Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 237 Dispute
Du Wang.

There are crowds of people, carriages and horses like dragons, and monks coming and going, riding all kinds of rare and exotic beasts. This city is located in the center of Dajingyuan and covers an area of dozens of miles. In recent years, many independent cultivators have gathered around the city, forming several towns, and it is a prosperous scene.

Above the city, there is a pagoda hanging, and the aura of Xuanhuang is emitting. It is the Chen family's [Xuanhuang Zunming Pagoda]. This pagoda is a tool of Wu Earth, and is specially used for suppression. Since the last time thieves broke into the city, the Chen family sent this pagoda here.

There are now two foundation-building masters in Duwang City, so no one is causing trouble. In addition to Jiang Chi, the Chen family's branch outside has also produced a foundation-building master, and now there is a tendency to integrate the branches.

In the city's restaurant, [Fanglu], a tall and thin man sat in the corner of the lobby, drinking silently. Most of the people who came here were cultivators who practiced fetal breathing and Qi training. The restaurant sold a few kinds of crude spiritual wine, which those who were in the foundation-building stage naturally looked down upon. Most of the people who came here were small cultivators who came to support the restaurant.

Wei Yan's face had changed at this time. He stayed in Duwang City for a long time just to avoid the search of the Wu family and Kongjianmen. If you ask which place on the plain is the safest, it must be Duwang City.

The main branch of the Chen family has closed the mountain, but its power remains. Apart from the old man, there are still many hidden Purple Mansion methods. Naturally, no one dares to come here to cause trouble.

He silently felt the immortal foundation in his body, and gained many opportunities after traveling outside. In the past, he practiced the "Subduing Evil Body Art" to form the third-grade immortal foundation of [Ancient Evil Crossing], but now he has cultivated it into the fourth-grade [Ten Thousand Evil Body].

Sha Qi is a very powerful Taoist school of fighting, and it can restrain Fa Guang. Just this one thing gives him countless advantages. It's a pity that he cultivates the immortal foundation that blesses the Dharma body, rather than the [Mo Guang Yuan], otherwise it would be even more magical.

"Brother Qi Wen, where have you gone?"

Wei Yan did not have much obsession with taking charge of the Kongjian Sect. All he wanted was to kill off the Liang and Yuan families and avenge his master.

He had heard some news during these days. Qi Wen was led by Protector Xiang to Shu and had completely left the Kongjian Sect.

This can barely be considered good news. If Liang Xilan still holds his senior brother's life in his hands, the situation will be extremely unfavorable to him. Now he can fight with all his might to avenge his master.

This evil and hatred was buried deep in his heart. After he achieved the foundation, he could no longer bear it and returned to the original place. He thought that he could fight with Liang Xilan with the help of sword energy and [Drinking Blood], but he didn't expect Wu Heyong to appear again.

The news of the fight between Master Xu and the Wu family that day had spread, and many of the wandering cultivators here were discussing it in groups of three or five. When the voices reached his ears, they were a bit disturbing.

"That person from the Wu family cultivates Yuandu. That armor is extremely powerful. I watched from afar and felt that his aura was approaching the limit of foundation building. His cultivation level is probably above that of the [Disaster Sword]."

"I think Master Xu is more powerful. I heard that he practices She Lei. Have you guys heard of it? That's the Taoist tradition of the Thunder Palace."

"What's with She Lei? Sword Intent is truly powerful. Dali was once only known as the [Tianshu Sword], and now Chiyun is famous for the [Bijie Sword]. I can be considered to have benefited from this. I can go out and say that I'm from the Sword Immortal's hometown."

"What Tianshu? Do you think he admits that he is from Dali? Master Xu was born and raised in Dali. Isn't he more powerful than that Tianshu?"

"You are a young man with no experience. I came here as a refugee from the frontier. I saw that Zhou Jianxian unleash his sword. It was truly astonishing. He rode a donkey and blocked the Liao army, yet no one dared to step forward to stop him."

The person who spoke at this time was an old cultivator in a grey robe, who was at the third level of Qi Refining. He was glaring at a young man in white. These two were the ones arguing the most fiercely at the scene, and the topic had shifted from Xu Xuan and Wu Heyong to Zhou Shi.

The young man in white was unwilling to be outdone. He had already reached the first level of Qi Refining and was a local cultivator from Chiyun. He knew many people and was naturally not afraid of the stage. He said loudly:

"You old thing, you've lived all these years in vain. Let me tell you, even if the Li Fu Army from the border came right now, our Xu Jianxian wouldn't even blink an eye. Who knows, the border troops might even treat him as a guest of honor."

"Hey, you Chiyun people are so arrogant. Let me tell you, I was born in the six prefectures of the border. If you don't believe me, ask those of you who have escaped from the north. Who among you hasn't heard of the name of the [Tianshu Sword]? Back then, the offspring of the Golden Evil Hound was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and even had spiritual talismans protecting him, but he was still killed by a single sword."

As soon as the grey-robed old cultivator said this, many voices echoed him from the surroundings. They were all independent cultivators who had fled from the north. They had many conflicts with the local cultivators and saw an opportunity today to come to their aid.

"Look, that Wu family disciple, can he compare to the Golden Demon Hound? Look at how hard the Jiejie Sword Immortal is fighting, he's definitely not as powerful as the Tianshu Sword Immortal."

The young man in white was tongue-tied for the moment. The Golden Evil Hound was a famous noble breed, with the Purple Mansion Demon King in charge of the clan. It was indeed not comparable to the Wu family.

"That doesn't count. The Jiebi Sword Immortal has only been building his foundation for a few years. How long has that Zhou Sword Immortal you mentioned been practicing? How can they be compared?"

"Oh, it's not what you want to fight about. Why don't you invite the two of them over and have a fight to see who has better skills?"

The two men refused to give in to each other and became somewhat angry. The old monk slammed the table and said coldly:
"Boy, come with me out of the city and discuss Taoism. Let's see who has better skills, you, the independent cultivator from Chiyun, or us from the north."

"Damn it, old man, do you still have any shame? You've lived for so long in vain, and you're still only at the third level of Qi Refining. Xu Jianxian is less than a hundred years old now, younger than you, so I'm letting you bully the weak. Go find this guy and fight him."

The young man in white naturally refused to accept the challenge. He had good qualifications, but compared to this old cultivator, he was still too immature.

Seeing the other cultivator shrink back, the gray-robed old cultivator was smug. He spoke more and more arrogantly, quite disrespectfully, and with a hint of sarcasm: "Hey, he has a sword immortal master, why don't you say anything? If we really want to compare, it's hard enough for us to cultivate Qi as casual cultivators, how can we compare with such a well-supported and orderly inheritance? Zhou Jianxian fought his way out as a casual cultivator, who did he rely on?"

The hall suddenly became quiet. The two were still arguing. Seeing the strange atmosphere, they stopped at the same time. A group of people came in from outside the hall. They were all wearing dark Taoist robes. There were three of them in total. One was in the first stage of Qi Refining, and two were in the late stage of Fetal Breathing.

The leader was a very tall man with leopard eyes and a chin like a swallow. His body was like an iron tower and his muscles were twisted like a dragon. He carried a large spear with golden Teng Snake patterns on his back. The spear head emitted golden lightning. It was obviously a top-grade magical weapon for Qi training.

The two people beside him were wearing green Taoist robes, and their eyes were a little gloomy as they looked around.

All the cultivators first looked at the Teng Snake Golden Pattern Spear. This was a top-grade Qi Refining weapon. Most of the cultivators present could not even reach the sixth level, and the most expensive weapon they had touched in their lives was a low-grade Qi Refining weapon.

Then the dark black Taoist robe brought even greater shock to everyone. It was something that only the disciples of Dachi could wear. They had just been discussing and talking about the Sword Immortal of Disaster, and many of their words were disrespectful. I wonder how long this person had been listening here.

Wei Yan looked at the person who came at this time. He concealed his aura and looked like an ordinary cultivator of the first stage of Qi Refining. However, since he was Da Chi's disciple, he couldn't help but be concerned.

Qi Zhengyi glanced around. This was his last trip to gather Qi for the hall. Next he would go to Shouqingying and pass by Duwangcheng. He originally wanted to go to Meizhai with his two junior brothers. They had occasionally heard Senior Brother Xingfang talk about it, saying that the place was comparable to a paradise on earth.

Then the three of them went there happily, looked at the price, and immediately retreated, feeling worried all the way.

"Senior Brother Xingfang goes to this place every month. He is indeed from a noble family and has incredible financial resources. Damn, in this place, it costs a lot of spirit stones to find a woman to accompany him for drinking."

He was wandering around the city with his two fellow apprentices, intending to have a farewell drink, so he came to the Fanglu Restaurant. However, as soon as he arrived, he heard the wandering cultivators here discussing the affairs of their sect.

The battle between the master of Dachi Temple and the people of the Wu family has spread. At that time, thunder was surging in the night sky, sword light was gushing out, and the fight with the devil-like insect armor was almost the highest level of battle that the local cultivators had ever seen. Many people even thought that it was the battle in Zifu.

When Xu Xuan really took action, his fame naturally skyrocketed. This place was close to the border, so naturally people compared him with Zhou Shi. The cultivators in the north supported Tianshu, and Chi Yun supported Bijie. There were many idle people who chatted nonsense in the restaurant every day.

Qi Zhengyi didn't want to pay attention to these things, but when he heard the words of the gray-robed old cultivator, which seemed to be slightly belittling the sect leader, his expression turned cold.

He looked at the gray-robed old cultivator, and invisible pressure was transmitted to him. The old cultivator was a little timid when he saw the people from other sect coming, but his fellow cultivators from the six prefectures were all watching him, so he didn't want to show his fear, so he held on, saying nothing, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip out.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking back what he said, Qi Zhengyi's originally angry expression gradually relaxed and he showed a little smile.

He asked his two fellow apprentices beside him to find a place to sit down, and he strode towards the old cultivator in the gray robe. Each step he took was very powerful and touched the hearts of the other cultivators.

"At the first level of Qi Refining, you're so arrogant because of the support of your sect. I hate you."

For some reason, the gray-robed old cultivator felt a surge of frustration from fleeing from home, sadness from a hopeless journey, and anger from being humiliated. He froze in his seat, watching the other person coming over with cold eyes.

"First level of Qi Refining, let's see what you have."

He heard that this sect was quite righteous and would not bully the weak. He felt relieved and said:

"My fellow Taoist, I am the Taoist [Nagano], what can I do for you?"

Qi Zhengyi smiled, revealing his sharp white teeth, with golden lightning flashing in his pupils, and cursed with a smile:

"Old man, since you are not convinced and want to fight, I will accompany you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his large hand like a palm-leaf fan and pinched the old cultivator's shoulder. Before the other party could even use the protective magic light, Qi Zhengyi picked him up like a chicken and then let him go.

Nagano Daoist only felt his bones loosen a little, but the hatred and anger in his heart became more intense. He barely maintained his sanity and said:
"You have a top-grade magical weapon given by the sect. Whoever dares to fight with you and injures you will be held accountable to me."

Qi Zhengyi was annoyed by what he said and shouted angrily with a cold look in his eyes.

"I won't use this gun, and no one will hold you responsible. Old man, if you still have two balls down there, get out of here."

There were bursts of cheering sounds all around, with the young man in white robe shouting the loudest. Wei Yan watched silently and drank the spirit wine in the cup.

(End of this chapter)