Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 543 The Immortal Tree

The mountain has steps, the steps are covered with moss, and the surrounding mist is auspicious.

"The Ten Directions Killing Realm originated from a limit-breaking sword technique. The technique is nameless, and I call it the Demonic Sword."

Zhu Ju walked up the steps, saying as he went:
"The Demon Blade is strange and can affect the mind of cultivators, making them bloodthirsty and ultimately leading them to fall into the demonic path."

"Therefore, someone used the Demon Blade as a base, integrating swordsmanship and formations to create this Ten Directions Killing Realm."

"Well……"

"It can also be called the Ten Directions Killing Path."

He didn't say that he was the one who created this sword technique, but that was already shocking enough.

"The Ten Directions Killing Path?" Zhu Shuang'er's expression changed:

"What a domineering name."

Adding the word "Tao" to the name of a martial art demonstrates the confidence of its creator.

but……

Such a person has every reason to be proud of creating a martial art that breaks through limits and a divine technique.

"The Ten Directions Killing Path consists of ten forms, emphasizing the meaning rather than the specific moves. Once you have mastered all ten killing techniques, you can be considered to have entered the gate."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"I have passed on the sword intent to you, but this kind of killing technique can only be used for self-defense and protection. You must never become addicted to it."

"Yes." Zhu Shuang'er lowered her head.

"Thank you, brother."

"Since we address each other as brother and sister, there's no need for formalities." Zhu Ju waved his hand gently.
"I also hope to see someone carry forward and promote this swordsmanship."

"The Xuan Shui Drip Sword from Zhenwu Temple is also quite good. It embodies the essence of gentle water and aligns with your fundamental cultivation method, so there's no need to abandon it."

"Yes." Zhu Shuang'er nodded.

"My master said that although the Xuan Shui Drip Sword is not of high grade, its sword intent is in line with my cultivation method, making it easier to comprehend its true meaning, which will also benefit my future cultivation."

"Not bad." Zhu Ju sighed softly.
"Disciples of a sect, inheriting the teachings of renowned masters, can save years of trial and error by pointing out a clear path."

Martial arts skills and techniques are not necessarily better the higher their rank.

Independent cultivators pursue advanced techniques, unaware that unsuitable methods can hinder their cultivation.

Disciples of sects, on the other hand, will not make such mistakes, as the experience of their elders will guide them onto the right path.

At least.

Before reaching the third rank, as long as you proceed step by step, there won't be too many obstacles.

The fourth rank is a realm that most independent cultivators dare not even dream of.

"stop!"

Three figures leaped down from the tree ahead, forming a triangular shape to block the two men. One of them shouted in a low voice:
"This place has been occupied by the Pai Sect. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter. Please descend the mountain, both of you."

"Please?" Zhu Ju smiled faintly.
"That's quite polite."

"I'll do it." Zhu Shuang'er stepped forward, her long sword drawn from its sheath, sword energy whistling out.

Her sword tip trembled rapidly, like raindrops hitting banana leaves, and streaks of sword energy instantly merged into a sky full of raindrops.

"Sixth grade?"

The three people blocking the road changed their expressions drastically, brandishing their weapons and retreating rapidly.

"boom!"

The sword energy roared.

The two men coughed up blood and flew backward, while the other man used the momentum to leap and dashed up the mountain.

"The Three Talents Sword Formation?"

Zhu Shuang'er raised an eyebrow slightly:
"I intended to keep all three of them here, but it seems my swordsmanship is still a bit short of perfection."

"It's alright," Zhu Ju said.
"The people on the mountain should have already received the news."

"Let's go!"

The two quickened their pace and headed towards the mountain peak, where spiritual light had surged up not long ago.

Not long after.

The two arrived at a 'gateway'.

This gate is made entirely of white jade, about nine zhang high and wide, with stone steps and paths inside.

Walking along the path, you'll find a new view every three steps and a pavilion every ten steps; the beauty of the scenery is breathtaking.

"Why is there such a place here?"

Zhu Shuang'er looked surprised:
"The legendary blessed land of immortals is probably nothing more than this!" "Look!" Zhu Ju paused, pointing ahead:

"what is that?"

Before them, clouds rose and revealed a vast plaza with eight entrances, one of which was where the two of them stood.

By this time, twenty or thirty people had gathered in the square, some in small groups, others in pairs.

It is clear.

These people do not belong to the same faction.

Zhu Ju's gaze did not fall on these people, but rather on the spiritual plant in the center of the square.

This spiritual plant is only about three zhang tall, with sparse branches and a gnarled trunk. Golden leaves are scattered all over the ground, and two golden spiritual fruits hang on the branches, emitting an enticing fragrance.

The spiritual plant was not large in size, but its aura was in no way weaker than that of the Jianmu tree, whose roots were deeply embedded in the mountains.

"Spiritual plant!"

Zhu Shuang'er's beautiful eyes lit up:
"A divine plant!"

She didn't recognize the spiritual plants in the field, but the Dao Seeking Sect had a method for classifying the grades of spiritual plants.

Sensing the aura, the spiritual plant before me exudes an aura that aligns with the Dao. Although its energy is not readily apparent, it suppresses the surrounding void, clearly indicating that it is a celestial-grade spiritual plant.

"Golden fruit and jade nectar, immortality and eternal life."

Zhu Ju's eyes flickered, his expression became complex, even revealing a hint of disbelief:

"How can this be?"

"Big brother." Zhu Shuang'er turned her head:

"you know?"

"Perhaps..." Zhu Ju's expression was complicated:
"If I'm not mistaken, this spiritual plant should be an immortal tree of similar grade to the Jianmu tree."

"The Immortal Tree of Kunlun Mountain!"

"The Immortal Tree?" Zhu Shuang'er's breath hitched:
"That spiritual fruit..."

"Not bad!" Zhu Ju nodded slowly.
"If it really is the Tree of Immortality, then that spiritual fruit must be a divine fruit that can grant immortality."

"No!"

"The legendary elixir of immortality requires not only the spiritual fruit of the immortal tree, but also sweet spring water."

"Even if it's not an elixir of immortality, it's definitely extraordinary!"

The immortal tree here is definitely not the one from the legend, after all, that one is of extremely high quality.

Just like the Jianmu tree.

It is not an ancient Jianmu tree, and its strength is only at the first grade, but whether it is Jianmu or this immortal tree, it is still extraordinary.

Before he finished speaking, the crowd had already begun to act, and two figures headed straight for the ripe spiritual fruit.

The two's actions instantly drew the attention of others, with various streams of light and attacks coming at them.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the auras of the two sixth-rank martial artists vanished.

Even Zhu Ju couldn't help but tremble slightly at such an attack, his body spontaneously sending out warning signals of danger.

"You guys hold off the others, I'm going to pick the spirit fruit."

The old man, dressed in the robes of a patriarch, gave a low shout and transformed into a phantom as he lunged toward the Immortal Tree.

"Shh!"

Two twisted figures appeared simultaneously, and the three collided at a distance of about ten feet from the violently immortal tree.

"Dragon's Apostle?"

"A rogue cultivator!"

The old man frowned, glaring fiercely at the two men blocking his way, then turned to look at another person in the crowd:
"Brother Wang, how about we each take one spirit fruit?"

The man held a halberd, wore heavy armor, and his body was filled with spiritual light. His gaze swept over the group of people.

"Do not."

"The spirit fruits are all mine."

"boom!"

Wang Ding leaped into the air, brandishing his halberd in the air. The spiritual light outlined layers of mountains, and boundless pressure descended upon the three of them.

"Get out of my way!"

The Big Dipper and the Heavy Mountains!
The secret techniques passed down through the Daoist sect!
(End of this chapter)