Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 77 077 The First Kill of the True Disciple, A Shocking Change in the Emperor's Appearance

"A magnificent grotto-heaven, the true lineage of the Blue Robe?!"

Zuo Zhenzun's pupils suddenly contracted in horror, and his heart felt as if it had been plunged into ice.

A mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator! Why would they ambush him here?!
Without a second thought, he swiftly unleashed his magical weapon, the pale bone whip emerging like a living snake from its hole, surging with murderous aura!
However, the sharp sword light, like a dragon or snake, struck like lightning. Even before the sword light arrived, its chilling intent had already penetrated to the bone.

Unable to move easily, Zuo Zhenzun roared and rolled on the ground, his stiff legs making a cracking sound as if his bones were breaking.

Although his dodges were swift, the sword light split into several icy sword energies in the air as it flew, like threads.

Wherever the sword energy went, it gave people a strange feeling of invincibility.

"what--"

Zuo Zhenzun screamed as one of his legs was severed by the sword light, and the blood froze into ice as soon as it hit the ground.

Whoosh! !

On the other side, the bone whip had transformed into a strange, ferocious bone wolf-like form, its mouth wide open, baring its fangs, as it lunged at Zhao Wuji.

"Boom!—"

Zhao Wuji remained unmoved, but a vine armor shield radiating clear light suddenly flew out from his body, blocking and even knocking away the bone wolf.

With a change of sword technique, the Frost Soul Flying Sword transformed once again into strands of rain-like sword energy that instantly contracted, enveloping Zuo Zhenzun.

Left True Venerable bit his tongue in horror, spitting out blood. Suddenly, the armor he wore flashed with blood-red light, creating a blood-red shield that blocked the sharp, rain-like sword energy.

With a soft "pop" sound.

The blood-red aura shield shattered instantly.

"Brother Dao, spare my life! Why are you pressing me so hard? I was merely healing my wounds and did not harm anyone."

Zuo Zhenzun's methods were completely destroyed, his face turned ashen, and he immediately begged for mercy in a hurried tone.

"Noisy!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were like a deep, cold pool, and his sword technique suddenly changed.

"Zheng!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword pierced through the air, its killing intent as sharp as frost, making Zuo Zhenzun feel as if he were in an ice cellar, struggling to breathe, and only managing to cross his claws.

The White Bone Talisman was hastily produced.

"Crack!"

The claw shadow shattered upon contact with the sword light, and the icy sword energy passed right through the body.

His body shuddered violently, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a bloody mark appeared on his forehead from his hairline to his chin, freezing into frost. He fell backward to the ground, his throat sealed by ice crystals.

In the blink of an eye, after only a few rounds, Zuo Zhenzun, a Qi-inducing expert of the White Bone Sect, despite using all his methods, still met his end in the Northwest.

Compared to the battle in the imperial city, Zhao Wuji is now much stronger. If Zuo Zhenzun were to join the fray, they would both be doomed today.

He looked at the bone whip that had fallen to the ground and sensed that the spirit of Zuo Zhenzun was drifting out of his body.

He immediately cast a spell to connect with the spirits, splitting his soul into two streams, one of which transformed into a gust of yin wind that swept towards the opponent's spirit.

With his soul now strengthened after being extended by the Yin Pearl, he is far stronger than his opponent.

Left True Venerable's yin spirit could hardly resist and was swept up by his yin wind spirit, which quickly browsed through the short-term memories in his spirit.

It turned out that the other party had not gone far after escaping from the imperial city that day, because he knew that the emperor of Xuan Kingdom could use the dragon vein and dragon energy to track the whereabouts of cultivators.

Therefore, Zuo Zhenzun fled to a mass grave outside the imperial city, dug up a grave and entered the tomb, using the deathly aura of the mass grave to conceal his vitality, and used the "corpse dissolution technique" of the White Bone Sect to feign death and heal his injuries.

More than half a month ago, his injuries healed, and he crawled out of the grave again. He dared not enter the imperial city rashly again, but he was unwilling to lose track of the whereabouts of the buried wine map.

So he sent a message to the sect for help while hunting beasts in the nearby mountains to refine his spirituality and cultivation.

"The Xuan Kingdom's royal family actually possesses the ability to track dragon veins and dragon energy?"

After browsing through the short-term memories in Zuo Zhenzun's soul, Zhao Wuji was somewhat surprised and gained a new understanding of the methods of the Xuan Kingdom's royal family.

He thought to himself that it was fortunate that when he killed the eunuch leader and the grotto-heaven cultivator, he had quickly dispersed his aura using guiding techniques.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to become a true disciple of the Linglang Cave Heaven.

He then browsed through the other person's vague past memories.

They vaguely sensed that the White Bone Sect was determined to obtain the Four Treasures Wine of Yelang Kingdom.

It seems that a powerful cultivator from the White Bone Cave Heaven is behind this, and the mystery of the Sobering Stone likely involves even deeper matters.
"This Left True Venerable sent a message to the Right True Venerable of the White Bone Sect requesting reinforcements ten days ago. Judging by the time, the reinforcements should be arriving soon."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then a thought struck him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The dead Zuo Zhenzun still has more uses, and he doesn't need to deal with the reinforcements that are about to arrive. "I don't like this tactic of attacking one after another. Let the Xuan Kingdom's royal family and Elder Yu handle it."

These magical artifacts are my spoils of war, but I don't need them. I can also openly exchange them for resources.

Zhao Wuji let Zuo Zhenzun's soul dissipate and put away the Cold Soul Flying Sword.

Then they collected the magical artifacts and other items from the other person's body, and only cut off the head of the corpse, wrapped it in the other person's clothes, and took it away.

He took out the white bone artifact that originated from the Black Jade Spirit Lord and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

After going through many twists and turns, the item returned to his hands.

After quickly tidying up, Zhao Wuji used his movement technique to leave.

Shortly after he left.

A few noisy 'cawing' cries came from the forest. The myna bird that had been startled earlier had returned, surrounded by several female myna birds, all peering into the valley and chirping incessantly.

Before long, a rustling sound came from the forest, and some wild animals quickly ran out, among which a white fox stood out.

The white fox was surrounded not only by other foxes, but also by a large, striped tiger that bowed its head in homage. This combination of beasts was truly bizarre.

A white fox darted out of the forest and leaped to the headless corpse, its golden eyes revealing a mixture of pleasure and hatred.

It immediately turned around and chirped twice to indicate that it was safe.

After it led many foxes to a nearby refuge, it lived a peaceful life for a while, even getting along well with the 'king' of the surrounding forests.

Unexpectedly, a powerful human cultivator has recently arrived, hunting wild beasts in the mountains and forests, causing them to live in fear and have a hard time.

Today, this evil monk is finally dead.

The white fox barked twice at the noisy, boastful myna bird, asking what characteristics the other cultivator who killed the evil cultivator possessed.

Although the myna bird is intelligent, it just kept flapping its wings and making strange noises.

"Daddy, Linlang, Daddy."

"Cultivators from the Linglang Grotto-heaven?"

The white fox's silver fur suddenly bristled, and hatred surfaced in its eyes.

The old fox was killed by the demon queen who emerged from the Linglang Cave.

An hour later.

It was already late when they arrived at the Penglai Palace in the Xuan Kingdom.

The city lights were just coming on.

Emperor Zhang Zhaoming of Xuan Kingdom clapped his hands and laughed. The dragon-patterned sleeves of his robe shimmered in the candlelight. Looking at the head and several magical artifacts placed on the opposite table, he clapped and praised them.

"Imperial Physician Zhao, I should no longer call you Imperial Physician Zhao, but rather Junior Brother."

He raised his wine cup: "I have heard that you broke through to the second level in two months, donned the blue robe, and were listed as a true disciple. You truly deserve to be a superior immortal seed recognized and cultivated by Peak Master Hua, hahaha."

As he laughed, he lightly tapped the severed head on the table with his fingertip: "It's been three months since we last met, you've really changed!"

These evil cultivators of the White Bone Cult are extremely powerful among early-stage cultivators. Last time, they even managed to escape from the imperial city, causing me to lose face.

Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Zhao, your arrival down the mountain has given me such a wonderful surprise!

Before he could finish speaking, another burst of laughter erupted, and Emperor Zhaoming was clearly delighted.

The Imperial Preceptor Fang Shiyu, who had come upon hearing the news, also nodded in agreement, expressing his approval. However, when his gaze fell upon the head of the Left True Venerable, a deep thought appeared on his face.

He looked at the composed blue-robed figure sitting opposite him with a hint of doubt. Considering the presence of Peak Master Hua, he spoke with a slightly polite tone and smiled.

"Junior Brother Zhao's Taoist magic is exquisite. I wonder what kind of techniques and magical artifacts you used to slay this fiend?"

Zhao Wuji had anticipated this question and responded with a calm smile, "I killed him with the Profound Ice Sword Technique. As for the magical weapon I used..."

His wide sleeves fluttered lightly.

"Clang!" A cold light shot out, dimming the candlelight in the hall and making the temperature in the entire room seem to drop suddenly.

"The Frost Soul Flying Sword!?" The Grand Preceptor Fang's pupils suddenly contracted, as if his gaze had been frozen by the sword light.

Emperor Zhaoming's laughter abruptly stopped, his gaze filled with astonishment: "The Flower Peak Master actually bestowed this sword upon you...?"

Cold Moon Peak, famous for its Flying Sword of Cold Soul.

When Peak Master Hua was a candidate for Peak Master, the Cave Master bestowed this sword upon him, but now it is in Zhao Wuji's hands.

Surely not.
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