Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1114 Persimmon
The air is gentle and graceful.

White mist was floating gently in the attic, the bronze jade platform was shining brightly, a man in a black robe stood beside the platform, mysterious runes were reflected in his pupils.

A hint of smile appeared in his pupils.

Back then, the clan exchanged for martial arts techniques and used up all of their immortal skills, leaving only twelve. Before he went into seclusion, he killed Dai Xi and abolished Chi Luo, and reached the age of seventy-seven.

But now, there are exactly two hundred and ninety-six!

He was in seclusion practicing, and Li Ximing didn't gain much, but this time in the battle of Baixiang - he had 219 immortal skills!

This is an astonishing number!
"The most important thing about immortal skills is killing. Back then, Chengyan was only able to kill 57 people, and Nusaki was 35... and the number of Daixi and Chiluo that were not killed was only 65..."

'This can roughly judge the value of the Purple Mansion's supernatural power and compassion. Guangchan is a fifth-generation Maha and a Buddhist monk. His value should be far beyond that of an ordinary Purple Mansion mid-stage. But even so... it may not reach the level of more than 200.'

'It seems that as the favored one of [Baoya Jindi], he has some flavor of the master of Xiaoshitu, and has added a lot of extra!'

Li Zhouwei pondered for a while, quite satisfied, and sneered secretly:
"I wonder how much magical power Queliyu and Jiang Toushou have!"

The "Red Broken Arrowhead" made up for his lack of flexibility. In this battle, Li Zhouwei also gained a lot from killing Guangchan. He already had a plan in mind:
"I have 'Jun Dao Wei' for charging, 'Chi Duan Jian' for walking, and 'Ye Tian Men' for suppressing. I have made up for all the skills. Except for those great immortals and great mahas, no one can say that they can suppress me. But it is not without flaws."

"More than enough brute force, but not enough killing intent."

Li Zhouwei was able to kill Guangchan, and the magical treasures in the hands of Yang Ruizao and Tinglan played a big role. If he faced the enemy alone, if he wanted to suppress and kill him, he still couldn't get around the shortcomings of "Yetianmen" and "Huayang Wangyue" which were heavy and slow.

'To this day, the fourth-grade [Shangyao Fuguang] can no longer keep up with my magical power. [Diqi Guang] is quite powerful with the blessing of [Chiduanjian], and can suppress Tuoba Ci, who is at the middle stage of Zifu, but it is the light of Yangji, which is good at winning by surprise, not by direct confrontation, and does not have the power to kill him head-on.'

"I need a magic method that matches the correct one!"

But Li Zhouwei searched for it, frowning, but still couldn't find anything that satisfied him:
The techniques here can be roughly divided into two categories. One is the way of Mingyang Emperor, which uses the majestic imperial power to suppress the enemy. Most of them are symbolized by "visiting the Heavenly Gate" and "the king walking in danger", but ultimately they cannot escape the word "sinking". If there is no control, the enemy will be broken up into small pieces, like the grass and scatter among the people, and it will be difficult to control them.

The second category takes the symbols of "Changming Steps" and "Zhaoche Heart", which are the way of taking yin to replenish yang and cultivating immortals. Although it is flexible and has many changes, and even somewhat unlike the magic of Mingyang, it is difficult to have the intention of overbearing and killing.

He looked around and found that the prices of the spells were getting higher and higher. He could only relax the conditions a little and include the Fire of Departure in the list. Then he considered which spells would match his own magical powers. Only then did he find a few spells that he liked.

The technique of Lihuo Mingyang [Nandi Xuanji Method] and the technique of Taiyang Mingyang [Wenri Xianyang Shu].

[The Southern Emperor's Mysterious Pickup Technique] is essentially the method of fire separation. It uses the resonance of life and the void to construct a pick. It is very powerful. What is even more magical is that this technique is based on the void. Once it is summoned, it will fall from the top of the enemy's head out of thin air. Not only is it extremely difficult to guard against, but it also has the ability to bind the enemy after being hit.

Just for this reason, Li Zhouwei liked it very much.

【Asking the Sun and Revealing the Yang Book】is based on the "Sun", and also has the ability to bind and divide. With the ancient "Sun" magical power "Seeing the Sky" and the current "Dividing the Yang Hairpin" as the foundation, it can greatly break the magical power, lock the body, making it impossible to escape or hide.

It can be said that both have their own merits. [Nandi Xuanji Fa] has a wider range of applications, but [Asking the Sun and Seeing the Yang Book] has a stronger murderous intent. After comparing them for a long time, Li Zhouwei finally chose the former.

"It is very close to Lihuo Mingyang. Although the sun is not far away, it is much more difficult. In addition, the [Southern Emperor Xuanji Method] is to resonate life with the void. I have an extraordinary destiny, so it is easier for me to practice."

Apart from this, there is another small consideration - [Ask the Sun and the Book of Yang Appears] is related to the sun. As long as it is related to yin and yang, its value will skyrocket, and it is seventy immortal powers more expensive than the former!
'My uncle still has a lot of skills accumulated, enough for him to practice for a hundred or two hundred years. He won't need them in the short term, but the two younger generations are about to come out of seclusion, and I need to buy more skills for them... I'll save as much as possible.'

So he burned incense and prayed, waiting for news from heaven. He spent 110 immortal powers before turning around and returning, all the way to the place where he practiced, and entered into a state of meditation.

……

The courtyard is magnificent.

A huge black tree stood in the middle of the courtyard, its yellow-green leaves covering the sky and the ground. Pale pink buds were hidden among the treetops, looking particularly pleasing. The brilliant purple-gold light of the formation shone through the treetops and scattered on the ground in fragments.

The Wanling flower has bloomed on Wangyue Lake for generations, and the Li family has never treated this spiritual root badly. In just over a hundred years, this spiritual root has grown so thick that it takes several people to hug it, and it has become extremely prosperous.

The ground, which had always been flat and clean, was now piled with spiritual rice that rose and fell like small hills. It looked golden under the shining light. A small jar of mysterious light was suspended in the air, swallowing the spiritual rice one by one like a whale sucking water.

Li Xuanxuan stood by the steps for a while, praising him, half with heartache:

"The Purple Mansion Spiritual Weapon is indeed quite good!"

As soon as he said this, the Qingyi Zhenren beside him immediately spoke up and said with a polite smile:
"Old senior! After all, it is a spiritual treasure. Ordinary real people can't even ask for it. Qing Hu is so envious!"

Although Li Xuanxuan's cultivation was low, his current status was extremely high. When Sima Yuanli heard the news that Li Zhouwei had killed Guangchan, he could not even feel jealous. He was quite trying to please him and his attitude was extremely humble.

Li Xuanxuan shook his head repeatedly:
"Your Excellency is too kind..."

Sima Yuanli was here to guard the lake. Li Ximing had other ideas in mind and specially called him up. Now he smiled with his hands behind his back, watching the last strand of spiritual rice pouring into the jar, and said:
"Come!"

As soon as he said this, the small jar immediately fell into his palm, emitting a dark light. The immortal said:
"Although this [粢土] has been refined, it still needs spiritual nourishment. Let it eat its fill first. There is no need to take care of it for a few decades."

This wonder is beyond Xiao Xiu's imagination. Li Xuanxuan sighed deeply, stared at this treasure for a long time, and replied:
“It’s like a living thing.”

Li Ximing has already walked to the persimmon tree.

This spiritual root is as thick as a bucket, with lush branches and leaves. The light green leaves are lush and green, and the fruit is swaying and hidden on the branches. When it sees Li Ximing walking towards it, it immediately shakes and trembles, making a rustling sound like rain.

At the same time, Li Ximing's life-control ability also sensed the spiritual nature of this spiritual root - with just a thought, he could make the spiritual root disappear and become an ordinary thing.

The real person lifted up the treasure and said with a smile:

"You and my Li family have been connected for many years, and today it is complete!"

Suddenly, strong winds rolled, countless dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the earth shook slightly. The spiritual root was locked by Mingyang's magical power. Every root was completely separated from the ground and floated into the air.

The spirit was so frightened that it immediately let out a faint cry for mercy, causing the old ape beside it to step forward in panic, worry in his eyes.

The immortal then threw the magic treasure, and the fist-sized mouth of the jar immediately expanded, rolling up a strong gravitational force. It seemed that fertile soil was revealed in it, clustered among the clouds and mist, swaying with a mysterious light!
[Ming Qi]!
This huge spiritual root disappeared in an instant, but the black jar spun around, the colors became more and more brilliant, and the golden patterns vertically distributed on the surface of the jar became brighter, making it look more and more like a wooden jar.

Amidst the brilliant green light, several young branches as thin as needles emerged from the mouth of the jar, coiled around, and blossomed into small yellow flowers, swaying in joy. A fragrance immediately spread. Li Ximing took the magic treasure, and Sima Yuan praised:

“So spiritual!”

Li Ximing turned the mouth of the jar, and a piece of fertile soil was projected out. The swaying persimmon tree stood in the colorful light. Although the branches and leaves had not changed much, the aura had become obscure and unclear, completely different.

Sima Yuanli saw it clearly and exclaimed:

"The life of this spiritual root has become one with the spiritual treasure. It is very different. The design of the ancient cultivator is really amazing!"

As the owner of the spiritual treasure, Li Ximing felt it more clearly. What the persimmon tree lent was its life, and what the [Tian Yang Weng] provided was its status. When the two were combined into one, the nourishment received by the persimmon tree was extremely terrifying, and the [Tian Yang Weng] also became very spiritual, and was able to fight the enemy independently.

'We complement each other, but unfortunately, if we let this spiritual persimmon leave the [Heavenly Nourishing Jar] in the future, I am afraid that this spiritual root will not survive. Not only that, but we have to spend a lot of magical power to nurture the spiritual treasure... However... Purple Mansion spiritual roots are hard to find, and the spiritual persimmon is good enough.'

Li Ximing was still not satisfied. He raised his hand slightly, and saw a colorful light turning into a pair of scissors. He cut off a branch of the persimmon tree, and took out a finger-sized piece of ebony from his sleeve. He turned around and said with a smile:
"Daoist friend Qing Hu - use some of your female fluids."

Sima Yuanli understood immediately and summoned the gourd. With a thought, the [Qingye Chunyuan], which was famous for curing illness, bringing life back to life, and rebuilding the body, immediately surged out and poured down. Li Ximing gathered his sleeves and issued an order:

"I will now teach you a true method to create a different body."

Then his fingertips lit up, and the light of the world suddenly lit up:

'This light controls the universe, balances heaven and earth, matches the gods, and questions the universe!'

Worthy of God!
Suddenly, there was a bright and clear light, and the [Soul-Listening Mulberry Wood] melted in the female water. A shape emerged, and a child was born out of thin air.

This woman was beautiful, with red lips and jade-like face, wearing feathered clothes with hair tied together, sleeves fluttering in the wind, and colorful makeup on her cheeks. She looked around with a pair of bright eyes, looked around in confusion, knelt down hurriedly, and said in a crisp voice:

"I've met the master!"

Li Ximing withdrew his hand with satisfaction and laughed. Sima Yuanli was stunned for a long time and said in silence:
"Zhao Jing...what a magical power!"

Li Ximing rolled up his sleeves, like plucking the bright moon from the water, and took down the mysterious urn, letting the Taoist boy keep it, and said with a smile:
"It's just a side path!"

One has to praise Li Ximing's ability. [The World is Bright] and [The Divine Body] are extremely compatible, otherwise he would not have been able to achieve [The Divine Body] so quickly. And [The World is Bright] turned outward, and it had to be more in line with the "match" of a god, and he actually managed to make this thing.

So he looked up and down and said:
"It was born in a jar... and it is a persimmon tree..."

These words inexplicably made Li Xuanxuan raise his head and look at him questioningly, but Li Ximing hesitated and said:
"Weng Shi doesn't sound nice, so...just call yourself Shi'er."

Li Xuanxuan closed his eyes slightly, and hesitated as he was about to speak. He pondered in his heart:
"Weng Shi... That Zhao Guang Xuan Zi Ling Zhen, it was really named by this kid. This time Shi Er sounds much better..."

Li Ximing didn't care too much, and listened to the boy's crisp voice:

"Master, Shi'er understands!"

Li Ximing asked a few questions casually and turned around. Shi'er immediately lowered his head and made faces at the white ape at his feet, shocking the old ape so much that he shook his head repeatedly, with tears in his eyes.

The old ape has been taking care of the flowers and trees in the yard for a hundred years. He has become a parent to her. How could he not be happy to see her achieve success?
Li Ximing had a rough idea in his mind:

"His mind is that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old... He has some memories... At least he can recognize people."

This was already a very good result. He didn't use any good materials to make Shi'er's body. It was as fragile as a piece of paper in the battle of Zifu. He just needed to put it into the spiritual treasure, and the rest of the things would be much easier:
'Bai Yinzi, who cannot compete with Xuan Yi in fighting, has his own advantages. His body is maintained by my magical power, and there is no limit to his life span. Who knows what he will become after a few generations.'

He turned around and smiled at Sima Yuanli. This Qinghu Zhenren seemed absent-minded and remained silent. After seeing his look, he finally came to his senses and said:

"I have already found the [Broken Branch Spiritual Transmutation] that Zhao Jing needs."

Then he took out a jade box from his sleeve and gently opened it. There were five or six short wings tied together like falling flowers. Li Ximing was immediately delighted and said:

"Good good!"

This item is the raw material of [Canyang Duanjia Pill]. Li Ximing had been unable to figure out the recipe for this pill earlier. Later, he got the guidance of Li Zhouwei and finally understood it. Now that Sima Yuanli has found the spiritual item, he said happily:

"According to the agreement, after the pill is completed, I will give you four Qing Hu pills!"

Sima Yuanli smiled and nodded, but he was actually a little absent-minded. In fact, he didn't need this thing, but just wanted to repay the favor of the alchemist for a long time and make more friends...

But before he could say more, Li Ximing smiled and said:
"I have something to trouble you, Daoist Brother Qing Hu."

Sima Yuanli smiled and listened to Li Ximing:
"Since you have seen the [Heavenly Nourishing Urn], I have explained it clearly. There is a [Tai Ji] in the [Heavenly Nourishing Urn], which has the power to imprison and deprive."

Sima Yuanli raised his eyebrows, as if puzzled, but the Taoist monk in golden and white robes smiled coldly and said indifferently:

"If you could imprison a supernatural power, take away its magic, and nourish it... wouldn't it be comfortable?"

Sima Yuanli was frozen in place, and it took him a while to react. It was as if he was getting to know the real person in front of him all over again. He felt a chill in his heart, and after a long while he said:
“It’s really difficult!”

Li Ximing looked at him with a smile and said slowly:
"I, Li Ximing, will naturally not capture anyone to refine, but some indescribable monsters... there is always a chance - if not, some of the spirit beasts and mounts of the earth can also be used!"

Sima Yuanli then lowered his head slightly and began to think deeply. Li Ximing stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sparkling lake with a smile.

He invited Sima Yuanli to come not only to use [Qingye Chunyuan], but also to say these words in front of him and to serve as a footnote for his future actions - of course, [Taiji] was not Li Ximing's real purpose.

Even if there was no [Thai Sacrifice], there would still be hatred and grudges, and there would still be a need for spiritual objects. Li Ximing went to Southern Xinjiang to pave the way for this matter. It was nothing more than a good or bad excuse.

"Before Jiang Qian leaves the border, the matter of Qinglu must be settled!"