Born with immortal seed

Chapter 5 Chongxu Sword Formation
Qingfeng Cliff and Fufeng Ridge are both first-grade low-level spiritual veins, with a smaller overall area and about ten acres of flat land along the cliff.

A three-courtyard complex was built, along with five acres of leveled spiritual fields, a deep spiritual pool, and several ancient trees as thick as a person's embrace. Overall, it looked much more exquisite than Fufeng Ridge.

The daily lives of a family of three and a single man like Bai Jiu'an are indeed worlds apart. Bai Ying's family has four bedrooms in their three-courtyard house, and they also have a row of rooms for servants to live in in the future.

After entering the house, there is a long corridor. In the inner courtyard, there is a shallow pond covered with lotus leaves, and you can vaguely see a few silver fish swimming in the water.

"This is called bitter lotus. Every summer it produces bitter lotus seeds, which are said to be an auxiliary material for making a kind of medicine that clears the mind and removes internal heat. My mother picks them, dries them, and sells them for more than ten spirit stones at a time."

"And the silver dragonfish in the pond, just like the fish in the spirit pond outside, are fish fry that my father brought back from the market. Once they grow to two feet long, each one is worth three spirit stones. I've eaten some once, and they tasted amazing. Plus, they made me feel warm all over after eating them."

The happiest person about Bai Zichen moving to Qingfeng Cliff was none other than Fatty Bai, who ran in and out introducing his home.

It is obvious that Bai Ying's family has far more sophisticated ways of making money than her uncle Bai Jiu'an.

After dinner, Bai Zichen returned to his west wing room and lay on the bed, quietly reflecting on the events of the past two days. Suddenly, he sat up, opened the pouch at his waist, and dumped out all the contents.

Two spirit stones, a dozen blank talisman papers, and the rest were the fifteen low-grade first-tier talismans that Bai Jiu'an gave him.

The Vajra Talisman is yellowish-brown. Once activated, it can make the recipient invulnerable to weapons and increase the strength of their arms by hundreds of kilograms. Five talismans are worth ten spirit stones.
The fireball talisman is bright red all over, and it will feel hot and stinging if you hold it in your hand for a long time. Once it is used, it can summon a fireball that melts gold and iron. Five talismans are worth twelve spirit stones.

The Swiftness Talisman is light blue. After using it, one can move as lightly as a swallow and fly with incredible speed. Five talismans are worth eight spirit stones.

These talismans were Bai Zichen's only means of support in times of danger. He gently stroked each talisman, stacking them in sequence, then put them back into the brocade pouch and hung it again at his waist. After a moment's thought, he took out a few more and carefully tucked them into his chest.

When he moved to Qingfeng Cliff, he brought several books with him. He held one of them, "Guide to the Use of Talismans by Qi Refining Stage Cultivators," in his hands and studied it carefully, completely forgetting about the Yi Mu Qing Shen Technique.

"Combining the Swiftness Talisman with the Vajra Talisman, and then practicing a few ordinary martial arts, will have unexpected and miraculous effects in the early stages of Qi Refining, similar to those of Body Refining cultivators..."

"The Frost Talisman has limited destructive power, but if three or more are stacked and hit, it can have a restraining effect, rendering cultivators below the late Qi Refining stage unable to move for ten breaths..."

"When used in conjunction with a thunderstorm, the Lightning Strike Talisman has a certain probability of attracting a convergence of lightning, making its power comparable to a second-tier talisman. However, one must maintain casting distance, or both friend and foe will perish..."

Before Bai Zichen knew it, he had been reading for more than an hour. The author of this book, "Guide to the Use of Talismans for Qi Refining Stage Cultivators," may not have a high cultivation level, but his understanding and use of low-level talismans was definitely at the master level.

For the next few days, Bai Zichen would wander around Qingfeng Cliff with Bai Pangzi after finishing his daily cultivation, mainly to keep him from running off. The two would either catch pheasants in the bamboo forest or catch bluefish in the water, rediscovering some of the joys of childhood in their playful antics.

……

"The Void-Piercing Sword Formation! Fortunately, after hundreds of years, the sword energy has been worn down, and its power is now less than 30% of what it used to be!"

Several sword energies crisscrossed, leveling two distant mountain peaks. Several unlucky cultivators happened to be blocking the path of the sword energies and were inevitably cut into pieces, their blood splattering everywhere.

The thin Taoist gasped, secretly relieved that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be in grave danger if confronted head-on by this sword energy.

"It seems that the decision to only drive away the rogue cultivators and leave the family cultivators was correct. Otherwise, it would have taken a lot of effort and resulted in the loss of many sect disciples to wear down the Chongxu Sword Formation."

"Give the order: ten families will be stationed on all four sides to guard the area and drive away any bystanders. The remaining families will be organized into five teams to take turns using magic to attack the core of the Chongxu Sword Formation. I need to reach the third level of the Five Mountains Temple within a week!"

"Here!"

A group of Qingfeng Sect cultivators stood behind the slender Taoist and respectfully responded. The three leading figures wore bright purple Taoist robes with two crossed swords embroidered on their chests, clearly the insignia of Qingfeng Sect elders.

Beneath their feet was a plaque made of century-old golden ebony, with three large gilded characters on it: "Wuyue Temple." It had originally hung in a cave at the foot of the mountain for hundreds of years, but now it had been taken down and fallen into the mud.

It was discovered that the two rogue cultivators from Wuyue Temple were herb gatherers who made a living in the Black Mountain Range year-round. While digging for a ginseng, they accidentally triggered a landslide that exposed the first level of their cave.

As time passed, the restrictive formations on the first level lost all their effectiveness, allowing the two rogue cultivators to successfully infiltrate the cave and take out a few treasures every now and then to sell them around.

After several such incidents, he attracted the attention of those with ulterior motives. Not long after leaving the market, he was stopped by a group of bandit cultivators. Under their soul-searching torture, there were no secrets left to hide, and he confided everything. This group of bandit cultivators was only together for money, and with such tremendous news, how could they keep it a secret? It quickly spread to the ears of the Qingfeng Sect and the major cultivation families.

Hundreds and thousands of cultivators flocked to the scene, looting everything of value like ants carrying food.

The first floor of the Five Mountains Temple was piled with a large amount of basic refining materials, such as iron essence, gold essence, and meteorite mother, each weighing over a thousand catties. I really don't know what the Five Mountains Immortals collected so many basic materials for.

This material, which can only be used to refine ordinary magical artifacts, should be of no use to him.

The second level of the Five Peaks Temple was blocked by the Five Elements Restriction. Several Foundation Establishment cultivators joined forces to break through it, revealing the true appearance of the second level of the cave, which contained more than ten quiet rooms for closed cultivation.

The battle raged on this very floor, leaving the path to each meditation room littered with corpses. It wasn't until the Qingfeng Sect arrived that they swiftly subdued everyone and restored basic order.

But when the quiet room was opened, the contents inside disappointed everyone: a futon, a warm jade bed, and nothing else.

The futon has the effect of calming the mind and body, and can barely be classified as a mid-grade magic tool; as for the warm jade bed, its only merit is that it is large enough to be cut into hundreds of warm jade pendants to ward off evil spirits.

This little bit of stuff is completely unworthy of the great reputation of Chen Taige, the Five Sacred Mountains Immortal. It is obvious that the real treasures are all on the third floor of the cave.

“Clan leader, the Qingfeng Sect is using us as cannon fodder. They are unwilling to let their own disciples charge into battle, so they send us forward instead. The power of this sword formation is not something that ordinary magic weapons can withstand.”

Hong Gu's face turned deathly pale; the joy she had felt upon hearing that Qingfeng Sect intended to cooperate had long since vanished. She watched helplessly as an elder of the Huang family, holding a bronze bell as a magical artifact beside him, was still cleaved in two by a sword aura, bell and all.

“You all lead your people and follow behind me. Be on your best. If things go wrong, retreat from the Five Sacred Mountains Temple.”

Bai Xianzong's expression was solemn, with five golden rings spinning in front of him. "Even if we offend the Qingfeng Sect, we must protect our own lives. If we perish here, the Bai family's foundation will be taken away!"

If the Bai family were to be wiped out in the Five Mountains Temple, with a Foundation Establishment stage clan leader, two elders, and twelve elite clan members, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

We have lost both the present and the future.

(End of this chapter)