Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 241: Surrender
A vast plain with thriving forests.

The tall trees are densely covered with green branches, and the sunlight is clear and beautiful. From Dongmi to the south, if you look at Dengchen, you will reach Zhuolin, where the Wu family lives. It covers an area of dozens of miles. There are cultivators coming and going in it, and the light of the formation is surging.

In the forest, a man in black with a gloomy expression was walking slowly. His aura revealed that he was already in the early stage of foundation building. Beside him followed a handsome young man in a green robe with gold patterns.

"The clan has been heavily guarded lately. According to what the elders said, there's a possibility of war brewing."

Wu Hezhi suddenly stopped and stood in the shade of the trees. His voice was suppressed and barely audible. He glanced around vigilantly and saw no trace of poisonous insects before turning to look at the young man beside him.

"Qinghe, you have to be valued by the old man. Can he tell you what the Heyong clan leader wants to do now?"

When Wu Qinghe heard this, a hint of indifference appeared in his eyes. He shook his head slightly and said:

"Uncle, the old man has been locked up in the hall lately. How can we meet?"

"As for the clan leader's plan, it's not something I can guess. Uncle, why don't you go and ask him in person?"

As soon as he said this, Wu Hezhi's face became even gloomier. He wanted to explode, but when he looked at Wu Qinghe's green robe with gold patterns, he gave up. However, a black spell was flowing on his face.

"Everyone relies on their own talents, ah, sooner or later one day."

Wu Hezhi's complexion quickly returned to normal. There were only three outstanding members of the Wu family's He generation. Wu Heyong came back to life and his temperament changed drastically. He killed Wu Hecun and now promoted him again.

He still remembers that day when he broke through the foundation with the help of blood parasites, but when he came out of seclusion, no one greeted him.

When Wu Hezhi went to the clan hall with some anger and wanted to question the old man, he saw that all the men and women in the clan were kneeling outside, with terrified expressions, and they couldn't say a word.

When I entered the hall, I saw the Shanchan clan leader standing aside. The main seat was dark. A pair of phoenix eyes slowly opened and looked over.

"More than that, you have grown up."

Just this one sentence stripped away all his courage and unwillingness. He was only one step away from power, but was knocked down. The feeling could only accumulate in his heart.

As for the young man next to him, Wu Hecun was filled with hatred and jealousy. He had practiced hard until now, but still had not been recognized by the elders of the clan, while the person in front of him had all these things since birth.

Wu Qinghe had an indifferent expression on his face, as if he didn't notice the gazes of the people around him. He just looked at the forest silently. The trees were lush and green, but there were also many dead branches hidden underneath, and the veins of the leaves were gone.

"Qinghe, you are practicing my family's orthodox method. I wonder when you will be able to break through to the foundation-building stage?"

Wu Hezhi's expression relaxed slightly, and his tone seemed to carry some concern of an elder as he looked at the young man beside him.

"I'm afraid it will take more than ten years. After all, Guangmu is not a prosperous Taoist sect. Since the [Leaving Fen Yin Gen], many physical properties and images in the Taoist sect have been changing. Our clan has a lot of Taoist treasures, but..."

When Wu Qinghe heard the other party mention this matter, he sighed slightly, and a hint of sadness appeared on his handsome face.

"Guangmu is a tree where animals live and nest. It was once a first-class Taoist lineage for taming beasts and monsters. Now that the Taoist lineage has shifted, the Song family has been incorporated into the imperial palace, and many of our clan's secret techniques cannot be used."

Wu Hezhi, who was standing aside, heard the thoughts surging in his mind and his eyes were dim. He had poor talent at first and was not recognized by many elders. Even when he was refining Qi, he only practiced the Jiamu method and could not find the true method of the sect.

Later, he practiced hard and finally caught up with his peers, but was suppressed by Wu Heyong and had no chance to stand out. Now Wu Qinghe has come, and there is no place for him in the Wu family in the future.

"Qinghe is indeed very knowledgeable. No wonder he is so highly regarded by the old man."

Wu Hezhi's voice was suppressed, but it sounded like thunder to the ears of the young man beside him.

"This person is very jealous, so I don't want to say too much about this, lest he feel unfair."

Wu Qinghe said no more. He came out to check the formation. The whole forest was a large formation. The scale of this formation was extremely rare in foundation building. It was called the [Golden Flow Formation with Strong Branches] and was based on the spiritual wood of the place.

"The spiritual wood here is intact, so there's no need to repair anything."

Wu Qingshan felt the atmosphere was gloomy and wanted to change the subject, but he saw Wu Hezhi beside him suddenly stop and stare blankly at the northern sky.

He was a little confused, and then he looked towards the north, and saw a green boat hanging quietly, which was clearly the big red "untied boat".

A chill ran from his toes to the top of his head. He said anxiously:

"The attack is coming"

At this moment, the little gap between the two of them disappeared in the face of this crisis. They rose up together and rushed towards the core area of the tribe.

Above the clouds in the north, a man walked out slowly from a green boat, carrying two magic swords on his back, one of which was pale grey and the other was sparkling white. He was wearing a dark black Taoist robe with auspicious images of fire clouds and red sparrows, and a red fruit Taoist pattern of offering immortality, and he stood motionless in the wind.

"The [Sword of Disaster Repellence] is here, please call the clan leader."

"Set up the formation, set up the formation!"

There were bursts of cheers coming from below, and Wu Qinghe was a little dazed. Although he had expected that there would be a battle between his clan and Qingwei's sect, he did not expect it to come so soon.

"What should we do now that the patriarch is not here?"

Wu Qinghe was worried. The patriarch had not shown up until now. The Wu family was in chaos and even the old man had not shown up.

A man in black flew up on the wind and looked at the Wu family members below. He looked excited and said loudly:
"The clan leader is not here, and the elders are not coming out either. Now everyone listens to me."

He had only said half of his words when a faint breeze swirled at the back of his head, and the ghostly aura of the underworld gushed out. A thin black sword appeared, and the tip of the sword emitted a black light, carrying an extremely sharp sword energy.

The magic sword instantly pierced into the back of Wu Hezhi's head, and the sword energy raged down, shattering his sea of consciousness.

"you"

Wu Hezhi tried his best to turn around, but he only saw a faint wind slowly dissipating, and there was no trace of anyone.

His Dharma body shattered into pieces, and the Netherworld aura ran through his meridians and acupoints, finally pouring into his Qi sea, crushing a blood-colored ant into pieces.

Wu Hezhi's body fell to the ground and turned into a pool of dirty blood. Bits of green light emerged, and the spiritual tree below grew more lush.
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There is no boat tied to the clouds.

The green wooden boat was emitting bright light. Xu Xuan stood in front of the boat and looked down. He saw a mess. Even the formation had just been activated and was full of mistakes and omissions.

A faint breeze blew, and Kong Kong Er appeared in it, with a hint of wanting to take credit, and said with a smile:

"How is it? Master, am I efficient in my work?"

Xu Xuan was a little surprised when he heard this. He had tried his best to find Kong Kong'er's trace before, but still found nothing. He didn't know how he escaped into the formation and killed Wu Hezhi.

"This is the ancient method used by the Yin General to travel through the underworld and capture the souls of the world. It is quite clever. If you practice some spells to sense the souls of the dead, you may be able to prevent it."

Tiantuo's voice sounded, as if he understood the surprise in Xu Xuan's heart.

"Wen You is indeed the Taoist of the underworld, extremely difficult to understand."

Xu Xuan turned to look at Kong Kong'er and told him to keep watching this place to prevent Wu Heyong from taking action.

The boat was carrying disciples from the Shouqing Camp, about half a hundred of them were Qi-refining cultivators, all of them were well-equipped and had been fighting against the barbarians of Wuhuang for more than ten years. They were all skilled in fighting.

The Wu family is weak. Apart from Wu Heyong, there is only one cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, Wu Hezhi, who has been assassinated by Kong Konger.

As long as Xu Xuan could hold Wu Heyong back, taking down the Wu family would be a piece of cake. He let the Qi in the boat dissipate, then waited outside the formation, ready to strike at any moment. Xu Xuan advanced alone, riding the thunder above the forest. In his hand, he slowly lifted a silver-white pool of lightning. The radiance of the Golden Sun and the afterglow of the Great Cold gathered at the bottom, embracing and rotating.

Six bolts of lightning swam slowly in the pool like dragons. Xu Xuan exhaled lightly and activated the [Jade Blood Heart]. A stream of dragon energy mixed with the light of thunder surged in his body, and his [Zelong Body] was unleashed, entering the later stage.

He held up the Thunder Pool and silently looked at the formation below. Compared with Ci Hai's formation in the past, the Wu family was still far behind.

Dan Ting and Heng Guang jumped out together and moved along the thunder pool. They used the flying sword technique they learned from [The Sword Explanation of Life and Death] just right. The two magic swords were as easy to control as their arms, spinning faster and faster, gathering all the thunder in the pool into the sword bodies.

Two black and white sword wheels emerged, and talismans formed by the gathering of lightning fell, and the aura of punishment spread. The [Shelei Minghuo Talisman Sword] was activated at this time, and its power increased again.

Two magic swords surrounded the thunder pool and rushed towards the magic circle below that was emitting gray light. The lightning poured down, and the magic circle below began to tremble like water waves.

White lightning and black fire exploded on the formation. Xu Xuan looked at the blue boatman and shouted softly:

"Guardian Liang."

Then a scarred man appeared, holding a bone tower in his hand and roaring like a white-maned lion. Zhihuo was good at breaking formations and urging the camp to move forward. Liang Yong had even broken through to the middle stage not long ago, and with the help of the Nine Fire Pagoda, the power was even more terrifying.

He appeared riding on black fire, and transformed himself into a red-haired ghost-faced man with dark blue skin. He was as tall as two people, with a fire snake wrapped around his waist. At this time, he followed Xu Xuan's sword wheel and used all his strength to activate the pagoda in his hand.

The black-gray and light-blue fires intertwined and transformed into a vast river of fire, pouring in along the cracks created by the two magic swords. It was almost overwhelming, and the originally tight formation was immediately broken.

"Enter the forest and kill the enemy."

Xu Xuan gave the order in a deep voice, and he rode the wind in first, followed by the disciples of the Guarding Green Camp.

"If Wu Heyong doesn't take action, the Wu family will be completely destroyed."

His heart sank. The Wu family didn't even have a foundation to build, and their formation had been broken. How could they withstand the attack from the sect?

Yufeng entered the formation, but saw that all the Wu family members below were trembling and kneeling on the ground, without even a single resistance, which made Xu Xuan frown.

"This is."

Before he understood the situation, he saw an old man rising from the sacred mountain on the wind, followed by a man in a green robe. They all knelt down and called out from afar:

"The Wu family is willing to surrender, but I hope you will stop."

Xu Xuan naturally recognized this old man. It was Wu Shanchan, the head of the Wu family.

After a quick look around, there was no sign of Wu Heyong. There was not even a foundation-building expert below. It seemed that the Wu family was really about to perish.

Xu Xuan looked down and said coldly:
"Where is Wu Heyong?"

Wu Shanchan's voice trembled a little, and he lowered his eyebrows and said slowly:

"He abandoned his tribe and left, and now his whereabouts are unknown."

"Sir, our people were all forced by him, and we have no intention of opposing your Excellency."

Xu Xuan listened silently and found it funny. The Wu family had been weak until now. If it weren't for Wu Heyong's secret protection, they would have perished long ago. How could they get rid of it cleanly now?

"What exactly is Wu Heyong planning? If you tell me clearly, I can spare the lives of your people."

Xu Xuan looked down and saw that Shouqingying had acted quickly and had placed restrictions on many members of the Wu family to prevent them from resisting. A total of nearly three hundred people in the Wu family were now under control.

"This is too useless."

Xu Xuan sighed in his heart. After all, they were a noble family in Yuanshang, with noble blood. There were people who had built the foundation for each generation. But after a demon disaster and the death of Wu Heyong, they ended up in the situation they are in today.

The cries of men, women, young and old came from below. Wu Shanchan wanted to say something, but he felt as if a lump of lead was hanging on his mouth. He could not open his mouth and could only whimper a few times.

“I don’t know him.”

At this moment, the man in green robe beside the old man looked serious and raised his head and said:
"Wu Heyong has connections with the Kongjian Sect. I met him once and heard him talking to someone. He said he wanted to take something from the Kongjian Sect."

Wu Qinghe gritted his teeth and spoke at this time, which surprised Wu Shanchan who was standing beside him.

"Qinghe, where did you hear about this?"

"He values me and allowed me to sit in on the class. Also, he seems to be following a great witch named Zhe Du, and he has a disagreement with the main lineage of Tiandu Mountain."

Wu Qinghe's voice was suppressed, and Xu Xuan listened silently, feeling that this man did not seem to be talking nonsense.

[Zhe Du], where did this person appear in Tiandu Mountain?

Xu Xuan was puzzled, but he saw Wu Shanchan beside him suddenly raised his head. His cloudy eyes gradually brightened up, and his old face exuded a dead wood luster.

Several poisonous insects crawled out from under his skin. The old man trembled all over, slowly stood up and stood straight. The other members of the Wu family present also did the same thing as him, and poisonous insects crawled out of their bodies.

The only exception was Wu Qinghe, who was still kneeling on the ground, his pupils wide open, looking at the scene in front of him, almost speechless.

"Qinghe, you know a lot."

All the men, women, young and old from the Wu family present looked at it together and opened their mouths at the same time, as if they were one person.

"Wu Heyong, is this how you treat your people?"

Xu Xuan's expression gradually turned colder, and the Wu family members all spoke again, laughing:

"My clansmen, as long as I am in the Wu family, I will be there. If I die, the Wu family will die too. As for blood relatives, haha."

"Xu Xuan, do you know what the Yuandu cultivators are most famous for? They're good at raising offspring. If I wanted to, it wouldn't be that difficult to create another Wu family."

Wu Qinghe, who was below, heard this with a twisted expression, gritted his teeth, and said angrily:

"Wu Heyong, our clan tried their best to train you, but you chose to degenerate, abandoning your human body and fleeing to Wushan. Over the past few decades, our clan has declined, all because of you!"

He finally dared to speak out what was in his mind, and felt the depression slowly dissipate.

"Qinghe, you have good talent, but you are a fool, that's why you are kneeling on the ground today and letting others slaughter you."

Everyone in the Wu family spoke at the same time, and the scene was a little creepy.

"As for Master Xu, I'm afraid you came at an inopportune time. My clan doesn't have anything left for you. If you want to find me, why don't you come to Dengchen Mountain?"

After he finished speaking, everyone in the Wu family present laughed, and his Dharma body rose and floated into the air. Wu Qingshan looked up at the sky with trembling hands. There were his parents, peers, etc., all looking at him with smiles on their faces.

[Golden Flow Formation with Strong Branches] actually started to operate spontaneously at this moment. The bodies of men, women, old and young in the sky shattered and merged into the gray light. The power of this formation continued to grow, and it was covered with a layer of blood.

"boom."

With a loud bang, the gray light of Dharma gathered and burst out, taking the sacred mountain where the Wu family was located as its base, flattening the thriving forest. Only dead branches and fallen leaves remained here, without a trace of green.

(End of this chapter)