Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 146 Fuchen
Hengguang trembled slightly, and the golden sun shone brightly on the mirror-like sword, emerging from the sea of clouds.

Xu Xuan's face turned cold, he gripped the sword tightly, his joints turned white, he was almost touching the truth, lightning surged in his sea of ​​qi, he remembered the scene when his master died, and the blood pill he gave to him to build his foundation.

Zhu Yucheng seemed to be interested. He looked at this junior and said in a deep voice:

"Your master wants to cover up everything, so that you won't be blinded by hatred and get involved in this karma again."

"The Chen family is keeping silent, but I want to make it clear. I want you to understand and hate it so clearly that you can't even deceive yourself."

"What you heard today might be the beginning of future troubles. It's normal for you to die and your family to be destroyed. Have you thought about it?"

Xu Xuan did not hesitate for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"I understand now. I hope you can help me solve my doubts."

Zhu Yucheng laughed out loud, and the magnetic light around him kept fluctuating. The lightness and heaviness around him changed, making Xu Xuan's body unstable.

"Now that you have cultivated sword energy, do you know about sword meridians?"

Xu Xuan's mind sank. He naturally knew that his family's inheritance could be attributed to the [Fengxuan Sword Lineage]. The two sword intentions he comprehended, one was left by True Lord Hengguang, and the other was achieved by his master, both came from this lineage.

But if you really ask him why the division is made, he doesn't know the reason, and he immediately replied:

"I've heard of this, but I don't know how it differs from ordinary sect inheritance?"

Suddenly, a whirlwind arose outside the hall, and thunder was heard in the distance, as if it was going to rain.

"The so-called sword veins were all left by the ancient sword immortals. Nowadays, cultivators with sword intent are also called sword immortals by the world as a sign of respect. In ancient times, those with great supernatural powers walked the mortal world. The so-called sword immortal was a respectful title for those who had reached the first level of the golden elixir. Even the purple mansion could hardly bear this title."

"The Dao of Sword has its own achievements within Daluo. It is the source of the might of the Sword Intent. The division of the Sword Veins is determined by the Dao of Sword and does not depend on human will. You belong to whichever path He says you belong to."

"This path is extremely special. Did you know that there are also differences in golden elixirs?"

Xu Xuan listened attentively. He had heard about it from Tian Tuo before, but he still didn't quite understand. He only said:
"I've heard there are fruition positions, honored positions, and subordinate positions, but I don't know the difference."

Zhu Yucheng nodded, and then continued in a deep voice:
"These mysteries are only found in the Taoist Canon of Immortal Sects. If you really want me to explain them in detail, I'd be hard pressed to explain. The so-called sword veins correspond to the levels of the Golden Core. The sword path is extremely special, and those who achieve it will be the first. It's all about the power of the Tao and the sword's will, and each one depends on their own ability."

"This path is extremely tolerant. It allows True Lords from other paths to transfer in, as well as those who come directly to seek enlightenment. There are even true immortals who hold concurrent positions. However, the threshold is also extremely high. Without sword intent, one cannot succeed. At its peak, it can even surpass the Nine Qi, and water and fire cannot resist it."

"The so-called sword energy slashing into the smallest details, severing the Qi, and severing the water and fire, all begins from this."

Xu Xuan slowly said at this time:

"My sect and the Kongjian Sect belong to the same sword lineage."

Zhu Yucheng looked at it intently, his face calm as a well, and said in a deep voice:

"Exactly. If we talk about the ancient sword lineages, Yue Jue, Chun Yang, etc., are all extremely famous, and your family belongs to the Feng Xuan lineage."

"The inheritance was already extinct, and the higher-ups didn't recognize it. But Wen Fufeng showed up and forcibly continued it. If we were to really argue, your sect, which is so impoverished, how could it be considered a lineage?"

"This sword lineage belonged to Fengxuan Palace. The last True Lord went to the outer world to slay demons, but received no response. As a result, he declined and perished, facing a clean death. The two branches that split off, citing their contributions to helping the Shu Emperor unify the world and supporting the country, drew a clear line between them and survived."

The more Xu Xuan listened, the more frightened he became. The sound of the Hengguang Sword continued, disturbing his thoughts as he listened to Zhu Yucheng's words.

"Among the seven sects in Liguo, the ones that are most active right now are Taizhen and Fuchen. They have very close ties with the Di family. Your master's death was ordered by the Immortal Master of Fuchen Sect."

"As for the reason, I'm not entirely clear, but I do know it's deeply connected to the Fengxuan sword lineage."

Xu Xuan exhaled lightly and said softly:

"I understand. Thank you, Senior."

Zhu Yucheng did not want to say more, apparently feeling that he had said enough, and said:
"There are nine sacred mountains surrounding Wuhuang. The four in the north cannot be touched. They have already been reserved for use by masters. You can rob the rest. You should be able to deal with a few wandering Wu cultivators."

"Let's go. I've said everything I need to say. How you decide is up to you."

Xu Xuan thanked him again, feeling depressed, and left on a thunderbolt.

After a long while, Zhu Yucheng slowly stood up. Pure golden aura of incense and fire surged from all around him. A faint golden figure appeared behind him. It was dressed as an immortal general and held a large banner with the inscription:
"【Tianyuan Immortal General, endowed with virtue and fortune】"

The golden energy from the incense that surged in from somewhere fell into this golden body. Zhu Yucheng silently felt the changes in his body. The intertwined and twisted immortal foundation gradually showed signs of collapse and gradually turned into pure primordial magnetism, not bound by the so-called [Xuan Xiang].

He was quite old, and with a high level of cultivation, he didn't look old at all. But when he stood up, his usual imposing aura disappeared, and he looked like an old man, his back appearing lonely.

However, this expression quickly disappeared from Zhu Yucheng, and his face became cold and majestic again, and he looked quietly into the distance.

Xu Xuan left Chongxi Mountain, walked to the clouds, and looked into the distance.

What Zhu Yucheng had said before made him feel depressed, and he still felt frightened when he thought about it now.

"The Fuchen Sect is indeed in the north."

He pondered silently, but he didn't know much about this family. He didn't even know what kind of cultivation they were doing or whether they had the golden elixir.

"If you want to know, I'm afraid you can only get information from the cave."

After regaining his composure, he focused on the matter at hand. Even though he harbored hatred, the goal was too high and far-reaching, forcing Xu Xuan to hide it deep in his heart and remain silent. Looking towards Tianli Mountain, Xu Xuan had already received news that the person occupying the mountain was named Shuchun, a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, nearly reaching perfection.

The four sacred mountains in the north had indeed been occupied by the same group of people. They were all wearing Li country clothes and were clearly not barbarians. The four sacred mountains were connected into one by a formation, and their power was astonishing.

Xu Xuan silently speculated about the origins of this group of people. The Zhu family said not to provoke them, and they might have a Zifu background. However, the other party only occupied the four mountains in the north and did not move away. He didn't know why.

Now there are four sacred mountains left to fight for, namely Tianli, Biye, Yanming and Guangya. The Guanzhong family wants Tianli, the Liu family wants Biye, and the Duan family has decided on Guangya.

The three families decided to occupy Yanming Mountain first. This mountain is located in a key position. If they can take it, they can block these witches and defeat them one by one.

"These barbarians are no longer fighting each other. I'm afraid they have already communicated with each other and want to join forces."

Looking at the location of Yan Mingshan, it was indeed the place with the densest formation and the most personnel stationed there, which clearly showed that they had been prepared for this.

According to the investigation, among these wizards, the one with the highest cultivation level is Shu Chun, who is in the late stage of foundation building and is almost perfect. He also has a powerful magic weapon that he needs to be on guard against.

At that moment, Xu Xuan rode away on thunder and could now prepare to attack the mountain. As long as they captured Yanming, the other side would be unable to stop them with the combined efforts of the three families.
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In the north, Yunxiang Prefecture.

The clouds are high in the sky, the smoke is rising straight up, and the scenery on the frontier is breathtaking.

An elegant scholar in a white robe was resting with his eyes closed, riding a thin green donkey upside down, and walking slowly towards the south.

He had a carefree demeanor and casually wore a gilded sword at his waist. The scabbard was engraved with the positions of the Big Dipper. The Tianshu star flickered, hidden in the wind and sand.

In the distance was the Liao army, a mighty force. They had been forming a battle array here, but when they received the news from afar and saw this man coming, they opened their gates early and issued strict orders to prevent anyone from disturbing him. Tens of thousands of soldiers were all silent.

As he was about to leave the border, the scholar suddenly seemed to remember something. He waved his hand at the border troops from a distance and threw something towards them.

The leading generals were all at the Foundation Establishment stage. When they saw the object flying towards them, they were all terrified, but they did not act rashly and restrained the soldiers below.

When the object landed, it stopped right in front of the leading general. It was a brocade bag filled with spirit stones, just the amount needed to pass the level. The generals looked at each other in confusion.

Seeing the suspicious behavior of the many soldiers, the scholar in white laughed out loud, patted the donkey under him, and walked towards the south.

Outside the pass, a woman had been waiting there early. She had heroic features, an ancient sword as heavy as water on her back, and a sheep-horn dagger on her waist. She did not hide her intentions at all and looked straight at the person in front of her.

The scholar in white came down and stroked the donkey lovingly. Then he turned to look at the woman in front of him, with an elegant demeanor, and said in a deep voice:
"Have you heard about the [Golden Evil Hound] and are here to stop me?"

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible. You are no match for me. Don't lose your life in vain."

The beautiful woman stepped forward, her eyes turned, and she said softly:

"I'm here on orders from the Fuchen Immortal Sect. I'm here to stop you and dampen your arrogance, to prevent you from losing control and bringing disaster to the people."

She slowly pulled out the sword from behind her. The sword had pine-like patterns and an icy texture, with positive and negative patterns. Along with the sword guard with a dragon head, the sword light flowed and pointed directly at the opponent.

The white-robed scholar had a gentle expression as he looked at the sword in the other person's hand. The three characters "Ancient Water" on the sword were very conspicuous. He did not draw his sword, but smiled and said:

"You are very special. I met someone in Liao who was similar to you, but not as good as you. I killed him."

The woman on the road remained calm and said softly:

"Jing Jing asked you to kill him. It's his bad luck. He failed in his work."

The scholar in white looked as if he was expressing regret. He gradually placed his hand on his sword, and an extremely sharp sword energy gradually emerged. He then asked:
"What's your name? Tell me."

The woman below finally smiled, raised her eyebrows, casually swung the magic sword in her hand, and said with a smile:
"Just call me Yinniang. It's not a nice name."

After she finished speaking, the woman named Yinniang raised her magic sword, without any sword energy or sword intention. She smiled and said:

"I don't know much about swordsmanship. I only know how to cast spells. I'd like to see how your swordsmanship works."

"You'll soon understand."

The white-robed scholar still hadn't drawn his sword, and was watching the man in front of him with a smile on his face.

The two men attacked together with great tacit understanding, and the victory was decided in a moment.

The soldiers stationed in the distance first saw a white sword light appear from afar, rising into the sky, changing greatly, with earth, water, wind and fire following it, stirring up the wind and sand in the desert and causing it to stagnate.

A golden divine thunder seemed to have been waiting in the air for a long time. It fell in an instant, and lightning filled the sky, as if a huge sun rose from the ground.

The two people outside the pass stood still, the white-robed scholar's sword was only an inch out of its sheath, but Yinniang in front of him fell to the ground with a bang, her momentum plummeting.

She was not dead. Ink-colored blood was flowing from her body. In just a short moment, Xian Ji had been chopped nearly a thousand times by the other party. It was truly a miracle that she was still alive.

At this moment, Yinniang didn't care about the injuries on her body. Blood was flowing from her face, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She said loudly:

"It's almost causal, it's really amazing."

The scholar in white robe had a calm expression and did not continue to take action. He rode on a skinny donkey beside him and continued to walk south.

(End of this chapter)