Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 254 A prairie fire
Too weak.

The golden wind gathered, lifting up the entire mansion like a thick cloud. The stars in the sky slowly turned. The young man in golden clothes stood with a sword in his arms, standing on the star map. A bright golden thread fluttered in the wind, hung down in the mansion, connecting the two of them.

The [Golden Scale] in Wanjin's hand has revived. This item is a Gengjin spiritual treasure, an old weapon of Taizhen. It contains a sword intent, and it also subtly represents the intention of that True Lord. Many True Lords have been hiding in the Taixu around Yaokong Mansion. Seeing this spiritual treasure, they all want to get a piece of it.

However, the matter was led by Taizhen Immortal Sect after all, and the other cultivators did not dare to offend. Even though Wan Jin was only in the early stage of Purple Mansion, no one dared to offend him for the sake of that magic sword. Most of them just wanted to get some advantage.

The dark red Yin Fire blew up at this time, tentatively occupying the ground. The fire kept rolling, and no matter what it encountered, it would ignite along with it, burning until the surrounding starlight dimmed.

"[Burning the Fields], the sparks never cease, the will for the prosperity of humanity has been honed into this smoldering symbol of the Tao. Ling Jing, it seems your cultivation is lacking."

Wan Jin's voice was cold, his face was frosty, and the [Golden Scale] sword energy was radiating out, and it was obvious that he was not on good terms with the newcomer.

"Why are you doing this, my friend Wanjin? I just stopped by to take a look. I have no intention of coveting the spiritual weapon."

The dark red Yin fire dissipated, and a Taoist in a crimson robe appeared. There was a yin energy condensed between his brows, and he held a pure white whisk at an angle. When he waved it, ashes fell and covered his body.

He had an excellent aura, like the midday sun, a Taoist master, but his eyes were too sinister, which spoiled his entire appearance. As a real person walking outside Fuchen, with the cultivation level of the middle stage of Purple Mansion, he naturally would not be afraid of a younger generation like Wanjin.

Ling Jing's eyes turned, and his supernatural powers were activated. The dark red Yin Fire flowed like water waves, with a hidden warning, but it was not directed at Wan Jin, but to the several Zifu who were lurking in Taixu.

Yin Fire spread, and in the distance, a five-colored poisonous light appeared. A deep voice sounded, carrying a bit of anger:

"An Changyan, you even touched me. How can the Fuchen Sect act like this?"

Ling Jing looked at Taixu not far away with a dim gaze, and replied calmly:

"I'm not targeting the Great Wizard. I want to discuss some personal matters with my friend Wan Jin. It would be best if you leave."

He said this with some magical power, and his attitude instantly became tough, which made Wan Jin, who was standing beside him, look at him sideways.

The five-colored poisonous light in the distance continued to rush forward, poisonous fire, corrupt water, and red frost all appeared together, the shell as big as a mountain, and the limbs shining with the brilliance of gold and iron were waving in the pale green clouds. Ling Jing frowned slightly, and his expression became colder and colder.

"The Great Wizard should leave first and make room for us."

The dark red Yin Fire spread out, and a burning hot air rose up. Wan Jin's magical powers were affected, the outer edge of the golden wind was melted, the stars in the sky disappeared, and were replaced by dark red flames like candles, hanging all over the sky.

The five-colored poisonous light in the distance suddenly dimmed, and the shrill sound of insects rang out, then disappeared in an instant.

"When did he do that? He used his magical power to freeze the vast void without making any sound, and even the Golden Scales didn't sense it!"

Wan Jin was a little startled. Ling Jing Zhenren had a bad reputation outside. He had once wronged Wan Jin's elders. Therefore, when Wan Jin saw this man, he couldn't help but speak with some anger.

Now seeing Ling Jing's attack, he was much more skillful than he had imagined. He silently made Wan Jin's previous words seem ridiculous. It wasn't that his cultivation was not high, but he probably cultivated [Burning the Fields] into this state on purpose.

"Ding Fire" is a smoldering flame, and it is also divided into several sources. The one directly related to fire is the most sinister and vicious. Unlike the "Bing Fire", this line of Ding Fire specializes in burning things to ashes. The "Er Feng Fire" is the most sinister and vicious, and its notoriety is only second to the She Lei.

The two that became famous later were Starfire and Soul Flame. The former came from the Dou Department. Because it did not belong to the Sun or the Moon and had a very neutral nature, it was often used for alchemy. As for Soul Flame, it was used for punishment in the underworld and was also extremely poisonous.

The Fuchen Sect does not cultivate sparks, but instead focuses on the path of burning the body and refining the soul. The immortals who have walked the path throughout the generations are all known for their ruthless methods, and Ling Jing is the culmination of this.

Seeing the other party getting angry, Wan Jin's attitude inevitably changed slightly. Although he was still cold, he was not as confrontational as before.

"My dear Wan Jin, can we talk now?"

Ling Jing turned around at this time, lightly swept the whisk, and fixed the void on all sides. He looked over with a deep gaze.

Wan Jin's expression remained calm, but his hands were tightly gripping the [Golden Scale]. If he hadn't been busy today, he would have used his sword to ruthlessly kill this man.

"My friend? You are in the middle stage of Purple Mansion, why are you pretending?"

"I have a friendship with your master in the past. When I met you back then, you were still in the Foundation Establishment stage. Now you have reached the Purple Palace stage and are taking over the affairs of the Sky Sword in place of Yue Lingxu. It is truly moving."

"Friendship?" Wan Jin's face showed a hint of sarcasm, and he said softly, "My master has just recently completed the last of his magical powers. If Master Ling Jing is willing, why not go and pay him a visit?"

The golden wind was blowing, and Wan Jin's mind was active. He cursed secretly:
"If this old thief really comes to our sect, I will ask Master to put a good dent in his prestige."

Ling Jing naturally heard the hidden meaning in Wan Jin's words. His previous words were just to use his seniority to suppress this junior. Friendship? If he met Mei Jianzhen's master, he would not be chased to the depths of Taixu, even if the great master [Zhi Ge] had a good temper.

He glanced at the cave below and saw several people there. His gaze stayed on Xu Xuan for a moment, and he looked at the golden thread tied to his body with amusement.

"I've been to Taiping Mountain and happened to meet the descendant of the Dachi Temple below. He was in the process of determining his sword veins." Ling Jing looked at Wan Jin with a deep gaze and a meaningful smile. "My friend, why don't you guess which one it is?" Wan Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the [Golden Scale] sword energy in his hand became more and more intense. There was a faint sign of the hook snake form appearing. He stopped the movement of the spirit sword, pretended to be surprised, and said in an exaggerated voice:
"Is this really true? Could it be that [Feng Xuan], the real person Ling Jing, is here to kill him today?" Wan Jin shook his head slightly and said, "Then we can wait. It won't be too late until he finishes his work for me."

After saying this, Wan Jin looked at Ling Jing with a sarcastic look in his eyes, but Ling Jing remained calm and just smiled:

"Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. If it weren't for the past incident with Fengxuan Palace, our sect wouldn't have bothered with the foundation-building phase. It was only after the survey that we made our final decision."

Ling Jing lowered his voice a little, and dark red Yin Fire rose around him, covering the two of them like a curtain, preventing outsiders from seeing. His expression became more serious, but his voice was still as quiet.

"It's called [Bijie], and it inherits the [Jie Fa] of the Thunder Palace. It governs the way of punishment and killing. It pays homage to the [Shangyu] of the North Sea, and it hides the secrets of the Zhenshe."

"Back then, I went to Mount Yan to spread that technique, hoping to see if anyone could naturally cultivate [Si Tian Jie]. After all these years, I've been going around in circles with no results. I thought [Jie Xin Chi] would only support [Jiang Lei Ze] now, but I didn't expect this person to appear."

Wan Jin raised his eyes, not understanding what the other party meant. Fu Chen and Lei Gong had no disputes, so why talk about this? He just replied calmly:

"My Taizhen Sect also has disciples who practice the 'Zhenyao Questioning Spirit Method' to seek the path of Shelei. Several elders have discussed the mysteries and mentioned that if this immortal foundation is held within the Qi Sea and lifted upwards, it can transform into the Shelei Heavenly Pond, and if it falls downwards, it will become the Zhenlei Lake."

"Since there is such a theory, I think he must have some talent in refining it."

The gloomy aura between Ling Jing's eyebrows became more and more intense. He looked at Wan Jin and said quietly:

"Isn't Chiyun the place that your Taizhen and the Song family keep the closest watch on? I just want to ask you one question: were there any signs of abnormality when this person, Xu Xuan, was born? Especially his soul, is its origin correct?"

Wan Jin just found it funny, shook his head slowly, and sneered:
"I have nothing to do? I'm just staring at a few mortals. Now I can't control the mountains and rivers, so how can I pay attention to this matter? It's right below. Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"[Zhu Yin Zhao] This magical power can distinguish the three souls and seven spirits, why are you asking me?"

Ling Jing sighed lightly, waved the whisk in his hand, and said:

"It's different. Now I see, it's useless."

He slowly withdrew his magical power, and the dark red Yin Fire in the sky now returned to his crimson robe. The immortal counted with his fingers and said quietly:

"I have to go visit friends at Dingji Mountain, so I won't bother you any more."

After he finished speaking, Ling Jing's body instantly turned into a handful of ashes and disappeared.

The golden wind was rolling, and Wan Jin's face was gloomy at this time. The [Golden Scales] in his hand sensed the anger in the heart of the sword master, and the sword kept ringing and golden light burst out.

"You chose this time to ask me."

He lowered his voice, and the golden wind around him rushed more and more urgently. Ling Jing came here not to ask questions, but to disgust him.

At the beginning, he was still in the foundation-building stage, and his master had a good relationship with this person. He even had to treat him with respect as a junior. But now, since An Xianhui, Ling Jing's only biological son, spoke out, the reputation of this real person has been completely ruined.

"Ling Jing, Ling Ming, and Ling Ji, none of them are good people."

Wan Jin cursed softly, he didn't care whether Ling Jing Zhenren could hear him or not. If they really wanted to fall out, the worst that could happen was to ask his master to come out. His own master's Taoist name was [Zhi Ge], which was a reputation he had earned through hard work. He used martial arts to stop the war.

He breathed a sigh of relief and forgot about the man before. He looked down at the mansion below again and saw that Xu Xuan's position was getting closer to the core, and there was a faint fluctuation coming from [Tiancheng Gui].

The five-colored poisonous light in the distance became stronger again. Zhedu saw that Lingjing Zhenren left, and he approached again.

Wan Jin's face was gloomy, as if water was about to drip. Did the other party not take him seriously? Speaking of which, if any other real person in the sect was here with the [Golden Scale], no one would dare to come up.

"They all took advantage of my shallow Dao power. I've only been in the Purple Palace for a short time and haven't accumulated much."

Even the clay man has some fire in his nature. He slowly raised his hand and summoned the [Golden Scales]. The golden light shone and he slashed from a distance.

Sword energy exploded and shot out in the void, like thousands of troops charging, golden energy surged, cutting off the stars in the sky above the mansion, and rushing straight into the five-colored poisonous light, forcing the opponent to retreat.

“Wanjin, you!”

"Oh, you called me?"

Wan Jin's expression eased slightly, and he turned the tip of his golden scale sword towards Zhe Du, saying softly:

"[Tianchen Gui], are you worthy enough to take it?"

(End of this chapter)