Ninth-level fairy

The gray-robed Taoist trembled with excitement:

"I knew it would work. How could the methods passed down by our ancestors be wrong? The strange phenomenon in the sky is a sign that the fairy flower will be born."

Li Qingshuang asked in surprise, "Uncle Master, you already knew this?"

The man suddenly shut up. In his excitement, he seemed to realize that he had let something slip, and immediately changed the subject:

"Let's go over and take a look!"

The Taoist in gray robe didn't seem to know how to wield a sword, so Li Qingshuang pulled him up directly.

She felt a little strange, but was too embarrassed to ask.

As soon as he arrived at the Sword Pavilion, Xuanji Zhenren came to greet him, his face full of joy, and said, "Congratulations, Uncle Master, congratulations to the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the Immortal Flower has been successfully refined!"

"Master Uncle" Li Qingshuang was stunned when he heard this.

This gray-robed Taoist priest was actually his ancestor? He didn't look very old, and he didn't even know much about Xuanmen Taoism, yet he was actually the headmaster's uncle.

"Where are the faeries?"

"This way!"

The gray-robed Taoist looked at the sleeping baby in front of him, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he hesitated, "How can it be a child? Isn't the fairy flower a flower?"

Xuan Ji smiled slightly and said, "Master, you are wrong. This kind of divine object of heaven and earth must also have a flesh body. Only the flesh body can bear the great way of heaven and earth. At first I thought I had failed, but unexpectedly, please see!"

A dark green aura from Xuanjizi's hand poured into the baby's head. There, a white, ethereal flower, almost as big as a bowl, blossomed.

As the green aura disappeared, the white ethereal flowers also disappeared.

"How is it? Uncle Master, I'm right, right? This is the birth of an immortal. You saw the omen just now. It's impossible for an ordinary thing to be like this, to arouse the power of heaven and earth."

The Taoist in gray robe nodded and lowered his head in thought.

Li Qingshuang bowed and said, "Master, wait a moment. I will go and invite the disciples over!"

"No need to go, they are already on their way!"

Ah, so fast?

Master Xuanji completely uncovered the wooden board of the sword pavilion, revealing a dark green long sword.

The blade of this long sword is simple and ancient, and it is inserted into a green stone with strange runes written all over the stone.

The gray-robed Taoist remained silent and asked, "Do you want to open the Sword Gate?"

"Yes, according to our ancestors' teachings, only those who are at the seventh level and possess immortal spirits can enter. I want to take this child in and try our luck!"

"That Jianmen Gate is a dead end, no one can go through it!"

The Taoist priest in gray robe turned pale and rejected him directly.

Xuanji Zhenren asked anxiously, "Before Lingxiao, didn't powerful people of the seventh and eighth realms enter? Why can't they?"

"They all died in there. Except for the founder, no one came out alive!"

"But he is different. He is an immortal, not a cultivator!"

"Even immortals are not allowed!" The Taoist in gray robe directly rejected him.

Xuanji Zhenren suddenly knelt on the ground, choking with sobs, "Uncle Master, Lingxiao will soon be in great trouble, and Lord Longyuan will soon arrive. He has already shown the strength of the sword sect, and can only be slaughtered by others. My wounded body will not last long in this world. By the time this immortal body grows up naturally in this world, eighteen years have passed, and Lingxiao will have long since disappeared."

These words made the Taoist in gray robe waver. At this time, the disciples outside the door walked into the Sword Pavilion and saluted Xuan Ji.

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Ji suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Disciple begs you, old man, to look at these Lingxiao bloodlines. Only within the Jianmen can immortals quickly achieve greatness. In this outside world, the Lingxiao Sect simply cannot wait for eighteen years!"

The gray-robed Taoist gave a bitter laugh and said:

"Get up!"

He placed the palms of his hands on the large green stone.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the top of the wooden beam in the sword pavilion, and the dark green long sword inserted in the stone suddenly flew up.

All the buildings in Jiange were pierced by this ray of light.

Countless disciples covered their eyes with their hands and looked at the dark green sword hanging on the bluestone.

Light emanated from the sword, and the sharp blade tore open a piece of space.

A huge, vast, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom light screen appeared in Jiange.

"Is this Jianmen?"

Countless people looked up, their eyes filled with holy hearts. The Sword Gate that Lingxiao had always kept secret was now blossoming before everyone's eyes.

Xuanji Zhenren immediately called out three disciples. The three disciples in white had fierce eyes and daggers in their hands. They walked towards Jianmen with their heads held high, like warriors going to die.

This is to prepare for the blood sacrifice to open the Sword Gate.

The grey-robed old man suddenly stopped them, his expression full of serenity, and said:

"I have waited for over a hundred years, and finally it has come. You are still young, so please step back!"

"Uncle Master..." Xuanji Zhenren's voice was choked with sobs.

"It's nothing. The future of Lingxiao depends on you young disciples. I've lived for over a hundred years, and I've also been a waste for over a hundred years. I haven't done anything for the sect. Now, it's time to abandon this fleshly body!"

He hunched over and slowly walked towards the light curtain.

Countless tiny sword beams immediately flew out from the light curtain. The gray-robed old man was lifted up by the sword beams, and the blood in his body began to be drained by these tiny green sword beams. Suddenly, his whole body exploded into a tiny point and fell on the light curtain.

At this moment, the point on the door formed by the light curtain gradually rose and expanded, and a dark crack appeared, just enough for someone to enter.

Is this the blood sacrifice that opens the Sword Gate?

Countless people looked at the old man with emotion, and he turned into an extreme and began to disappear.

Xuan Ji Zhenren was holding the baby and was about to enter Jianmen when suddenly a dazzling light flashed from the gate. In an instant, Xuan Ji's entire body suddenly burst into flames.

Countless disciples screamed in panic. No one had expected that such a thing would happen when everything was going well.

Xuan Ji slowly put the baby down, and a green Taoist diagram appeared from above his head. He pressed down his body, and the scorching flames suddenly went out.

His hair and flesh had already been burnt.

This is before he even entered Jianmen. If he did, his entire body would be burned to ashes.

Xuanji Zhenren ignored the burns on his body and kept shaking his head with gritted teeth:

"No, no, I haven't reached the seventh level yet. I can't suppress the Yang energy in my body. The Yang energy in my body is too strong, so I can't go in. Why is it that our ancestors' teachings have never recorded this?"

Li Qingshuang suddenly squatted down and asked, "What's going on, Master?"

As soon as he saw Li Qingshuang's face, Xuanji suddenly felt like he had seen a ray of light in the dark night, like a drowning man grasping at a straw. He grabbed Li Qingshuang's arm fiercely, his expression excited:

"Yes, women, women can go in, men are too yang!"

He suddenly knelt down, "Shuang'er, Master, I have a favor to ask of you!"

Li Qingshuang hurriedly helped him up, "Uncle Master, please be patient with me, just give me your orders!"

"In our sword sect, the only one who can take on this important task is you. Only you can bring the immortal spirit in. Uncle Master wants to ask you for help!"

"Okay! Get up!"

Li Qingshuang agreed very readily, as if she had already anticipated these things.

"You agreed?"

Xuan Ji still couldn't believe it.