreconcilable and deep-seated hatred between half-demons and the demon race.

"True Lord, Fellow Daoist Xiaoyue has proposed a plan to establish Xingxiu Sea as a Daoist center, but is still lacking some contributions... She is willing to offer fifteen islands in the outer sea of ​​Xingxiu Sea as collateral, sharing the profits, in exchange for our agreement."

A series of footsteps, treading on withered leaves and broken branches, slowly approached.

It was Yu Ziliang who had just arrived, and he performed an ancient greeting to his senior.

"Are there still unresolved issues at sea?"

Bai Zichen glanced at him, wondering if this person knew anything about the Venerable One's inner workings.

However, the Six-Toothed Celestial Phenomenon lineage has been passed down to this day, and it did not suddenly appear, so it is impossible for people in the lineage to be completely unaware of it.

No wonder the Daoist Master attained enlightenment hundreds of years earlier than the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master, yet he wasn't as anxious about his lifespan.

It was originally thought that the special method of transforming into a deity made the Doushuai Grotto Heaven more effective at concealing heavenly secrets.

Just like the Buddhist kingdoms on earth, it is half a small world and half a real world, both of which are included within it.

Now it seems more likely that it's due to his long lifespan as a half-demon.

"Ahem... Fellow Daoist Xiaoyue is extremely anxious and has already traveled back and forth between the Black Sea and the Central Region several times."

Yu Ziliang almost choked and couldn't say a word.

Now that the sea monsters have been wiped out, it is said that even the Red-Bearded Lord has pledged allegiance to this Sword Lord, and the place is almost a pure land.

Once Xingxiu Sea is captured, Xiaoyue Dazhenjun can use it as a foundation to establish his sect and immediately catch up with the assets of many sects in the inland areas that have been developing for thousands of years.

Such a foundation for generations to come is right at our lips, yet we can't seem to get our hands on it. How can we not be anxious?

The reason I didn't go to Rotten Axe Mountain was because I heard that even the Great True Lord of September was turned away when he came to visit.

Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he came to seek help from the Daode Sect.

These fifteen large islands alone have already attracted the envy of many within the sect, who are all inquiring when an agreement can be finalized so that disciples can be arranged to move in.

Slaying demons and monsters and enlightening the world are two aspects.

On the other hand, maintaining a leading position in the cultivation benefits of a large number of disciples requires astronomical amounts of resources for each item.

Although the resources of the Great Zhou Dynasty were unparalleled in the world, it was the earliest to develop and utilize them effectively.

With so many cultivators, all kinds of mineral veins have been mined out, and even low-purity mixed minerals have been completely mined out and abandoned.

Many cultivation resources need to be transferred from the outside world, and are highly dependent on enclave spiritual veins, secret realms, and so on.

Cunsi Peak ventured far to the outer sea, perhaps because the Nine Luminaries Grotto-Heaven was not enough for the five peaks to share, so they sought another way out.

Even cultivators who are righteous and fearless in the face of demons and monsters will fight tooth and nail for resources and opportunities for their junior disciples when they return to their cultivation.

Regardless of the distance between people's hearts, unless one is a sage, who can treat everyone equally?

“Alright, we’ll do it your way. I’ll send a detailed list to my disciple at Rotten Axe Mountain later.”

Bai Zichen nodded dismissively, thinking that having a stable source of income was not bad.

In the future, when Qingfeng Sect disciples go out to sea for training, they will not have to worry about not having a place to stay.

"Alright, this will save Fellow Daoist Xiaoyue from having to come here every few days, and give me some peace and quiet."

Yu Ziliang's face lit up with joy. Everyone in the sect felt that he had a past relationship with the Sword Lord of Time, and they all placed their hopes for success on him.

Little did they know that the two were not close friends back then; their relationship was merely superficial.

Within the Daode Sect, several elders, in order to fulfill their duties of guarding the overseas islands of Xingxiu, stood up for their own disciples and made several laughable incidents.

If Xiaoyue Dazhenjun's proposal is not approved by Guangyin Jianjun, the plan cannot be implemented. Although Yu Ziliang is not afraid due to his status, he will find it difficult to have peace and quiet in the future.

"By the way, have you heard, True Lord, that after returning, the injuries of the Great True Lord Ma You of the Five Phoenix Sword Sect worsened, and he passed away not long ago... Currently, the Five Phoenix Sword Sect is being led by the Sword Lord Ku Rong. With the loss of their Great True Lord, Fairy Haitang being devoured by the mysterious female immortal, and Fellow Daoist Meng's physical body destroyed, it's estimated that at his age, it will be difficult for him to recover his cultivation level... These past few years have been a series of misfortunes. With their remaining strength, they may not be able to protect as many spiritual veins as they once did."

Yu Ziliang shook his head slightly, sighing deeply as he spoke.

"Apart from the Daode Sect, what other sect in the world has lasted forever? The ebb and flow of tides, the gathering and dispersing of clouds, are all the will of Heaven."

Bai Zichen's eyes twitched, and he looked up at Yu Ziliang.

When the war between the two tribes ended, Ma You only suffered minor injuries and even visited Bai Zichen.

After returning, his injuries suddenly flared up, and even the Great True Monarch could not control them. In just a few years, he was on his deathbed, and the Five Phoenix Sword Sect's life-saving elixirs and medicines were of no use.

Whether it was an internal injury with a hidden poison that was difficult to cure with medicine, or there was some other hidden reason, Bai Zichen did not want to delve into it.

However, the fact that the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Five Phoenix Sword Sect avoided battle meant that the Moral Sect definitely harbored resentment towards them behind the scenes.

"The lineage has only existed for a little over two hundred thousand years, far from being considered eternally indestructible. True Lord, you flatter me..."

Yu Ziliang squinted and said with a slight smile.

However, anyone who hears this will feel that it is blatant boasting.

With a history of over 20,000 years, it can be described as having a long and prosperous lineage in the current cultivation world.

It would take another ten years for such a sect to reach the position of the Moral Sect today.

"The other good news is that Master Baoxuan of the Taiping Sect has awakened and is said to be out of danger."

"This is indeed good news."

After exchanging a few more words, Yu Ziliang noticed that Bai Zichen wasn't very interested in talking, so he took his leave.

"The departure of foreign enemies does not mean that we can live in peace and prosperity... Especially in the Central Region, there will likely be a major reshuffle, and the hidden dangers are just as perilous."

After the great war between the two races, the relative strengths of the sects changed significantly, which would inevitably lead to a redivision of the spiritual mountains and rivers.

The slightly better aspect compared to the past is that the losers still have the Black Sea as a destination.

Unlike before, when they lost the spiritual veins of the Central Region and retreated to the four regions, they might not be able to defeat the local bullies. They could only fight to the bitter end and keep bleeding.

Having a way out might allow all parties to remain calm and avoid taking drastic measures that could lead to mutual destruction.

At least for now, the two major powers controlling the Black Sea, the Moral Sect and the Sword Lord of Time, have welcomed the cultivators who have moved in.

This can be seen from the various funding policies that have been introduced.

On his way back to Lankeshan, Bai Zichen passed by the Ji River and saw this former bridgehead where humans fought against demons, hovering in the air.

The man is gone, the formation has been dismantled, leaving only the Jishui camp, empty and desolate.

"The land on both sides of the Ji River was originally the most prosperous land, but this war changed the fate of too many people..."

The river overflowed, turning hundreds of miles on both sides into a vast expanse of water.

Years of fierce battles even caused the river to change course and the earth to tremble.

At its peak, the army of a million cultivators resided in the Jishui camp, and their monthly expenses alone could bankrupt a Nascent Soul Grand Sect.

If so many cultivators gathered together and meditated and cultivated their qi at the same time, they could even turn this space into a place devoid of spiritual energy.

To solve this problem, the allied forces set up more than three hundred spirit-gathering arrays at the Jishui camp.

They even moved in nearby spiritual veins, forcibly increasing the concentration of spiritual energy in the Jishui camp.

The consequence was that after the war, no one maintained the area, the spiritual energy of the Jishui Camp plummeted back to its original level, and the places whose spiritual veins had been affected became wastelands.

"There is also a Heavenly Platform here, which hides a fifth-tier Azure Rhinoceros Sword, the personal sword of Venerable Loulan. This sword loves spirit stones the most, and it has a price tag for every transaction. With my current wealth, I can afford to hire it."

Bai Zichen walked against the current, recalling how he had once explored the ruins of the Taibai Sword Sect with the Star Palace members on this very water.

"However, it's not the scarcity that's the problem, but the inequality... None of the other flying swords received that treatment, except for the later Azure Rhinoceros Sword, which was given spirit stones with every use. It must have been overjoyed. Moreover, to enter the Heavenly Platform, you have to go to Zhuo Xiong. He sees me as the hope for the revival of the Taibai Sword Sect, and every time we meet, he'll start talking about this, going on and on about how many outstanding disciples I've nurtured, how the sect is doing, and so on. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best to avoid him."

Fifth-tier flying swords are always a welcome addition.

But he hasn't reached the number twelve yet, so there's no need for him to pay too high a price for a fifth-tier flying sword.

Bai Zichen is considered lucky; the hardships he endured in pursuing the flying sword were seen as nothing more than freebies by others.

Some are stories of sword-cultivating families who collect clues and pursue a fourth-tier flying sword for generations.

The father dies and the son succeeds; the son dies and the grandson succeeds; the value of his entire life lies in that fourth-tier flying sword.

He searched desperately, all for a family heirloom flying sword.

As far as he knew, Zhuo Xiong had taken advantage of the war between the two races and the resulting vulnerability in the rear to gather many immortal seedlings.

However, it seems that he went too far later, and his true identity under the mask of the Broken Army Star Lord was discovered, causing an uproar.

Even though Zhuo Xiong was highly respected and had a wide circle of friends within the Tianxing Sect, he still cut ties with them immediately.

After that, little news came from them; it was unknown whether they were hiding in the Star Palace Secret Realm or some remote, impoverished place.

After circling around, just as it was about to leave, it sensed an interesting scene and landed.

Inside the camp, two groups of young cultivators faced off, swords drawn and ready to strike. Judging from their robes and magical artifacts, they were unlikely to be cultivators from a sect; they looked rather shabby.

Their cultivation levels were mostly at the Qi Refining stage, with only two leaders at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Both sides exchanged harsh words and struck their weapons on the ground to bolster their morale.

After listening for a while, I learned that they had found a hall where some miscellaneous items belonging to the Allied Forces had not been taken away.

It wasn't high-grade, just a spiritual artifact, but it was already a rare treasure for these two groups of young cultivators.

The exchange on the field quickly shifted from verbal attacks to a contest of skill and technique.

The two Foundation Establishment leaders each stepped forward a few steps, uttered some harsh words, and quickly made their move.

One of them wielded two shovels, which looked somewhat comical, but they were also incredibly powerful and magical weapons.

The other one looked younger, with a youthful face, and was carrying an iron rod that looked like a fire poker.

They didn't resemble weapons at all; they looked more like farm tools picked up from somewhere.

He attacked swiftly, without any fancy techniques, simply aiming for the opponent's vital points.

It was almost a blur before the sound of the iron rod cutting through the air arrived a moment later.

Simple moves, yet always able to defend against the enemy's attack; the attack method is concise and efficient.

The opponent clearly has a higher cultivation level, greater magical power, and a better-grade spiritual weapon...

He was forced into a sorry state, and his body was covered in several wounds.

If it weren't for the protective bronze mirror on his chest, he would have had several more holes in his chest long ago.

After several more rounds of fighting, it was the one with the higher cultivation level who was caught by the double shovels and gently lifted into the sky.

The iron rod extended and retracted like a venomous snake, stopping an inch from the opponent's neck.

The man collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, uttered a harsh remark, and left with his henchmen.

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator retrieved the storage bag in the middle, rummaged through it, and took out dozens of spirit stones, scattering them among the people below, which drew cheers.

The group occupied the abandoned hall, started cooking, and tidied up the bedroom.

"What's your name?"

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator had just returned to his room and sat down when he took out his storage bag to carefully examine his loot. That's when these words drifted from behind him.

Without a second thought, he flicked his wrist, and the iron rod was already in his hand. He turned and thrust it out, bringing with it a flash of cold light, accompanied by wind and thunder.

Only then did they realize that he had been holding back during the battle and hadn't used his full strength at all.

Ding!
Just as he was feeling triumphant about his perfect strike, having poured all his energy and spirit into it, he felt a burning sensation.

But then a soft flick was heard. It was a jade hand, as beautiful as a work of art, that flicked its finger, causing the iron rod to swing back and forth, unable to fall.

"Senior, you are so powerful, why bother to tease us... I am Yuan Wu, a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the early stage, and I am thirty-three years old."

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator immediately realized that he had encountered an extraordinary expert, at least a Core Formation cultivator, judging from his performance.

He immediately threw down the iron rod, knelt on the ground, and realized the gap between them.

A Core Formation cultivator doesn't even need to be serious to kill an early Foundation Establishment cultivator; they can simply tap their finger.

No matter how much he hides his true abilities or prepares a series of backup plans against such an opponent, it will be useless.

“Yuan Wu, not bad… are you aware of the strangeness in your body?”

Bai Zichen looked at it with great interest, already using the Candle Dragon Yin-Yang Eyes.

The fact that a mere battle between low-level cultivators was not extremely fierce and aroused sympathy from outsiders must have been due to other factors that drew him in.

“Every winter, I feel cold all over, and I can’t get rid of it even by using my magic power… My master said that I might have a special kind of spirit, but he doesn’t know what it is because he doesn’t have enough knowledge.”

Yuan Wu responded honestly, daring not to hide anything.

"A spirit body? Haha, no matter how strong a spirit body is, it can't compare to this. This is the Autumn Frost Sword Bone!"

Bai Zichen chuckled. It seemed that the great battle had caused such a loophole in the Spirit Awakening process in the Central Region.

It's unbelievable that a talent of this caliber would be missed by the sect.

It seems that he embarked on the path of cultivation by becoming an apprentice to a wandering monk.

In the past, rounds of bone-reading and body-testing, and repeated spiritual awakenings, were conducted to avoid missing out on disciples with hidden talents.

After all, besides spiritual roots, there are many other conditions that are not on the table and whose merits cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

Normally, children with unusual characteristics are the most valued, and their appearance is considered a rare sight within a hundred miles.

Several major Nascent Soul sects will see which one's Spirit Awakening Envoy runs the fastest and secures the best seedlings first.

Bai Zichen had seen so many high-level cultivators, and very few of them possessed sword bones.

How can a spirit compare? In terms of sheer numbers, even sword bones can rival holy bodies.

(End of this chapter)