Born with immortal seed

Chapter 282 Annihilation of a Sect and Family Within Thirty Years

A jade-like index finger slowly extended and gently landed on the blood-red dragon-head cane.

Ding!
The old woman was struck dumb; her mind, connected to the dragon-headed cane, vanished instantly, leaving her utterly empty.

Her natal magic weapon was originally the Black Water Bottle, which was struck by divine lightning during an ambush of Ge Cang Zhenren many years ago, reducing the results of a century of refinement to ashes.

Having finally managed to ingest an underground Yin River to nurture and restore the Black Water Bottle, he then encountered Elder Yang's self-destruction of his Golden Core during the sect war.

At close range, one can only save their life by using their natal magic weapon to shield themselves.

Barely clinging to life, the old woman had no choice but to upgrade the Dragon Head Locust Soul Staff, a mid-grade magic weapon, and nurture it with her cinnabar energy as her natal magic weapon.

However, this amount of time is simply not enough for it to be refined into its natal magic weapon.

The dragon-headed staff fell from the sky, and the old woman's central gate opened wide, her eyes staring in horror as the moonlight approached her chest.

"How could this be?"

In her opinion, the Dragon Head Locust Soul Staff, enhanced by the Ghost Spirit Sect's secret techniques, could hold out for a short while.

When Master Ge Cang blocked the gate, with the help of the great formation behind him, Daoist He was able to withstand more than ten moves before being seriously injured and moved back into the formation by its power.

No matter how talented Bai Zichen is, or how much he boasts about his swordsmanship, given his age and cultivation level, he couldn't possibly be stronger than Ge Cang Zhenren.

The old woman, who held this idea, immediately realized that she was terribly wrong.

The sword light was far more powerful than she had imagined, and it also had a mysterious effect that froze her soul, slowing her reaction by a beat.

The magic weapon was once again casually struck down by a finger, not even giving the user half a breath of time.

Otherwise, at worst, they could mobilize the power of the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation and escape back into the formation.

"what?"

As the moonlight dispersed, Bai Zichen withdrew from the state of being one with the Yuexuan sword.

He was absolutely certain of success with his sword strike, but he discovered that the old hag was still alive and well.

It wasn't that she possessed any defensive treasures, but rather that two Core Formation Ghost Kings teleported beneath the sword light and shielded her with their bodies.

"No wonder even with Senior Brother Ge's strength, he couldn't find an opportunity to kill a Core Formation cultivator and was severely injured by them before they escaped..."

Bai Zichen's gaze remained calm, showing no surprise, as if he were looking at a dying man.

The old woman was so captivated by the moonlight that she couldn't focus on controlling the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation.

However, besides the two of them, there was another Core Formation cultivator present.

The Peach Blossom Fairy had just thought the Moonlight Sword was coming towards her, and her face paled.

But he quickly realized what was happening and manipulated the Myriad Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation as much as possible, giving orders to the two nearest Core Formation Ghost Kings.

These ghost kings were either Core Formation cultivators or third-tier demon beasts in their previous lives. After death, their souls were refined into the formation, turning them into vengeful ghosts within the formation, living a life worse than death.

The Peach Blossom Fairy had already flashed back to the mountain gate. Feeling that she had escaped a calamity and survived a great disaster, the old woman summoned two ghost kings again. This was already the limit of the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation.

With two demon kings protecting him, he could withstand even another terrifying sword strike like the one before.

Moreover, how could one possibly unleash such a powerful sword light that combines body and sword in an instant?

"Wait for Senior Brother White Bone to emerge from seclusion..."

Knowing her life was safe, the old woman turned around and said fiercely as she stepped into the mountain gate.

She was halfway through her sentence when she looked down in astonishment. A tiny splatter of blood appeared on her chest, and the small, rice-grain-sized wound caused all her strength to drain away rapidly.

“I didn’t say we could leave, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Vengeful Spirits Formation is useless… On the day my uncle is buried, we need the head of a Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator as a sacrifice!”

Bai Zichen remained calm as he slowly lowered his hand. A sliver of moonlight, like silk, faded as it pierced through the old woman's chest.

The two Core Formation Ghost Kings split into countless plumes of black smoke; even their pure Yin energy ghost bodies could not withstand the strike of the sword being forged into threads.

The Moonlit Sword had been resting in its scabbard for several years, and had long since recovered the original power it had lost in the previous incident.

This was his third time mastering the Refining Sword into Silk Realm, and he became increasingly adept at it, clearly understanding the power contained within that sliver of moonlight.

In most cases, the destructive power of the sword threads exceeds the tolerance limit of a Core Formation cultivator, so there is no need to deliberately control or drive them.

All these actions, on the contrary, are wasting the power of refining swords into silk.

This sword strike was equivalent to killing a Core Formation True Person and two Core Formation Ghost Kings directly, silently and without any leakage of power.

"Tell Bai Gu that I will destroy the Ghost Spirit Sect within thirty years... to atone for the Qingfeng Sect disciples and Bai family members who died at the hands of the Ghost Spirit Sect over the past century!"

The fight is so intense and he hasn't shown up yet; it seems that Master Baigu is truly in seclusion.

Bai Zichen looked at the Myriad Ghosts and Fierce Souls Formation and knew that a third-tier formation was not something he could shake alone. He said in a cold voice.

He grabbed the old woman's corpse and left without a word.

The thousands of disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect were speechless, staring blankly at the receding sword light, most of them still not recovered from the shock.

"Did my mother-in-law really die?"

A glamorous female cultivator, dressed provocatively, murmured to herself.

"Of course it's true. Is the sect really going to end in our generation...? He came from the north with a sword, beheaded the Core Formation Ancestor in front of the mountain gate's great formation, and then left triumphantly... Who in the world can rival such a person?"

Holding a white fan, the young cultivator with slicked-back hair and powdered face sensed an impending life-or-death crisis.

Any Core Formation cultivator could laugh off such a boastful claim of destroying a sect, given the presence of a third-tier grand formation and a Core Formation patriarch overseeing the sect.

Unless a Nascent Soul True Monarch intervenes, the sect can safely survive even if several times more Core Formation True Immortals surround it.

However, Bai Zichen's combat power was too terrifying. He completely regarded the Ghost Spirit Sect as nothing and his aura reached its peak.

His words before leaving were as calm as narrating something that was bound to happen, sending chills down the spines of all the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators.

Some of the quick-witted Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators exchanged glances, their expressions shifting, and simultaneously hatched their own plans.

"Don't panic. Upgrade the Myriad Ghosts and Vengeful Spirits Formation to the highest level. Don't be stingy with spirit stones... With a third-tier formation, Bai Zichen can't possibly break in!"

Peach Blossom Fairy's breasts heaved violently as Granny Ghost, also in the early stages of Core Formation, died before her eyes, even with the aid of an array.

Four of the nine-headed Core Formation level Ghost Kings were instantly killed. This is equivalent to the Ghost Spirit Sect's accumulation of hundreds of years, which cannot be easily made up for.

These things almost made her lose her composure and lose her composure in front of the sect disciples.

After saying that, he realized his tone was too weak, so he added, "Senior Brother Baigu is about to emerge from seclusion. The mere Qingfeng Sect will be easy to capture... Keep the disciples in check and prevent any trouble!"

After giving her instructions, the Peach Blossom Fairy selected two of her close elders to leave with her.

But it's highly questionable whether these words have any effect on the cultivators of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Everyone knows that Ge Cang Zhenren of Qingfeng Sect alone can overpower several of their own Core Formation Ancestors.

They were blocked at the door for half a year, becoming a laughing stock in the cultivation world of Liang Kingdom.

Now another Master Bai has arrived, a sword cultivator who looks even more formidable. He has already killed two Core Formation Ancestors, Daoist He and Granny Gui.

The White Bone Immortal has been stuck in the mid-stage of Core Formation for almost a hundred years. Could it be that a single seclusion could allow him to make rapid progress and fight two opponents at once?

Even the most loyal disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect wouldn't dare to be so confident.

With people's hearts restless, undercurrents were surging within the Ghost Spirit Sect, which had barely managed to calm down.

Most of the cultivators were worried about the future, while some with extensive connections were already looking for other ways out.

……

Bai Zichen returned to Hanxiu Peak just in time for the auspicious time of the funeral procession.

Apart from the Bai family, all the other immortal cultivation families in Black Mountain sent people to pay their respects and express their condolences.

Even the Qingfeng Sect sent three elders to offer condolences.

Several years ago, when the head of the Huang family in Qingxi passed away in the late stage of his foundation building, the ceremony was not even half as grand as it is today.

"I have met Bai Zu."

Upon seeing the sword light descend, the three elders of the Qingfeng Sect immediately stepped forward to pay their respects.

Apart from them, the other Foundation Establishment cultivators didn't even have the right to step forward and could only bow from afar.

Bai Zichen glanced at the three people; they were somewhat familiar to him, but not very well.

"Gu Xisheng, the leader of the Qingfeng Sect, has come to pay respects to the elders of the Bai clan!"

Just as they were about to head towards the cemetery, a loud announcement came from outside Hanxiu Peak.

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators from various cultivation families looked on with envy. What an honor it was for the sect leader of the Qingfeng Sect to attend the funeral of a mere Qi Refining cultivator!

It should be said that this has never happened in the entire history of Montenegro.

But after glancing at the White Immortal standing at the head of the table, he felt it made perfect sense.

The sect's Core Formation Ancestor has been here for several days. Even if the sect leader doesn't come in person, at least a Palace Master-level figure should be present to make sense.

Gu Xisheng led several elders up Hanxiu Peak, and the group all changed into plain clothes.

After entering, he bowed and stood behind Bai Zichen, keeping a low profile and not trying to steal the spotlight.

Bai Zichen nodded slightly and walked towards the cemetery.

He was well aware that Gu Xisheng had come because of him, but he was satisfied with this attitude.

Bai Jiu'an has passed away, and that cannot be changed. Even if cultivators talk about reincarnation, the honors and dignity that should be bestowed upon them after death cannot be diminished.

The best feng shui location chosen long ago by the Bai family was carefully placed into the tomb, which was made of second-grade green jade and covered dozens of acres.

Each towering, vigorous cypress tree was urgently acquired by the family from various places, and they are all hundreds of years old.

Bai Zichen dug up the first shovel of sand, handed the shovel to Bai Ziying, took out the ghost old woman's corpse from his storage bag, and nailed it to a tree.

"The Ghost Spirit Sect has invaded my Black Mountain time and again. Countless cultivators from our sects and families have died at the hands of demonic cultivators. The hatred runs deep... Today, I will first offer the life of a Core Formation cultivator to appease my uncle's spirit in heaven. Within thirty years, I will definitely destroy the Ghost Spirit Sect and sever its lineage!"

The crowd was in an uproar; it turned out that Master Bai had accomplished such a monumental feat while he was gone for a day.

Although they were unaware of the details, Bai Zichen killed Granny Ghost in front of the Ghost Spirit Sect's mountain gate formation, between two Core Formation cultivators.

But the sight of the corpse of a Core Formation cultivator was shocking enough.

"Uncle Bai upholds the righteous path and eliminates evil with his sword, and will surely restore a bright and clear world to the cultivation world."

Gu Xisheng was the first to kneel down, causing all the other cultivators to lower their heads as well.

The solemn burial ceremony lasted for a whole day, and the guests gradually dispersed at night.

After Bai Jiu'an was buried, Bai Zichen stayed at the cemetery for another month.

It was both a way of remembering the eldest uncle and a farewell to the dwindling number of members of the Bai family.

(End of this chapter)