Immortals Step into Heaven

The old man held a low-grade spiritual sword, its blade gleaming with cold light and shimmering with runes. It was clearly a meticulously crafted magical weapon. He poured his mana into the sword continuously, and in an instant, the spiritual sword began to hum, radiating a brilliant light and emitting a chilling aura.

With a roar from the old man, he approached Zheng Yuan like a ghost. The spiritual sword in his hand, wrapped in powerful spiritual energy, pierced Zheng Yuan's throat with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks. The sword flew out like a dragon, with a speed so fast that it was hard to keep up. The air was suddenly filled with tension, like a powder keg ready to explode.

Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed, not wanting to be careless. He took a deep breath, his spiritual energy rapidly circulating, unleashing the Xuanhuang Sword Technique to its full potential. The Flowing Light Sword swiftly twirled in his grasp, clashing fiercely with the old man's spiritual sword. Sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing rang out. Each collision numbed Zheng Yuan's arm, but he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain as he fought to resist the old man's furious onslaught, searching for a flaw, hoping for a chance to turn this perilous situation around.

Under the combined attack of the old man and the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator, Zheng Yuan gradually felt overwhelmed. Although he used all his strength to perform the Xuanhuang Sword Technique, the opponent's attacks became more and more fierce, and his spiritual power was rapidly depleted.

Although the Soul-Seeking Rat temporarily blocked the young man's attack, the young man also discovered the Soul-Seeking Rat's flexibility and difficulty, and began to change his strategy. He no longer attacked blindly, but cast spells to try to trap the Soul-Seeking Rat and then capture Zhao Linger.

Zhao Linger, holding a top-grade magical instrument, unleashed the Shura Sword Technique, part of the Shura Sha Tian Jue. This sword technique was incredibly powerful, with streaks of blood-red light and shadow attached to the top-grade magical instrument. As she danced, the air around her was ripped apart by the sharp sword energy, emitting a whirring sound. Her eyes were determined, and she had only one belief in her heart: to help Zheng Yuan repel these enemies.

Wherever the blood-red light and shadow passed, deep furrows were carved into the ground. The young cultivator's expression changed dramatically at the sheer force, forcing him to divert some of his energy to deal with Zhao Linger's sudden and fierce attack. Seeing this, the Spirit Seeking Rat moved even more nimbly, interfering with the young man's spellcasting.

Zheng Yuan was both pleased and concerned at Zhao Linger's performance. He fought back the exhaustion of his impending spiritual power and summoned all his strength, using the Xuanhuang Sword Technique more flexibly. The Flowing Light Sword in his hand gleamed, colliding with the spiritual weapons of the old man and the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator, creating intense sparks.

The old man and the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of solemnity in the other's eyes. They hadn't expected these two young men to unleash such formidable power in such desperate circumstances. Zhao Linger's top-grade magical weapon and uncanny sword techniques in particular filled them with trepidation. But they also understood that they were now in a difficult position. If they didn't capture these two individuals, they would become a serious threat in the future.

So, the old man and the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator increased the intensity of their attack again, and rushed towards Zheng Yuan with surging spiritual power, trying to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Zheng Yuanze took advantage of this moment to pull out a few spiritual energy-replenishing pills from his storage bag and quickly swallowed them. His spiritual energy began to slowly recover. Under the effect of the pills, he felt his body filled with strength again, and the flowing sword in his hand once again shone with a cold light.

Just as Zheng Yuan was fighting with the old man and the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator, Xiao Hei seized the opportunity and let out a deafening beast roar. The sound waves rushed out like a substance, shocking the old man and the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator so much that they were stunned and their movements slowed down.

The little fox also took the opportunity to launch a bewitching spell, and the pink mist quietly spread. The old man and the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator were in a state of confusion. Their eyes became empty in an instant, and they were stunned, completely trapped in a state of bewitching.

Zheng Yuan saw the opportunity, a flicker of determination in his eyes. With a loud shout, he controlled the Flowing Light Sword, which slashed across like lightning. With a "puff" sound, it cleaved the middle-aged monk's head, sending blood gushing out. Then, with a sudden turn, he thrust the Flowing Light Sword through the old man's chest. The old man's eyes widened, and until his death, he could not believe that he had died so easily.

Having dealt with these two formidable enemies, Zheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Zhao Ling'er and the Soul-Seeking Rat. Zhao Ling'er had successfully forced the young monk back, while the Soul-Seeking Rat was constantly harassing him, leaving him in a state of disarray. Zheng Yuan quickly joined the fray with his sword, and soon dispatched the young monk as well.

The two souls instantly left their bodies and fled into the distance. Seeing this, Xiao Hei suddenly opened his mouth, generating a powerful suction force. The old man and the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator stared wide-eyed in horror. Before they could even offer any resistance, their souls were forcibly ripped from their bodies and instantly swallowed by Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei's shimmering eyes held no trace of pity. With a flash of his own, he stalked back to Zheng Yuan and the others like a ghost. Looking at the young cultivator's corpse, Xiao Hei mercilessly devoured his soul.

Zheng Yuan looked at Zhao Linger beside him, his eyes full of concern, and asked anxiously: "Linger, are you okay? Are you frightened?" Zhao Linger shook her head slightly, her hair was a little messy, and her face was a little pale. She said softly: "I'm fine, it's just that the scene just now was a little tense." Zheng Yuan patted Zhao Linger's shoulder gently and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here.

Zheng Yuan quickly stepped forward and collected the storage bags of the old man, the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the young cultivator, carefully placing them in his arms. Then, he pointed forward, and three fireballs roared out, instantly enveloping the three corpses. A raging fire erupted, raging fiercely. Soon, the corpses were reduced to ash in the flames, drifting away in the wind, as if they had never been there.

Zheng Yuan turned to look at Zhao Linger and said solemnly, "Linger, we shouldn't stay here for long. What just happened was too weird. There might be other dangers. We'd better leave quickly." Zhao Linger nodded obediently and replied softly, "Everything is up to you, Brother Xiao Yuan." The two did not dare to delay for a moment. They quickly packed their luggage and galloped away into the distance. Their figures soon disappeared in this dangerous place.

After a long journey, Zheng Yuan and Zhao Linger finally arrived at the gate of Yunshan Market. Zhao Linger looked up and was shocked by the grandeur of the market.