Born with immortal seed

Chapter 281 Who Will Pity My Weakness and Loneliness?

Moonlight pierces the sun, chasing the wind and lightning.

Bai Zichen, his face ashen, took Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu, the siblings, and headed straight for Hanxiu Peak.

This extreme flight, which bypassed the sonic boom, caused the two junior Qi Refining cultivators to faint.

If he hadn't been careful to use his true energy to protect himself, it would have definitely caused serious damage to his body.

They covered more than 3,000 li (approximately 1,500 kilometers) and arrived in less than

When the sword light landed on Hanxiu Peak, funeral banners had already been hung on both sides of the mountain path, and many clansmen were running around in a hurry.

Upon seeing the newcomer, they all knelt down and chanted "Ancestor."

The Bai clan has become increasingly prosperous in recent years. When they go out and reveal their identity, any cultivator who learns that they come from the Mozhu Bai clan will look at them with more respect.

Every member of the clan knew why this was happening. Even if they had never seen it, the portrait hanging high in the main hall made them extremely familiar with the most outstanding cultivator in the clan's history.

"Take good care of the siblings!"

Bai Zichen moved swiftly and arrived at the entrance of the family hall. Looking at the elegiac couplets and the mourning tents set up on both sides, he hesitated to step forward.

"Ancestor, you arrived so quickly..."

A timid voice came from behind him, which startled him, and he strode into the main hall.

Hundreds of clansmen gathered in the main hall, making a great commotion. In the center was a coffin, and several close relatives and younger members of the clan, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt there.

The moment Bai Zichen appeared, the entire hall fell silent. You could hear a pin drop, and only the sobbing of a few children could be heard.

Immediately, a series of desperate cries erupted, and a crowd knelt down in front of the coffin.

Some cultivators even fainted from grief while crying.

"Master, Jiu'an suddenly fell into a coma yesterday... Medicine was ineffective, and he passed away in his sleep without any pain."

Among the Bai clan members, only Bai Xianzong, as the clan leader and elder of Bai Zhenren, dared to stand up and say a few words at this time.

The other members of the clan were of vastly different social status.

When the very person who had cultivated his own Core Formation appeared before him, his heart pounded wildly, his mouth went dry, and he couldn't utter a single complete word.

According to Bai clan tradition, only the clan leader and Foundation Establishment cultivators are allowed to have their remains placed in the clan's main hall after death, where clan members can pay their respects and worship for seven days before being buried.

Based on his own contributions, Bai Jiu'an certainly did not deserve such posthumous honors.

But he has a good nephew, whom he personally guided into the path of immortality, raised with care, and who is as close as family to him.

In recent years, the White Ancestor of the Qingfeng Sect has suddenly become very kind to his family, taking clansmen to Tianlei Cliff and frequently bestowing cultivation resources upon them.

According to Bai Xianzong's understanding, this action was taken to prevent the siblings Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu from being alone in the sect after they were taken in by Qingfeng Sect.

Let alone expecting Bai Jiu'an to enjoy the treatment of the Tingling Clan's main hall, even if he wanted the position of clan leader before his death.

Bai Xianzong handed it over without any hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zichen felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as he walked toward the coffin, looking at the old man lying on it.

With sagging skin, brown spots on her face, and a smile on her face, she fell into eternal sleep.

Even with the longevity elixir he purchased and the first level of the Desolate God Stealing the Sun Technique he cultivated, Bai Jiu'an, after living to be over 120 years old, eventually reached the end of his life.

In their prime, they overcame numerous obstacles and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to accumulating contributions to the family.

Later, starting with the development of the Five Sacred Mountains Temple, he received family elixirs as a reward, which allowed him to gradually improve his cultivation.

Perhaps because he worked too hard when he was young and overexerted his vitality, even though he enjoyed wealth and honor in the second half of his life, he still failed to live to the theoretical upper limit of lifespan.

"So you are Zichen? Three spiritual roots, not bad… Tomorrow, come with me back to our clan's territory and become a cultivator to seek the path to immortality."

"Chen'er, your talent far surpasses mine. Your uncle should accumulate more family contributions in the future, and with our combined efforts, we can exchange for a Foundation Establishment spiritual item. Who knows, you might just succeed in Foundation Establishment in one fell swoop!"

"The Qingfeng Sect is different from any other clan; the competition is fierce. Even within a clan, everyone here is a genius… Chen'er, after you leave, don't be impatient. Even if you fall behind temporarily, your uncle believes you can catch up!"

……

Memories of the past flooded his mind, and Bai Zichen was overcome with grief, kneeling before the coffin.

The Core Formation Ancestor knelt down, and no clansman in the hall dared to stand; they all knelt down in unison.

"Uncle, Zichen is late..."

Birth, aging, and separation are unavoidable even for cultivators.

Even if he were a Core Formation cultivator, Bai Zichen could not significantly extend the lifespan of a Qi Refining cultivator.

The passing of his uncle Bai Jiu'an left him feeling empty and sorrowful, and he suddenly felt that Han Xiufeng was much further away from him.

"From now on, who will pity my weakness and loneliness..."

Bai Zichen kowtowed heavily, his voice like weeping blood.

Whether within sects or clans, countless cultivators defered to him, daring not to disobey in the slightest, treating him as if he were a divine decree.

But there will never be another person who would genuinely care for him from the bottom of their heart, regardless of any external factors, and still treat him as a boy, worrying about his weakness and loneliness.

Remove the Taoist hat and change into plain clothes.

Bai Zichen changed into a white coarse linen robe and knelt motionless in front of the coffin. The other clan members guarding the coffin were changed twice.

For six whole days, he remained silent and motionless, as if he had become a silent statue.

“Master, tomorrow is the day of your burial.”

As the clan chief, Bai Xianzong has been extremely busy these past few days, personally checking everything.

Funeral supplies, the chosen burial plot, the made tokens...

He estimated that he wouldn't even put such meticulous thought into his own funeral arrangements.

"They'll arrive tomorrow?"

Bai Zichen stood up and silently calculated the time: "I'm going to fetch something to add to the offerings for my uncle."

The sword light soared into the sky, and soon they left the Black Mountain Range, crossed several cities, and entered Hejian County.

They randomly grabbed a demonic cultivator on the road and tortured him to find out the location of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Back then, to avenge the Ghost Spirit Sect's invasion of Black Mountain and the self-inflicted death of Elder Yang, True Person Ge Cang single-handedly blocked the gate, forcing the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators to cower within the great formation for several months.

Today, Bai Zichen is not only going to block the gate, but also to make the Ghost Spirit Sect pay an even heavier price.

"Bai Zichen, how dare you trespass into the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation! You're courting death!"

An aged voice, filled with undisguised hatred.

In the entire cultivation world of Liang Kingdom, Bai Zichen's name is already very famous.

Moreover, as a rival sect like the Ghost Spirit Sect, with countless spies watching them, they had already thoroughly studied the Core Formation Real Persons of the Green Maple Sect.

The old woman flew into the sky, her back against the great formation, but she dared not come out to fight.

The main concern was that other Core Formation cultivators from the Qingfeng Sect might be lurking nearby, and coupled with Bai Zichen's reputation for slaying He Daoren with his sword, he felt a sense of dread.

"Cowardless rat!"

Bai Zichen was filled with inexplicable grief and indignation. Just as he was about to vent his frustration with a good fight, his sword flashed, causing the great formation to explode repeatedly.

This Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation mainly gathers the power of nine third-tier ghost kings. After collecting souls for thousands of years, the formation has nurtured millions of ghosts.

Once completely opened up, the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of miles will become a ghost town.

The nine-headed, third-tier Ghost King is now severely limited in its range of movement. Faced with the barrage of sword light, only one Ghost King can keep up and is forced to retreat.

"Boy, you really think you're Ge Cang, coming to my house to block my door all the time... Today I'll make sure you're killed here, and that the Qingfeng Sect loses a wing!"

As the Peach Blossom Fairy rapidly approached, the old woman laughed twice, feeling confident once more.

Within the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation, cultivators of the Ghost Spirit Sect will be greatly enhanced, and will be able to fight against mid-stage Core Formation cultivators even in the early stage.

Using the great array to search the surrounding area, they found only one cultivator and no other Core Formation cultivators, which greatly boosted their confidence.

After Bai Zichen achieved Core Formation, he was lauded by everyone, but his only real achievement was against Daoist He.

Within the Ghost Spirit Sect, some even believe that Bai Zichen is merely an object of deification created by the Green Maple Sect.

The fight that day was most likely manipulated; otherwise, where would so many fighting geniuses come from in the cultivation world?

The next moment, streams of pure Yin energy rose from the ground, driving all the Ghost Kings into a frenzy and rage. They even lost their restraints, swirling in the air several times before rushing towards the only living creature in the formation.

"Senior Sister, you've activated the entire Ten Thousand Ghosts and Vengeful Spirits Formation?"

The Peach Blossom Fairy was slightly taken aback, but she continued pressing the jade pendant in her hand into the array plate without stopping.

“Once the formation is activated, the entire area within a hundred miles will become a ghost town, with no chance of reversal... Moreover, it requires a continuous influx of high-grade spirit stones, otherwise the third-tier ghost king might even turn against its master. We didn’t even use it when Ge Cang came last time, so why pay such a price?”

"As long as we stay put and wait for him to leave on his own..."

"It was precisely because I was facing Bai Zichen that I activated the formation, hoping to finish him off in one fell swoop. Could Ge Cang's strength really not be enough to escape the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation when it is fully activated? Only a brat like him thinks he is already invincible and doesn't take our sect's formation seriously."

The old woman revealed a fierce look as she looked at the third-tier ghost king who was still fusing and howling to the sky. Her pent-up feelings from the past few years had become much more pleasant.

"Since Senior Sister has made this decision, Junior Sister will certainly do her best to help."

With a wave of her hand, the Peach Blossom Fairy conjured a barrier of miasma, trapping Bai Zichen inside.

"Why isn't the White Bone Immortal here...? The offerings for my uncle are rather unappetizing!"

Looking at the third-tier ghost king circling around him, and the two Core Formation cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect who confidently left the mountain gate formation, feeling that with the combined power of the formation, they could not possibly lose.

Bai Zichen let out a long roar, filled with loneliness, sorrow, and anger. The Moonlight Sword light directly shattered the Peach Blossom Five Poisons Miasma, leaving it in pieces.

The moonlight burst forth, and a ray of moonlight sword light, imbued with the power of the Taiyin star, swept across the entire area, freezing one's very soul.

I had intended to hide my abilities, but I didn't expect to lure the old witch and the peach blossom fairy out so easily.

All I can say is that his young age gave him a certain allure.

In addition, he concealed his aura, maintaining only the cultivation level of the early stage of Core Formation.

As the moon fell to earth, both Granny Ghost and Fairy Peach Blossom were stunned by the concentrated power of the moon and stood frozen in place.

The Peach Blossom Fairy reacted a little faster, frantically throwing out defensive treasures before her soul was frozen, trying to escape the calamity.

Body and sword become one, like a sword light slicing directly through the sky.

As if a sword were slashing down from the ninth heaven, from the Taiyin star, all the defensive magic treasures in front of Granny Ghost were shattered. Only the dragon-headed cane in her hand, which had been soaked with a mouthful of blood essence, was left, flashing red light and transforming into a serpentine dragon trying to block the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)