Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 909 Too Late to Regret, Brother Zhou, Spare My Life!
Everyone stared intently at Zhou Xun, a subtle tension hanging in the air. The Heavenly Profound Ancestor broke the silence first, chuckling sinisterly:
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, you've been in the Black Tower for so long, you must have gained quite a bit, right?"

His eyes were fixed on the sword talisman in Zhou Xun's hand, a hint of greed flashing in them.

Zhou Xun calmly put away the sword talisman and said indifferently, "I only managed to pass a test by luck and obtained some superficial inheritance."

"Oh?" Qingming Sanren's eyes flickered.
"The 'skin' that could keep Fellow Daoist Zhou here for several days must be quite extraordinary."

Before he finished speaking, a beam of light suddenly shot out from his hand, aiming straight for Zhou Xun's face!

"boom!"

Zhou Xun was prepared; the Thundergrass Sword in his sleeve flashed and extinguished the spiritual light. His eyes turned cold: "What is the meaning of this, fellow Daoist?"

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, don't be nervous," Qingming Sanren chuckled gently.
"I was merely testing your newfound skills, fellow Daoist, and it seems they are indeed extraordinary!"

Liu Xuanfeng suddenly spoke up: "Why are you all in such a hurry to make a move? Since Fellow Daoist Zhou was able to bring out the inheritance from the tower, he must know more inside information."

"How about we ask Fellow Daoist Zhou to elaborate?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xun frowned.
He turned his gaze to Leng Wuyai.
What do you think, Brother Leng?

“I think Brother Liu is right. Brother Zhou, why don’t you tell us about what you saw inside the tower? After all, you’re the only one of the five of us who has been inside!”

Leng Wuyai spoke calmly, and at the same time moved a few steps, the four of them forming a semicircle, subtly surrounding Zhou Xun.

At this point, he understood perfectly well that the four of them had clearly reached some kind of agreement.

Indeed, the friendships among cultivators are the most unreliable.
He originally thought Liu Xuanfeng and Leng Wuyai were reasonable people.
It seems that the same applies when it comes to personal gain.

Zhou Xun glanced at the four people, a cold smile suddenly appearing on his lips:
"Are you all trying to force me to hand over my inheritance?"

Ancestor Tianxuan smiled sinisterly: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, why speak so harshly? We merely wish to discuss this matter together."

"What if I don't?" Zhou Xun made a fist with his right hand, and a purple-black thunder grass sword was already condensing in his palm.

Qingming Sanren stroked his long beard:

"Then I'm afraid it's not up to Fellow Daoist Zhou. This space is special, and your Azure Nether Stone has lost its effectiveness. What are your chances of winning against four opponents alone?"

"Wait!" Just then, Liu Xuanfeng stepped forward.

"Brother Zhou, we don't want to ruin our relationship. Why don't you take out the inheritance, and we can study it together? Then we can still be friends. What do you say?"

Zhou Xun looked at Liu Xuanfeng's seemingly sincere face and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Fellow Daoist Liu truly knows how to consider others." He said calmly.

Liu Xuanfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he said gently:
"Brother Zhou, you misunderstand. I just don't want to see everyone's harmony damaged. As long as you produce the inheritance, Brother Leng and I can guarantee your safety!"

"Besides, you won't lose anything by making a copy, will you?"

“That’s right, Brother Zhou, you should take it out!” Leng Wuyai said.

"Enough with the nonsense, I, Zhou, am eager to see your impressive skills!" Zhou Xun said, waving his hand.
The Xuan Ting Thunder Sword shot out and hovered in front of him.
"How dare you!" Ancestor Tianxuan laughed in fury, and the Crimson Dragon Sword in his sleeve transformed into a hundred-foot-long fire dragon, roaring forth.

"I've tolerated you for too long. There's a difference between a Nascent Soul and an Incarnation. Today, I'll show you what true power is!"

Before the sword light even arrived, the scorching heat wave had already scorched the vegetation within a hundred feet.

"boom--!"

The fire dragon formed by the Crimson Dragon Sword collided violently with the Mysterious Thunder Sword, shaking the entire world.

Amidst the turbulent flow of spiritual energy, Zhou Xun remained motionless, though a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Contains a trace of Nascent Soul power?" He stared at the sudden surge of aura around Ancestor Tianxuan, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:
"So this was your trump card all along."

Ancestor Tianxuan's hair and beard stood on end, and his body was ablaze with crimson spiritual energy like flames.
"Are you afraid now? It's too late!"

He made hand seals, and the fire dragon instantly split into nine streams, rushing towards Zhou Xun from all directions.

"A petty trick!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Xun's eyes. With a thought, he pointed at the thunder sword.
The Xuan Ting Thunder Sword transformed, splitting into numerous sword lights.
Each sword beam was like a blade of grass, delicate yet resilient, coexisting with destruction and life.
"Break it for me!"

Sword light flew out,

"laugh--"

Countless sword lights, as thin as blades of grass, collided with the nine fire dragons, producing a tearing sound that made one's teeth ache.

Those seemingly weak sword lights were like a malignant tumor, eroding the fire dragons inch by inch along their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they twisted the nine fire dragons into a sky full of sparks.

Ancestor Tianxuan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly made a hand seal to recall the Crimson Dragon Sword. But then Zhou Xun suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a bolt of purplish-black lightning, which instantly struck the Crimson Dragon Sword.

"Crack!"

Spiderweb-like cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the Crimson Dragon Sword, and its spiritual light quickly dimmed.

"My Crimson Dragon Sword!" Ancestor Tianxuan's face contorted with heartache. This was a spiritual treasure he had nurtured for thousands of years, and now it had been damaged.

"Old man Tianxuan, let me, Qing, avenge you!"

Qingming Sanren laughed heartily, and then seven golden rays, like venomous snakes, shot out from beneath Zhou Xun's feet.
It is his signature weapon, "Golden Cloud Flying Light"!
While the two were fighting, she had already sneaked under him.

A flash of lightning appeared on Zhou Xun's body, and his figure retreated more than a thousand feet like a ghost. Under the current circumstances of the descent into the realm, no one could use teleportation.
Zhou Xun's movements appeared even more agile!
And just as he was backing away, his mouth opened...
Seventy-two lightning seeds flew out, then deformed and stretched.

It transformed into countless three-foot-long lightning swords.
Zhou Xun changed his technique, and the Thunder Sword split into streaks of sword light, forming a sword net!
At this moment, the golden light also caught up and crashed into the sword net, making a crisp "clanging" sound, and was completely deflected.

It should be noted that this golden light was a genuine spiritual treasure, yet it still failed to break through Zhou Xun's sword net.

The main reason is the descent into the lower realm; everyone's strength is suppressed except for those at the Nascent Soul stage.
Furthermore, Zhou Xun's sword techniques now contain a hint of artistic conception, making their power significantly different.

"Sword formation!" Qingming Sanren's pupils constricted sharply. "When did he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xuanfeng's folding fan transformed into a hundred-foot-long silver rainbow that swept across the room.

The runes engraved on the fan ribs lit up with a dazzling silver light, and the space trembled like water wherever they passed!
Zhou Xun snorted coldly, and pressed his left hand into the air, shouting, "Thunder Prison, suppress!"

Seventy-two lightning seeds suddenly exploded, transforming into countless lightning threads that intertwined into a net. The silver rainbow was momentarily stunned upon impact with the lightning net, and the fan-shaped runes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft—" Liu Xuanfeng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and was horrified to find that this magic weapon had lost contact with him!

"How can it be!"

This was a treasure he used in his early years. Although it was only a top-grade magic weapon, its power was extraordinary.
In the current situation of descending to the realm, its value is naturally highlighted, but in front of Zhou Xun now, it is still vulnerable!
"I'll fight you!"

Seeing this, Leng Wuyai snorted coldly and a black bead flew out of his hand.

The surface of the bead was covered with dense ice patterns, and the cold air condensed into hundreds of ice cones, which poured down like a torrential rain.

"Little tricks!"

Zhou Xun pointed his sword, and the Thunder Grass Sword Formation suddenly spun like a wheel.

The purplish-black sword light collided with the ice cones, producing a series of cracking sounds. The profound ice, strong enough to shatter magical treasures, was reduced to dust by the sword light! Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ancestor Tianxuan formed a hand seal, and nine crimson talismans flew from his sleeve, transforming into nine fire pythons that coiled towards Zhou Xun's limbs.
The fire python's scales gleamed with a metallic luster, clearly indicating that it was a deadly move forged from "Crimson Flame Gold Essence".

"Die!" Ancestor Tianxuan grinned maliciously.

Just as the fire python was about to close in, Zhou Xun's eyes suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light. He made a fist with both hands, and the seven hundred and twenty Thunder Grass Swords instantly merged into one, transforming into a three-foot-long green blade wrapped with purple-black lightning.

Like being dead yet alive,

"cut--"

With a light, effortless swing of the sword, the world suddenly fell silent.

The nine fiery pythons shattered as if struck by lightning. The sword's momentum remained undiminished, piercing through the head of the Heavenly Profound Ancestor in an instant.

"laugh"

With a faint tearing sound, the entire body of the Heavenly Profound Ancestor was pierced through.
A three-inch-sized nascent soul was embedded in the tip of the sword.

It had turned gray and lifeless.

Even his soul was shattered by the sword intent!
"This is impossible!" Qingming Sanren exclaimed in shock.

A dignified Nascent Soul cultivator was beheaded with a single sword strike. What's even more terrifying is that he clearly saw that the Nascent Soul of the Heavenly Profound Ancestor had not yet escaped from the Heavenly Spirit before it was destroyed by the sword intent contained in the sword light!
Liu Xuanfeng's face was extremely ugly, and Leng Wuyai even took three steps back, secretly walking towards the back.

The Thunder Sword stood before Zhou Xun, its blade crackling with purple-black lightning.

He coldly swept his gaze over the remaining three, his voice as icy as the depths of hell:
"It's your turn!"

Qingming Sanren's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he said fiercely, "

Fellow Daoist Liu, Fellow Daoist Leng, this person seems to have obtained an extraordinary inheritance. Since things have come to this, the only option is to capture him.”

"At that time, not only will I be able to avenge Fellow Daoist Tianxuan, but I will also be able to obtain this kind of inheritance!"

"That's right, today we must fight to the death! We're all at the Nascent Soul stage, let's go side by side!" Leng Wuyai immediately made a hand seal and pointed at himself.
Then a streak of blood-red light flew out and merged into the black bead in front of them.
It is clearly some kind of forbidden technique that involves overdraft.

The same was true for the other two; their aura and power surged dramatically.
"Kill!" Liu Xuanfeng shouted.
The next moment, he transformed into a streak of blood and retreated rapidly.

The other two did the same, quickly speeding away in the opposite direction.

All three of them actually planned to let the other make a move so they could escape!
Even though they couldn't teleport, their speed allowed them to escape thousands of feet in an instant.

As expected of an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, his skill in escaping at crucial moments is extremely adept!

Upon seeing this, Zhou Xun's lips curled into a cold smile.

"run?"

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Thunder Grass Sword solidified once more, pointing directly at Liu Xuanfeng.
The Thunder Grass Sword instantly transformed into a streak of purple-black lightning, tearing through the sky and chasing after Liu Xuanfeng!

"Do not--!"

Liu Xuanfeng felt the destructive sword intent behind him and screamed in terror.

He suddenly turned around, unfolded his folding fan, which transformed into a silver light shield in front of him, and at the same time bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence.

The essence and blood merged into the light shield, causing it to shine brightly with silver light!
however--

"Crack!"

The Thunder Grass Sword pierced through the light shield as easily as cutting tofu, and with its momentum undiminished, it went straight through Liu Xuanfeng's chest!

"puff!"

Liu Xuanfeng froze, looking down at the bowl-sized blood hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This power...it's clearly at the Nascent Soul stage!"

Before he finished speaking, countless purple-black lightning bolts suddenly burst forth from his body, and he was instantly engulfed by the lightning and turned into ashes!

Only the folding fan remained, now dull and lifeless, and a storage ring floated in the air.

Seeing this from afar, Qingming Sanren and Leng Wuyai were terrified and desperately activated their escape lights.

"Split up and escape!" Leng Wuyai shouted sharply, rushing to the left.

Qingming Sanren turned to the right and summoned a small blue flag, which grew in the wind and transformed into a hundred-foot-long giant banner to block his way.

Zhou Xun snorted coldly and glanced left and right.
After all, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he did possess some hidden treasures. At this point, he could only choose to pursue alone.
Zhou Xun chased after Leng Wuyai without hesitation.
While a true villain is despicable, he can be understood; it is the hypocrite who is most hateful.
A cold glint flashed in Zhou Xun's eyes, and his figure moved like lightning, instantly closing the distance to within a hundred feet of Leng Wuyai. He raised his right hand, and the Thunder Grass Sword condensed once more, its blade crackling with purplish-black lightning, a sharp sword intent locking onto Leng Wuyai's back.

"Leng Wuyai, you can't escape!"

Leng Wuyai sensed the terrifying killing intent behind him, and his expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly, and an ancient jade talisman flew out from his sleeve. The talisman shattered instantly, transforming into a golden barrier in front of him.

"boom--!"

The Thundergrass Sword struck the golden barrier, unleashing a blinding light. However, the sword failed to break through the barrier and was instead repelled by a recoil force.

"Hmm?" Zhou Xun frowned, not expecting Leng Wuyai to have such a life-saving item.

Upon seeing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Leng Wuyai's eyes, but it quickly turned into terror—because Zhou Xun had already taken the opportunity to approach, and in a flash, he was right in front of him!
"Brother Zhou! Wait!" Leng Wuyai's face was pale, and he quickly raised his hand to stop him, his voice trembling slightly, "We have known each other for many years, why must we be so ruthless?"

Zhou Xun sneered: "When you were besieging me just now, I didn't see you thinking of our past relationship."

Cold sweat beaded on Leng Wuyai's forehead as he hurriedly said, "It was my fault for being confused for a moment! Brother Zhou, I'm willing to pay the price, I just beg you to spare my life!"

Zhou Xun hesitated for a moment, then slightly raised the Thundergrass Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Leng Wuyai's throat: "Hand over the storage ring, and I'll spare your life."

Upon hearing this, Leng Wuyai's eyes flashed with joy. Without hesitation, he removed his storage ring and presented it with both hands.

"Here! It's all for Brother Zhou! Thank you for your kindness!"

Zhou Xun reached out and grabbed the storage ring, which landed in his palm. After scanning it with his divine sense and confirming that it was correct, he coldly said, "Get lost."

Leng Wuyai felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly took several steps back, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhou, for sparing my life!"

After saying that, he turned and ran away.
Zhou Xun watched Leng Wuyai's departing figure with indifferent eyes. He raised his hand and waved...
The Thunder Grass Sword shot out, transforming into a streak of purple-black lightning that shot away in an instant!

"Pfft—"

The Thunder Grass Sword pierced through Leng Wuyai's body in an instant!

"You!" Leng Wuyai froze, staring down at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. He turned with difficulty, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Xun, you said nothing.

Before he could finish speaking, his soul was annihilated by the burst of sword intent!

Zhou Xun raised his hand and summoned Leng Wuyai's storage ring and the black bead, which flew into his palm at the same time.

"I have no habit of letting my enemies go unpunished!"

(End of this chapter)