Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1313 The Momentum Rises
As Tian Huo and the others disappeared, the flames in the sky grew even brighter, unmoved by the falling rain. Tian Que's gaze gradually calmed, and strings of blazing red flames ignited from within:
"God of destiny".

At the same time, the endless fire, like a heavenly road, stretched from his feet to the old man in the straw hat. The true fire on Tian Que's face was bright, and his fist swept across all the light, arriving in an instant, already in front of Xiao Chuting!

In comparison, Tian Que has one less supernatural power than Xiao Chuting. In this cave, he is greatly suppressed, but he still does things his own way and dares to strike first!
The old man remained expressionless, his figure as elusive as a ghost, always maintaining a foot's distance from the billowing crimson flames of the fist, leaving a long trail of heavenly fire in his wake, with towering, treacherous mountains converging on either side.

"Positions are precarious."

The treacherous mountains and waterfalls cascaded down like flexible gray ropes, clinging to his fists and binding the true fire. Tian Que was not about to give up; flames suddenly shone in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.

"Heavenly Fire"!
He used the flames to break free of the treacherous mountain and unleashed hundreds of punches into the Kan River in an instant. But the moment his supernatural powers shone, the person before him sank into the thick black clouds and vanished without a trace.

'Long clouds darken'...

Tian Que's fighting style was straightforward, but after several moves, not a single punch landed. Clearly dissatisfied, he immediately raised his hand, placed it on his waist, and drew out a golden token.

This golden token was extremely peculiar, about three fingers wide, and was tightly pressed between the pads of his two fingers. As his arm slid, the sharp point ripped through the sky, as if tearing open a crack, spewing out a blazing, bright golden flame!
His fiery eyes looked over, and he said coldly:

"Fellow Daoist Xiao!"

But what responded to him was a bubbling sound in the mist, as if it had pierced through the dense dark clouds. The old man's figure had long since disappeared, and a woman stepped out.

This person was extremely tall, with his hair tied up and adorned with a hairpin. He was exceptionally handsome, with soft eyes, a fair complexion, and a golden osmanthus pattern between his eyebrows, as if shining with shimmering moonlight.

Most remarkably, her cheeks bore faint, tear-like moon-like lines that flickered with her breath, revealing the moon-like patterns as her wide robe billowed in the wind. Her voice was gentle and kind.
"Senior, why get so angry?"

For a fleeting moment, Tian Que's movements froze in mid-air, a rare hesitation flickering in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow and said:
"Fairy Han Ling... Congratulations, Fairy."

"Senior, you're welcome."

The powerful waters of the mansion surged forth, imprisoning his raging true fire in mid-air. She pressed her hand to the sword at her waist, her voice utterly still:

"By sheer chance, this purple ginseng has trapped me for ninety-one years. Now that I have finally crossed it, with the opening of the Great Lingchuan, water-virtue cultivators from all directions are coming. I have no choice but to come as well."

Tian Que stared at her, the flames on his body growing ever brighter:
"I wonder what kind of skills Master Xiao possesses that enabled him to command the immortal descendant of the wall."

His words carried a hint of respect—the woman before him was none other than the Han Clan Master of Changjun!

The Han family of Changjun has cultivated the Three Yin for generations and is a descendant of Yuanxia Zhenjun. Yuanxia Zhenjun was the second disciple of the Taiyin Grand Master of the ancient Douxuan lineage and the Douxuan Master of Yuanxia!

The Zhang family's background is definitely powerful enough, being a prestigious lineage of the Golden Dao... But if we're talking purely about the nobility of bloodline, even Tian Que would be inferior to this person.

'Judging solely by bloodline, she can even be compared to the bloodline of my True Lord's past life…'

Yuanxia Zhenjun was a kind man with many disciples. He was one of the Thirteen Immortals of Taizhong, and he often offered guidance and helped people in their difficulties. He had connections with various Daoist lineages, and many important figures had received his help. His affinity with Daoist masters was excellent.

He himself rarely looked after the clan and left behind no great treasures. As a result, in the subsequent changes of the Han clan, no one was able to reach the level of a True Lord. At most, they could only cultivate to the point of forming a spiritual core or achieve a divine elixir. Thus, he did not affect the interests of any family.

For this reason, the Three Mysteries have experienced many ups and downs and changes over the years, with battles so fierce that the heavens and earth collapsed. Even the noble bloodlines have seen decline and extinction. However, no matter which family was at its peak, they almost always took good care of the Han family, so that they still have many descendants to this day. Naturally, Tian Que would not neglect her!
The osmanthus pattern between Han Ling's brows flickered for a moment, and she said softly:
"It's nothing special. This junior has a heart that seeks the Dao and wishes to see Senior Xiao prove his Dao. That's all."

Tian Que's gaze sharpened as he met her clear and resolute eyes, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him.
Water and fire are mutually reinforcing. His Tianque's true fire and Han Ling's Fushui are in very similar situations. Han Ling's words are not wrong. For a cultivator who is determined to seek the Dao, this is enough!
He nodded slightly:
"Okay! That's all."

Tian Que showed no mercy, continuing to wave the golden token in his hand. In an instant, the crack widened, and flames surged out like a waterfall, surrounding him and making him appear like a god.

The intense flames engulfed everything, even isolating a small world within this grotto, which subtly reduced the influence of the grotto's blessing on him, and all its power was suppressed on the woman in front of him!

"Boom!"

The interplay of water and fire was reflected in the old man's pupils. Xiao Chuting's gaze showed no surprise, but was filled with endless coldness and calm.

'Good, she made her move.'

'Han Ling has only just broken through to the Great True Person realm; she is definitely no match for Tian Que, who wields the [Blazing Golden Pivot]... We must be wary.'

His gaze quickly shifted from the water and fire to the person before him. This person had an elegant appearance, was extremely tall, wore black cloud boots, and possessed a clean and neat demeanor. Beneath the calm surface, there surged supernatural power.

The great master bowed respectfully and said softly:
"excuse me."

Without a word, the surging light coalesced, and the divine power over the Kan Water was perfected. The Great Master drew his sword.

A bright red blade of light pierced the sky, like a beam descending from the heavens. Hidden beneath that brilliance was an extremely dense blue cloud. The man in red shone down like a spring breeze.

'Wu Qian, Shan Yin.'

These two great masters from Western Shu arrived on clouds, their actions quite cautious. However, Xiao Chuting didn't even lift an eyelid, simply stepping forward, causing Shan Yin's gaze to flicker for a moment.

'who? ’

'How can he be so confident!'

Just as the crimson light, like divine punishment, was about to fall, a thick, pure aura finally swept in from the east. The man standing in front of the two men wore a wide-sleeved robe, had a gourd tied around his waist, and carried a stone tablet on his back. His sleeves were slightly charred, but he still possessed an ethereal, otherworldly air, which startled the two men.

'Why him...?!'

It was actually Chi Guang!
If it were Yang Ruiyi or even Li Zhouwei who came, neither of them would have any doubts. But the person in front of them had absolutely no connection with Xiao Chuting, and even if they did, it wouldn't be a good relationship!

Dan Yin's gaze was filled with shock, and his voice resounded:

"Fellow Daoist Chiguang—what is the reason for this!"

Upon hearing the words "fellow Daoist," a rare hint of sarcasm appeared on Chi Guang's usually emotionless face. He didn't answer the question, but instead laughed:

"Ji Mu is also impersonating the Great Master."

This sarcastic and cold remark, delivered in front of almost half of the great cultivators in the world, filled Shan Yin's eyes with disbelief, and his face instantly turned ugly.

Wu Rong's gaze, however, had already settled on Han Ling in the distance, and gradually became clear.

Master Chiguang was a distinguished guest of the Han family. The Han family provided a great deal of help to this master from Jin in his rise to power. The fact that Master Chiguang was not nipped in the bud and that the early Linxiang Pavilion was able to occupy a place in Jin in the Great Martial Realm was inseparable from the Han family's full support!

'He has no particular likes or dislikes, but since the Han family has made their stance clear, he will definitely stand by their side—besides, he cultivates pure qi!'

"The Pure Qi is the ancestor of morality, possessing the virtue of attaining the Dao. Even if he no longer cultivates the orthodox path of immortality, he will not let go of the opportunity to accumulate his own image!"

But everyone's attention had already shifted away from this spot. Xiao Chuting continued forward, and as he approached step by step, as if responding to some unseen force, the vast, cold, black, and boundless prison beneath his feet began to tremble slowly.

But at this moment, Xiao Chuting finally stopped, and a soft sigh echoed through the sky:

"Fellow Daoist Murong...do you also want to stop me?"

He looked up and saw that the gloomy mist in the sky had already covered the rain clouds. It seemed that something sinister was rapidly approaching from within the mist, breaking through all the obscurity and revealing its form.

This is a palm strike.

This palm strike filled the sky, unimaginably large. Various supernatural powers shone through it, finally creating a Daoist technique whose size was significant even before the [Questioning Prison].

Xiao Chuting's gaze pierced through the thick mist and saw the person standing in the shadows—disheveled, with scriptures painted on his sleeves, shimmering with a ghostly light, and looking quite old.

This was also an old man, seemingly ordinary, but the Yin water behind him stretched to the heavens and the earth, divided into five streams, filling the eyes of every supernatural being below, causing them to look shocked.

He possesses perfect supernatural powers and is proficient in all five methods.

Murong Tail Palace.

'His supernatural powers have reached perfection!'

As the world changes, the True Lords are no longer seen. The highest level of immortal cultivation in the human world is supernatural power. The rank of the person who has reached the pinnacle of supernatural power and possesses all five methods has changed constantly from ancient times to the present, but it has never been lower!
The attainment of perfect supernatural powers is the minimum threshold for ancient cultivators to transform into divine pills, and also the only person who can sit under the seat of a True Lord and relay messages on their behalf!
The shadow of the female water enveloped the surrounding area, but the old man in the straw raincoat remained unmoved.

This True Man Murong cultivates in the north of Yan State. He is one of the few pure immortal cultivators in the Murong family and the current Emperor of Yan's uncle. He cultivates the Yin Water. Because he is close to the North Sea, Xiao Chuting has been discussing the Dao with him for many years. Among the many great immortals in the cave, he is most familiar with Xiao Chuting.

Xiao Chuting had long known that he possessed supernatural powers.

However, the old man who discussed the Dao at the banquet in Cangzhou back then ultimately stood on the opposite side of Xiao Chuting and became the first cultivator with perfected supernatural powers to stop him.

He simply raised his hand, two fingers together in front of him, and whispered:
"Entering the pit, there are obstacles to coming and going; the yin water is not full, so why should there be any difficulties?"

In an instant, the surging water in the entire cave seemed to freeze for a moment. Vast waves surged from every corner of the world, all converging around the old man. The water beneath his feet suddenly caved in, and from east to west, a palm print in the sky condensed on the vast sea.

"Tick."

The vast power in the sky seemed to plunge into bottomless deep water, the giant hand plunged into the palm print, without any waves or loud noise, only a light sound of water, turning into drops of fine rain, sprinkling on the old man's raincoat.

Xiao Chuting gazed at the horizon.

Murong Weidian lowered his head, and facing his old friend's words, he closed his eyes. The light of his vaginal fluids gathered on his body, his lips were tightly closed, yet his voice was inexplicably very soft:

"From both a moral and logical standpoint, I should grant your request."

The old man sat upright on a cloud, but a person emerged from the shadows behind him, turned around, flicked his sleeves, and strode forward with his hands behind his back.

The young man was handsome and dashing, with a fair complexion and rouge, resembling Murong Weidian in his youth. He wore a white and red robe, a belt around his waist, and held a heavy, blunt sword in one hand, which rested on his other free hand. His lips parted slightly:

"But my surname is Murong, and I am the protector of the Yan Kingdom. I cannot disobey the emperor's command."

As the last word echoed in the air, the sword in his hand gleamed.

This guardian deity of the Yan Kingdom was none other than a highly accomplished cultivator with exceptional swordsmanship skills!
Xiao Chuting is the one who has attained enlightenment here, but who among those who come to this grotto-heaven is not a peerless talent? Murong Weidian rose from his youth, entered the Daoist path, and has been guarding the northern lands in his old age. He has never been defeated and is an unparalleled genius who has suppressed the cultivation world of Yan Kingdom with his own strength!
The world before Xiao Chuting's eyes had been divided into two halves. One half was filled with surging dark clouds, layer upon layer, stretching for thousands of miles. The other half was filled with boundless black water, like the ocean, with a narrow crevice in the center.

At the far end of that place, a dashing young man with handsome features stood sideways, holding a sword in one hand, his gaze resolute, pointing directly at the man's brow. On the other side, an old man sat cross-legged, his exposed, aged cheeks mottled and lifeless, his hands clasped together.

It was as if only these two people existed in the world!

Under the illumination of the boundless female waters, Xiao Chuting had to face simultaneously the renowned and spirited Second Prince Murong Weidian of Yan Kingdom and the seasoned and experienced Great Master Murong Weidian who guarded the northern frontier!
Xiao Chuting was finally moved and exclaimed in admiration:

"Your feminine powers have reached their pinnacle."

The old man at the other end remained silent, his hands clasped together, while the young man's voice was loud and spirited, carrying a unique air of youthful vigor.

"We've been discussing the Dao for years, yet we haven't had a chance to fight with all our might. It's a pity that you're about to prove your Dao, fellow Daoist!"

"pity!"

Xiao Chuting gazed at him from afar, a hint of admiration indeed in his eyes. He smiled and shook his head, quietly saying:
"It's a pity that I cannot grant your wish today."

All eyes turned to him, only to discover that, without anyone noticing, another person was standing next to the old man.

The man appeared to be a young man, with flowing robes and long, loose hair. He held a string of ink beads in his hand, and a bronze cauldron sat quietly at his waist, emitting a faint, shimmering light.

His eyes were slightly narrow, and his nose was quite high. His eyes were a clear, bright green, like a bottomless pool of water, yet they shimmered with a cold light.

A hint of surprise appeared on Murong Weidian's young face, and his bright eyes focused on his face:
"Chi Buzi?"