Ninth-level fairy

Qingling Tower,

It’s Qingling Tower again!

When the Lingxiao Sword Sect selects disciples for sword training, they will place a soul tower in the sea of ​​consciousness and nourish it with their own soul and blood for seven days. If the soul tower is alive, it means that the disciple has the spiritual roots for sword training.

In the practice of swordsmanship, wisdom is purple, white, gold and blue.

The Qingling Tower is the last, the Ziling Tower is the most respected, and the Bailing Tower and the Jinling Tower are next.

Among the more than 3,000 disciples of Lingxiao Sect, there are only two Purple Spirit Towers, Li Qingshuang is one of them, while there are countless Green Spirit Towers like Du Fang.

Purple, white, gold and blue represent the highest realm that a sword cultivator can reach after exhausting his entire life's efforts. The founder of Lingxiao Sword Sect was once a sword cultivator at the peak of the ninth realm. He himself is the Purple Spirit Tower, which has nine floors, one for each realm.

The White Spirit Tower has seven floors, the Gold Spirit Tower has five floors, and the Green Spirit Tower, the smallest, has only three floors.

This also means that no matter how hard Du Fang tries in his life, once he reaches the peak of the third realm of sword cultivation, he will never be able to make any further progress.

Purple, white, gold and blue are not the most important factors in dividing strength, because the spirit tower can change color from blue to gold, and from gold to white through the Dao meridians, absorbing the source energy on the Dao meridians.

The reason why the Purple Spirit Pagoda is a rare talent is because the Dao Vein cannot be changed in color.

There is a Taoist vein on Lingxiao Mountain.

Dao Meridian is the foundation of the existence of all major sword sects. Only by entering the inner gate and becoming an inner gate disciple can one absorb the source energy of Dao Meridian and improve the grade of the spirit tower.

This is why Du Fang has been working hard for seven years to enter the inner gate.

But unfortunately, his identity is commoner, commoner means ordinary people. There has never been a cultivator among his ancestors, so it is impossible for him to have bloodline power in his bones.

Without the nourishment of bloodline power, the sword in his hand will remain an ordinary item throughout his life, and will not be worthy of being displayed in a formal hall, nor will it be possible for him to compete with the top swordsmen on the same stage.

At this moment, Du Fang's heart was already cold. In this life, he would pass by the door of cultivation but would not be able to enter.

He has been in Lingxiao Mountain for seven years, and in six months it will be eight years. After eight years, if he is still an outer disciple, he will be expelled from the mountain and become a mortal.

Without the spiritual warmth of Lingxiao Mountain, the sword energy cultivated for seven years will gradually dissipate. Like his father and elder brother, Du Fang will be trapped on the land for the rest of his life, facing the earth and back to the sky.

Even if you die from working in the fields, your body will be taken away by the landlord and exchanged for gold and silver with cultivators.

The life of a mortal in this world of cultivation is cruel and helpless.

Du Fang practiced hard for seven years, but couldn't even get a spot in a sword fight.

Chen Jiayingxiong are both from wealthy families in Xingluo City. Although they are talented like him and are also from Qingling Tower, they have been outer disciples since they became outer disciples.

Every year, the quota for the fencing competition always falls firmly into the hands of these two people.

Du Fang originally thought that if he worked diligently for his uncle Xuanzhen, he would be able to get a spot, but unfortunately, reality was always so cruel, especially for people at the bottom like them.

He suddenly stood up, walked a few steps, and finally turned back and said, feeling unwilling:

"Uncle Master, is there any chance of redemption?"

His voice was cold and numb.

The quota was finalized by the chief priest. If one wanted to change the name, one had to go to the chief priest. For Xuanzhen in front of him, Du Fang's inquiry only brought a faint hope.

Xuanzhen's face remained calm as he said calmly, "Don't leave in such a hurry!"

"Master, is there anything else?"

Xuanzhen didn't answer. Instead, he looked out at the dense forest below the mountain, frowned slightly, and said, "Why haven't you come yet? The time has almost passed!"

"Why haven't you come yet?" Du Fang was a little puzzled, wondering if Uncle Xuanzhen was still waiting for someone? Was there another person like him, sent out to slay the demon and retrieve the artifact?

Suddenly, above the pavilion, a purple figure suddenly floated down.

A woman, a woman so beautiful that people almost dare not look up, wearing a purple gauze, walking in the distance from the air, like a fairy in the clouds.

The most beautiful thing about her is not her pure and flawless face, but her pair of long, beautiful legs that appear and disappear, swaying up and down in her skirt from time to time.

It is so white, smooth, and has such beautiful curves that one can’t help but want to go up and touch it gently.

Du Fang immediately lowered his head, overwhelmed by the beauty and not daring to look at all.

That was the most beautiful lady of Lingxiao Sword Sect - Li Qingshuang.

Zi Lingta is the most gifted person and is said to be a legendary figure who can break through the ninth realm.

But what attracted people's attention most now was not her graceful waist and slender thighs, but the red coffin she was dragging in her hands.

The coffin was sad and beautiful, painted with bright red paint, just like the blood, and only as long as a sword.

Li Qingshuang landed on the pavilion from a distance and glanced at Du Fang with a look of surprise on her face.

Xuanzhen explained with a smile, "This is the outer disciple Du Fang. This is the Nine-Transformation Green Embryo he brought with him."

"Hello, junior brother!" Li Qingshuang leaned forward slightly.

"Hello, senior sister..." Du Fang responded hurriedly. He felt his face flushed and he began to stutter.

"Are everything ready?" Xuanzhen stared at the red coffin.

"Okay, Master, I'm counting on you!"

Li Qingshuang stacked the coffin on top of the black coffin and stood side by side with Du Fang.

What is Master Xuanzhen planning to do? Two coffins, one red, one black, one large, one small.

Just when Du Fang was at a loss for words, a faint fragrance wafted from beside him. Li Qingshuang stared intently at it, her fair fingers almost sweating. She seemed to be more nervous than anyone else.

Xuanzhen coughed, and with a light wave of his hand, the black and red coffin was in his hand, and a white halo gradually emerged in his hand.

He caressed the black coffin lovingly and murmured, "How many lives were sacrificed for this!"

Taoist Xuanzhen knelt on the ground, and a picture of the pure energy of heaven and earth floated out from his arms, flew above his head, and rotated nine times in a row.

Daotu turned the surrounding air into a huge vortex. The weather became darker and darker, and the white clouds were sucked into the vortex and turned pitch black.

Suddenly, the entire pavilion was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds.

"It's now!"

Xuanzhen shouted loudly, and both coffin lids were opened at the same time.

A black ghost immediately flew out of the coffin.

Xuan Zhen shouted, "Monster, come back here!" A dark green aura emerged from his fingertips and shot towards the black shadow.

The ghost baby in the shadow let out a shrill scream, and a piece of human skin fell out, curling up. A ferocious and terrifying black face emerged from the human skin and bit Xuanzhen's head fiercely.

Xuanzhen didn't even turn his head. A bit of fire emerged from his fingertips, penetrated through his face, burned the human skin into ashes, and scattered in the wind.

Li Qingshuang showed no fear at all. She looked at the scene before her and said sweetly:

"Congratulations, Master, on your great advancement!"

Xuanzhen sighed, "My talent is dull, and it took me thirty years to break through one realm. Unlike you... who advances by a thousand miles a day..."

Although the master was modest, Li Qingshuang knew in his heart that this ghost baby was a creature of the evil spirit of heaven and earth, and the master could subdue it with a wave of his hand. Through his cultivation of mind and Taoism, he had already entered the sixth realm of heaven and man.

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and turned the red coffin over.

In the red coffin, a crystal clear skeleton slowly fell.

Du Fang's face suddenly turned pale. The bones were less than two feet long, clearly the body of an infant. But Xuan Zhen didn't care at all. He lifted the ghost baby's body upside down and pressed it into the white skeleton.

Countless ghosts howled miserably from the ghost baby's mouth, and the sounds of "click" and "hiss" were heard continuously.

"Master, please spare us!"

Xuanzhen snorted coldly, his heart hardened. Three points of fire floated out from between his eyebrows and scattered everywhere. The green vines, white silk, and black mystery were all burned to ashes under the fire.

The screams gradually faded away, and the white bones had completely turned black.