Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1266 As Before (1+12) (Bonus Chapter 25113 for "Hidden Dragon in Action")

As the southern gateway to Luoyang, Xiangxiang has a large population and abundant spiritual resources, so there are even more cultivators. Today, the dignified Master Lü from Gu County has come to preach, and the entire city is packed with people.

Lu Fu sat upright on the jade platform, like an immortal traversing the golden aura.

But in that instant, the dazzling divine light in the sky disappeared, and the rolling crimson color engulfed the horizon. This divine power did not cover the people and cultivators on the ground, but it was laid bare in the sky, as if an endless blood desert had appeared in the sky, with billowing smoke and sand, and the setting sun.

The hazy red light fell into every pair of dull pupils.

It's never too late to verify it now.

The voice was deep, steady, and magnetic, traveling through the void to everyone's ears. In the grand Luoxia prefecture, there were naturally many discerning individuals. These disciples from noble families raised their heads in a daze, gazing at the sky.

'What else could it be verifying?'

Blood-red deserts rolled, long plumes of smoke rose, the setting sun cast its glow, and soldiers and horses neighed in unison.

"Red-cut arrowhead".

The crimson light, like blooming blood amber, shimmered in millions of eyes. The momentary daze was quickly replaced by endless fear and panic.

The name "Red Arrowhead" is certainly well-known, but for a long time, very few people have mastered this technique. Back then, Li Jieyi was a descendant of Mingyang and had exceptional talent. He entered the Tongxuan Dao Dao, but he still encountered obstacles in front of this technique. He practiced hard but could not succeed, so he eventually had to become "Guangchan"!
Whose supernatural power could it be?
Now, there is only one who can dominate both the north and south!
'That King of Wei!'

No matter how improbable the outcome, this divine power shines brightly in the sky, revealing everything—this King of Wei, the White Qilin who utterly defeated the Jianghuai region, came alone from the north, standing silently on the land of Xiangxiang, coldly watching this Taoist Lu evaluate his divine power.

The people on the high platform looked at each other, their spines tingling with fear, as if they had just brushed past the underworld. But before they could savor this fear, an even more dangerous problem was already on the table.

Surely this King of Wei couldn't have come here to discuss philosophy with Lü Fu, could he?
'A battle of magic within the Purple Palace!'

The next instant, the entire jade platform shattered like ceramic, bursting forth with endless streaks of light in all directions. Every cultivator stepped onto their magical artifacts and ran desperately into the distance, with hundreds of streaks of blood-red light shooting out.

They had already used a secret technique that depleted their cultivation!

These thousands upon thousands of rushing figures were like waves on the desert, and a terrifying pressure spread everywhere. People and horses were thrown about in the streets, and the common people had nowhere to hide. They could only kneel on the ground, not daring to move. Only the woman stood silently in the wave, holding the magic treasure, letting the light of the moon gradually envelop her body.

She looked up and gazed intently at the sky.

Besides her, there were others standing quietly without moving.

Lü Fu.

The man stood somewhat stiffly in the blood-red desert under the setting sun, his eyes wide open in disbelief, his pupils locked on the enormous sunset. For a moment, he even thought he was being tricked and was hallucinating.

'Li Zhouwei...wasn't he afflicted by the Qingya Wutu calamity?'

But he had no time to respond. The golden light before him was expanding at an alarming rate. Lu Fu's spiritual sense clearly told him that this was the "Crimson Arrowhead".

'And it's an extremely advanced technique... a direct descendant of the Wei Emperor...'

At this moment, Master Lü felt a mix of emotions, but his pride as a direct descendant of the Lü clan and his dignity as a fellow supernatural being caused only a slight change in his expression. He condensed all the colors in front of him and summoned a golden cauldron.

This treasure was initially no bigger than a fingernail, but it grew rapidly amidst the vast golden energy. However, what grew even faster was the long halberd, whose long spikes shimmered with an extremely dazzling light. The golden cauldron only had time to expand to the size of a fist before it exploded with a clang.

'Too fast…'

Li Zhouwei not only wields the "Crimson Arrowhead," but also has the blessing of "Danger of the King." His scales shine like flames. Although Li Zhouwei's current demeanor is different from his usual fervent and unstoppable aura when he is in deep danger, he is still not to be underestimated.

Back then, Chang Yun didn't even have time to react to Li Zhouwei's full-force halberd strike. Lü Fu, also a Geng metal element cultivator, had an even lower cultivation level and was not as well-prepared as Chang Yun. How could he possibly dodge it?

The golden cauldron was sent flying like a comet in an instant. The golden halberd pierced through Lü Fu's chest, shattering all his spells, and then emerged from behind his body. The crescent-shaped halberd blade lifted his body and sent him soaring into the sky.

Lu Fu felt a chill rush to his mind. Only now did he taste a faint bitterness in his mouth. He felt as if his body was being burned by raging fire, and his whole body was filled with pain.

But in the end, they managed to stop it.

He clasped his hands together, golden light flowing smoothly, supernatural powers sensing each other, all supernatural abilities converging in his palms:

"Let's go now"!
Whether he liked it or not, whether he felt bitter or sorrowful, the words he had just spoken had come true. Rolling golden energy poured out from his palms, like autumn dew, and then gushed out as endless white mist, covering all the crimson at a vast speed.

Lu Fu's figure disappeared.

Since Li Zhouwei mastered the "Red Arrowhead," he has been invincible. Even the "Deceitful Morning" of the Female Water could only hover around three zhang around his body, barely able to stand up to him. Finally, a True Man was able to escape without breaking this divine power.

Only a thick white mist remained, permeating the crimson arrowheads. As Lü Fu escaped, this white mist, which had been as gentle as the morning sun, began to flank and slash wildly, as if it wanted to tear this blood-red world apart!
Lu Fu abruptly vanished from the halberd, stepped out, and walked across the sky. The huge wound on his chest was slowly shrinking, but his face remained solemn.

In that instant, the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, and the blood-red desert faded away.

The King of Wei remained where he was, even though the jade platform was empty and Lü Fu was far away.

The brilliance of "Now Going to the Past" lies here...

As he guessed, this "Now Going to the Past" indeed had the ability to escape. However, unlike "Female Water," this supernatural power's escape would leave behind a long autumn rain in the world of "Red Arrowhead." This rain of Geng Transformation constantly depleted the aura of "Red Arrowhead" and further hindered the pure Yin light of "Red Arrowhead's" transformation of karma!

Li Zhouwei's figure should have appeared behind Lü Fu like a ray of light, but he remained in place.

Master Lü showed no sign of smugness. Seeing Li Zhouwei's thoughtful expression, he felt a chill run down his spine.

His statement, "It is uncertain," does not mean he truly intends to fight Li Zhouwei—at least not in a one-on-one battle! This White Qilin is probably on par with the Great Master. Even though he is a descendant of the Two Lüs, he cannot enter the grotto heaven for cultivation and is ultimately a secular disciple. Facing this person, his life is in danger!

But the King of Wei wouldn't wait for him. His thoughtful expression was just a fleeting image. Intense golden light rushed towards him, and the shadow of the Qilin leaped about like a ferocious beast rushing towards him.

"You are in danger!"
Lu Fu knew, of course, that Mingyang's divine power was unreasonable, just like the Wei Emperor; it was unstoppable when it charged. Even with numerous other methods at hand, he could only raise his hand and grit his teeth, saying:

"[Mysterious Golden Virtue and Precious Light], by imperial decree!"

A brilliant light shone from his palm. Li Zhouwei also raised two fingers in front of him, but they did not have such great power; they were merely a small, bright, and clear flame.

"Li Huo" - [Southern Emperor Xuan Zhui]!
The void beside Lü Fu trembled violently, and light surged forth from all four directions, forming a golden chain that imprisoned him in place. Although the mysterious golden light burst forth, it could only emit a blazing melting sound as it passed through the net and dispersed in all directions.

This move, involving the fire element and the metal element, suddenly puts Lü Fu at a disadvantage!
Against Li Zhouwei, every mistake could be fatal.

The next instant, a burst of color exploded before his eyes, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, as if endless light was rushing through him, making it impossible for him to even see the scene before him clearly.

【Qianyang Bracelet】.

Li Zhouwei's figure was already in front of him.

In an instant, all the illusions in Lü Fu's eyes vanished. He flew like sand and escaped from the golden net in a flash. He managed to get rid of Li Zhouwei's two killing weapons at the same time. He moved a step and barely avoided his whistling halberd!
'Um? '

Astonishment finally appeared in Li Zhouwei's eyes. Seeing Lü Fu retreat several feet in a flash of white light, he realized this man was indeed a direct descendant of the Lü family and possessed some skill. He abruptly drew his sword and shouted sharply:
"Go!"

In an instant, the sword transformed into countless flying feathers, like a storm sweeping across the heavens and earth, landing on Li Zhouwei. It was as if countless golden sparrows were circling in the air, clanging and clattering against his body. Li Zhouwei finally let out a muffled groan, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

With the golden feathers filling the sky, he placed two fingers together in front of his lips and lit a bright flame of life.

It is still [Nan Di Xuan He].

Lü Fu's expression changed slightly.

Golden light burst forth from him from all sides. This technique was valued for its instantaneous and unstoppable nature. Even though he was on guard, he was still temporarily locked in by the layers upon layers of light.

Li Zhouwei, his armor gleaming, unleashed his wondrous [Primordial Transformation] technique and stepped out.

As a marvel of the spirit armor, Li Zhouwei's only two escape methods, even if not as good as the [Chongyang Star-Controlling Treasure Plate], are more than enough to bypass this technique while Lü Fu is distracted!

But this time, facing Li Zhouwei, Lü Fu failed to dissipate into the white mist. Instead, he was firmly trapped within it, hastily activating his supernatural powers, his Taoist robe transforming into a dazzling gold:

"Heavenly Golden Armor"!
'really! ’

Li Zhouwei laughed.

'The power of female water is only enough to break my suppression. Even the [Qianyang Bracelet] has to stop for a moment. If you, with your 'Now Gone,' could dissolve all my supernatural powers and escape all dangers, what would be the point of having female water!'

"The so-called 'now leaving the old' means leaving the old and starting anew. While this may be responsive in all matters, once you enter this dangerous place and leave, you will never be able to return!"

'Since it involves "leaving the old," it must possess the grandeur of "leaving the old." Having already resolved the "Southern Emperor's Mysterious Decree," falling back into it greatly diminishes its grandeur, making further resolution impossible! The Qianyang Bracelet is the same!'

His golden eyes, so close to the king's, were full of amusement and cunning; the king's expression was both calm and cold.

"Fellow Daoist Lü, I have figured it out."

In that instant, Lu Fu's heart was chilled by millennia of ice.

He certainly understood what the other person was saying.

His "Today Goes to the Past" is also a top-tier lineage, rare in the mortal world. When ordinary enemies fight him, they will inevitably respond with a series of techniques. As long as the interval between the two techniques is long enough, they will be neutralized by his supernatural powers one by one. Some opponents who have fought him several times cannot even see the flaws in his techniques!
'Within a few moves, he had already seen through my supernatural abilities… Such cultivation and wisdom, even before the upheavals in the world, would have made him a first-rate genius!'

Lu Fu had a strange feeling, as if the person in front of him was not a cultivator of the same level, but a slow and steady ferocious beast—a white Qilin that toyed with its prey.

'He's the one truly testing my abilities!'

This made him feel powerless. Although he had tried many ways to save his life, and had the "Heavenly Golden Armor" and "Now Departing from the Past" on his body, he was able to keep his life by the skin of his teeth most of the time. He even had many tricks up his sleeve. But he also understood that with such a huge difference in supernatural abilities, the most crucial point had been seen through. He was powerless against this King of Wei.

'Unless… I fix "Destroy Again"!'

In the next instant, his figure, like a dazzling golden meteor, streaked across the sky as the cultivators looked up, crashing heavily onto the jade platform, stirring up flying sand and stones, and shattering jade pieces everywhere!

This Master Lü has been pinned to the ruins of the Jade Platform by a long halberd!

The King of Wei stood beside him, quietly suspended in the sky, his golden pupils shifting slowly, locking onto a certain point in the void.

Then came his calm voice:
"If Fellow Daoist Jiang doesn't make a move soon, I'm going to kill someone."

……

Yinling.

Yinling is a place with low and narrow mountains, a long flow of turbid water, and a chilling atmosphere. The Tao family has lived here since the time of Daliang. Generations of people have built and developed this place, and it is deeply rooted in the local culture. Every pavilion and tower here is noble and simple, reflecting a superior air.

On this hill, there is a pavilion, its white jade gleaming and its carvings exquisite, brimming with spiritual energy. The white jade flows down like a torrent, engulfing the jade tables and chairs below, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

A plaque above the pavilion bears three characters:
【Lingyin Pavilion】.

A young man stood silently below the steps, his brows gleaming with an otherworldly air and his eyes sparkling with light. Beside him stood another man, dressed in worldly attire, his sleeves rolled up, a smiling face bearing his usual obsequious expression. He simply said:
"Jie Xing... Senior... when will you emerge from seclusion...?"

The bright-eyed young man was none other than Tao Jiexing, but he looked very worried at the moment and sighed:

"It should be soon..."

Tao Jiexing seemed somewhat absent-minded, only saying:

"Senior Jia, I haven't been able to see you for days, which inevitably makes me feel guilty..."

"Don't dare!"

Master Jia merely smiled, a hint of hesitation appearing in his eyes, and said:
"I only have one question for you, fellow Daoist. I heard... Lord Wei left you some instructions. I wonder... what are his plans..."

Tao Jiexing was taken aback and sighed inwardly.

The Jia and Wei families had produced many outstanding figures in their ancestors, but now they have fallen on hard times. The two families have been united by marriage for many years, but Jia Zan is the only true man among them. His talent is not much better, and he is unwilling to give up his old reputation to make trouble. So he can only endure year after year.

But things are different now!

"The Song Dynasty conquered the Jianghuai region in one fell swoop, and the flames of war have spread to the north. Xiangxiang is in the south; if fighting breaks out, those two families will be the first to bear the brunt!"

If the past days could be endured with some dignity, the current troubles are truly pressing on his mind, and Jia Zan naturally can't sit still. He has visited Yinling for two out of the past three years, showing great anxiety.

Tao Jiexing, however, seemed unconvinced and frowned, saying:

"Why...why are you doing this? You have the Wei family under your command, and you yourself are a nephew of the Wei family. Although Senior Wei died seeking the Dao, he was still a disciple of a True Lord. If he simply went up the mountain to ask, no one would make things difficult for you..."

Jia Zan lowered his brows and sighed softly:
"That's what they say, but my surname is Jia, and the Wei bloodline down the mountain is unclear. People on the mountain don't like to distinguish by surnames. I can't even establish this connection, let alone have any feelings for him!"

Upon hearing this, Tao Jiexing's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he casually replied:
"Is it really not based on surname?"

Although the words were somewhat cryptic, they ultimately expressed dissatisfaction. Jia Zan simply lowered his head and chuckled inwardly, saying softly:

"I just pulled some strings and found that Uncle Wang from the Lingbao Daoist lineage. Before leaving, I asked him something, and he said..."

"Senior Prince Wang?"

Upon hearing about the Lingbao Daoist lineage, Tao Jiexing's eyes lit up. She had heard that there was a True Lord in the mountains who never left his grotto. But no matter what, he was still a True Lord!
Jia Zan smiled wryly:
He said: "Avoiding it will bring no disaster, not avoiding it will bring good fortune."

Tao Jiexing said:

"This is a request for you to make your own decision."

Jia Zan shook his head and said seriously:

"That's not right. Where can the Jia and Wei families hide? Fellow Daoist, think about it. Which of us who live in Luoyang didn't have a respectable ancestor? We were either inheritors of this lineage or descendants of that lord. Although we've lost our dignity and can't compare to Gu County now... we still have some face left."

"Once you get involved, it'll be a serious matter!"

His expression was ambiguous, a smile that was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or genuine laughter, as he said:

"Just look at my Jia family. If something happens to us, if we lose some of our supernatural powers, and people hear about it, they'll just say that our calamity has come. But if you retreat without a fight, abandon your noble status, and hide away somewhere, that would be terrible! If our ancestors' fellow disciples hear about it, wouldn't we lose face?"

He smiled and said:
"I can't do this kind of thing."

Clearly, these noble families, having been left to their own devices in Luoyang for so many years, harbored some resentment. Jia Zan's words were fair, but laced with sarcasm. Tao Jiexing simply said:
"Then there's only one thing to say: sit and wait for your death."

After confirming it several times, Jia Zan finally figured it out and was secretly awestruck.

'I went to Zhixuan, and that kid clearly has a grudge. What could it be? He's just standing up for Wei Xuanyin, which shows the mountain doesn't support him…'

'Then the Tao family has no backing left!'

He was indeed a hundred years older, and he already had a good idea of ​​what was going on, but before he could say anything, the two immortals raised their heads and looked south as if they had noticed something.

The sky was low and gloomy, and through the faint white mist, one could vaguely see the rolling blood desert and the soaring killing intent.

This scene was like a boulder thrown into a lake, shattering both of their hearts. Tao Jiexing remained stunned, while Jia Zan jumped up from his seat, exclaiming in horror:
"Red-striped arrowhead?"

"King Wei?! His injuries have healed?!"

Luoyang is not very big, far smaller than the Jianghuai region. In the south, when fighting breaks out, the supernatural powers are astounding, and you can see the horizon even from inside the mountain gate!

He turned his head blankly, met the gaze of the boy beside him, and exclaimed in surprise:

"The Song Dynasty has attacked!"

Jia Zan had never imagined this day would come so quickly; he felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had caved in, and he cried out in despair:

'That's right, Tao's own business is in dire straits, how could he possibly offer me any advice!'

As if to reflect the thoughts of the two, flying swords flew across the sky one after another, the sound of jade talismans breaking in sleeves rang out one after another, and the bells above Yinling rang out rapidly, resounding through the sky.

"Dong dong dong..."

Jia Zan hurriedly took half a step forward, then turned around in a flash, grabbed Tao Jiexing's hand, and said:

"Xuanwei! Senior Xuanwei!"

Tao Jiexing immediately understood what he meant.

The two of them alone are not even qualified to stand in front of Li Zhouwei, let alone the fact that it is impossible for it to be just Li Zhouwei who came!
At this moment, Wei Xuanyin's face appeared in his mind. The young man slightly shifted his gaze and whispered:

"My elder has not yet emerged from seclusion. I will go into the pavilion to summon him. Please, senior, go ahead!"

Without Xuanwei, how dare Jia Zan stand in the way of the Song Dynasty? Hearing this, a chill ran through him, but he couldn't remain seated and indifferent. He could only say:
"I went to observe the situation earlier!"

He stepped into the void and disappeared. Only then did Tao Jiexing stand up. She took a few anxious steps downstairs, and finally, unable to contain her emotions, she hurriedly went upstairs and gently pushed open the door.

"crunch..."

To his surprise, a middle-aged man was already sitting in the pavilion. He was refined and looked very serious, holding a cup of hot tea and sipping it slowly.

"Uncle-Master..."

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said indifferently:

"The Song army has arrived."

Tao Jiexing lowered her eyes and said:

"Yes…"

Xuanwei stood up, his expression complex, and said:
"Too fast...too fast...The North is still debating who can replace Qi Lanyan, and who dares to replace Qi Lanyan, and he has already...trampled Luoyang!"

The middle-aged man said quietly:

"After all, it is a white Qilin."

Tao Jiexing didn't know how to answer him, so she could only wait silently by his side. The middle-aged man walked step by step to the windowsill, pushed open the white jade carved window, and his gaze drifted lightly to the distance, to the blood desert that stretched across the sky.

'Red-skinned arrowhead.'

The gaze of the True Man Xuanwei gradually darkened, filled with complexity and loss. This was the first time he had seen this Bright Sun Divine Power, yet he already felt quite familiar with it.

His senior brother, the former Xuanchan Zhenren, visited this place time and again, explaining this supernatural power to him with either hope or disappointment, his eyes shining with a golden longing.

This senior brother lived under the roof of the Tao family, and his ancestors for generations were all worthless ordinary people, so much so that his seniority was even much lower than Xuanwei's... But in his early years, he had extraordinary perseverance and studied diligently, which deeply impressed Xuanwei. Xuanwei had repeatedly devoted himself to studying, hoping to offer this senior brother even a word or two of inspiration. Li Jieyi, seeing that he was mostly studying the Mingyang Way, was deeply moved and simply said:

"The 'Crimson Arrowhead' strikes through the Yin and Yang realms with astonishing force; I swear I will make sure my junior brother sees it!"

Until his master's passing, this senior brother came to Yinling for the last time. It seemed he had just met with some people from the Great Mu Dharma Realm. His mind was in turmoil, and his voice choked with emotion as he said:

"My Master repeatedly warned me before his death, fearing I might be harmed by the 'Red Arrowhead.' Now it seems that even the Bright Sun is in the way, and I cannot cross this threshold! I will surrender, I will... surrender!"

Xuanwei, who was stubborn by nature in his youth, was immediately enraged and felt extremely ashamed. He severed ties with him and said bitterly:
"I only believe that my senior brother perished in Canzi! That is why I was not allowed to see the light of Chongyin Duye!"

After saying this, he went about his own business and arranged the funeral for his senior brother, which became known to all the cultivators. Li Jieyi lost face and dared not see him. He covered his face and left. From then on, there was one less Xuanchan Zhenren and one more Guangchan Mohe.

Xuanwei never saw him again until his death, but now, for some reason, Xuanwei just stands there blankly in front of the window, staring straight at the light in the sky.

"The Crimson Arrowhead... Junior Brother saw it, and indeed it was magnificent and awe-inspiring..."

"Senior brother... Master was right, you... were ultimately killed by the 'Crimson Arrowhead'!"

Guangchan's Daoist name is Xuanchan. In Chapter 1114, it was previously written as Xuanjie of Xuanjie Huaye. However, since there is more Xuanjie Huaye's lineage of Xuanjie in the later chapters, this has been corrected to avoid confusion.