Born with immortal seed

Chapter 296 Tong Huan's Rapid Growth
While reorganizing the cultivator army, Bai Zichen placed the White Bone Cold Light Sword across his lap and pressed his hands against the sword to refine the flying sword.

"Although it fell into the hands of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and was later used by people to develop a secret sword-forging technique that involved sacrificing ten thousand cultivators and using the bones of a million people to forge the sword, which is against the natural order, the sword itself is not problematic... There are not many techniques involved in the sword-forging process; the main reason is that the spine of that fourth-order great demon was of a high enough grade."

It possesses a complete secret manual for sword forging, and its refining speed is quite astonishing; one can operate it freely in less than two days.

As if directing an arm, and acting in unison with intention—that is the most basic principle.

“In the future, there is no need to use the Moon Spin Sword when encountering ordinary cultivators. It is too extravagant and wasteful... We can use it at critical moments. Although there is a difference between the two flying swords, they can still be used together.”

The white bone sword light circled and swirled, casting a chilling glow on the makeshift cave.

In the blink of an eye, a stone pillar was shaved into a pile of stone chips.

Bai Zichen summoned the Supreme Pure Micro Sword Box, pointed at an empty ball of pure energy within it, and the white bone sword light entered it.

The third-tier flying sword was not yet alive, but the moment it entered the sword box, its light swayed and almost lost its shape.

After successfully securing a position, it emitted a clear sword cry, and one could clearly feel that the entire state of the White Bone Cold Light Sword had changed.

"Consider yourself lucky. From ancient times to the present, you should be the first third-tier flying sword to be collected into the Supreme Pure Sword Box... In the hands of the previous owner, you probably wouldn't even have been qualified to appear near the Supreme Pure Sword Box."

Recalling how the Moonlit Sword hesitated before the Supreme Pure and Subtle Sword Box, feeling ashamed, one can understand what rank of flying sword was qualified to enter the sword box in the hands of that immortal from the upper realm.

Fortunately, the sword box was different from other treasures; it did not have a spirit.

Otherwise, a third-tier flying sword might not be able to enter the Supreme Pure Sword Box, and some proud weapon spirits might even refuse their master's command.

The pure energy that the Purple Star Thunder Sword and the Moon Spin Sword merged with were silently moved a few positions away, leaving the White Bone Cold Light Sword aside.

"It seems there's a hierarchy of contempt among flying swords; you're not even allowed to join the group if you're not at the fourth rank..."

The third-tier flying sword, coveted by countless sword cultivators in the cultivation world and sought after by many, enjoys the most humble treatment in the Supreme Pure and Subtle Sword Box.

However, the White Bone Cold Light Sword was quite content, enjoying the nurturing effect of the blue light in the sword box, like a fish in water.

The storage bags he obtained from those two elusive Nascent Soul cultivators of the Holy Lotus Sect had extremely complex markings. Bai Zichen cleaned them with his divine sense several times in the normal way, but they remained completely unmoved.

The two Saint Lotus Sect cultivators were both at the early stage of Core Formation, and their spiritual strength was vastly different from Bai Zichen's.

Logically speaking, such a huge difference in spiritual awareness should be overcome in one fell swoop and be impossible to resist.

It's impossible that both Core Formation cultivators were born with exceptionally strong divine senses; it can only mean that the Holy Lotus Sect's storage bag is extraordinary.

Once it falls into the wrong hands and the secret is lost, it is indeed very difficult to open the storage bag without damaging it.

"I've heard that there are similar spells in the cultivation world that can quickly erase divine consciousness imprints..."

Bai Zichen thought to himself that he could keep an eye on this in the future.

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Over the next three days, the atmosphere of sect warfare intensified, with a large number of sect disciples gathering at the foot of Xiaoluo Mountain.

In a few days, batches of family cultivators arrived, soon numbering close to a thousand.

As for the independent cultivators, this time several elders acted as team leaders, training the recruited cultivators in teams.

On the seventh day, the army of the sect war finally began to take shape.

Unlike the pioneering war, this sect war involving the extermination of sects is far more brutal than imagined.

The key lies in the experience of forming battle formations cultivated during the pioneering wars, which can be used in very few scenarios when the target is changed.

The advantage of the battle formation is that it integrates scattered elements, truly uniting hundreds of Qi Refining disciples into a single force.

With the appropriate array flags and array plates, both attack and defense can be equivalent to those of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The downside is that it is slow to respond and mechanical rather than flexible.

This battle formation is very effective against demonic beasts, giving Qi Refining disciples the possibility of facing second-tier demonic beasts head-on.

However, if the opponents in the sect wars become human cultivators, and the sects use slow-moving and sluggish battle formations, they will become mere sitting ducks.

Fortunately, having gone through numerous pioneering wars, the cultivators who participated were all disciplined and orderly within the cultivator army.

After everyone cast Lightness and Speed ​​Talismans, braving wind and rain, and traversing mountains and rivers, several complex armies of a thousand cultivators successfully entered Hejian County on the third day.

Wei Chuming, who was very familiar with Hejian County, served as the leader of one of the groups, and commanded his cultivators to capture two outposts of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Three hundred miles ahead, there is a mine that produces over a thousand catties of Crimson Fire Copper every year, which is an excellent ore for forging top-grade fire-type spiritual weapons... A thousand miles to the southwest, there is a small spiritual stone vein. The exact reserves of spiritual stones are unknown, but the Ghost Spirit Sect has stationed eight Foundation Establishment cultivators here year-round."

In the Ghost Spirit Sect, not every Foundation Establishment cultivator has an elder position.

The positions of elders are fixed, but the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators far exceeds that, to the point that three people are competing for each position.

When Wei Chuming infiltrated the Ghost Spirit Sect, he did not have the status of an elder and could only be considered a middle-level member of the sect.

"Both places are extremely important, Junior Brother Tong. Why don't we each lead a force to occupy them simultaneously?"

In Wei Chuming's eyes, this sect war was the best opportunity to make a name for himself.

Within the Qingfeng Sect, everyone is assigned a specific position. Even if he is a disciple of a Core Formation Ancestor, if his cultivation and achievements are not outstanding, no one will accept his sudden promotion.

However, once Hejian County is brought under control, the sect will inevitably need to recruit more new members as it is currently unable to manage such a large area.

If he achieves merit on this trip, there will be sufficient reason to promote him to a higher position.

"Why not take over the spirit stone mine first? Anyway, the mine can't be damaged much, and the Ghost Spirit Sect can only run away with some of the already mined Crimson Fire Copper."

Tong Huan calculated that this team of a thousand cultivators included twelve Foundation Establishment elders.

If we deal with both sides at the same time, we might not have enough manpower.

He wasn't my master; his combat power had been unmatched since the Foundation Establishment stage, and defeating multiple opponents was commonplace for him.

If the mission is not completed, losing face is a minor matter; the real issue is that the sect's vanguard suffers a setback and its morale is affected.

“Junior Brother Tong has considered things carefully. Let’s do as you say and seize the spirit stone mine first!”

Wei Chuming smiled, showing no displeasure at having his ideas refuted.

After reorganizing their formation, the thousand cultivators turned around and charged towards the spirit stone mine.

The news of the White Bone Immortal's fall and the complete annihilation of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples who went to Black Mountain has been circulating for days. Even though it hasn't spread throughout Hejian yet, everyone in the Ghost Spirit Sect has already sensed that something is wrong.

First, their ally, the Hehuan Sect, packed up their belongings and left without even leaving behind the medium-sized spirit stone mine. They didn't make any handover and just left.

Subsequently, the sect's grand formation was upgraded to the highest level, and all disciples had to undergo the strictest verification process to enter and exit.

No one may leave the sect without a warrant from the Peach Blossom Fairy.

All these factors led the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect to begin to doubt whether the seemingly outlandish news that Master White Bone was dead was true.

When the thousands of cultivators from the Qingfeng Sect appeared outside the spirit stone mine, the disciples of the Guiling Sect inside immediately panicked.

"The White Bone Immortal has been slain by our sect's patriarch. The Ghost Spirit Sect will be destroyed today... Surrender with your hands bound within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and we may spare your lives!"

Wei Chuming called out three times, but after the time had passed, there was still no movement from the spirit stone mine. He snorted coldly.

"Did you think you could get away with hiding inside the formation? You're wasting one of my barrier-breaking talismans!"

A black talisman floated out and landed on the protective aura of the array outside the spirit stone mine.

The next moment, a sense of earthquake and landslide came, and the formation immediately showed signs of weakening spiritual energy, with several flaws appearing.

Led by Wei Chuming, several Foundation Establishment cultivators joined forces and directly blasted the formation to collapse.

"Resist to the bitter end, leave no one alive!"

Shouts of battle rose from all sides, and flying swords, treasures, talismans, and spiritual light flew everywhere.

Tong Huan faced off against a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect, who had forged a Hundred Ghost Banner, held a Ghost Crow Pot, and had two eerie bone spears above his head.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, he didn't fight many people; he mainly focused on sparring and exchanging techniques.

It's been a long time since I've experienced this kind of desperate, life-or-death struggle.

Both were at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, but they were immediately suppressed and faced danger several times, almost being pierced by the bone spear.

He managed to hold on with difficulty, relying on his protective magical artifacts to parry and defend himself.

'This person's magical power is greater than mine, and they have rich experience in combat. Their attacks are ruthless and precise... Calm down and think about what Master would do in this situation.'

Tong Huan felt extremely ashamed, realizing that his behavior had utterly disgraced his master.

'But my master has never encountered this situation before. He would definitely tell me, what are you dawdling for? Of course, you should kill him with one sword strike!'

Over the years, Tong Huan has come to realize that his swordsmanship talent is limited and he cannot learn Bai Zichen's fighting style.

Knowing that trying to do too much will only lead to bad results, he focused on practicing only one technique, the Star Luo Sword Technique, and never gave it up for decades.

Finally, several years ago, I received a compliment, no longer a constant source of criticism.

"I really don't know how you trained. I've never seen anyone master the Star Luo Sword Technique to this level before... But being able to break it down into tens of thousands of variations is enough to fool most opponents, as long as you don't aspire to be the best swordsman."

Tong Huan could not replicate the changes of stars and the movement of celestial bodies in this Star Luo Sword Technique that imitated the changes of stars in the heavens.

He relied solely on observing the stars at night and the books stored in the Transmission Hall to develop his sword techniques, move by move.

At this moment, he restrained his emotions, focused on unity, and used his sword to protect himself completely, making his body impenetrable.

Ghosts, demonic crows, bone spears, and bone prisons cannot get close to them.

After a hundred moves, Tong Huan even had the power to counterattack, piercing the banner of the Hundred Ghosts with a single sword strike.

"So there are so many variations in sword control. No wonder Master always has that expression when he watches me demonstrate swordsmanship..."

Tong Huan had an epiphany before the battle, and the Tianxin Sword drew a dazzling sword light.

The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator's eyes widened, still showing disbelief, as he clutched his throat, blood gushing from between his fingers.

After killing a fellow cultivator, Tong Huan let out a long breath and looked around. The mine was littered with corpses.

The ground was littered with the corpses of cultivators, most of whom were from the Ghost Spirit Sect. Some had ferocious faces, while others had died from injuries sustained in their backs, having retreated in fear.

Many Qingfeng Sect disciples also fell to the ground, their flesh mangled, limbs severed, and howling in pain.

"The path to success is arduous; only by fighting our way forward can we find a glimmer of hope..."

Tong Huan recalled a sentence that Song Lian had once said to him, sighed, and continued to charge at the nearest Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator with his sword.

(End of this chapter)