Born with immortal seed

Chapter 11 The Power of a True Person
The storeroom where the Bai family cultivators finally hid was originally just an ordinary stone house, but now it was wrapped in layers of black bamboo. When the magic weapon hit it, it only caused the bamboo forest to sway.

"This method was designed before these spiritual plants were planted. At a critical moment, a secret technique will be used to activate them, unleashing the essence of all the plants to protect the stone house at the very center. Judging from the scale of these spiritual plants, it was probably a plan from over a hundred years ago. The Bai family really is prepared for the worst!"

The junior brother surnamed Chen looked grim beneath his mask. He had calculated that it would take at least three to five days for the essence of the plants to gradually fade away, and he couldn't wait that long.

In fact, they have already wasted too much time at the Bai family's place, and the risk increases with every extra moment they stay.

The Qingfeng Sect has dominated Heishan County for nearly a thousand years, experiencing periods of glory and decline, but never truly losing control over its territory. It has kept out numerous sects attempting to seize or invade its territory, and in recent years, it has held its own in several conflicts with the Guiling Sect, demonstrating its formidable strength.

"Quickly set up the Blood Fiend Array for me. According to the location of the array's core, pour the heart blood of these boys and girls born on yin years, yin months, and yin days into the ground. You few, go to the stone house and dig three three-zhang-deep holes in the ground, and pour these three bottles of Earth Lung Fiend Qi into them. Once everything is ready, wait for me to activate the array, defile this spiritual vein, and collude with the Ghost King. Let's see what other tricks the Bai family cultivators have up their sleeves!"

Once the Blood Fiend Array is set up, the entire spiritual vein will be filled with malevolent energy, and the Ghost King will descend upon the world, turning the entire Hanxiu Peak into a ghost realm.

Even after a hundred years, this land will remain a dead end, where even a normal life is impossible, let alone becoming a sacred place for cultivation where spiritual veins converge.

The junior disciple surnamed Chen handed out the materials one by one to the remaining disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and everyone obediently followed his instructions. Demonic cultivators revered the strong, and the hierarchy was like that of servants. Even if they were not originally from the same sect, no disciple dared to utter a word of dissent when being ordered around.

He was willing to take enormous risks to stay and break through the Bai family's stone house, but of course, it wasn't to avenge his senior brother surnamed Shen and the other dead disciples.

Demonic cultivators are heartless and ruthless. Today I kill you, tomorrow you kill him. Life and death are preordained. Where would they find the time to seek revenge every day?

Moreover, cultivators who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage are not fools who act impulsively; they would never even entertain the thought of their superiors wanting to wipe out the Bai family.

The Bai family's endless tricks not only made the junior brother surnamed Chen wary, but also aroused his greed. He even left behind talisman treasures, which are precious treasures that only Core Formation cultivators possess. Could there be other treasures in the storeroom in the end, such as Core Formation cultivators' cultivation techniques, elixirs, or even real magic weapons?
"Four top-grade magic artifacts were just shattered by the sword talisman, but as long as I can find one spiritual artifact, I'll be fine. If I can find a magic treasure... I can sell it for spirit stones or offer it to the sect leader in exchange for pills to enhance my cultivation. That would be enough for me to cultivate to the late Foundation Establishment stage!"

Even if a Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator becomes a Foundation Establishment cultivator, in the eyes of a Core Formation True Person, they are still a high-level drudge. All the sect's resources revolve around the few patriarchs above, and not a single bit will leak down to the lower levels.

The junior brother surnamed Chen was so excited about this sliver of opportunity that he saw it as worth the risk.

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Bai Zichen felt that none of his previous lives had been as dramatic as his current experience. First, the Jie Xiu appeared and killed Aunt Song; then he learned that the Jie Xiu was actually a cultivator from a sect called the Ghost Spirit Sect, who was temporarily safe because they were blocked by the Four Symbols Heavenly Origin Formation; but soon the formation was broken by one ferocious ghost head after another, and the entire clan was almost wiped out. At the critical moment, the Grand Elder used a talisman to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was beyond his level.

An ordinary warehouse was now surrounded by layers of black bamboo, becoming the last fortress.

However, when they looked out from inside, their view was not obstructed, and they could see that the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators had not given up and were still busy setting up some methods.

"Fourth Elder, does the clan still have any treasures that can be used to kill enemies? This group of people refuses to leave, and I suspect they must have a way to deal with our warehouse."

Currently, only a handful of Bai family cultivators remain standing intact in the warehouse. Bai Zichen approached the Fourth Elder to inquire, as simply waiting was not his style.

The Fourth Elder's face was bitter. He was the most skilled in spiritual plant cultivation in the clan, but he was not good at fighting. He had been completely overwhelmed by today's events: "I do have a Thunderbolt Seed in my hand, which I have refined into a Purple Mansion Divine Thunder. As long as I use it, everything within a hundred meters will be reduced to dust, including Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Perhaps because of his nervousness, the Fourth Elder told Bai Zichen all these family secrets.

Bai Zichen was initially delighted, but then he quickly realized something was amiss: "Fourth Elder, these Thunderbolts should be able to detonate remotely, right? Why don't you throw them out now and give them a good beating? I don't think anyone is paying attention to us here, so we can definitely blow up most of these villains."

"No, my cultivation level is not high enough. I can only activate the Thunderbolt by holding it in my hand."

The Fourth Elder shook his head, and as if to comfort Bai Zichen, added, "Don't worry, when it comes to the very last moment, I will detonate the Thunderbolt. You won't feel any pain, and you don't need to worry about your soul falling into the hands of the demonic cultivators and suffering torment."

Good news, the Bai family still has a trump card;

The bad news is that before this trump card can be used to kill the enemy, everyone in the warehouse must die first.

Bai Zichen took two steps back, speechless, knowing that this Fourth Elder was unreliable, and continued to keep an eye on the changes outside the warehouse.

Just then, the junior brother surnamed Chen walked to the front of the stone house, raised his forearm, whose wrist had already been severed, and slashed it again with his knife. This time, the entire arm fell off.

After swallowing the arm, the evil spirit suddenly grew to a height of about ten feet and frantically pounded its chest, drooling as it stared at the blood from the severed arm of its junior brother surnamed Chen. After several attempts, it reluctantly walked to the front of the storeroom, stuck its hands into the ground, and was about to unleash the evil energy of the earth's lungs.

boom!
A clap of thunder sounded, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment before a terrifying golden storm swept in, engulfing and destroying everything in its path. After the dust settled, the area in front of the warehouse returned to normal.

All the ferocious ghosts and demons, and the cultivators of the Ghost Spirit Sect, were nowhere to be seen. Only scattered fragments on the ground proved that they had been in this world.

Everyone in the warehouse collapsed to the ground, and a terrifying pressure appeared above Hanxiu Peak.

"I am Ge Cang. The villain has been killed. You may gather the wounded. Qingfeng Sect disciples will come to their aid shortly!"

An aged voice resounded in the sky, carried by magic, and could probably be heard by living people within a radius of dozens of miles.

A moment later, the oppressive aura disappeared, and the group helped each other to their feet.

"We're... saved?" Bai Zichen was somewhat incredulous; happiness had come too suddenly.

"It's Master Ge Cang from the Qingfeng Sect, who's been in seclusion all along. We're saved! Of course we're saved!"

Two lines of tears streamed down the Fourth Elder's face. The Bai family had paid too high a price to wait for this moment.

After actively dispelling the blessing of the Yi Mu Qing Shen Technique, the Xuan Mo Bamboo withered rapidly, its leaves fell to the ground, and its branches, having lost all moisture, fell askew. The warehouse was then opened from the inside.

Having survived the ordeal, the Bai family members emerged one by one. Witnessing the devastation of their ancestral homeland, many burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)