Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 124 Anger
Several months have passed since Liu Xiaowen left, and Luo Qingzhong has become a little colder.

Xu Xuan stepped out of the hall. He came out of retreat today and looked towards a peak on the southeast edge of Luoqing, which was where Liang Yong was.

He was in seclusion when he suddenly felt a fierce and furious energy rushing towards him from the southeast. The energy was so strong that anger was rising and sulfur was spreading. He immediately realized that Liang Yong was about to break through.

He rode on the lightning and headed straight to the southeast, landing on the peak. In the cave, bursts of roars were heard, shaking the formation.

Xu Xuan used his magic power to attract some clouds to cover up some of the strange phenomena, but Liang Yong broke through the barrier directly, with black flames blazing all over his body, the flames flickered, and the air exploded.

The fire was extremely fierce, like an angry fire, rushing everywhere, exploding one after another, and the cave collapsed.

As Liang Yong's aura gradually subsided and his immortal foundation stabilized, the movement also stopped. Looking again, the black and gray fire turned into a treasure wheel, hanging behind him and slowly rotating.

Liang Yong gave a light shout, and his body grew taller, reaching the height of two people. His skin was dark blue, his hair was red, and he had a ghostly face. His four arms were stretched out, and two snakes were wrapped around his waist. He looked terrifying and majestic, and was extremely captivating.

However, Liang Yong obviously could not hold on for long, and he returned to his original state in an instant. Xu Xuan fell with the wind and said with a smile:

"Congratulations to Dharma Protector Liang for achieving the Immortal Foundation."

This is a happy event. Liang Yong is very good at fighting. Now he has cultivated to the level of an immortal. With him guarding the mountain gate, Xu Xuan does not have to worry about others attacking even if he leaves temporarily.

Liang Yong also had a happy look on his face. He activated his immortal foundation, and the black fire surged out, shocking the mind. Ordinary people would feel angry when they saw it.

"The one that Protector Liang cultivated was He Xianji, and he has many changes."

Liang Yong chuckled and waved his hand. His magic power surged, propping up the collapsed cave. The two of them flew up on the wind.

"I cultivate the [Angry Non-Observation], which refines a breath of rage and observes the non-heavenly form transmitted by my own poison. It has the ability to transform."

Seeing Xu Xuan was puzzled, Liang Yong continued to explain:

"Buddha said there are six paths, and there is a non-heavenly path, also known as Asura, which is one of the three good paths. The path of 'fire' is involved in the immortals and Buddhists, which is why there are such changes."

"There's a lineage in the East China Sea called the [Hunyuan Palace], one of the orthodox schools of the 'Supreme Fire' sect. They adhere to the methods of immortal cultivation, but the method I practice is a blend of immortal and Buddhist cultivation."

Xu Xuan nodded. He had heard that the "Supreme Fire" sect was closely related to the dragon clan of the East China Sea. He didn't expect that the martial arts practiced by Liang Yong had such a history.

"It is truly a joyous occasion for the sect that Dharma Protector Liang has broken through to the foundation building stage. Let's consolidate our cultivation for the next few days."

After saying that, Xu Xuan took out some spiritual supplies, all of which were for consolidating his cultivation. They were just what Liang Yong needed, so the other party didn't hesitate and accepted them directly.

After pondering for a while, Xu Xuan took out a magical weapon with two plates, the upper and lower parts, all blood-colored. It was the [Mother and Child Blood River], which was now flashing with blood.

Seeing this thing, Liang Yong's eyes lit up and he said softly:
"Is there any news about the remnants of the Blood River Sect?"

Xu Xuanyuan turned the magic weapon, infused it with blood and energy, and a blood-colored spot rose on the disc, pointing far away in the direction of Dajingyuan.

"This magical weapon has recently been sensing that the other party has revealed his whereabouts and is currently on the plains. Sensing from a distance, he has also unexpectedly broken through to the foundation building stage."

"If my sensing is blocked by someone, I won't be able to locate that person."

Xu Xuan already had some guesses that the remnants of the Blood River Sect did not flee far away, but hid on the plains and broke through the foundation-building stage. Perhaps they were protected by some family.

Liu family, Duan family or Zhu family?
Xu Xuan was puzzled. The remnants of the Blood River Sect were involved in the refining method of the Foundation Establishment Pill, which was indeed important.

Although Liang Yong had established his foundation, his interest in the remnant remained undiminished. He said in a deep voice:
"Since he has established his foundation, he will be exposed one day. Then we can look for him."

Xu Xuan looked at Liang Yong, wondering what he was obsessed with that made him target this remnant. He asked in a low voice:

"Does Protector Liang have any entanglement with the Blood River Sect?"

Speaking of this, Liang Yong's expression changed slightly, becoming a little gloomy, black flames rising, and he said coldly:
"The woman I liked in Meizhai was killed by this man. That's why I was looking for him in the first place."

"Damn it, if this guy falls into my hands, I will definitely deal with him well."

Seeing this, Xu Xuan just said softly:
"There are so many people building foundations on the plains. I'm afraid there will be a big change. When the time comes, this person will definitely reveal his true identity. You and I will take him down in one fell swoop."

Liang Yong nodded. The two of them were now above Luo Qing, standing on the clouds and looking down.

"Speaking of which, when will Fan Qingzhu be ready to break through?"

Liang Yong suddenly spoke, looking at Xu Xuan with a strange expression.

"Mistress Fan started her retreat a few days ago. She wasn't confident enough to break through directly, so she went to the plains to ask for a blood pill."

Xu Xuan looked towards the peak where Fan Qingzhu was in seclusion and replied in a low voice. Liang Yong heard this and sighed, saying:

"This type of blood pill is not effective enough and will pollute the inner world. When we cultivate to become immortals, we must constantly improve our inner world [Xuan Xiang] and accumulate cultivation. She took the foundation-building pill refined with blood, so it will be difficult for her to make any progress in the future."

Liang Yong suddenly turned his head and said softly:

"Master, you have to tell me the truth. Did she come to you?"

"what?"

Xu Xuan looked over with a puzzled look, not knowing what Liang Yong was talking about. The scarred man chuckled and said softly:
"She and I both fled from the north. We knew each other a little bit in Tianshui. She was born in Changyun Sect, and I know a little about her cultivation techniques."

"Rage turns to lust. She wanted to seek me for dual cultivation before I went into seclusion, but I refused. Didn't she seek me for the Sect Leader?" Xu Xuan said seriously. How could he know about the relationship between Fan Qingzhu and Liang Yong? He only said:

"Guardian Liang, please don't speak nonsense. I have no disputes with Lord Fan."

"But why did Protector Liang reject her? Is he someone he loves?"

Xu Xuan was a little curious. Liang Yong was a person who ate both meat and vegetables, so why did he reject Fan Qingzhu?
"Of course, sexual pleasure between men and women can be indulged freely, but such dual cultivation and sexual techniques must not be underestimated."

"If you're not careful, your own cultivation will be used to make wedding clothes for others. Master, you must remember this. When you go out, you can tighten or loosen your crotch. You have to choose the right time."

Liang Yong had already hooked his arm around Xu Xuan's shoulder, looking like an experienced person. Xu Xuan was speechless, and only urged this Dharma Protector Liang to quickly consolidate his cultivation.
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In the central part of Li State, east of Wunan, is Jiangyang County.

A small boat was floating on the water, going downstream. The boatman was riding a pole. There were lush aquatic plants on both sides of the river, and a few white geese were walking among them.

The boat had a shallow draft and was covered with a black sail. Two people were sitting quietly on it. One looked like a scholar with a worried look on his brow, and the other was carrying a sword on his back. He was dressed in a dark black outfit and had a calm expression.

This river is a tributary of the Li River. The water is clear and the waves are calm. Fish and shrimps swim slowly beside the boat.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, it was a beautiful season, but the banks were desolate. Looking along the river, there were few people and wildfires were burning in many places.

"Old man, there was a war here, but did the Liao people come here?"

The scholar in white spoke first, looking towards both sides with a worried look on his face. The boatman was already white-haired and hunched over. After hearing this, a look of indignation appeared on his face.

"Liao people, where did the Liao people come from? The immortals in this place were fighting, and they invited those barbarians to come and bring disaster to our people."

"You bullshit immortals, collecting taxes every year, but they're of no use when something happens, young man, don't you agree?"

The white-robed scholar looked a little embarrassed. He looked at the man with a sword on his back and said softly:
"It also depends on what sect it is, there are also righteous ways."

"Shit."

The boatman turned around and sneered:
"What's the right path? They're all just cutting flesh from the people. I think they're all the same."

"It's a pity that the current emperor has been corrupted by treacherous people. He should have killed all these immortals long ago and let the court take charge."

Upon hearing this, the scholar in white robes said slowly:
"But there are wise rulers and tyrants, and the court is not always infallible."

The boatman seemed to think this made sense, but when he thought about it, he felt a headache again, so he propped himself up on the pole and said with a smile:
"Why are you telling me all this? You scholars love to talk about this nonsense. You wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken if I asked you to."

"I see you're old enough, so how come you found a wife?"

"Of course I found her and was just about to go see her."

The white-robed scholar's expression softened a bit as he replied softly.

"It seems she's a good woman who has fascinated you like this."

The boatman chuckled and looked at the scholar in white. The man with a sword on his back had his eyes closed and was not saying a word.

"Okay, we're just up to my place, so I won't see you off. I have some homemade wine at home, and if you two aren't in a hurry, you can come and have a few drinks with me."

The scholar in white shook his head and said softly:

"We are going to a very far place, I am afraid we don't have the time for this. Thank you for your kindness."

The boatman nodded and continued to row forward. Soon they arrived at a ferry. A village could be vaguely seen on the shore with some scattered houses.

"arrive."

The boatman gestured for payment. The scholar in white thought for a moment and took out a silver ingot. The old man spoke in an interesting way, so he thought of giving him more.

However, the boatman did not answer the call. Instead, he stared blankly at the village on the shore. Something seemed wrong there, as if something had happened.

There were cries and shouts, along with extremely wild laughter. Women's wails echoed along the shore, tigers and leopards roared, and a series of barbaric languages ​​came, mixed with the official language of the Li country, which was full of flattery.

"The barbarian is coming!"

The boatman's face turned pale in an instant. Without even looking at the silver ingot, he hunched his back and trembled as he was about to get off the boat and rush into the village.

Zhang Yu, the scholar in white, stopped him and said:
"Don't be impulsive!"

The old boatman, with some courage that came from nowhere, broke free from Zhang Yu and shouted:
"My granddaughter is still at home!"

Zhang Yu pointed to his side and motioned the other party to look. The figure of the man with the sword on his back had disappeared long ago, as if he had never been there.

Suddenly, a burst of angry curses mixed with doubts came from the distant village, the barbarians' shouts and pleas for mercy were heard, and the sound of swords rang out continuously. After only ten breaths, everything returned to calm.

A man with a sword on his back walked out of the village, holding the sword in his right hand. Red fire was flowing on the magic sword, emitting a fascinating aura. His left arm was around an eight-year-old girl, who was wearing coarse linen clothes and was crying non-stop.

Liu Xiaowen lightly swung his magic sword, and red fire surged out, burning away the blood stain. He looked at the girl in his arms and said softly:
"It's okay."

(End of this chapter)