Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang finally understood why Big Brother Mo didn't take action, but his uncles and aunts suffered heavy casualties. It was because he was too focused on power, and ended up killing and injuring his own people.

Xuan Zhen stared fiercely at Mo Qingfeng in the distance, his lips trembling:

"That person... that person must be the legendary Ninth Realm, absolutely... otherwise he wouldn't be able to withstand this attack!"

His body was used to confront the Qingliu Thirteen Swords Formation. This man's strength was so terrifying that he was simply the most terrifying opponent Xuanzhen had ever encountered since his debut.

At this moment, Du Fang suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Brother Mo when he first met him:

"Brother, are the sword cultivators in your place also divided into different realms?"

"Of course. In the world of swordsmanship, there are nine realms, from the first to the ninth. Only when you reach the ninth realm can you be considered an entry-level swordsman!"

"Is the ninth realm just the beginning?"

When Mo Qingfeng said that the ninth realm was just the entry level, Du Fang didn't believe at all that the person who saved him could be such a powerful and top-notch swordsman.

At this time, Uncle Xuanzhen's words just proved his strength. Yes, if he was not a top sword cultivator, how could he survive in the face of such a devastating sword intent?

And he is in good health.

'My elder brother wasn't bragging!' A thought suddenly occurred to Du Fang, and he finally understood that Mo Qingfeng wasn't arrogant, but that he was a man of swordsmanship that none of the sword cultivators in Zhongze Province had even grasped.

Mo Qingfeng whistled and a skinny horse came over from a distance.

Taoist Xuanzhen suddenly grabbed Du Fang's wrist and shouted, "Fairy Flower! Fairy Flower!"

"What's the matter, Uncle Master?"

Taoist Xuanzhen prostrated himself on the ground for the first time and kowtowed three times to Du Fang. He was seriously injured and kowtowed too loudly, which caused a violent cough in his chest.

This abnormal behavior frightened Du Fang so much that he trembled all over and was at a loss, even forgetting to help.

"Master, you said that Junior Brother Du Fang will definitely do his best!"

Xuan Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the dead and injured elders in the distance, and said with a wry smile, "This time, for the sake of the immortal spirit, we have offended the Longyuan Sword Sect. The Seventh Realm Wasteland Lord Bai Zhi is a cruel and ruthless woman. If Hua is taken away, the lives of my three thousand Lingxiao disciples will be in jeopardy..."

He squeezed Du Fang's arm tightly. "The fate of Lingxiao Sect and the lives of three thousand disciples are in your hands! As a senior uncle, I never ask for favors from others. Today, I beg you to bring that immortal spirit back to Lingxiao and save our Lingxiao bloodline!"

Then he knelt down again and was about to kowtow.

Du Fang supported him and sat on the ground, his mind suddenly going blank.

He never imagined that he, an insignificant outer disciple, would suddenly shoulder the responsibility of the life and death of the entire sword sect.

How could his tender shoulders bear such a heavy burden?

He is just a boy of seventeen.

Brother Mo came all the way here just to keep his promise to a friend. How could I have the nerve to ask for it and make him break his promise? Even if I asked for it, Brother Mo might not give it to him.

They met by chance and called each other brothers because they had a good impression of each other.

Du Fang had never encountered such a difficult decision in his life. At this moment, Li Qingshuang looked at him with tears in her eyes and full of expectation.

Uncle Master Xuanzhen was seriously injured and still kneeling with a painful look on his face. It seemed that he had no intention of getting up unless Du Fang agreed.

All the elders behind him who were not dead or seriously injured crawled over and knelt in front of him.

Du Fang felt as if his heart was about to be broken. These people were all elders of the sword sect whom he respected and admired.

Behind them were 1,300 inner disciples and 1,800 outer disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, all of whom were sword cultivators of the first to third realms.

In front of a behemoth like the Longyuan Sword Sect, they are like ants and cannot withstand a single blow.

Just when Du Fang was in great trouble, a skinny horse came over, ringing its bell. Mo Qingfeng sat on the horse and said to him with a smile, "Brother, I have finished my business here, and I came to say goodbye to you!"

Du Fang finally stood up, as if he had made a great decision:

"Brother, I'll see you off!"

He walked up to the skinny horse and took its reins.

Although he was skinny, he seemed extremely friendly to him and kept rubbing Du Fang's shoulders.

The two of them walked a long way along the official road.

Mo Qingfeng looked at the silent Du Fang and suddenly asked, "Did they force you to come here for this fairy flower?"

"No! I volunteered!"

Mo Qingfeng dismounted and pulled him to a pile of sand. The two sat opposite each other. Mo Qingfeng finally said, "Why don't you speak?"

"I... am afraid that it will be difficult for you, big brother. You came all the way from Jinghai, riding this horse, and it's been a long and arduous journey. If I ask for it, I will not only be sorry for you, but also for your friends!"

"Brother, I'm going to tell you a story, would you like to listen?"

"Yes!" Du Fang's voice was very soft. He knew that it was a story told by a friend. And it must be about a woman, otherwise Mo Qingfeng wouldn't have the kind of temperament that makes a man feel pity and compassion.

That is the pain and regret of loving someone to the bone but being unable to be together.

Mo Qingfeng took out the fairy flower, removed the black cloth, put his hand on it, and spoke in a rather low voice:

"In our Nine Divine Continents, on the land where we live, there have only been three immortal spirits for millions of years. They usually bloom and wither once every three hundred years, repeating over and over again. When one dies, another is born. When the immortal spirit grows up, it will bring disaster to all living things in the world, whether big or small."

Mo Qingfeng was in a gloomy mood, his gentle eyes fixed on the beautiful fairy flower in his hand. He whispered, "Everyone says this flower is beautiful, but when it blooms, at least one-third of the world's living beings will be gone..."

"Why? It's just a beautiful flower..."

Du Fang was a little confused. Could a flower cause such great power?

"You don't understand, that's normal. There's a power within it called the power of the immortal spirit. With this power, you can rule the Nine Continents and make all the masters in the world bow their heads. Unfortunately, your eldest brother once had a crush on someone, a immortal spirit!"

"No way, brother, how could the flower you like be a person?" Du Fang was a little puzzled.

Mo Qingfeng looked into the distance, with a hint of pain in his eyes:

"Fairies are flowers, but they are also people!"

"The immortal spirit is yin in nature. The one who controls this immortal power must be a woman. Don't look at her purity now. If she masters the method of refining, and combines the immortal spirit with human intelligence, this power can be used by humans."

“So all the cultivators in this world are working hard for this immortal spirit, even willing to sacrifice their precious lives.”

Du Fang was silent. There was fairy power inside, which meant that everyone wanted to take a shortcut through the fairy flower. Brother Mo had such a high level of cultivation, did he also want this fairy power?

Mo Qingfeng said calmly, "The immortal spirit has a gloomy nature. Anyone who controls this power will inevitably be corrupted by it, becoming its slave and bringing disaster upon the world. This thing likes to devour living beings. The more lives it devours, the greater its power! And anyone who controls it will no longer be human."

"Brother, have you ever met such a person?" Du Fang vaguely guessed something.

"Yes, your eldest brother once had someone he loved, that friend. Before she was tainted by the immortal spirits, she was kind, simple, and lovely. But ever since she met this flower, her life..."

Mo Qingfeng didn't continue. He bit his lip and said slowly, "She has become neither human nor ghost. She is ruthless and bloodthirsty, and has completely become a bloodthirsty... monster... I practiced swordsmanship just to be able to bring her out and cut off the flower on her body. Unfortunately..."