Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 219 Yuan Gong
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The dark pattern of the Suzaku Lifu was bright and shining, and Song Shiqing looked normal, but a little scarlet gradually appeared in his pupils, like ink dripping into water and spreading out.

"If that's the case, then I won't spoil your fun. After all, Chiyun County isn't under the jurisdiction of my bloodline, so discussing this with fellow Daoist today is a bit presumptuous."

The strange look in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and then he glanced at the two people below with a warm smile.

"Senior Yuan Gong holds great power here, on par with my father. He has never taken action, so he is not someone you can easily meet. If you two want to witness Yue Jue's swordsmanship, you'll probably have to wait for ten days or so."

Song Shiqing's eyebrows raised, and his voice sounded slow and steady.

"During this time, you two can just move around behind the army formation. You don't need to get involved in the fighting. Although Zifu is watching in Taixu, you still need to be careful."

After he finished speaking, Xu Xuan's mind moved and he began to think.

"Mr. Yuan, isn't this the one who looked after the White Fox Pavilion? He actually came to the border. I think Song Shiyi entered the cave abyss for this purpose."

"I still have military matters to attend to, so I won't be staying with you two any longer."

Song Shiqing said in a deep voice, and Lu Guan and Xu Xuan below naturally understood. After a few polite words, they left the tent and flew away.

Just at this moment, Mei Fengming came in and saw the two men leaving. He looked up at Song Shiqing who was thinking about something. The prince's face had changed, and it was as cold as iron.

"People from Zhongyang Mansion have also arrived and asked Song Shiyi to connect with them. He is now in the Zhutian treasure ship in the sky."

Mei Fengming looked up and his voice was a little hesitant.

"Yu Huajian is also on it?"

"I used the formation to sense it from a distance and sensed a sword force as blazing as the sun, illuminating the sky. I think it must be that person."

Talking about this person, Mei Fengming looked serious, looked up at Song Shiqing, and said in a deep voice:
"Now, how do you see it? The king asked us to win over Xu Xuan, but he actually meant this. Chi Yun is involved in Kunweitian. In the Luqi Conferred God Plan, it is not something we can interfere with."

"Conferred Gods. Ha, the big sects in the cave heaven have good ideas. Once the mountain and water gods are conferred, how will we small sects cope? Who will listen to whom in the end?"

Song Shiqing exhaled lightly, looked down, and said softly:

"You, Taizhen, want military force and strategy, while Fuchen seeks universal light. Both can use the energy of Luqi to give birth to the golden throne. There are benefits, but we, the small clans, are giving up power for nothing."

"The Emperor family stayed in the cave, enjoying a peaceful life. All the tasks of conquering and defending the city fell on us. Now that they have the means to deify themselves, they can't bear to see us, a small clan, take power. It's really..."

Song Shiqing's face was extremely solemn. As the only son of King Lanshan, he was destined to inherit the throne. However, the Di family's deification was going to force these small clans to give up their power.

"You'd better be careful with your words. Song Shiyi is up there. He said he was here to supervise the army, so he probably has some ulterior motives."

Mei Fengming reminded him softly, and a scarlet flame gradually rose beside Song Shiqing. A bear with dark fur and scarlet eyes poked its head out of the fire.

"I am Red Bear, and he is Red Bird. We are already level one. I have been here for many years, fighting the Liao Kingdom to the death. But Song Shiyi is better. He is of higher birth than me, yet he dares to show off his power here."

Mei Fengming shook his head slightly, and the golden evil aura hanging from his armor became stronger and stronger, like strands of silk hanging down.

"Now, what we can do is to place more of our own people in the position and recommend them to the divine position. I have already decided that after I break through the Purple Mansion, the sect will let me take the position of conqueror, with the divine title of [Zhengwu]. Although there are some powers, it is not enough."

"My father has already arranged the selection of the gods of mountains and rivers under his rule. They are all loyal warriors. Now the only one missing is the Thunder Department, and there is no final decision yet."

Song Shiqing's expression gradually became gloomy, and he said coldly:
"Then Xu Xuan will watch first. Although he refuses, when Yue Jue draws his sword later, he will definitely rely on us to watch the ceremony. There will be plenty of opportunities. If that doesn't work, wait for Kun Weitian to fall and move his entire sect here."

The silver-armored young man below seemed to be thinking about something and said:

"Everyone in the Fuchen Sect is busy testing the Binghuo and trying to seize the Flame Light. I'm afraid they don't have much time to think about him right now. However, it's better to kill the wrong person than to let him go. The Fuchen Immortal Sect understands this principle very well."

"Even if this person doesn't follow the Xuan Sword Vein and has no entanglement with Bing Fire, so what? Does that mean She Lei is going to be easy to deal with?"

Mei Fengming sneered, as if he was very unhappy with the actions of this immortal sect, and said:
"Divine thunder forbids obscene sacrifices and kills without orders. It destroys altars and temples, bringing disaster according to the law. The [Tianshu Sword] has already been used by Shaoyin Dao to contain the methods of deification of the two countries of Li and Liao. Now, there will be another Shelei Sword Immortal who is not part of the plan. I am afraid that his end will be no better than that of Zhou Shi."

"Zhou Shi is about to break through. If he can re-attain the divine thunder, it would be like holding a sword against the heart of the two nations of Li and Liao."

"Come to think of it, Fairy Mei Ye, I've fought with him before, I wonder how it went?"

When Song Shiqing mentioned Mei Ye's name, his voice became much softer, and Mei Fengming below frowned.

"She was seriously injured and could barely hold out for about ten rounds. However, that dragon child was quite formidable. With his cultivation at the middle stage of foundation building, he was able to hold out for such a long time."

"A sword immortal has emerged from the dragon species. Fortunately, he is from Nanming. If it were Donghan, I'm afraid he would become a serious threat in the future."

"Don't we have several of them in my country? Isn't Xu Xuan one of them, and he even practices Shelei?"

Song Shiqing didn't care and just said:

"As for the dragon son, let's see if Tianchi will tolerate him. Calculating the time, the Qilin of Kunlun should also be coming down the mountain. Nanming and this lineage have a grudge, and the two sides are bound to clash. These monsters can't get along, so they won't be able to achieve anything."

The prince stood up and slowly walked out of the military tent, followed by Mei Fengming.

The soldiers standing on both sides saluted, and his eyes gradually became red again. There were only clouds in the sky, and he knew clearly that in the sky, there was a red treasure ship, watching every move of the soldiers below.
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The wind was blowing fiercely, the clouds were drifting, silver-white lightning leaped past, and frost was flowing beside it.

Lu Guan and Xu Xuan stopped at this time, standing above the clouds, high up, quietly looking at the battle line in front of them. Nearly ten thousand Liguo soldiers formed a line and blocked the area outside Jianguan.

The huge scarlet flag in the camp fluttered in the wind, with the word "Lanshan" extremely eye-catching. Swords, axes and other weapons were everywhere, and a bloody and tragic murderous aura rose into the sky.

In the core area, there are more than a hundred foundation-building assistants stationed there, wearing uniform scarlet armor, their auras condensed as one. The leading general is a cultivator at the peak of foundation-building stage, his soul is as condensed as a substance, almost out of his body, and transformed into golden threads connected to everyone.

Above this group of foundation-building figures hung a large vermilion axe with a red bird and fire pattern on it. The axe handle was dark black and the blade was silver-white. The blood evil condensed into nine halos and wrapped around the axe. It was obviously a spiritual weapon of the Purple Mansion level.

"The [Lifu Army], the elite troops under King Lanshan, are said to have slain a Liao Kingdom incense god. Even though that god was separated from the mountains and rivers, and his power was greatly reduced, this record is still extraordinary, and his strength is comparable to that of the Vow of Vows."

Lu Guan spoke in a low voice. His lineage had some friendship with King Lanshan, so he naturally knew his deeds.

"They are indeed elite troops. However, since they already have so many foundation-building troops, why not let them try to break through to the Purple Palace? Even if two or three of them can succeed, they will probably be more powerful than this army formation."

Xu Xuan thought for a moment. A hundred or so foundation-building cultivators were no small number. Even though they were powerful when gathered together, they were only at the level of Vow Power Vajra, which was a far cry from Purple Mansion. Why didn't King Lanshan allow his men to break through?

"Establishing a foundation isn't easy. Aside from that general, the rest of the Lifu Army achieved their accomplishments through secret techniques. Their cultivation methods are unique, and they're naturally flawed, unable to break through. Fighting alone is mediocre, but their strength lies in their ability to connect with their immortal foundations and utilize formations as if they were one." "Otherwise, where else would you find so many people who can establish their foundations? If you really look closely, most of the people below can only reach the Qi training stage in their lifetime, relying on secret techniques to break through. There's no hope of ever reaching the Purple Mansion stage."

Lu Guan shook his head slightly and explained in detail.

"I see. No wonder he, a prince, has so many foundation-building cultivators under his command. It seems they were all rushed through, exchanging their Dao for cultivation. However, this number is also extremely terrifying."

Xu Xuan sighed slightly. Only the Di family or the Immortal Sect could afford to support them. Even the Zifu Immortal Sect might not be able to train such a group of soldiers.

"Now I will recuperate near Jianguan Pass, waiting for that person to draw his sword."

Lu Guan looked towards the north and saw a vast iron-gray air rolling down, obscuring the situation of the Liao army. Occasionally, a few generals riding on black-maned horses came out and fought against the soldiers of the Li Kingdom. There was no major action for the time being.

"But the Lord Yuan that the prince mentioned is related to the Yuejue Sword Vein. I wonder what his origins are?"

Xu Xuan was about to ask about this. After all, Taiping Mountain was known as the Sword Sect and had the aspiration to rectify the sword lineage. He must be very knowledgeable about these things. Lu Guan was about to speak but was interrupted.

"Why don't you two come on board and chat?"

A woman's clear laughter suddenly rang out, and the void opened up. A vast scarlet light shone down, and a gorgeous treasure ship appeared, hanging in the clouds like a fortress, blocking out the light from the sky.

Xu Xuan felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. He looked towards the boat and saw a woman in green standing on the bow of the boat in the shape of a Vermillion Bird. She had a sword on her back, a slender waist and a clean neck, and was looking at him with a smile.

"Gongsun Xi, why is she here? If so, Song Shiyi is here too."

Xu Xuan looked over calmly, without any like or dislike, but saw that the other party was still smiling.

"You two, Senior Yuan is on the boat. Since you want to watch the ceremony, why don't you come and meet him?"

Lu Guan, who was standing by, looked at it with some doubts and said hesitantly:
"Senior Gongsun?"

"Just call me fellow Daoist, and let's go inside and chat."

Gongsun Xi smiled, as if she were a peach or plum blossom in spring. She looked at Xu Xuan and said with a smile:
"Is the Sword Immortal [Bijie] coming?"

Xu Xuan nodded slowly, and rode the wind forward with Lu Guan, landing on the treasure ship. Tiantuo, who had been silent for a long time, let out a strange cry at this time.

"Which dynasty did this old ghost come from? He has returned to the human world." Tiantuo's tone seemed to contain some envy, and suddenly sounded.

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"This is the Sword Immortal of Xihe from Dafeng, a genuine ancient figure, and he's right before your eyes. No wonder you said Gongsun Xi was strange; it turns out he's not a living person."

"But reincarnation?"

Tian Tuo's voice sounded faintly, and continued:
"It doesn't look like it. When the barbarians welcomed the demon and invaded Feng'an, there were records of her death. Now looking at it this way, she looks more like a paper figurine."

"Why?"

Tiantuo said no more, but just asked Xu Xuan not to reveal any flaws, as the other party's methods were secretive and he was afraid that the other party would be able to see through his strengths and weaknesses.

Gongsun Xi led the way. The ship was very wide and the deck was dark black. The three of them moved forward slowly towards a treasure pavilion where mist was rising.

Xu Xuan's expression was normal, neither happy nor sad, as he looked at the woman's back. She was carrying an ancient sword that was entangled in black and white, but it was not the bronze sword box she had worn before.

"[Kanyuan Mountain], the transformation of clarity and turbidity, the transformation of spiritual desire."

Xu Xuan silently recalled the opponent's immortal base. Among the people he had fought so far, the one with the most miraculous immortal base and the most changes was Gongsun Xi. Zhou Shi was not counted. This person did not use the immortal base at all in the beginning. Xu Xuan also did not know the nature of [Heavenly Smile].

"If I were to fight her again now, I wonder if I could defeat her."

Xu Xuan was a little curious. According to Tiantuo, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of an ancient man. Since he left his name with a sword, he wondered if he still had the sword in him.

Lu Guan, who was standing by, had a complicated expression on his face. He spoke in a low voice, with a bit of respect, saying:
"Fellow Daoist Gongsun Qian, I still have a painting left by Feng Chao in Taiping Mountain. It depicts the [Xihe Sword Dance]. I was able to see it when I was young and benefited greatly from it."

"Oh, so it fell into the hands of your Taipingshan? It's quite a coincidence."

Gongsun Xi turned around and smiled, his eyes as usual and his tone lively.

"If you wish to take it back, I at Taiping Mountain can send someone to return it to its original owner."

Lu Guan's eyes lit up, and he looked full of longing, which made Xu Xuan feel puzzled.

"There's no need to send it back. It could be of some use if it stayed in your mountain."

Gongsun Xi chuckled, but his eyes fell on Xu Xuan. He seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't say much. He walked straight forward and led the two of them to a vermilion treasure pavilion.

After entering, Xu Xuan saw a familiar face at a glance. On the left was Song Shiyi, who was wearing a robe mixed with red and yellow. He looked at him with a deep and scrutinizing look.

On the right was a young man in a golden Taoist robe, with golden eyes. He sat with a sword in his arms, his aura deep and profound, like a sun rising from the sea. He looked at Xu Xuan and smiled slightly.

On the main seat, an old man in a pure white Taoist robe was meditating on a cushion with his eyes closed. A black and white sword ball was circling around his body, slowly circulating throughout his body.

Xu Xuan looked at the Yuan Gong in front of him. He saw that he was neither alive nor dead, somewhere in between. The vitality in his body sometimes rose and sometimes disappeared, changing between the two extremes. Suddenly, he felt something in his body, and it was the [Xuan Qi Lei Mu].

"It is indeed this Yuan Gong. The Yue girl came down to earth and became the world's leading swordsman. She taught the way to this monster, and now she has been created by humans."

There was some surprise in Tiantuo's voice as he said in a low voice:
"He must have clues to the [Yue Jue Sword Vein]. This is the ancestral vein of all flying swords in the world. It can cut through time and life and death. With a single thought, it can fly a sword thousands of miles and decapitate."

At this time, the pavilion was silent, and everyone was silent. Looking at the old man who was meditating above, Yuan Gong slowly opened his eyes. The energy of life and death in his body was constant and no longer changed. He waved his hand lightly and took back the black and white sword ball.

"Bijie, Yuhua, Xihe, it's a pity that the remaining few are missing, but there are still the descendants of Taiping Mountain, which can be considered as a supplement. This meeting is worth recording in the history books."

Yuan Gong glanced at them and said with a smile:

"The Yue Jue Sword Book might end up among you guys."

Xu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yuan Gong and Gongsun Xi silently. There was a faint ink tone around both of them, spreading out dottedly.

(End of this chapter)