This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

Three days passed by like a flash.

Zhang Xianling and Wei Yinhong have been staying in the wild cave for a long time.

During this time, the two took good care of each other and their injuries gradually improved.

The three days of being together day and night have quietly changed the relationship between the two people who were just casual acquaintances.

They are like a pair of happy enemies, sometimes bickering, sometimes caring for each other.

"I must return to Haoqi City. Nangong Lingyuan's life or death is uncertain, and I am determined to obtain the Qiankun Juqi Cauldron. This journey is full of dangers. You don't need to follow me. It's safer to stay here."

Zhang Xianling frowned, his eyes were firm, and his tone was unquestionable.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yinhong's eyebrows suddenly raised, and she angrily said, "Who do you think I, Wei Yinhong, am? We've been through thick and thin together these past few days, and you actually want to abandon me and face danger alone? I absolutely won't agree. If you want to go, let's go together!"

"How can you be so stubborn, woman? This trip is no joke. I don't have time to take care of you." Zhang Xianling was slightly angry, with a hint of helplessness in his words.

"Whoever needs your care, I can take good care of him/her, and maybe I can even lend you a hand." Wei Yinhong crossed his arms across his chest, looking stubborn and not showing any sign of weakness.

The two of them argued back and forth, neither of them giving in, and the sound of their quarrel echoed in the cave for a long time.

Zhang Xianling knew Wei Yinhong's temper very well and thought it would be difficult to persuade her in a short time.

Without any choice.

He took advantage of Wei Yinhong's unpreparedness and skillfully used his strength to knock her unconscious. He then placed her in a secluded corner of the cave and whispered, "Yinhong, I'm sorry. I'll definitely come back for you once I've investigated everything." With that, he flew out of the forest like a lightning bolt, dashing towards Haoqi City.

In the city of Haoqi.

The prosperous scene of the past is now shrouded in sadness.

White flags were hung everywhere in the city.

Seeing this, Zhang Xianling's heart sank suddenly. He quickly concealed his breath and sneaked into the city quietly.

On the way, he met an old man and hurried forward to ask, "Old man, what happened in the city? Why are you so sad?"

The old man sighed deeply and said sadly, "Alas, the city lord, Lord Nangong Lingyuan, was unfortunately killed in an attack three days ago. Now the Nangong family is making grand arrangements for the funeral. The position of family head has been passed to the second son, Nangong Zhe. It is truly regrettable."

Zhang Xianling was horrified upon hearing this. Although he had a premonition, it still seemed too bizarre. He thought to himself, "Nangong Lingyuan is quite powerful. How could he have lost his life so easily? There must be something fishy going on."

After much deliberation, he decided to go deep into the Nangong family to find out what was going on. Zhang Xianling took out the Nangong family guard's armor from the sword-holding gourd and put it on, then sneaked into the Nangong family mansion in broad daylight.

As soon as he stepped into the mansion, he saw Nangong Lingyuan's eldest son, Nangong Wu, leading a group of subordinates, confronting Nangong Zhe aggressively.

Nangong Wu's face was filled with anger, and he scolded, "Nangong Zhe, there are many doubts about my father's death. Why are you so hasty in succeeding to the throne? Could it be that you have done something secretly?"

Nangong Zhe, dressed in mourning clothes, remained calm and composed. He responded, "Brother, please don't slander me. My father passed the throne to me before his death. This is a well-known fact. I should inherit my father's will, handle the funeral, and protect Haoqi City. What is your intention in coming here to cause trouble now?"

"Hmph, what are my intentions? I think it's you who have evil ambitions and want to monopolize the power of the Nangong family." Nangong Wu snorted coldly, his hand on the hilt of the sword, as if he was going to draw his sword and attack him if they disagreed.

The staff behind Nangong Zhe stepped forward and tried to persuade him, "Young Master, the Second Young Master has always respected the City Lord. Now that the City Lord has passed away, it is unjustifiable for you to come here and provoke a fight. Please accept my condolences and refrain from causing any more trouble."

Nangong Wu glared at him and shouted, "You, my staff, stop your sweet talk. I'm going to get to the bottom of this today and find out why my father died."

As the two sides reached a stalemate, Zhang Xianling observed silently from the sidelines, secretly pondering a countermeasure. He knew that the internal relationships of the Nangong family were complicated, and there must be a huge conspiracy behind this matter.

Meanwhile, Nangong Yan, the third son, was far away at the Lingyun Peak Spirit Stone Mine. Upon receiving the news of his father's death, he was distraught. He immediately summoned all the troops guarding the Lingyun Peak Mine and ordered them to march immediately towards Haoqi City.

Nangong Yan rode on a tall horse, his face stern, and he swore in his heart: "Father, I will find out the truth. If anyone dares to murder you, I will not let them off easily."

While everyone's attention was focused on the confrontation between Nangong Wu and Nangong Zhe, Zhang Xianling quietly approached the Nangong family ancestral hall. He was obsessed with the Qiankun Qi Cauldron; if he could seize it during this chaotic period, his journey would be worthwhile.

However, the Nangong Family Ancestral Hall was heavily guarded, with a series of barriers emitting faint light, clearly intended to prevent intrusion. Zhang Xianling cautiously approached the barrier, attempting to break it. He performed a spiritual technique, his hand shimmering with light as he slowly touched the barrier.

At this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded.

"Who dares to trespass into the Nangong family's ancestral hall!" Several guards rushed out from all directions and surrounded Zhang Xianling in an instant.

Zhang Xianling thought to himself that this was not good, but since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to deal with it head-on.

He drew the sword from his waist and said loudly, "I am a guard of the Nangong family. I have been ordered to come here for inspection. Why are you stopping me?"

A captain of the guards stepped forward, took a look at him, and declared, "I've never seen you before. You must be a spy. Capture him!"

After saying that, the guards rushed forward, and all kinds of magical lights shot towards Zhang Xianling like raindrops.

Zhang Xianling dodged the attacks skillfully, brandishing his sword as he engaged the guards in a fierce battle. His swordsmanship was fierce, and each strike contained powerful spiritual energy. For a time, he was locked in a fierce battle with the guards.

"Hmph, you think you can stop me?" Zhang Xianling shouted, unleashing his "Phantom Sword Technique." His figure instantly transformed into several phantoms, making them difficult to grasp. The guards panicked, their attacks failing.

But the guards were no ordinary men. They quickly adjusted their formation, chanting something in their mouths, and a joint defensive formation took shape in an instant. The formation shone brightly, enveloping Zhang Xianling's phantom.

Zhang Xianling felt the pressure mount. He knew that if he didn't break through the formation quickly, he would be in danger once more experts arrived. So he concentrated his energy, gathering his spiritual power at the tip of his sword, and fiercely pointed it at the formation.

"Break!" With a loud noise, he forcibly broke a gap in the formation. Zhang Xianling took the opportunity to rush out from the gap and ran towards the ancestral hall.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, Zhang Xianling immediately spotted the Qiankun Qi Gathering Cauldron. It exuded a mysterious aura, as if imbued with boundless power. Just as he was about to reach out to collect it, a figure suddenly emerged from the darkness.

"Zhang Xianling, you are here after all." The person who came was actually an elder of the Nangong family, Nangong Su.

Zhang Xianling was startled and asked, "Elder Nangong, why are you here?"

Nangong Su sneered, "Do you think you can easily steal the Qiankun Qi Gathering Cauldron? This cauldron is the treasure of my Nangong family. How can I allow an outsider like you to get my hands on it?"

"Elder Nangong, I have no intention of offending the Nangong family. It's just that this Qiankun Qi Gathering Cauldron is extremely important to me. Please give me a favor." Zhang Xianling tried to persuade.

"Hmph, don't say anything more. Today is the day you die." Nangong Su formed seals with his hands, and a powerful spiritual power swept towards Zhang Xianling.

Zhang Xianling did not dare to neglect and quickly cast a defensive spell while preparing to counterattack. He knew that Nangong Su was very powerful and this battle would be extremely difficult.

Just as the two were about to start a big fight, a noise was heard outside the ancestral hall.

At this time, the army led by Nangong Yan is about to arrive in Haoqi City. The situation in Haoqi City is becoming increasingly tense, with undercurrents surging from various forces. Zhang Xianling is in the Nangong family ancestral hall, facing strong pressure from Nangong Su.

Will he be able to successfully obtain the Qiankun Qi Gathering Cauldron, and how will he escape from this chaotic situation? Everything is still unknown!

In the ancestral hall, Zhang Xianling and Nangong Su were still confronting each other.

Nangong Su waved his hands, spiritual energy gathering in his palms, instantly forming a huge spiritual blade of light, which cut through the air and slashed towards Zhang Xianling with a sharp whistling sound. Wherever the blade passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, and ripples appeared.

Zhang Xianling's eyes focused, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering to himself: "Broken Void Hand!" His palms glowed with a faint blue light, and he pushed them forward suddenly, colliding with the spiritual light blade.

In an instant, light splashed everywhere, and the powerful impact instantly blew away the surrounding tables and chairs, turning them into wood chips that floated in the air.

The attack failed, and Nangong Su flashed and approached like a ghost. His palms were as fast as lightning and slapped out in succession. Each blow contained surging spiritual power, and the offensive enveloped Zhang Xianling like a storm.

Zhang Xianling tapped his feet lightly and floated back, while his hands continued to perform the Shattering Hand to dissolve Nangong Su's fierce attack.

But Nangong Su's speed was too fast, and Zhang Xianling was gradually overwhelmed. His clothes were also torn by the spiritual power.

At this critical moment, Zhang Xianling shouted, "Small Thousand Sword Formation!" He took out a small sword emitting a cold light from his arms and threw it into the air.

The small sword instantly turned into countless sword shadows, interweaving into a sword net in the air, protecting him.

Every sword in the sword net was humming, as if it had a spirit. The sword tips were pointed at Nangong Su, emitting a cold murderous intent.

Nangong Su frowned slightly upon seeing this, and paused outside the sword formation. He stared at the densely packed sword shadows, a solemn look flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph, a mere trifle." Nangong Su snorted coldly and formed seals with his hands again.

An even more powerful spiritual power surged out of his body, forming a huge spiritual power vortex in front of him.

The vortex slowly spun, emitting a powerful suction force that sucked in the surrounding air. As the suction grew stronger, the sword shadows in the Xiaoqian Sword Formation began to tremble slightly, and several swords even broke away from the sword formation and were sucked into the vortex.

Zhang Xianling was shocked when he saw this.

He knew that he couldn't allow Nangong Su to break his sword formation like this.

Then, he quickly changed the hand seals with his hands and chanted an ancient and obscure spell.

As the spell was chanted, the sword shadows in the Xiaoqian Sword Formation suddenly shone brightly. They connected with each other to form sword-shaped spiritual power chains.

These chains extended from the sword formation and wrapped around Nangong Su.

Nangong Su had never expected that Zhang Xianling had this trick, and his expression changed slightly.

He dodged, trying to avoid the spiritual chains, but the chains were extremely fast and numerous, and soon entangled his limbs.

"Break it for me!" Nangong Su roared, and the spiritual power in his body burst out, and he struggled to break free from the restraints of the spiritual power chains.

But just as he was about to break free, Zhang Xianling took the opportunity to perform the Five Ghosts Moving Technique.

Five illusory ghosts appeared behind him, their claws and fangs bared as they pounced towards Nangong Su. They were extremely fast and instantly arrived in front of Nangong Su, stretching out their claws to grab at his body. Nangong Su had no time to dodge and could only take the blow head-on.

He danced his hands quickly, forming a spiritual shield in front of him.

The ghost claws grabbed the shield, making a harsh friction sound and splashing sparks.

Nangong Su was forced back a few steps by the Five Ghosts Moving Technique and was extremely angry.

He decided not to hold back and to kill Zhang Xianling with all his strength.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate wildly, and his entire body was enveloped by a layer of dazzling spiritual light.

He raised his hands above his head and shouted, "Lingxiao Breaking the Sun Palm!" Suddenly, a huge ball of spiritual light appeared in the sky. The ball of light was like a scorching sun, emitting scorching heat and powerful spiritual fluctuations.

The ball of light slowly fell and hit the location where Zhang Xianling was.

Zhang Xianling felt the powerful force of this attack and knew that he could not withstand it.

So he recalled the Xiaoqian Sword Formation, and all the sword shadows gathered above his head, forming a huge sword wheel.

The sword wheel spun at high speed, emitting a strong sword energy, trying to resist the attack of Lingxiao's Sun-Breaking Palm.

At the same time, he commanded the ghost shadows of the Five Ghosts Moving Technique, letting them fly around the sword wheel to enhance the defensive power.

Lingxiao's Sun-Breaking Palm collided with the sword wheel and the ghost shadow, making a loud earth-shaking noise.

The entire Nangong family ancestral hall trembled violently, cracks appeared on the walls, and tiles fell from the roof. A powerful spiritual storm swept out, destroying everything around it.

Zhang Xianling was struggling to hold on in the storm. He felt that his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, there was a noise outside the ancestral hall.

It turned out that the confrontation between Nangong Wu and Nangong Zhe turned into a small-scale melee. The subordinates of both sides fought each other, and the entire Nangong family mansion was in chaos.

At this time, Nangong Su took advantage of the cover of the spiritual storm and attacked Zhang Xianling again.

His figure was as fast as lightning, passing through the storm and coming in front of Zhang Xianling. He pressed his palms with powerful spiritual power against Zhang Xianling's chest.

Zhang Xianling was unable to dodge and could only cross his arms to protect his chest.

Nangong Su's palms struck his arms with a dull thud. Zhang Xianling was sent flying by this powerful force, slamming heavily into the wall of the ancestral hall, which instantly created a large, human-shaped crater.

Zhang Xianling vomited blood and struggled to get up from the ground.

He knew he was in extreme danger, but his desire for the Qiankun Qi Cauldron kept him from giving up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing a firm determination.

Nangong Su slowly approached Zhang Xianling with a smug smile on his face: "Boy, it's not too late to give up now, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Elder Nangong, even if I risk my life today, I must get the Qiankun Qi Gathering Cauldron." Zhang Xianling said gritting his teeth.

Nangong Su snorted coldly: "Then don't blame me."

He launched another attack, formed seals with his hands, and summoned ropes of spiritual power, which wrapped around Zhang Xianling.

Zhang Xianling endured the pain and used his Shattered Hand to smash the approaching spiritual ropes one by one.

But his spiritual power was almost gone, and each attack became more difficult.