Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 156 Leaving
Tianli Mountain and Xuanlei Peak.

Thunderous sounds came from the purple-like Xuanming Liquid. On the gray sword-grinding table full of holes, the divine light of Danting was restrained. After a year, this magic sword had completed its promotion and jumped to the upper level of foundation building.

Xu Xuan's mind moved, and the magic sword came with it. The sword body was dark black, and the Tiangang star on it was bright. He immediately put the magic sword into the sea of ​​qi, sank it into the Lei Ze, and used thunder to promote the change.

The dark black sword body changed, becoming hazy purple and emitting continuous vibrations. It changed its appearance and rose into the Haobai Tribulation Pool. Dan Ting changed again, feeling the punishment of the tribulation, and the sword body turned into a brilliant white.

"After undergoing the transformation of the immortal base, it has completely changed its appearance."

Xu Xuan was still not quite at ease, and it was not until he sent Dan Ting to the side of the white jade Taoist platform and let the pure air seep into him that he felt relieved.

Qifen Zhenyu, Puhua Leihuozhu, Taishang Fengxuanshu and so on, these shameful things were covered by the pure air and concealed by the status of the immortal tablet, so that Zifu could not calculate them.

He left on thunder and went straight into Luo Qing. Now, several spiritual peaks on the periphery have been opened, and the inner disciples can use their Taoist skills to exchange for spiritual land for cultivation.

We will be leaving in a few days. This trip will be long, so we need to put everything in order.

Xu Xuan rode the wind to the sky above Dangxia Peak. There was a blazing fire in the hall. The Jingyang Baking Furnace was moved away, and only the [Yanhui Furnace] was left here. It was a top-grade Qi Refining Furnace and was sufficient.

The Forging Room now specializes in refining high-grade magical instruments. With a fire spirit like Wen Guang in charge, and Wang Xiwei and Wang Qiyun assisting, refining some high-grade Qi-refining magical instruments is almost a piece of cake.

Dangxia Peak is now the production base of various types of standard magical instruments. The instruments refined are mainly sold and used as weapons. They have a wide market and are quite famous in Chiyun.

Xu Xuan stood in the clouds, not concealing his movements as he came. He saw a round-faced man flying out of the hall. Seeing him, he laughed loudly and said:
"Master uncle."

Wang Qiyun showed some joy on his face. He looked at Xu Xuan and took out a black jade array plate. He said:
"The sect has already completed the [Fire Crossing and Long Qi Formation], and the [Sky Ring Divine Bombing Formation] obtained in exchange has also been set up. With Tianli and Luo Qing as the core of the formation, it covers Baishi, Changming, Dapan, and Dongmi."

"From now on, all those under the sect's jurisdiction are shrouded in the foundation-building magic array."

When Xu Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile. The [Sky Ring Divine Bombardment Formation] was a large formation of divine thunder, which was exchanged from Chonghua County. Because of the commanded thunder, Chonghua divine thunder also became popular.

Most of the [Huang Qi Ze Stone] and [Xuan Ming Liquid] produced by the sect are sold to Chonghua, and many magical instruments are also sold as well. Now it has become an important source of income for the sect.

Liang Yong would drive the [Untied Boat] and bring people to trade every month. Now, there are many foundation-building sects and families that have established connections with Dachiguan.

The [Sky Ring Divine Bombardment Formation] was obtained from a sect called [Purple Gold Temple]. It cost three [Huang Qi Ze Stones], two bottles of [Xuan Ming Liquid], and the bone dagger obtained when killing Luo He. It is a top-grade magic weapon for building the foundation.

Although this formation is expensive, Xu Xuan is extremely satisfied with its effectiveness. According to his idea, it would be best if he could find Zhen Lei, but there is really no one practicing this tradition nearby, so he had to settle for the second best.

[Sky Ring Divine Bombing Formation] is known for its powerful force. It condenses divine thunder into a ring. When nine sky rings overlap, thunder will strike down. If an ordinary foundation-building cultivator takes it head-on, he will be seriously injured.

The [Earth Axis Mountain Cauldron] has been placed in the Luoqing earth veins to increase the power of the [Fire Crossing and Long Qi Formation] and to stabilize the earth veins. As for Tianli Mountain, it is connected to it by the Chi Ming Mansion in Taixu, which is almost as solid as a rock. With the formation, it is difficult to break in and build the foundation without the real person coming.

"Well, you've been busy all year, leading the Houhuo Hall to install the formation stakes and flags. Now that it's complete, Qiyun, you must have contributed the most."

Xu Xuan smiled and patted Wang Qiyun on the shoulder. This was the only younger generation in the sect who knew some formations and was reliable in his work, which made him feel at ease.

"The brothers and sisters in Houhuo Hall have also contributed greatly, and Qiyun dare not take credit for it."

Wang Qiyun was obviously still concerned about the disciples in the hall. Xu Xuan smiled and said:

"The sect has already allocated a sum of spiritual funds as a reward."

"How is Chengyan's current cultivation? I heard that he goes to the hall every day. Don't delay his cultivation."

Wang Qiyun smiled softly, thinking of his child, he felt very distressed and said:

"Now he is sent to the Great Red Palace for training every month, and only when he has enough time will he be allowed to help out in the Huotang. Lately, he has been pestering the fire spirit of the main wife, asking him questions every day."

Xu Xuan had seen Cheng Yan several times. He was a very smart kid. He smiled and nodded slightly.
"This is great news. The sect has added new weapon-refining techniques. With Chengyan's talent, it won't be difficult to establish a foundation. You should carefully consider your path."

"I've already sent someone to gather the Guangwu Xuanqi from Yanyun Xingshi. This fourth-grade technique is quite difficult to gather. I'm afraid I'll only be able to gather one in six years. It just happened to arrive when Chengyan was refining his Qi."

"This is the ancient Bing Fire Method. In terms of its miraculousness, it is even superior to the Heavenly Fire Eternal Light Sutra. We are in need of practitioners, so let Cheng Yan practice it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiyun could not hide his joy. A fourth-grade martial art was already quite extraordinary, and it was even personally chosen by the sect leader. This was a great benefit. He thanked Xu Xuan with a sincere look.

Xu Xuan had his own considerations. Senior Brother Xi Wei and Qi Yun were both proficient in weapon refining techniques, but the only problem was that it was difficult to build a foundation. Cheng Yan had good qualifications, a seven-inch spiritual root, and his talent in weapon refining surpassed his predecessors. His importance was self-evident, and he was almost destined to be the next generation leader in weapon refining in the sect.

As he spoke, Wang Qiyun seemed to remember something, and the smile on his face faded. He hesitated and whispered:
"Master, I'm afraid Xiao Wen's grandfather is dying."

These words came so suddenly that Xu Xuan's mind went blank. Liu Shengshui, this old man Xu Xuan had been taking care of for many years, and he often went to find some elixirs to prolong his life. After he had cultivated and established his foundation, he even went to see him in person. How could he suddenly fail?

Wang Qiyun looked embarrassed and said softly:

"The old man is not ill, but he is very old and can no longer bear it. He wanted to see Xiao Wen and asked someone to pass on the message."

Xu Xuan sighed softly, his expression slightly moved, and said:
"I'll go and see it myself." He spoke in a low voice. He only felt the wind coming from all directions, whistling past, and his body turned into lightning. Without any sound, he went straight towards Qingyuan Town.
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Woniuye, Qingyuan Town.

The bluestone streets are paved smoothly, reflecting the clouds in the sky. There are all kinds of shops and restaurants on both sides of the street, and merchants are coming and going, making the street prosperous.

Several cultivators walked by on the street, all of them were from the Dachi Sect. The mortals beside them looked at them with a mixture of awe and gratitude. After all, Qingyuan Town was founded by this immortal sect, and now life is much better.

In the center of the town, there is an ordinary blue-tiled house, which stands alone, forming a sharp contrast with the wealthy families next to it. There is even a small courtyard next to the house with a very old yellow cow tied up.

Many tourists from outside have strange expressions on their faces. This place is very expensive and only wealthy families can live here. Only those with immortal backgrounds can live here. I wonder what the backgrounds of these people are.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky and landed silently in front of the house. The door was ajar. Xu Xuan pushed it open and slowly walked in.

There is a pair of memorial tablets in the hall, which belong to the old man's son and daughter-in-law. They are not covered with ashes, and long incense is burning slowly, and the fragrance is ethereal and seems unreal.

There seemed to be a sound in the inner room. Xu Xuan suddenly felt guilty and almost didn't dare to go in. He only heard an old, lifeless voice, with a hint of surprise, saying in a low voice:
"Xiao Wen?"

Xu Xuan walked in. Liu Shengshui was lying on the bed, his body shriveled and his face gaunt. His cloudy eyes lit up when he saw a man with a sword on his back enter, but when Xu Xuan walked in and saw his face clearly, his eyes quickly dimmed again.

A man who looked like a wealthy man was waiting by the bed. It was Liu Fanhe. As a wealthy man in Baigang, Liu Shengshui had taken good care of him over the years. Even though he had some intentions of currying favor with Liu Shengshui, his actions could not be fake.

"I've seen the immortal."

When Liu Fanhe saw the person coming, he was shocked and knelt down to pay his respects. However, he felt a little relieved in his heart. Fortunately, he was with the old man and had caught the attention of the headmaster.

Xu Xuan responded in a deep voice, motioning him to go out first, and whispered:
"I thank you on behalf of my disciple."

Liu Fanhe's face showed a mixture of fear and surprise, but he did not dare to bother him any further, and only said softly:
"The old man seemed to be in good health. He got up this morning, fed the cattle, chopped firewood, visited his children's graves, came back, changed into new clothes, and then found me."

"His memory is confused. He said he was going to die and his grandson was missing. He asked me to help him find a solution."

Xu Xuan nodded, sighed, let Liu Fanhe leave first, and slowly walked to the bedside, holding the pair of hands like dead branches.

"Uncle Shengshui, it's me, Xu Xuan."

Liu Shengshui reluctantly turned his head to look at Xu Xuan. His face was covered with wrinkles like an old tree, but he smiled slightly and said softly:
"Xu Xuan is here. You went up the mountain to practice. I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't recognize you."

"Did you see that yellow cow outside? It was huddled with you. I was wondering why the cow at home had given birth again. Now it's a baby."

Xu Xuan stammered. He was able to save his life thanks to this old man. Now, seeing this scene, he felt as if a lump of lead had sunk in his heart, causing him severe pain.

The old man in front of him held Xu Xuan's hand tightly. His body was thin and almost shriveled, but his eyes were bright and shining at this moment.

"Xiao Wen is old now. If you have experience, please help me see if he can go with you to worship the gods."

Sailor Liu Sheng stretched out his hand and propped himself up tremblingly. Xu Xuan hurriedly supported him. The old man looked outside the house in a daze and suddenly shouted in an old voice.

"Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen, come back."

"The Immortal Family is here to recruit disciples."

There was no response. The faint sound of vendors hawking outside the house made the old man's face change. He said in a low voice:
"The peddler has come to the village, and Xiao Wen is running around again. He's very wild."

As he spoke, the old man's breath gradually weakened. Xu Xuan used his magical power to sense that the other party was really nearing the end of his life. He had already taken many elixirs before, so it would be useless even if he took more now.

"Xiao Wen has excellent talent. I've seen him and am considering taking him in as my disciple."

Xu Xuan said in a low voice that he wanted to keep the old man in front of him, but the other party's vitality was like fine sand, slowly flowing away from the cracks bit by bit, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

"Okay, very good."

Liu Shengshui turned to look at Xu Xuan. His face, which looked rough and bruised from the sun and rain, suddenly started to shed tears. He whispered:
"I'm dying."

"Xiao Wen is still young, please help take care of him for a while."

After he finished speaking, the old man took out a small green cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Xu Xuan very cautiously.

The life force of the person in front of him faded away little by little, and finally he slowly fell down. Xu Xuan gently closed the old man's eyes. The yellow cow outside the house let out a muffled roar, which was heard inside the house.

When he opened the coarse cloth bag, he found scattered copper coins, gold and silver inside. These were all given to Liu Shengshui by others over the years. He did not spend a single cent and saved them all.

There were four words written crookedly on the cloth bag with charcoal ink, "Leave it to Xiao Wen". The word "Leave it to" was written extremely sloppily and was almost unrecognizable, but Xiao Wen's was written clearly, stroke by stroke.

(End of this chapter)