Ninth-level fairy

Fang Cheng lay on the ground, weeping bitterly, his face filled with grief and indignation. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he hoarsely shouted, "Junior Sister, you've already passed away before you even knew my feelings... I... I'll die by hitting my head against the wall here..."

Du Fang suddenly said softly, "Senior Sister Li is not dead, get up!"

"Ah..." Fang Cheng's voice suddenly stopped, "Not... not dead?"

The two disciples behind him started laughing.

"Senior Sister is just sleepy, she'll be fine after a good sleep..."

Du Fang let out a long sigh, but when he looked at the two disciples, his heart sank. One of the disciples had a broken arm, and the other had a broken leg.

And his face and neck were covered with sword marks.

Apparently, there had been a brutal fight not long ago.

Du Fang whispered, "Is the head teacher still here?" He lowered his voice for fear of hearing bad news.

"Still there..." The two of them didn't feel sad at all. They turned and headed towards the depths of Lingxiao Mountain. They let out a long roar and shouted loudly, "Master, come out! Senior Brother Du Fang and Senior Sister Li are back!"

As soon as the words fell——

From the back mountain of Lingxiao, sixty or seventy sword beams burst out, covering the sky and the earth.

The first person was Xuanji Zhenren.

Although his face was pale at this moment, he couldn't suppress his ecstasy. He rushed forward and hugged Du Fang, his voice almost choking with sobs:

"You're finally back... You're finally back... We've been waiting for you for so long..."

"Master, you are embarrassing your disciples..."

Du Fang's face was filled with joy. He still had time, it wasn't too late. Ling Xiao hadn't been annihilated, and he still had a chance to save him...

Xuanji Zhenren rubbed his body up and down, repeatedly asking, "Have you cultivated immortal spiritual power? Why did your face become like this? Does time really pass so quickly in the Human Emperor's tomb?"

Countless white-robed disciples gathered around, their faces filled with joy. The disciples who had suffered such a great disaster looked extremely united and resolute.

Du Fang looked at the small number of people and asked in confusion, "Where are the other disciples? Master, I remember there were six or seven hundred of us when we entered Jianmen. How come there are only so few here now?"

Xuanji Zhenren's expression suddenly darkened: "Three months ago, after you entered Jianmen..."

'Three months ago...' Du Fang suddenly felt dazed. Had they been in the tomb of the Human Emperor for almost three months?

Xuanji Zhenren continued:

"The Longyuan Sword Sect has made a comeback. As soon as you entered the Sword Gate, Lingxiao Mountain was swept by Longyuan's Sixth Realm Sword Cultivators. Three hundred disciples died in the battle, many are missing, and some have defected to the Longyuan Sect, who are now hunting down their own people..."

"During the past three months, not only the Longyuan Sect, but also the sects and demons from other states have all been trying to come to Lingxiao to find the Immortal Spirit Flower. Word has spread throughout the Nine Divine States that the Lingxiao Sword Sect has obtained the Immortal Spirit Flower... As a result, high-level cultivators have been constantly coming up the mountain to cause trouble..."

"Seeing the number of Lingxiao disciples gradually dwindle, I had no choice but to abandon Lingxiao Mountain and disperse the remaining disciples in the back mountains. The disciples who stayed behind were all men of iron will..."

Du Fang looked behind the headmaster. Every white-robed disciple there had broken limbs, but their faces showed determination. They included outer sect disciples of the second level who had been with Du Fang, as well as elite inner sect disciples.

"Now, Lingxiao, there are only fifty-three people left..." Master Xuanji smiled bitterly.

"Half a year ago, my Lingxiao Sword Sect was considered the overlord of Zhongze Province, with 3,600 white-robed disciples. But now, it has withered to this point... I, as the Sect Master, am incompetent..."

"It's good that you're back? Has your fairy power awakened?"

Master Xuanji was very concerned about this issue. Now all of Lingxiao's hopes were placed on him. Du Fang smiled bitterly and was about to introduce Master Changqingzi to him.

Suddenly, more than a dozen shrill howls were heard at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain. Before the howls died down, more than a dozen rainbow lights were already rushing towards Yunhai Square.

Xuanji Zhenren's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted:

"Form a sword formation!"

Looking at the sparsely packed crowd of less than fifty white-robed disciples, Du Fang's face turned grim. He turned around and stared at the dozen or so rainbow rays.

The dozen or so rainbow lights were very fast and arrived at Yunhai Square in a flash.

There were thirteen people, and judging by their attire, they came from many different sects.

Xuanji Zhenren looked at the strangely dressed people and said grimly, "The Longyuan Sword Sect is considered one of the seven great sword sects and is a decent sect. How did they get mixed up with the evil ones?"

An elder with white hair and beard came out and pulled out the red sword on his back, sneering:

"Xuan Ji, you've been hiding here and there like a field mouse every day. Today, we caught you red-handed!"

"Master Qiu, as a sixth-level elder of Longyuan, you are still considered a swordsman of Longyuan if you hang out with these rotten and evil people?"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't hand over your spirits today, I'll drag you out one by one and skin you alive..."

This is a beast demon with a face full of hair and a body full of rich blood and energy. It is obviously a great demon in the fifth realm.

Xuanji Zhenren said nothing, looking at the thirteen people in front of him. Six of them were elite sword cultivators of the fifth or sixth realm of Longyuan, and there was also a fourth or fifth realm big monster and evil cultivator who came from nowhere.

They are all good players.

We are definitely no match for them.

Xuanji Zhenren was worried and was about to reply when Du Fang suddenly walked out proudly, stared at those people, and said:

"The fairy flower is right here, come and get it if you have the guts!"

A dozen people looked at Du Fang's nearly naked body and laughed:

"There's no one in Lingxiao. Why are you bringing out a wild man to scare us? Do you think we're all vegetarians and will just run away after a little scare?"

Countless mocking and sarcastic voices fell into Du Fang's ears, but Du Fang just listened calmly, without fighting back or mocking.

Master Xuanji looked at his almost naked body, with leaves and green gauze only covering his lower body.

He silently took off his purple robe and put it on Du Fang, looking at those people, and said proudly:

"This is the leader of my three thousand disciples at Lingxiao. My surname is Du and my name is Fang. You evil monsters, watch your mouths!"

The action of putting on clothes made Du Fang feel warm.

At this moment, he finally felt a sense of belonging as a disciple of Lingxiao. The head master recognized him, his uncle Xuanzhen also recognized him, and the white-clothed disciples behind him also believed that he could protect Lingxiao.

A strong warm current flows through the atrium——

Du Fang suddenly turned around and bowed to Xuanji Zhenren. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and he said proudly:

"Master, Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, rest assured. From today on, as long as I, Du Fang, am still alive, no one in the Nine Divine Continents will dare to bully Ling Xiao. If anyone dares to say a word insulting to Ling Xiao, I promise that he will not see the sun tomorrow..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Where did this wild boy come from? How dare you talk to Grandpa like that..."

"Is this ambiguous figure a man or a woman..."

"I'm afraid it's a rabbit god, Lao Ba, take him back later and give him a good cleaning..."

Countless obscene words came out of these people's mouths.

Du Fang's expression was grim, he drew his sword and said coldly:

"Which of you comes first?"