Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 99 Golden Sword
Beside the Great Wilderness Sword Pond, the air was hazy with white mist and everything fell into silence.

The cave-transformed sword box has the effect of sensing sword intent. Xu Xuan's eyes are deep, penetrating through layers of obstacles, passing through restrictions, and looking at the core.

Although the sword box is magical, it cannot capture things from a distance. Xu Xuan has no intention of stealing it. Firstly, it would make a lot of noise and attract attention. Secondly, he is good friends with Kong Jian after all, and doing so would go against his teachings.

"If you want to plan, it should be done openly and honestly. Exchange inheritances, and I will trace it back. If that doesn't work, I can also borrow the Chen River to see if there are any changes."

The sword energy in this sword pool is about to dry up, and I'm afraid it has nothing magical in it. The most important thing right now is to confirm one thing.

The Kongjian Sect has been passed down to this day. Is there anyone who has cultivated the sword spirit?
If there is, Xu Xuan can trace it back by himself in the future as long as he can exchange it for inheritance. If not, a fourth-grade sword technique, although rare, is not worth all the planning.

The sword spirit he sought was traced back to the inheritance and sought in the [Sword Abyss].

As for the place called [Jianyuan], Xu Xuanyin speculated that it might be the key point of the ancient sword immortal tradition, so it has the magic of tracing back and revealing.

[The Great Wilderness Sword Pool] is quite peculiar. It looks like both a magical instrument and a spiritual object. The inside and outside are overlapped, like mirrors reflecting each other, creating a small world in the pool.

"This kind of method, I'm afraid only the Purple Mansion can do it, how could the Empty Sword Sect still have such a powerful weapon?"

Xu Xuan sighed slightly in his heart. At this moment, the sword box in his qi sea trembled slightly. He sensed it carefully and indeed found a sword intent, but it was a little strange, which made his heart tremble.

The core of the sword pool is a three-foot-long golden-scaled hook snake, coiled motionless. On its tail is not a thorn, but a sword tip shining with golden light. The sword intent is generated, and the surrounding void collapses and merges.

A golden thread descended from a great height, passed through the clouds and rocks, and landed on the hooked snake's head, controlling the increase and decrease of its sword intent, as if it had a spirit.

Xu Xuan could see clearly that the master of this sword intent was still alive!
"How can the Kongjian Sect have anything to do with the sword intent of Jin Deyi? The golden thread is also a magical power, and it is only because it connects with the sword intent that I can see it."

A living Purple Mansion Sword Immortal uses his supernatural powers to watch every move of the Kongjian Sect at all times. This Great Wilderness Sword Pool was passed down from the ancestors of the Kongjian Sect. Who would doubt it?
"If it was set up from the beginning, I'm afraid it's not right. It's been too long. It must have been usurped without these people realizing it."

"Does Zuo Hemo know about this? He invited the people I watched to come and test the sword."

Even though Xu Xuan had a good impression of the leader of the Kongjian Sect, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious at this moment.

It is not a good idea to call the disciples out directly at the moment, as it will inevitably attract attention. Since this sword pool has not caused any loss of life, I can only wait and see what happens.

"The Purple Mansion Sword Immortal is probably quite famous in the Li Kingdom, and he cultivates the virtue of gold. If you inquire carefully, you will be able to find out his origins."

What exactly is the purpose of using sword power to support these disciples of the Kongjian Sect?
While pondering these key points, Yuan Zhi, the elder of Jiali Mountain, suddenly spoke, looked into the pool, and said with a smile:
"These people have good cultivation and have all realized the sword moves. Perhaps they all have the opportunity to refine their skills and there is no need to fight."

He has a kind face and earlobes like pearls. He always smiles when he meets everyone and is quite well-mannered.

When Liang Xilan heard this, his eyes were sharp, his cheeks were shriveled, like a shriveled persimmon, he looked mean and said coldly:
"Elder Yuan Zhi, why don't you be more frank? Your Yuan Lu just came back from Wunan. Who knows what he's up to?"

Yuan Zhi patted his dark blue sleeves lightly, seemingly not caring about Liang Xilan's words at all. He still smiled kindly and said softly:

"Be careful what you say."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them became slightly colder. Liang Xilan stopped replying and snorted coldly.

"These veins are fighting fiercely."

Xu Xuan sighed in his heart, while Xiang the protector beside him was watching the show with a mocking look in his eyes.

"I wonder what the origins of your sect's Great Wilderness Sword Pond are? It actually has the miraculous effect of improving one's sword skills, and it also contains a sword spirit. It's truly amazing."

Xu Xuan asked softly, looking at the guardian Xiang standing beside him. This old cultivator was dressed in coarse linen and looked like an old farmer in the fields. He was from the same lineage as Qi Wen and was easy to talk to.

Xiang Hufa squatted casually on the ground, not yet sitting down, without any demeanor of a master, and replied with a smile:

"Who can tell for sure? There is no record of this in the sect. This sword intent was probably left by our ancestors."

Yuan Zhi, who was standing by, suddenly looked over, his eyes lingering on Xu Xuan and Xiang Hufa for a moment, and he said softly:
"I have heard some rumors that this sword pool was obtained from outside and was not something our sect refined itself."

"It doesn't matter where it comes from, as long as it works, why bother with that!"

Liang Xilan spoke in a cold tone, which made the three people present reluctant to talk. The atmosphere became heavy for a moment, and everyone stared at the sword pool where white mist was floating.
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There was darkness in the sword pool.

Once inside, the pool seemed to be a place of its own, isolated from the outside world, and everyone was separated and disrupted.

Countless surging white mists swirled overhead, covering one area, while stars appeared on the ground, and dim cold light flowed, giving people a sense of boundless loneliness.

Liu Xingfang looked around in amazement. This method was extremely ingenious. How could the Kongjian Sect, a foundation-building sect, obtain such a treasure?

This place is not very wide. It seems that the border can be reached in a few more steps, but when you actually take a step, you often step on empty air, and the surrounding world turns upside down, and you fall somewhere else in an instant.

At this time, the white mist was below and the starlight was above, upside down.

'How can I get out?'

He clenched the [Panpo] in his hand, and lightning gradually covered the sword. The wind, cloud, lion and tiger gradually became active, and white mist covered the road ahead.

Liu Xingfang calmed his mind and concentrated, sensing the direction. The sword in his hand kept ringing softly, and the sword was straightened, pointing to one place.

He stepped forward, his footing steady, letting himself calm down. "Sure enough, since it's a sword pond, it must be related to swords."

He raised Panpo. His spiritual awareness was sharp and his mind was clear. He gradually found his way and moved forward bit by bit.

Occasionally, he felt like someone was watching him from behind. When he turned around to check, he saw only drifting clouds and nothing else.

He didn't want to stay any longer, so he hurried to find his way and moved forward.

Elsewhere, Liu Xiaowen was in a worrying situation. He and Qi Wen were walking together. There was starlight under their feet and surging white mist in the sky.

The two were dealing with things that emerged from the cold light on the ground. They were shadows, completely illusory, rushing towards them.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao Wen, be careful. This is a sword spirit, a creature born naturally in the Great Wilderness Sword Pond. It is used to test disciples, and slashing with the sword is the most effective."

Qi Wen reminded them that the sword spirits in front of them were not at a high level of cultivation, most of them were equivalent to the first or second level of Qi Refining, and they had no special skills and could only kill with sword light, so the two of them could still deal with them.

Liu Xiaowen held the Fire Tiger Fang, and the red flame on the sword was blazing and burning non-stop. He has now mastered the fourth-grade spell [Bingyuan Fen] in the "Heavenly Fire Hengguang Sutra".

This spell is ranked fourth and is the true teaching of the sect. It represents the coming of heavenly fire to burn away evil. To perform this spell, one needs spiritual fire. Liu Xiaowen cultivated it with the Great Sun Fire, which was the most appropriate.

Immediately the sword tip turned and went against the trend, and a rain of fire fell, burning many sword spirits.

On the other hand, Qi Wen also had his own methods. He practiced the fourth-grade true teachings of the sect. When he drew his sword, the blade twisted and swallowed the light, forming a dark vortex that directly strangled many sword spirits.

The two men fought as they walked. According to Qi Wen, they should use the magic sword in their hands to sense the road, which is the right way. They didn't want to be blocked by the sword spirit and unable to move forward for a while.

"I wonder how things are going with Xingfang. Is everything going well?"

He felt a little uneasy, always feeling that something was wrong with the sword pool, which made him instinctively feel nervous.

"The last time I had this feeling, I went to fight for the Fuqi Spirit Spring."

The sword was red, cutting through the shadows blocking the way. Liu Xiaowen said in a deep voice:

"Brother Qi, follow me and fight your way out."

Qi Wen understood, and the two of them no longer held back. They brandished their magic swords and quickly broke out, but saw countless sword spirits rushing over and surrounding the two of them again.

Compared to the dangerous situation faced by Qi Wen and the other two, the remaining two people passed away very peacefully.

Liang Yuanming and Yuan Lu walked side by side, stepping on the vast white mist.

Yuan Lu had a cheerful look on his face. He was born rough, unlike his grandfather who was gentle and kind. Magical light flowed on his silver armor, and array patterns appeared and disappeared.

The broadsword he carried on his back was extremely wide and thick, just like a door panel. The sword moves of the Kongjian Sect mostly relied on lightness and flexibility to win, but this broadsword was completely different from that.

Liang Yuanming frowned, her rouge-red dress fluttered, and she wore a black jade magic sword, similar to Liang Xilan's.

"Yuanlu, are you sure you can accomplish this today?"

Liang Yuanming stopped and looked at Yuanlu, his voice muffled and sad.

"Of course it will work. Nothing will be missing from the good family."

Yuan Lu walked forward with a smile, his big eyes sparkling under his thick eyebrows, and he said softly:
"Elder Xilan continues on his path. If he builds his foundation, he will be a top-tier figure in the region."

"Sect Leader Zuo is a stubborn person. If he were to come out of seclusion and see what Elder Xilan has done, he would definitely not let him off easily. How would the Liang family cope with that?"

"If we're going to do it, we've got to do it drastically. We'll seize this opportunity and accomplish it in one fell swoop. The Kongjian Sect will only be a burden. From now on, there will only be the Liang and Yuan families on the prairie."

Liang Yuanming did not show any joy when he heard this, but instead became even more depressed. He only said in a low voice:

"Can that [Blood Gu Method] really work? The old lady is deeply involved in it. Many qualified people on Heyun Mountain have asked her to feed the Gu."

"One of my junior brothers and one of my junior sisters, both of whom had just started to cultivate their Qi, came to see me with a smile, but ended up having me personally send them to the old master."

As Liang Yuanming spoke, tears streamed down her face. She actually threw herself directly into Yuan Lu's arms, sobbing softly:
"I'm afraid that all this will be for nothing, that I've harmed the lives of my fellow disciples in vain, and that I've done such a filthy thing."

Yuan Lu's expression was moved. He hugged the woman tightly and said in a gentle tone:
"Don't worry, Yuanming, it will work out naturally. The restrictions are much looser now. In the past few decades, many people who swallowed blood and qi have achieved the Purple Palace. How difficult is it to achieve the Foundation Establishment?"

"Something big happened in Liguo recently, aren't you aware of it?"

Liang Yuanming looked up, full of doubts, and looked at the other party, only to see Yuan Lu smiling and sighing:

"The wonderful method of 'Blood Qi' that has been passed down is now truly useful. Many adults have used it to develop a magical power."

"It's just eating a few people. It won't be a big deal in the future. Just relax."

The other person's smile made Liang Yuanming feel cold in her heart, and she felt blood dripping, so she dared not look directly at it.

(End of this chapter)