ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 182: Saint Crossing the Galaxy

The Xihe Garden is destined to be brightly lit tonight.

The medical practitioner was extremely busy because he had the heart-protecting amulet and had not expected that there would be so many injured people. Even the Nine Yang Sect's healing pills were used up. Zheng Tianlu, who came for his junior sister, happened to bring most of the pills from the Miaohuo Sect's medicine garden, which came in handy and filled the gap.

However, it is not free of charge, but all are sold at a price slightly higher than the market price.

Even so, it is enough to make the monks grateful.

The wounds of the monks were polluted by the red light, and the attacks of the spirit beasts were attached with spirituality of different attributes, which needed to be reconciled by medical practitioners to slowly resolve. There were only so many medical practitioners, and their spiritual power would be exhausted. Those who had not been assigned to medical practitioners could only bear it.

Fortunately, the Jindan cultivator has a strong body and will not die even if he stays like this for seven or eight days.

It's just that life is worse than death.

After weighing the two options, most cultivators chose to offer the spirit stones in their pockets to buy pills from Zheng Tianlu.

His deflated purse suddenly filled up again.

After Zheng Tianlu took inventory, excluding the spiritual food banquet he had treated his fellow sisters and nephews, the surplus was actually one third more than before, which stunned the bodyguards and monks who followed him.

"Thanks to Mr. Zheng Daoyou for his generosity."

The injured monk took the pill from him and swallowed it quickly.

His arm was bitten by the fire rat, and the wound was not only carbonized but also had dense small fire spots. As soon as he stopped using his own spiritual power to fight, the small fire spots would burn fiercely and spread to other parts. After taking the pill handed over by Zheng Tianlu, the cool spiritual energy slid from his throat all the way into his dantian, and the small fire spots on the wound were extinguished in an instant.

The monk's frown immediately relaxed: "The fire-killing rat's bite is really deadly. Fortunately, I have the elixir from Fellow Daoist Zheng. Thank you very much."

The wounded were all resting together. Someone grumbled, "They prepared it for his junior sister. They provided us with the elixir for free. Why are you thanking me so much?"

Zheng Tianlu turned around when he heard the voice.

But the voice was too soft, and there were too many people around, all talking in low voices. As soon as the words fell, they were like a drop of water melting into the sea, and there was no way to trace them back.

They all raised their heads, obviously having heard it.

"Uh……"

Especially the cultivator who thanked Zheng Tianlu, holding the porcelain bottle of elixir, his face turned red little by little: "But it really hurts, if you can bear it, no one will force you not to buy it. I am well-educated, I am happy to say thank you, don't point fingers at other people's spirit stones."

"It's okay. My elixir is indeed prepared for my junior sister."

Zheng Tianlu slowly stood up, his back straight, but unfortunately, his naturally round face and round eyes meant that even if he tried to act pretentiously, he couldn't bring himself to look like a landlord's stupid son who had been bullied and sneered angrily: "It's a pity that my junior sister can't be used anymore."

The bodyguard monk behind him asked in astonishment: "Ah? Is Du Xinghe dead?"

"..."

Zheng Tianlu turned back angrily: "She is not injured, not injured!"

After Du Xinghe fell into a coma, Zheng Tianlu was the first to visit her and fed her an elixir that could accelerate the growth of her organs.

Tian Xiao stood outside the door and did not go in to see.

"Since she wasn't injured, why can't we see her?" Jin Deqing from the Lizhu Sect questioned, "Yin Cifeng was eliminated early, but what about her? If she had found us at that time, she and Senior Su Yan would have been together, and the sword formation might not have been broken, and my junior brother wouldn't have died! She was from the Nine Yang Sect before! She also knows the Nine Yang Sect's sword formation! Where did she go?"

Different sects have learned different formations.

But as long as they are from the same sect, after becoming disciples, the master will teach the disciples the sect's protective formation.

When the sect is at a critical moment of life and death, all disciples can do their part.

The disciples of Songxia Sect nearby almost popped their eyes out when they heard this - Daoist friend, is this still in Chinese? Let Su Yan and Du Xinghe cooperate? The internet was disconnected after the Immortal Alliance Competition, and I haven't read the Jade Book for a day! The love, hatred, and vengeance on the Cliff of Questioning the Heart almost wiped out the Dao Discussion section on the Jade Book.

And there are quite a few people who hold the same idea.

But unlike this disciple from Lizhu Sect, they didn’t dare to say it out loud.

After all, everyone depends on their own ability. When monks go out to travel and seek immortal fate and treasures, it is good enough if they don't kill people to steal treasures. There is no obligation of friendship and mutual assistance. So, they could only vaguely agree and ask: "Yes, it would be great if she was here."

"The Ten States Secret Realm is so large, maybe she is also surrounded by crazy spirit beasts somewhere else."

"All the disciples of the Huanling Sect were killed. I remember Luo Shaya and Du Xinghe were very close. Didn't they save her?"

“Fellow Daoist Jin, I understand your feelings of losing a fellow disciple.” A cultivator stood up and supported Jin Deqing, and said with a turn of his eyes: “You know the relationship between Senior Du and the Nine Yang Sect… You know it too, eh…”

Spiritual energy of different attributes and the smell of blood and flesh of the wounded mixed together, filling the air with an irritating and disgusting atmosphere.

"enough!"

Jiang Zeman stood up abruptly and clenched his fists: "Do you dare to say these words again in front of Senior Du?"

He spoke so loudly that he drowned out all the other discussions.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"We are not blaming Senior Du, we just feel it's a pity. Brother Jiang, you don't have to be so excited," the cultivator who supported Jin Deqing said gently, "If you think what I said was inappropriate, I apologize to you."

Jiang Zeman insisted: "Why are you apologizing to me? You should apologize to Senior Du!"

"Don't yell at me..."

"I'm not yelling at you, I'm talking to you!"

The voices kept rising one after another, and Jiang Zeman was so angry that his eyes turned red. He actually didn't understand what they were saying in a sarcastic tone, but he just felt uncomfortable listening to them subconsciously. He was not good at speaking and didn't know where to start in his argument, and instead he seemed like the one who was being unreasonable.

"I just think that if she was there, fewer people would have died, but I also understand that not every Jindan cultivator can lead the cultivators to face the crisis together like Senior Brother Su Yan." The cultivator was not frightened. With so many people around him, he didn't believe that Jiang Zeman would take action here - even if he did, he was not afraid: "Did I say something wrong?"

"you!"

Jiang Zeman's chest rose and fell rapidly, his skin was taut, and his blood vessels were bulging.

His fellow disciple held his shoulders from behind, shook his head and whispered, "Are you crazy? You just activated your barbarian bloodline in the Ten States Secret Realm. If you fight again in such a short time... your meridians won't be able to withstand it!"

Just as Jiang Zeman's fellow disciples were trying to push him back into his chair, a tall figure walked over and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

Only mouths were opening and closing in vain, but no sound came out.

They looked at the newcomer.

The one who could silence all the monks in an instant was the deputy leader Chi Wenxing.

“It’s really noisy.”

She had just finished a meeting with the elders of all the major sects and the top leaders of the Immortal Alliance. Emperor Ying Cang was guarding Du Xinghe, so he couldn't ask her questions. She could only ask the remaining cultivators.

Chi Wenxing sat down with his arms and legs spread out, a cluster of fireworks appeared on his fingertips, and he lit a pipe: "Who among you has been into the fog cave? Raise your hands if you have been there."

No one raised their hands.

Chi Wenxing took a deep breath and said, "Yes, everyone who went in there died. Then let me ask you another way. Do you know what is in the fog cave?"

This time Jin Deqing raised his hand

Chi Wenxing glanced over and said, "Speak."

The next moment, Jin Deqing found that his disappeared voice had returned. He said, "I brought a long-range magic weapon to detect the secret realm. Behind the fog cave is a door suspended between heaven and earth. When I found that it was time to be sent out of the secret realm, but I was still stranded in the secret realm, I wondered if it could be the door to the outside world, but..."

Before he could finish his words, he was silenced again.

Jin Deqing looked at her helplessly.

"I don't want to hear your judgment, just what you see," Chi Wenxing's eyes swept across the crowd coldly: "The rest of the people's speech standards are the same as his."

She was definitely the most impatient superior they had ever seen.

After a snap of his fingers, Jin Deqing stammered and continued, "I left the magic weapon there to see if anyone else would open the door and go in."

"Then did you see it?"

Jin Deqing looked hesitant.

The change in his expression at this moment was quickly captured by Chi Wenxing. A red light flashed past, wrapped around his wrist, and pulled him forward, causing him to fall: "Tell the truth."

"I saw people from the Huanling Sect,"

He obviously didn't want to mention this matter in front of other monks, but under the pressure of Chi Wenxing, he dared not tell the truth: "They pushed the door open and were pulled in by the door."

"Why is the door pulling people in? Is it a mimic monster?"

"No, I don't know how to describe it, but they were dragged in in an instant, and then the door was firmly shut. In that blink of an eye, my magic weapon failed and turned into a piece of ordinary jade, falling from the sky."

Jin Deqing took out the small monitoring instrument from the storage ring and handed it to the deputy leader.

Chi Wenxing took it and examined it carefully: "It is broken indeed. Don't you have a photo stone on it?"

Jin Deqing whispered, "The photo stone is also broken."

Jiang Zeman glared at him.

The information that other monks can provide is not far from this.

A door.

The small sparks from the dry tobacco gave off a faint aroma of soothing herbs. Chi Wenxing snapped his fingers again, returning the right to speak to everyone, and left a photo stone behind: "Heal your wounds well. As for the issue you were arguing about just now - strictly speaking, it was Du Xinghe who saved all of you."

Throwing one stone can cause a thousand waves.

The room was once again as quiet as a stagnant pool of water. Jin Deqing opened and closed his mouth four times, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Chi Wenxing was too lazy to explain to them and just walked away.

After she left, someone couldn't wait to pick up the photo stone she left behind and inject spiritual power into it.

"Wait——" Jin Deqing tried to stop him.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to know what happened in the secret realm?"

"……no."

"That's it, just sit back and watch."

After being injected with spiritual energy, a light curtain opened above the image stone.

In the endless night, half of the mad beasts launched a reckless attack on all the cultivators, while the other half rushed towards a basin.

In the center of the basin stood a monk in white.

Her spiritual power was so strong that the spiritual elements around her were attracted to her and condensed into solid light spots, which adorned her long black eyelashes. Even the five elements of spirituality kissed her with pity and were used by her.

All the monks recognized this face; it was Du Xinghe who “disappeared somewhere unknown”.

A spirit beast pounced towards her, but just as it got close, it was torn into pieces by the invisible sword energy.

The blood and flesh of the spirit beast splashed over half of her body, staining her jade-bone clothes red, like winter plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

The fragrance of flowers is unique, and their fairy-like appearance is extraordinary.

"What is she going to do? Is that the magic circle she drew below?" asked a cultivator.

"Magic circle... Oh, right, Shu Jiuqing is not here either. I wonder if the two of them are playing together!"

"What kind of effect is this magic circle that requires so much spiritual power?"

Seeing her spiritual power was like a drop in the ocean when trying to activate the magic circle, the monks couldn't help but feel horrified.

Purple light surrounded Du Xinghe's body.

A scorpion tail slowly rises behind it, condensing a psychedelic purple that is so beautiful that it is distorted.

The photo stone can only transmit the image, and cannot convey the pressure at that time truthfully. However, the fact that the change in spiritual power is so strong that it can be observed with the naked eye is enough to make everyone gasp!
They also saw that the small insect on Du Xinghe's body had bitten off most of her waist.

Isn’t she a swordsman?

Why do you still raise a poisonous insect that can only eat its owner?

"Is she... still alive?"

Seeing that Du Xinghe's lower abdomen was almost eaten empty, a cultivator asked fearfully, forgetting that this was a Jindan Zhenren who was particularly difficult to kill.

Before they could figure it out, the magic circle was finally charged. In an instant, a purple light shot up into the sky, competing with the red light coming out of the fog cave, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was connected violently.

At the time, the monks were preoccupied with their own affairs and did not notice the frequent strange phenomena in the sky. "She's moving!"

Thousands of balls of light fell down at the moment she raised her hand, like the stars in the sky collapsing and a grand meteorite rain falling.

All the spirits and beasts were frightened at the same moment and could not move!
So this was the real reason why all the spirit beasts in the secret realm lost their ability to move shortly after the sword formation was broken?

Only a Jindan Zhenren has such world-shattering power.

They couldn't help but question, as a fellow Jindan cultivator, could Su Yan do it?
——If Su Yan was here, he would be so angry that he would faint. Is it her own strength to cross the galaxy? Not only is there the amplification of the magic circle behind it, but it is also the spiritual power she has accumulated for two years on her natal insect!

Then, the bridge leading to the outside world from the Ten States Secret Realm was opened again, and Chi Wenxing appeared.

The light curtain dimmed at this moment, and the photo stone recorded here.

Seeing the scene on the photo stone again, Zheng Tianlu felt distressed - the scorpion was not hungry at ordinary times, so why did it eat the flesh and blood of his junior sister? Did he give it less food and water?
Tian Xiao rubbed his chin with his hand and asked, "If I record another one and sell it, how many spiritual stones can I earn?"

Zheng Tianlu turned around and glared at him: "Don't even think about it."

"I'm helping your junior sister become famous."

"Then the spiritual stones earned should also belong to her."

"I'll talk to her."

Apart from these two people who were talking to each other, everyone else was silent.

No wonder I didn’t see Du Xinghe…

It turns out that she was doing great things quietly.

Jin Deqing's face flushed red all of a sudden: "So that's... So that's how it is..."

"She is really very strong. Is she really only at the Golden Core level? I think she is much stronger than Su Yan."

"Even though they are both Jindan, there is still a gap between them. Didn't Su Yan never beat her before?"

Jiang Zeman nodded vigorously, and his fellow disciples stopped pressing him, letting him speak freely: "With Senior Du's strength, she is more than capable of protecting herself and her disciples. Why did she risk serious injury to fight against the power of the fog cave? It's because she wants to save us! You actually doubt her intentions and question her..."

After two sobs, everyone was shocked to find that the Jindan body cultivator who could kill a cow with just one finger was crying!

Jiang Zeman wiped his tears vigorously with the back of his hand.

He felt so sorry for Senior Du.

Senior Du was such a good person. He refined precious wood into a magical instrument and gave it to him. He also saved everyone, but they still talked about him behind his back... He couldn't even win against them! Everyone was better at talking than him. He was too useless and couldn't protect Senior Du's reputation.

"Uh, we didn't say anything, stop crying."

"Wipe your tears."

Some handed him a handkerchief, while others poured him a sip of water to help him calm down.

"But I didn't expect Senior Du to be so kind-hearted."

Jiang Zeman was not good at speaking, but his simple words moved everyone.

Yes, Du Xinghe is a Jindan cultivator, so of course he can protect himself.

She was not even like Su Yan, who had to rely on the Nine Yang Sect and take charge of the situation as a disciple of a large sect when necessary. She could have kept herself out of trouble, but she stood up at the most critical moment.

From the light curtain of the image stone, it can be seen that the conditions for her to activate this magic circle are not easy, and it even seriously damages her vitality!
With just a few words, Du Xinghe's image was raised to a very high level in the minds of all the cultivators in this Immortal Alliance Competition. Jin Deqing, who had questioned her before, blushed like a monkey's butt, not to mention the one who supported him. The two of them lowered their heads in silence.

……

The next day was supposed to be the day to announce the final results of the Immortal Alliance Competition.

But because so many people died, and some were unable to recover from their injuries, the announcement of the results was postponed and instead a farewell ceremony was held for the deceased.

Du Xinghe also came because of his friendship with the disciples of the Huanling Sect.

She has always been a solitary person, but today she was seen wherever she went.

It was not uncommon to be watched. She had been paid attention to by many cultivators before because of her identity as a Jindan cultivator. But this time it was different. Those secret observations turned into unspeakable worship, admiration and a little guilt.

"Something's wrong. It's absolutely wrong." Du Xinghe raised the question after being stared at for the tenth time in Xihe Garden.

Tian Xiao asked back: "What's wrong?"

"Why do they look at me like I'm a god?"

"Master, don't you know?" Shenshui was surprised: "You now have the title of Saint in the Immortal Alliance Competition. Everyone knows that you sacrificed your life without saying a word to activate the forbidden magic circle, and you wanted to sacrifice one person to save everyone."

Du Xinghe was even more surprised than him: "...Should I know? When did I sacrifice my life and no one informed me!"

She just overdrew her spiritual power and took a nap in the house.

As a result, when you wake up, you become a saint?

Du Xinghe felt that she was a person with a strong sense of deservingness. No matter what kind of compliments were given to her, she would not feel guilty at all. But this time, she was really sweating profusely.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Shenshui suspiciously: "Are you spreading rumors?"

"not me!"

Shenshui's head shook like a rattle.

Du Xinghe believed that the little monkey would not dare to lie to her, so it would be difficult to investigate. Fortunately, she did not dwell on it for too long, and turned to ask: "Where is Shu Jiuqing? Did any cultivator she knew die?"

"Junior sister is over there."

The water points to the banyan tree.

Sure enough, there were three monks surrounding Shu Jiuqing, chatting animatedly.

Du Xinghe had just walked over when he heard her loudly deliver an important speech: "Yes, that is the forbidden magic array passed down by my ancestors. It has a history of a thousand years. Before my great-grandmother died, she told me that such an array that harms the life of the caster must never be used again. But at that moment when life and death were imminent, I made a decision that went against my ancestors!"

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"At that time, I kowtowed three times towards the north where my great-grandmother was buried. I took out the formation and explained to Master the dangers of this formation."

"Your master..."

"Your master is Senior Du?"

"Correct!"

Shu Jiuqing nodded sadly: "After my master heard what I said, he said one sentence."

"What did Senior Du say?"

The three of them were clearly attracted by the scene she described and couldn't wait to hear what was to come.

The emotions of the Nine Ninths are very powerful:
"Master said, if she doesn't go to hell, who will?"

"At this critical moment, she must stand up. Only she can stand up!"

"It is her duty to restore the glory of sword cultivation!"

Each sentence is louder than the last.

The three people's eyes also changed from yearning, to passion, to astonishment, and then to panic...

Seeing that the three did not respond to him as enthusiastically as the others, Shu Jiuqing stopped boasting and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Snap, snap, snap, snap...

Four rounds of applause were heard behind Shujiuqing.

"Who else wants to hear about my master's heroic deeds?"

When she turned around, the person who came into her sight was Du Xinghe.

Du Xinghe glanced at the three people. They smiled at her shyly and gratefully, said hello, and ran away.

It's that look again, as if he were a saint.

Du Xinghe retracted his gaze: "When did I say such a thing?"

“Master didn’t say that, but this is Master’s spirit.”

"How can that magic circle have a history of thousands of years? Didn't you customize it on the spot?"

"The power displayed by the magic circle is too strong. There will always be people who want to find out. I described the negative effects in a more frightening way to scare off some of the scoundrels who want to find out." Being caught by the master, Shu Jiuqing was not afraid at all and explained the reason clearly: "It will also make them owe the master a life-saving grace. This honor is what the master deserves, but it was just spread through my mouth. Before cultivating immortals, I also went to a private school and read the books of sages. Influenced by the great deeds of the master, I couldn't help but make some literary processing when retelling. The master will not blame me, right?"

Shu Jiuqing certainly knew that his master was not a saint.

The world of cultivating immortals has never been a place for generosity.

But since you have done a good thing, you have to leave your name behind.

If the master is not convenient to say it in person, she will do it for him.

This was not out of fanatical worship or admiration for Du Xinghe, but she chose to join the Xinghe Sect and worship this master, so she had to find her own ecological niche in this small group, stand firm, and gain the trust of the master, then the master would remember to give her a bite of meat when he ate.

This is the survival wisdom of a solo cultivator trying to survive on his own.

Du Xinghe narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, "You are so smooth-talking." She pinched Shu Jiuqing's cheek naturally, "But you are smarter than your brother."

She was very strong and pinched Shujiuqing's cheeks until they turned slightly red.

The one who was named looked confused: "Ah? Master, does this have anything to do with me?"

"None of your business."

As soon as Du Xinghe raised his eyes, Xinyue understood and let the butterfly spider fly over Shu Jiuqing's cheek, and the slightly red spot immediately returned to normal.

"It's great that you can think for me, but next time before you do the literary polishing, ask for my opinion first."

"I think I can change my slogan to something less corny."

Du Xinghe looked into the distance, and other cultivators still cast curious glances at him from time to time.

Her action stole all the limelight from the Nine Yang Sect and Su Yan.

Everyone knew that the one who repelled the spirit beast and the fog cave at that critical moment of life and death was not someone else, but Du Xinghe.

Even though Du Xinghe showed a huge scorpion tail and a suspected Gu cultivator in the image stone, no cultivator questioned it anymore.

Du Xinghe actually doesn't care much about these.

Just as Jiang Zeman said, do they dare to say this to her?
She wouldn't waste time arguing with anyone, she would just draw her sword.

Du Xinghe lowered his eyes and squatted down by the river in Jinwu City. He wanted to fold a small paper boat lantern to send off the souls of the fallen monks of Huanling Sect, just like the other monks who came to see them off. However, he didn't know where the paper used by the other monks to fold the boats came from.

"Here, use mine."

Ji Wuhuo handed her a piece of gold-thin paper.

Du Xinghe took the paper. His slender fingers looked flexible, but the boat he folded was crooked, like a fat gold ingot. After folding it, Ji Wuhuo lit a small lamp on it and put it into the river.

"You're here too."

Du Xinghe remembered that he was not the only one from the Ji family who came to participate in the Immortal Alliance Competition.

Perhaps one of his classmates was killed in this incident, so she tactfully changed the subject: "My fold is not pretty, and I wasted your paper."

The golden boat was very conspicuous on the river, making the surrounding river water sparkle.

Du Xinghe's guess was correct. Two cultivators died to protect Ji Wuhuo, but their families and descendants received huge compensation and benefits. He himself was not moved by this. He came here only because he knew that Luo Shaya of the Huanling Sect died in the fog cave, so he guessed that Du Xinghe might come.

He had come for her in the first place.

Ji Wuhuo's beautiful fox eyes flashed: "How could that be? I'm so envious, and I want you to fold one for me too."

"You want a soul-sending paper boat, too?"

Du Xinghe wondered, what an unlucky omen.

"Fold one for me and I'll keep it. It will be useful to me if I encounter any misfortune someday."

He begged quietly, "Please."

Ah, thank you Coconut for the 5000 starting coins reward~