Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 266 Pressure
In the palace.

The ochre-yellow Wu Ji mysterious light covered the blue bricks, and the thick earth energy diffused and rose. The small flag was hanging in the air at this time, trembling constantly, and the golden lotus pattern on it gradually dimmed.

'Purple Palace Spiritual Weapon.'

Xu Xuan looked at the apricot yellow flag silently. There was also a spiritual object of earth virtue in the South China Sea, the [Heng Yue Seal] of Gen Earth, but it was far inferior to this spiritual flag.

The thunder outside the hall gradually subsided. Xu Xuan looked through the hall door to the horizon. It was a clear sky without a single thundercloud.

"I'm afraid that sooner or later, someone in the North Sea will find you." Chen Weiyuan's voice was old, and his face was obscured by the thick Wu Ji Xuan Guang, making it difficult to see clearly. "Now that you know this, you will be able to walk the road ahead more clearly.

"May I ask, sir, what was the relationship between Da Chi and Kong Jian, the former chiefs of the clan, and Da Shu?"

"Bong Xuan?"

Chen Weiyuan shook his head and said softly:
"The Great Red and Empty Swords were returned to Great Shu. They were credited with opening the Immortal Peak and ushering the Emperor into the court. As for the Fengxuan Palace, it was not part of the Great Shu immortal world. Not long after Emperor Jing ascended the throne, the sun dimmed, and the Hengyi, from bright to dark, crossed the Northern Dipper. From then on, it disappeared, and so did the Fengxuan."

"It's better not to delve too deeply into these things. There are rumors that a living being came out of outer space, and this True Lord went to slay the demon, and has never returned."

The old man sitting on the main seat slowly stood up and stood straight, sweeping away the previous air of old age and decline.

"It's hard to sort out the past. We should focus on the present. Yuliu has been attacked by monsters several times. You should know the truth now."

"Junior understands."

Chen Weiyuan shook his head, and his old and majestic face was a little gloomy.

"No, you don't understand. Their methods are just to build a foundation. No matter how much planning is done, it will all be in vain."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Xu Xuan's eyes darkened slightly. He naturally understood the other party's implication and could only remain silent.

"I will provide you with some assistance, but I can't put all my trust in you. I asked you to come here today because of our past friendship."

Chen Weiyuan's voice was low, but it made Xu Xuan feel a little confused. Who else here has the hope of breaking through?

The dense Wuji Mysterious Light in the hall dissipated, and everything returned to normal. Chen Weiyuan sat on the main seat again, waved his hand, and said softly:

"Leave for now. I will also help you ask about the cultivation method. However, community thunder is hard to find, and the [Tribulation Heart Pond] is quite special. I'm afraid it still depends on your own destiny."

Xu Xuan responded in a low voice. At this time, the old man sitting at the same table said goodbye, turned around and walked out of the hall. Only a low sigh was heard behind him.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, he saw a stream of ochre-yellow light descending from the sky. It was Chen Mingyu, who walked up quickly with a smile on his face and said:
"Brother Xu, have you finished discussing the matter with the old man?"

Xu Xuan nodded slowly, and then heard the other party laugh loudly:

"In that case, we must take a look at Xiwei Mountain. I can accompany Brother Xu for a walk. There are many good places in this sacred mountain."

"No need, I have things to do, so I won't bother you anymore."

Xu Xuan declined the other party's kindness. Chen Mingyu looked normal and only said softly:
"In that case, I won't keep you any longer, Brother Xu. I hope we won't see each other again in the future."

Xu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the other party and asked:
"Noble, when will the mountain closure be lifted?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mingyu's expression changed slightly, his voice lowered, and ochre-yellow Dharma light surged around him.

"Wait until the dust settles."

The wind was howling and the pine trees on the peak were rustling. Only then did Xu Xuan realize that the green pines planted here were exactly the same species as those on Tianqing Peak.

The two men said goodbye, and the silver lightning rushed into the sky and disappeared in an instant. The smile on Chen Mingyu's face gradually faded. He stood with his hands behind his back and slowly walked down the peak.
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The Liu family, branches stored in the mountain.

Mansions with white walls and black tiles are dotted among the mountains. Compared with the sacred place where the patriarchs live, the spiritual energy of Zhixu Mountain is much thinner. There are mostly mulberry and willow trees in the mountain, with little sunlight, and it is mostly cold and gloomy.

Purple-crimson thunderclouds descended upon the horizon, and a man in green stood upon them. The wind blew gusts from the sky, causing his hair to flutter, making him look even more handsome. The inscriptions of wind, cloud, lion and tiger on the silver-white longsword at his waist emitted a clear light, and a sharp aura spread in all directions.

[Pan Po] has been recast and is now at the lower level of foundation building. Liu Xingfang lightly pressed the magic sword and flew down on the wind, temporarily hiding his cultivation so as not to alarm others.

The willow trees in the mountains swayed in the wind, but a woman in a dark green long skirt was already riding the wind and going straight up. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Liu Xingfang. Although she had carefully maintained her appearance with magic and spiritual objects, traces of time could still be seen on her face.

"Xingfang."

"Mother."

Liu Xingfang responded respectfully and looked towards the mountain. When his mother called out to him, many of the relatives in the mountain had already noticed that he had returned home, and they all came to look, but no one dared to step forward rashly.

The woman had some emotion on her face at this time. Her name was Dan Yan, and she was often called Madam Dan in the mountains. She was born as a mortal, and only started practicing after marrying into the Liu family. Now she is only at the first level of Qi Refining.

Mrs. Dan led Liu Xingfang to the mansion in the mountains, sighing as she spoke.

"Why don't you go back to your clan more often? Your father and brothers are all worried about you."

"I'm so busy with work that I really can't spare the time."

Liu Xingfang replied softly, his brows slightly lowered, but he saw Madam Dan frowning and whispering:
"Don't delay your cultivation. If you can't do it, then return to the mountains. Your father has a quota for cultivation in Biye Mountain, so it's okay for you to go. The clan leader often mentions you, so he won't say anything more."

"Father."

Liu Xingfang's heart sank a little when he heard his father mentioned. His father, Liu Qiuye, was of the same generation as the current patriarch, Liu Qiuci. He was the head of the Liu family's minor branch, but his cultivation had been stuck at the ninth level for many years, with no hope of building a foundation. "To be honest, I'm not considered a legitimate member of the minor branch either."

Thinking of this, Liu Xingfang found it funny. His father had many wives and concubines and was a playboy. Madam Dan was originally a mortal and a maid in the mansion. He was just a concubine's son and his mother's family had no power. His status in the mansion was almost transparent when he was young, and he did not live a peaceful life.

Before he was eight years old, his father had little time to take care of him and his mother, which caused him many difficulties. The situation did not improve until the spiritual roots were tested and Liu Xingfang's eight-inch spiritual roots were found, which ranked him in the top two among his father's many sons.

He had always buried these things deep in his heart and had never discussed them with anyone in his fellow sect, not even his master. He had understood the warmth and coldness of human nature since he was young.

He looked at his mother calmly, and then he realized that it was his father who asked her to come.

"When you come back this time, your father has chosen a good girl for you to marry in the mountains. If you listen to him, Zhixu Mountain will be yours in the future."

Mrs. Dan's eyes were bright as she walked with Liu Xingfang on the bluestone road, with some expectation in her tone.

Liu Xingfang said nothing, but just looked at Zhixu Mountain silently. He felt it was cramped and not as comfortable as being on his own spiritual peak.

"I become the mountain master? Where does that leave Brother Bai Yi?"

Liu Xingfang shook his head slowly. The ones with the highest cultivation level in the small sect were Liu Baiyi and him. Their generation name in the clan was [Qiu Bai Ning Shuang]. He couldn't even get a name at the beginning, so it was his mother who decided on [Xingfang] for him.

Liu Baiyi is about ten years older than him. He is the son of his wife and is now at the eighth level of cultivation. He has the potential to build a foundation. Since he was born, he has been regarded as the next master of Zhixu Mountain.

He had no hatred against this brother, but they were not close either. Even before measuring his spiritual roots, the other party probably didn't remember him.

"Your father has found another way for him. Zhixu Mountain, if you want it, it's yours."

Madam Dan's eyes were burning as she turned to look at Liu Xingfang and said softly:
"Xingfang, you should know that even the smaller clans have the opportunity to compete for the position of Patriarch. You might be a good candidate."

"I have no such intention." Liu Xingfang declined softly, sighing softly. "I am now the Master of the Qi-Observing Hall and the Elder in Charge of Laws in the temple. I have already achieved my wish, but I don't want to compete with you brothers anymore."

"I have remembered all the spiritual resources my clan has given me over the years. Since I reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, I have been sending them back to supplement the clan's expenses."

"Mother, if you're willing, I can take you to live in Luoqing. It's close to the Li River and has beautiful scenery."

Mrs. Dan's pupils shrank, revealing a hint of disappointment. She said in a deep voice:

"When you measured your spiritual roots at eight inches, I was overjoyed. But when you were thirteen, your clan recruited people to go to Dachi Monastery for training. Your father and I didn't want you to go, but we couldn't persuade you."

"Your father has changed a lot over the years. He truly cares about you and me. I only hope to make up for the little you did."

"How many wars has Da Chi fought over the years? Every time I see Qing Wei shouting and killing, my heart burns with anxiety. I cry day and night, just praying for your safety."

Madam Dan wiped away a few tears, held Liu Xingfang's hand tightly, and said softly:

"You have accomplished something now, so you shouldn't risk it again. Come with me to see your father first. He has something to say to you."

The willow trees beside the road swayed in the wind, and Liu Xingfang's thoughts drifted away with them. After all, he couldn't say anything harsh. Perhaps he could be colder in front of his father, but in front of his mother, he was still a little soft-hearted.

As Madam Dan walked towards the mansion, the maids and servants on both sides saluted him. He felt a little dazed. When he stepped into the lobby, he saw a middle-aged man waiting there. He was wearing a green robe, with a dignified demeanor and a pair of sword-like eyebrows, which showed a bit of murderous aura. It was the owner of Zhixu Mountain, Liu Qiuye.

His face lit up at this moment, he stepped forward quickly and said loudly:

"Xingfang is back, but she made me wait so long."

"I met my father."

Liu Xingfang responded respectfully, with his brows lowered, and did not look at his father.

"Okay, okay, come, sit down first."

Liu Qiuye didn't care about these things. He asked the mother and son to take their seats. He sat in the main seat and said with a smile:

"Xingfang is returning home today. What a joyous occasion! How have you been doing in the sect lately?"

Liu Xingfang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm just practicing and taking care of some of the sect's affairs along the way."

Liu Qiuye smiled slightly, and calmly glanced at Liu Xingfang's sword. Seeing that this magic sword was already at the foundation-building level, he was a little surprised, but he also had a good idea. He said:

"No, Xingfang has cultivated sword energy and is not far from building a foundation. Considering his age, it's time for him to consider getting married."

"It just so happens that there is a family that wants to marry into my family. I heard that you were there and I fell in love with you at first sight. I have met her and she is indeed a good match for you. What do you think?"

Liu Xingfang's eyes turned and he said softly:

"I wonder which one it is?"

Liu Qiuye's eyes flashed, and he laughed loudly:
"They are a family of foundation-building people from the northern part of Scarlet Cloud. They were scared away by the Fire Crows when they were under the rule of the Changsheng Temple. Now they have returned. Your temple has occupied Huaqingye, so you should have heard of them."

"My last name is Wu."

In the hall, Liu Xingfang raised his head, a flash of purple lightning appeared in his eyes, and his [Panpo] trembled, emitting a clear sword sound.

(End of this chapter)