Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 30 Refining
In the underground palace, beside the spiritual pool, four groups of spiritual spring energy are floating.

The Wu family, Zhu family and Changsheng Temple were eliminated, and the only ones left were Liu Xiaowen, Liu Baiyuan, Qi Wen from Kongjianmen and Duan Pingdu from the Duan family.

The pure energy from the spiritual spring was emitting bright light in the pool, and the four people gathered around it, each with their own thoughts.

"Why are the people from the Zhu family and Changsheng Temple gone?"

Liu Xiaowen suspected that these two families possessed the most profound cultivation and background among the group, so they should have arrived early to occupy a clear space. The young Taoist priest from the Changsheng Temple had even reserved a seat, so why wasn't he there?

In connection with the strange changes that had occurred in his body before, Liu Xiaowen had already vaguely guessed some of the key points, and felt that things here were not as simple as they seemed.

The eyes of the other people also flickered, each with their own thoughts.

Only Duan Pingdu, a descendant of the Duan family, walked forward nonchalantly, directly taking in the thickest stream of pure air, and said with a smile:

"Why are you all being so polite? Now is the perfect time for one dish each. Let's make it clear first, I want the thickest one."

The thickest and clear air was clearly prepared by Changsheng Temple for its direct descendants, but Duan Pingdu didn't seem to take it to heart at all.

He was not very good-looking and was a little short, but he had a calm aura and held up a small tripod in his hand that emitted a warm light.

Although the array plate is only of the top grade for fetal breathing, it has at least nine arrays engraved on it, and its aura is captivating.

With their strength at the fetal breathing stage, they cannot bring out the power of Qi-refining instruments. This kind of engraved formation, which can be activated with just a little activation, is extremely powerful.

The other three people present were a little afraid of the small tripod and did not want to attract attention.

After stealing something that originally belonged to Changsheng Temple, it would be difficult to explain what would happen next, so I left this section.

The four of them each chose a place and prepared to begin their training.

This [Heaven-sent Fuming Treasure Spring] is a treasure given by the ancient Qi Dynasty emperor to his ministers and to the immortals. It can purify the mind, eliminate karma, eliminate evil miasma, and consolidate the foundation.

Liu Xiaowen took it into his body bit by bit, and felt a cool air rising and blending into his bones and blood.

Streams of foul energy emanated from his body, all the foul energy accumulated from past demon slayings dissipating completely. He felt his mind become clear and his understanding of the breathing method taught in the temple deepened. The [Upward Bright Light] gradually condensed from its original wisp into a single strand.

His cultivation level had steadily stopped at the perfection of the middle stage of fetal breathing. The original weak spots in his foundation were replenished one by one, and he felt that his energy and spirit had reached its peak.

The other three were about to complete their cleansing, and it was obvious that they had made great gains. Duan Pingdu even broke through from the middle stage of fetal breathing to the late stage of fetal breathing in one fell swoop.

Although all those present were young people, they had been influenced by their families and sects since childhood and had some guesses about the current situation. Only Duan Pingdu looked like he had something to rely on, and thus snatched the opportunity reserved for Changsheng Temple.

After they finished their cleansing, they waited for the formation to send them out.
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On the treasure ship, Xi Ming's face turned pale and he was about to take action. The people from the Zhu family also had unfriendly expressions, thinking that the disciple of the Changsheng Temple had harmed their descendants and lost the opportunity to be refined.

The person who came here from the Zhu family was a middle-aged man named Zhu Yuanyun.

This person is of the same generation as Xu Xuan, and his portrait resembles Zhu Yucheng, so he must be his son. His cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, and his aura is comparable to that of Xi Mingdao.

"Fellow Daoist Xi Ming, this was arranged by your Changsheng Temple. First, you summoned us in the name of the Chen family, and then used your power to pressure us to bring our descendants here to help you open this underground palace."

"You guys took the biggest advantage in advance, and caused this incident, causing my own child to be hurt. Do you have any explanation?"

Zhu Yuanyun looked indignant, clearly feeling somewhat reliant. His tone was icy. Zhu Chenglu's injury and the loss of his chance for refinement were all caused by Xiao Cunsi's sudden madness. Taoist Xi Ming was also deeply indignant. He had only one direct disciple, Xiao Cunsi. This time, the Grand Shaman had appointed him, and the sect had guaranteed him benefits and no risks, so they had allowed him to fill the vacancy. Now, he had died here.

The real person in the temple and his master would not care about the life or death of Xiao Cunsi, a little fetal breathing disciple, but he did care.

He had only this one direct disciple, whom he brought back to the temple and trained with great care. He was the one who had destined him to be his true disciple, but now he had been plotted against and poisoned.

"Someone must have done something. The poison was about to fall on someone else, but it suddenly left and found Cunsi."

His master cultivated the immortal foundation [Mingshenshu], which can examine the subtle and the dark, and is combined with the numbers of Taiyi. He is the best at examining such conflicts in the orthodox traditions and changes in destiny, but he cannot figure out who is behind this.

Entering the underground palace, the remains of Qi, the descendants of Shu, and the magical powers of the Great Shaman were entangled. Divine consciousness could not detect it, and the divine eye could not see it. Besides the real person in the temple, only his master could make some deductions, but he didn't expect to find any trace at all.

"You guys are so bold that you actually do something behind my back." Xi Ming was extremely angry and scolded in a deep voice.

Everyone present had no idea what had happened in the underground palace. Seeing that the disciples of Changsheng Temple had lost their minds, they thought they had met with disaster. They were all silent. Only Zhu Yuanyun had a bad look on his face and said in a low voice:
"Fellow Daoist Xi Ming, I think the one who is bolder is your Changsheng Temple."

"What kind of place is this? How dare you act so recklessly? If we come back later and there aren't enough foundation-building seeds and no one to fill the gap, will you be held responsible?"

Zhu Yuanyun looked at the injuries of his own son Zhu Chenglu. He looked annoyed, his hair fluttered slightly, and a yellow light flashed on his hand. The surrounding instruments seemed to be under heavy pressure and shattered to the ground.

"Zhu Yuanyun, you are so disrespectful to me. Do you really think your father can break through the Purple Mansion?"

The magic sword on Xi Ming's back was shaking, and his green robe was fluttering as if a strong wind was blowing.

"Nowadays, outsiders cannot directly interfere in the affairs of the prairie. Those who hope to establish their foundation have all registered. If they haven't established their foundation yet, what can you do?"

"You rely on your power as a real person to plot against us younger generations. Do you think all the families in the prairie are fools?"

Zhu Yuanyun spoke in a relaxed tone, with a somewhat sarcastic look on his face.

"Fellow Taoist, please."

Xi Ming took a long breath, drew his sword, his face calm, all his anger suppressed.

Zhu Yuanyun also put away his frivolous look at this time. The two of them left the boat on the wind and stood on the flat lake, ready to have a fight.

Xu Xuan was standing behind everyone at this time. His expression changed, just like everyone else around him, and he didn't show anything unusual.

The two people on the lake both had reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, but Xi Mingdao was superior to Zhu Yuanyun in both skills and magic tools.

Zhu Yuanyun held an ancient stone axe in his hand, and with his powerful movements, as he swung and chopped, a hazy magnetic light flashed, causing the lake water to surge and waves to rise.

He was originally of violent temperament, and the sight of these people from the Immortal Sect made him feel even more disgusted. His body felt as if it were under a heavy pressure from a prison, pushing the lake water beneath him aside.

Taoist Xi Ming held a silver-white sword with patterns of wind, frost, and snow on it. He formed a seal with his hands, and twelve golden energy streams emerged, raining down from the sky like a rain of arrows. He swung the sword like a general, sending the magnetic light flying one by one, the sword trembling like a dragon's roar.

After all, Xi Ming's cultivation and Taoism were higher. After the two fought for dozens of rounds, Zhu Yuanyun could no longer resist. He could only restrain the magnetic light and gather it on his body, concentrating on defending against the rain of golden arrows, leaving many wounds on his body.

Changsheng Temple did not stop the actions of Xi Mingdao. The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while, and the lake was turbulent. No one knew when the young men in the underground palace would come out.

(End of this chapter)