Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 145 Xiaoyao
The center of Wuhuang, Chongxi Mountain.

The Yuanci divine light trembled continuously, surging out from the base of the mountain, disturbing the clouds in the sky. Looking upwards, several spiritual peaks had already set up formations, and the dark golden formation patterns flickered.

Outside the mountain, a Taoist priest stood quietly with a sword on his back. He was wearing a dark black Taoist robe with patterns of bright fire clouds, flying red birds, and round red fruits. The man descended from the sky on thunder, holding a letter in his hand.

The man's eyes were deep, and one could not tell whether he was happy or angry. It was as if there were heavy clouds in his eyes, hiding all his thoughts and emotions. Occasionally, when his eyes opened, a gleam of light flashed, which made people's heart palpitate.

Zhu Yuanyun had already noticed the movement outside the mountain. When he saw the person coming, his originally stern expression relaxed a lot and he smiled, which made the servants around him look strange, but they dared not say anything.

"Master Xu is here, and my family has been waiting for a long time."

This direct descendant of the Zhu family looked at the person in front of him. They were of the same generation, and the other party was also in the early stage of foundation building, but the feeling he gave him was completely different, as if a fairy sword was pointing directly at his eyebrows, and pure sword energy was hidden in the sheath.

He had long heard of the power of the temple master's sword energy and had even seen it once when he was refining his Qi. Now that he was building his foundation, the other party's momentum was definitely stronger than his, forcing Zhu Yuanyun to take it seriously.

At this time, you can call him the master of the temple to show respect. Otherwise, given his status, it is also fine to call him fellow Taoist.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yuan Yun. I received a message from Senior. I came here in a hurry after finishing my business. Please wait for me."

Xu Xuan's eyes revealed that he had been preparing to seize the mountain, having already discussed it with the Liu and Duan families. Just as he was about to act, the Zhu family sent him a letter inviting him to Chongxi Mountain for a meeting. After much deliberation, he decided to go along with the invitation, having a feeling that this trip might yield a wealth of information.

Zhu Yuanyun was a very capable man. He didn't exchange many pleasantries. He just said "please" and led Xu Xuan towards the main peak of the mountain.

The magnetic force of this place was extremely strong, with several peaks rising high and suspended in the air. The Zhu family had arranged their formations according to the terrain, their methods extremely ingenious and natural. The spiritual energy in the mountains was extremely strong, far exceeding that of Luo Qing, which made Xu Xuan feel deeply moved.

Going up along the road to the main peak, you can feel the heavy pressure. Occasionally, a bird flies over the mountain and falls down in an instant. A hazy magnetic light surrounds the entire main peak, and a bronze palace has been built on the top of the peak.

Xu Xuan walked leisurely under the heavy pressure, without any sign of effort. Zhu Yuanyun beside him couldn't help but look up to him. The pressure of the main peak was difficult for ordinary cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building to withstand. Xu Xuan could come up so easily, which seemed to indicate that he had a solid foundation and strong magic power.

"This mountain has a 'magnetic' nature, making it very suitable for nobles."

Xu Xuan looked towards the mountain. The Yuanci divine light was gathering so much, it seemed that there were many spiritual objects of this kind being produced.

"Pure Magnetic Spirits are rare, and our family is fortunate to have found this sacred mountain."

Zhu Yuanyun sighed slightly, his eyes fell on the root of his nose, and he smiled:

"'Yuanci' is not a manifest way. My family needs to use spiritual objects, and also rely on nearby spiritual objects to convert, such as 'Spiritual Thunder' and 'Gen Earth'. The process is extremely complicated."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Xuan recalled the fragment of the letter and asked:

"According to Daoist Yuan Yun, what path of cultivation is considered wise in today's world?"

Zhu Yuanyun, who was called "Yuanci", had obviously been troubled for a long time and had already made plans in his mind. When someone asked him about his problem, he seemed to be complaining.

"The Yin and Yang Four Symbols are not something that a small cultivator like us can get involved in. Of course, the Five Virtues are the best. They can be combined and transformed. There are many spiritual objects and complete skills. The predecessors have also left many references for cultivation, so we can avoid taking detours."

"Among them, water and fire are the most powerful. Those who possess the Golden Elixir are even more prominent in the world, and are simply superior to others. Take 'Lihuo' for example. Li Tai conquered the Central Plains and established the capital in the East. 'Lihuo' is already a top-notch Taoist tradition in the world, but ordinary people cannot practice it, and it is exclusive to the imperial family."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xuan recalled what he saw when he was at the ninth level of Qi Refining and refining his nature, the lake of lightning that appeared in the universe.

'There is a master in the position of "Thunder", and although he is powerful, spiritual objects are rare. There should be no one to control "Divine Thunder". The [Xuan Lei Tian Shu Xian Dao] has disappeared, and the Xuan Shu Zhen Jun has fallen, but this Dao is flourishing, with many people practicing it, even in Li Liao. What is the reason for this?'

At least in the surrounding counties, Xu Xuan had never heard of anyone with a Purple Mansion who practiced the "Thunder" art. He had only heard of someone in the North Sea practicing this art, so perhaps there was a Purple Mansion there.

At first, by chance, he met the Fire Crow and thus became involved in the layout of [Songjietian]. But now, thinking about it, this matter seems a little strange. "Zhenyao Wenling Fa" happens to be a subordinate skill of "Zeleililong Jing" in Guanlu Hall.

Previously, Xu Xuan only felt that he was protected by some immortal tablets and thought he was safe. But ever since he saw the incomplete letter, he couldn't help but feel suspicious. However, the "Zhen Yao Wen Ling Fa" was found by his master for him to practice, and his master never told him the origin of it. Now he is also confused.

Zhu Yuanyun, who was standing by, saw Xu Xuan in deep thought and let out a low cry.

"Daoyou, we've arrived."

In front of him was a tall bronze hall with the doors wide open. Zhu Yuanyun made a gesture to invite people in but did not go in.

Xu Xuan sighed lightly, the highlight was coming next. Zhu Yucheng, the only surviving veteran foundation-building master from the previous generation, came to find him. What on earth was going on?
His gaze focused slightly, he gathered his spirits, and walked forward on the smooth bluestone road.

The hall was quite empty. The strong magnetic force from the outside world had dissipated at this moment. Everything was calm. On the highest seat in the hall, a man dressed in dark-colored clothes and with a dignified demeanor looked at Xu Xuan for a moment.

A heavy pressure came from the front, as if it were a physical object, causing Xu Xuan's steps to sink, but he still held on and bowed first:
"I've met senior."

Zhu Yucheng was imposing and commanding, his gaze like an eagle and a wolf, his indifferent black pupils revealing little emotion. After a short silence, he subsided and said in a deep voice:
"sit."

Xu Xuan found a place to sit down at random, without saying much, just waiting quietly for Zhu Yucheng to speak.

"The Duan family, the Liu family, and even your sect have all flocked to Wuhuang. It's really lively."

The person sitting on the seat spoke casually at this time, and his low voice echoed in the hall. The magnetic force outside the hall was felt and surged.

"It's just to build up some foundation for our family and pass it on to future generations."

Xu Xuan looked calm and responded neither humbly nor arrogantly, trying to figure out the other party's intentions, but he couldn't figure it out no matter what.

"The Liu family can interact more often, but the Duan family and we are not of the same kind, so it's better to have less dealings."

Zhu Yucheng's voice was low and went straight into Xu Xuan's heart, making him think about what this meant, why "we" was drawn, and what was so special about the Duan family.

"May I ask, Senior, this..."

Xu Xuan opened his mouth, about to ask for clarification, but the other party waved his hand, unwilling to discuss the matter further. For some reason, Xu Xuan felt that the other party's words were true. The Duan family was indeed very special, and Duan Pingdu alone was a variable.

"Liang Xilan of the Empty Sword Sect has already achieved Foundation Establishment. This sect is finished. They are fighting against each other, and they are not doing it cleanly. They are just leaving a handle for us to use."

The voice from above came, and Xu Xuan understood what the other party meant. Zuo Hemo and Qi Wen were either useless or disabled. Liang Xilan pointed the spearhead at Wei Yan, the only one most likely to inherit the position, but let him get away, which was very unwise.

However, this matter was planned by the Master Wanjin, and the key points must have been figured out long ago. However, Xu Xuan did not want to say more. With these masters getting involved, nothing good would happen.

Zhu Yucheng seemed to just want to comment on the situation on the plain, but then he changed the subject and said:

"The Wu family has now hooked up with the witch and thinks they can be free and unrestrained from now on. They are a bunch of fools."

His voice was cold and stern, making the atmosphere in the hall instantly cold. Heavy pressure fell again, and an extremely captivating aura emanated from Zhu Yucheng.

Looking at Xu Xuan, the Zhu family patriarch had an indifferent expression, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a deep voice:
"You are not as good as Wen Fufeng. I am afraid you will never be able to touch the edge of sword intent in this life."

Xu Xuan's expression remained unchanged as he listened quietly. Zhu Yucheng said calmly:
"Wen Fufeng is a man of great passion and freedom of thought, so he can achieve sword intent. You are too calculating and consider too much before striking your sword, so you cannot reach the realm of your master."

"I feel a little less breath in my heart, and my realm is quite different, but you will definitely live longer than him, and the sect can be passed down in your hands. Perhaps this is why he chose you."

Xu Xuan said in a low voice:
"I only have one thought: to protect the mountain sect's inheritance and live up to Master's trust. I will feel at ease."

After hearing this, Zhu Yucheng nodded slightly, then shook his head and said:
"That's the crux of the matter. Let me ask you, why do you practice swordplay?"

Xu Xuan looked over suddenly, his eyes sparkling. The last time his master asked him this question, he had replied:
"Only to protect the master and fellow disciples."

At this moment, he thought about the answer to this question again, and said as usual:

"Protecting those around you is what sword practice is all about."

Zhu Yucheng showed a look of reminiscence, and said in a trance-like tone:
"Wen Fufeng is different from you. He practices swordsmanship just for the sake of practicing it, without any such calculations. Swordsmanship is the goal, not the means."

"You, however, are the opposite. You act extremely utilitarian. Whether it's sword training or spiritual cultivation, it's all the same. As long as it's useful, that's not what you truly seek."

Xu Xuan exhaled lightly, feeling as if a knot in his heart had loosened, and he seemed to understand something. He said in a deep voice:
"I understand, thank you for your advice."

"Thank me?"

Zhu Yucheng chuckled softly and looked over intently.

"I think that what you're doing is the right thing to do today. Only by doing more can you survive." "In another ten years or so, the agreement between the Chen family and me will end. By then, I will have unified Chiyunnan, including Qingwei. For Wen Fufeng's sake, if you nod now and surrender, you'll have many benefits."

The other party suddenly mentioned this matter, which made Xu Xuan feel a little depressed. He said in a low voice:

"Senior, what do you mean by surrender?"

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became the lowest point. Zhu Yucheng said in a calm tone:

"To allow me to drive you and to serve you as my Lord is to surrender."

The other party did not show any power, but Xu Xuan's mind sank. He stood up and said:

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

He was nervous and prepared for the other party to take action if the negotiations failed, but Zhu Yucheng just nodded and didn't say much.

Xu Xuan looked upwards with a serious gaze, and finally asked the question in his mind.

"Senior, why are you so obsessed with unifying the Plains?"

A slight smile appeared on Zhu Yucheng's cold and majestic face, and the magnetic divine light that trembled like water waves surged around him. A kind of aura like a huge army pressing down on a battle line and moving forward rose up, which made Xu Xuanxianji feel it, and thunder roared in his body.

The Zhu family patriarch, the only one who survived, smiled and said slowly in a deep voice:

"There's no special reason. I just want to talk sense with people."

After he finished speaking, the other party said no more, but his momentum became stronger and stronger, pressing straight at him, as if tens of millions of weapons were pointing straight at him. Xu Xuan stood still, his immortal foundation changed, and a dark pool of disaster rose up, with purple thunder surging, and a faint confrontation.

The Hengguang on his back began to vibrate wildly. Xu Xuan looked at it intently and tried his best to suppress it.

The calamity pool above was rotating slowly, and it became more and more mysterious under the heavy pressure. The patterns on it changed, a purple-gold electric snake was running, a reggae stood in the clouds with a gun, a dragon snake was hiding in the thunder, and many scenes appeared one by one.

Zhu Yucheng looked at the robbery pool with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice:
"[Tribulation Heart Pond], it's a pity to let you cultivate a third-grade immortal foundation."

"Wen Fufeng, this volume of thunder magic was taught by a Taoist priest in the North Sea. If you want to continue on your path and go further, you can go to the North Sea in the future."

"All thirty-six thunderbolts in the world descended from the sky, landing in the North Sea, and then returning to the sky again. With your aptitude, it is possible for you to choose an immortal sect and join it."

Xu Xuan listened quietly and understood the origin of "Zhen Yao Wen Ling Fa". He felt that there was not much malice in Zhu Yucheng's words, but rather he was giving him some advice.

"If there is a day, I must go and see it."

Zhu Yucheng seemed a little disappointed with this answer. He glanced at him coldly and spoke in a low voice.

"Has your sect contacted any real person yet?"

"If not, then you have to think carefully about the pros and cons. There have been several sects and families in this area that didn't last long without someone behind them."

Xu Xuan's mind sank a little when he heard this. Where could he go to seek refuge in Zifu now? Moreover, there were so many things involved. He only said in a low voice:
"I'm afraid no one wants to get involved in this mess, and everyone is trying to avoid it."

Zhu Yucheng's eyebrows turned, he patted the armrest and said in a deep voice:

"Wen Fufeng achieved sword intent through Qi training and gained favor from all sides. Do you know how many of them have placed bets on him and valued him? And how many of them want to take his life?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Xuan's heart trembled. The Hengguang Sword rang continuously and could no longer be restrained. It was immediately unsheathed, and an extremely brutal murderous aura surged out and hung in the air.

He took a deep breath and held Hengguang, feeling endless murderous intent and hatred condensed on it. Hengguang seemed to have a soul and kept ringing.

"May I ask, Senior, which ones are they?"

Xu Xuan's voice was like a knife carving iron and stone, and it passed through. Purple and crimson sword energy surrounded Hengguang, and a subtle aura of annihilation rose up, cutting off all the invisible murderous aura, and Hengguang gradually returned to tranquility.

Zhu Yucheng, who was sitting on the table, looked at Xu Xuan thoughtfully and said softly:
"Has he already cultivated sword energy? It seems Wen Fufeng has done his best to leave something for future generations."

"Senior, please tell me which families are behind this murder."

Xu Xuan took a step forward, hatred evident in his eyes, which had been hidden for many years and was only revealed at this moment. His immortal foundation felt it, the calamity pool shook, and thunder roared.

Zhu Yucheng watched quietly, as if a heavy pressure like Mount Tai was falling down and confronting him.

Soon the opponent's momentum overwhelmed Xu Xuan. At one moment he was like the vanguard of an army, and at another moment he was like Mount Tai pressing down on his head. Two completely different changes in the immortal base appeared in one person, making it difficult for Xu Xuan to resist.

At this moment, Zhu Yucheng's eyes showed some appreciation, and he said softly:

"Yes, I thought you had forgotten the grudge. This place is full of people who live day by day and are afraid of death. Their spines are broken and they have no ability except to wag their tails and beg for mercy."

Zhu Yucheng stood up, and heavy pressure fell. The Yuanci divine light filled the hall. Xu Xuan tried his best to stand still. The sword energy on Hengguang was born and destroyed, and he barely cut off the Yuanci divine light that was pressing down.

"Do you know what kind of immortal foundation Wen Fufeng cultivated?"

The other party did not answer, but asked this question out of the blue.

Xu Xuan didn't understand what he meant. His master was practicing the "Heavenly Fire Eternal Light Sutra", which was quite famous in Chiyun South. Why did the other party come to ask?

"Reporting to the senior, what Master cultivated is [Heavenly Flame]."

Zhu Yucheng retracted his aura at this moment, his eyes dimmed, he sneered, and said:

"He hid it very well. I was fooled by him at first. No, he was also fooled by others."

"Do you know what methods are available if you want to switch to another path?"

Xu Xuan seemed to have sensed something, and he clenched Hengguang tightly, his joints cracking and turning pale, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"When refining Qi, you can disperse your energy and start over. When you are building your foundation or even the Purple Palace, the only way out is reincarnation."

Zhu Yucheng nodded slightly and continued:

"That's what he did. He was tricked while refining his Qi, and his power was dispersed. He had to start over with another method. Do you know what that path is?"

Xu Xuan already had the answer in his mind. He was silent at this moment, listening quietly. He could feel the jade-white, ever-changing, and disappearing sword intent in the sword box transformed from the Qi Hai Cave.

Zhu Yucheng's eyes were deep and his tone was vague, as if he was recalling something. He only said:

"On the path of the world, one should respect the Ancestral Qi. It existed before the creation of the world, and was followed by the Yin and Yang and the Four Symbols. Then the Five Virtues were established, and the Three Qi and Nine Transformations, from top to bottom, evolved into the world, illuminating the vast universe."

"But there are also the opposite, pushing things to the top, achieving success through the opposite, like a sorcerer holding poison, achieving the path of 'poison and disaster.'"

"The same is true for the way of the sword. In ancient times, sword immortals achieved great success and thus established a special school of thought. The Great Red Temple was originally passing down a volume of the sixth-grade sword technique, but it has long been lost."

Xu Xuan was excited. He had heard about this matter from Qi Wen before, and now when he heard it from Zhu Yucheng, he immediately remembered the key point.

"This technique requires one to achieve sword intent before building a foundation before practicing it?"

Zhu Yucheng lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and said:
"You underestimate your master. He doesn't cultivate [Heavenly Flame], but..."

A cold and stern voice sounded, and the man in front of him, dressed in dark and gorgeous clothes, showed a bit of nostalgia and a bit of fear on his face, and said in a deep voice:
"The sixth-grade technique that Wen Fufeng retrained is called..."

The Hengguang Sword rang continuously, and the sword energy spread around his body, interweaving with the Yuanci Divine Light, colliding and disintegrating. Xu Xuan only felt a wind blowing on his face, blowing from the past and catching up with him.

Zhu Yucheng murmured the name of the immortal base, and the bright white sword intent in the sword box rose up, shuttling and changing like a spirit. Xu Xuan's mind was blank, and only the name of the immortal base remained.

【Happy Tour】.

　There will be another chapter later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)