Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 405: Hiding the Head and Revealing the Tail, Conspiracy and Scheming

In less than a month, many buildings were constructed on the reef island using magic. Every sect participating in the exploration of the secret realm had one or two courtyards on the island as temporary residences, so that the waiting monks would have a place to meditate, rest, communicate and discuss.

Cao Wanxin spends most of his time outside socializing, drinking wine and tea with peers from other sects, or discussing metaphysics and philosophy.

This was a rare opportunity to get closer, so he couldn't let it go.

After taking Junior Brother Xu out a few times, he saw that he was not very enthusiastic, so he stayed alone with him to practice.

With the help of the upgraded God of Creation platform, Xu Yuanchang fed almost two pillars of sixth-level materials to restore the remaining soul of the demon turtle sleeping in the shell.

The efficiency of using the Creation Altar to refine seventh-level materials was greatly improved. He fumbled with a piece of Thousand Soul Flower shell to refine it into a crystal dark red liquid, added two seventh-level wood crystals to it to enhance the wood attribute, and added seventh-level Yaojin and Xuanyin Stone to increase its toughness and sharpness.

Using the divine refining method to control the stretching, quenching, and grinding of the mixed liquid, it took less than half a month to finally produce a two-foot sword with a simple shape like a stick. It was not very attractive in appearance, but perhaps because it was refined on the Divine Platform of Creation, it was sharp and conductive, and had a rare spirituality.

"It's not difficult to refine weapons. Just do it casually. What a pure and transparent sword body. The craftsmanship is no worse than that of the so-called master refiners."

Master Xu admired his masterpiece and almost mistakenly thought that he had an outstanding talent for refining equipment.

Fortunately, he still had some common sense and self-awareness and did not continue to waste such rare materials.

When he finds Old Man Zeng in the future, he will tailor-make a top-grade sword for him. Now, asking an outside refiner to make a seventh-level sword is expensive and costly, and its performance may not necessarily exceed that of the stick sword in his hand.

There is no need to compare appearance, he is not a superficial person who judges people by their appearance.

Just use it.

The bag of seventh-level materials that Si Shaoqiu gave him included fantasy stones, thunder stones, wood crystals, black silver stones, fire gold and other categories, a total of fifty pieces. It was equivalent to exchanging ten seventh-level materials for one fantasy stone, and the exchange was based on market prices. On the surface, he didn't suffer any loss.

He could not understand the runes and taboo words engraved on the jade seal that was three fingers wide and palm long that he had secretly taken away.

Treasures conceal themselves and do not show their light.

He went into the magic mirror and studied it for several days, trying various methods, but he could not figure out the properties and uses of the seal.

I had to put it aside temporarily and look for the information in the books when I returned to the sect.

Every day he diligently practices martial arts and draws talismans, comprehends the power of the rules of illusion, and becomes proficient in the cultivation of Illusion Floating Life Slash and Xuantian Jue. He always believes in the simple truth that practice makes perfect and that one can create something new and fresh, and is unwilling to waste his precious time on boring social activities.

Senior Brother Cao and those at the same level have been practicing for a long time. Even if they practice hard behind closed doors for three to five years, there will not be any significant improvement in their skills.

He is currently in the early stages of a period of rapid improvement, with his spiritual connection with heaven and earth rising all around him. Having also gone through a number of dangerous situations and trials from heavenly thunder, he must seize the time to continue practicing and honing his magic, supernatural powers, and treasures.

Three months passed in a flash, and Xu Yuanchang, in addition to his practice, also refined three seventh-order flying knives.

The level of cultivation has been greatly improved, and the power of the rules of illusion that one has comprehended has been slightly enhanced.

Cao Wanxin's voice came from outside: "Junior brother, do you have time to leave the secret room? The sect has an urgent matter that needs to be discussed with you."

Xu Yuanchang put away his paper, pen and book, opened the door and walked out. Seeing his senior brother walking around in the yard, he asked, "Senior brother, what happened?"

It was noon outside, and Brother Ping was still chatting and strolling outside, reluctant to go back to the yard.

Cao Wanxin raised the flying sword in his hand, with a hint of worry between his brows, and said, "I just received an urgent message from Acting Sect Master You Yanping, saying that our disciples who went out of Wuliu Mountain have been attacked one after another in the past five days. Even the two fifth-floor disciples who were sent out to search for clues were killed in the forest 500 miles away from the sect. The thieves are really rampant, and the disciples are in a panic. I can't get away for the time being, and I have to wait here to hand over the materials to Senior Si of Liuyun Sect."

Xu Yuanchang agreed, "I will go back. Brother, don't worry. We must get to the bottom of this matter. Perhaps some sects are unwilling to see us in Wuliu Mountain have an easy life, so they deliberately took advantage of the opportunity when the high-level cultivators of Wuliu Mountain were away to cause trouble."

Cao Wanxin nodded with a heavy face and warned: "In the past, the open and secret struggles have never been like this, tearing their faces apart and plotting against low-level disciples. It's a life-and-death situation. Junior brother, you must be careful in everything and put your own safety first. This matter may not be simple. When you go back, you can contact Shi Qiyuan of Hufeng Mountain. You knew each other before and have a good relationship. He has been promoted to the seventh floor a few years ago. With him coming forward, the scoundrels dare not act recklessly."

Xu Yuanchang said, "I understand, don't worry, senior brother," clasped his fists and said goodbye, then flew out of the reef island and headed south.

There were many cultivators on the island. They saw Fellow Daoist Xu, who had made a big splash by opening the secret realm, leave.

Some discussion is inevitable.

Late at night, Xu Yuanchang rushed back to Wuliu Mountain and met with the acting sect leader You Yanping and a group of fifth-story monks who had not gone out that night to calm people's hearts, carefully understand the situation, and check the bodies of several murdered disciples placed in the spirit shed at the foot of the mountain.

The two bodies of the fifth-floor disciples were both killed by a single sword strike, with the wounds all in the middle of the forehead, their souls and Nascent Souls were all destroyed.

"The difference in strength between the two sides is too great. I can't tell whether the thief's cultivation is at the sixth or seventh level. There is no trace of alien magic power left in the corpse. I will go five hundred miles away to look for clues tomorrow."

Xu Yuanchang wiped his fingers clean, said a few words to the acting sect master You Yanping, then turned to the crowd a little further away outside the shed and said, "Peng Guihe stays here, and the others go back to appease the low-level disciples on each mountain. In the next few days, try not to leave the sect, and those in the city should not return to the sect. Wait until I find the thief, and then everything will be back to normal."

Many monks responded loudly.

With the presence of the great protector Xu from the seventh floor in charge of the sect, they suddenly felt a backbone.

More than ten years ago, Peng Guihe joined Wuliu Mountain with the token of the great protector Xu. He was well taken care of by the sect leader Lu Jiuzhen and thrived like a fish in water. Four years ago, he came out of the sect's Three Thunder Formation after half a month of training. After less than three years of seclusion, he broke through the barriers and was promoted to become one of the sect's more than forty fifth-level monks, becoming a middle-level figure.

"Gui He pays respects to the Great Protector and pays his respects to the Great Protector."

"Get up. Tomorrow morning, you will lead the way and we will go to the forest five hundred miles away."

Chief Xu Yuan gave a few simple instructions, asking You Yanping and Peng Guihe to step back a little.

He took out incense, candles, paper money and other items, placed simple offerings of wine and food, lit candles, lit incense, burned a few pieces of paper money, prayed, and comforted the dead soul. Then he stretched out his hand and gently waved a few times over the corpse of one of the dead men who had his eyes open, chanting a spell:

"The ghost is not far away, the resentment is pent up, and there is a residual light in the eyes. Now I am here, quickly show the enemy's shadow, obey the law of the founder of all laws, command!"

He activated the altar in his spiritual consciousness space to emit wisps of divine light as a sacrifice to the gods.

As the spell was finished, a faint light appeared in the corpse's eyes, forming image fragments that were projected into the night sky a few feet ahead.

I saw a cold light as fast as lightning, piercing through the middle of the image.

The video ends with a scream.

Xu Yuanchang had already seen through the clues. It turned out that a master from the Seventh Floor was hiding in the dark and using a flying sword to attack. Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? What's the big deal?
After returning to Qinglin Mountain, Xu Yuanchang looked through the information of various sects in the Qiaojiao Mountain area, focusing on the files of the seven-story monks who were fighting against the four sects in Wuliu Mountain, to understand their personalities, strengths, and secret skills. He had already excluded the demon clan sects. With his eyes, he could see clearly that the flying sword carried a trace of rule power, which was not the work of a demon cultivator.

Early the next morning, Xu Yuanchang and Peng Guihe flew out of the mountain gate.

The spring fog is cold and the dew is dripping.

In less than two quarters of an hour, they arrived at a barren forest in the southwest. The birds on the branches screamed and flew away. "Great Protector, Brothers Luo and Hu were attacked over the stream over there. Other monks passing by discovered it. Report it to Wuliushan, otherwise they will be kept in the dark."

Peng Guihe seemed a little nervous. He had been living in the Forgotten Forest for more than a hundred years and had experienced many life and death dangers. He cherished his life very much, as the good days had just begun.

Xu Yuanchang waved his hand and took the chattering Peng Guihe into the space. He had already sensed that danger was approaching.

The entire forest of seven or eight miles, including the thirty feet in the air, was shrouded in thick fog.

Countless flying swords whistled through the air and shot towards Xu Yuanchang above the treetops from all directions. Their afterimages dissipated and the trees broke.

Xu Yuanchang appeared on a small hill three miles outside the trap formation. As an illusionist, if he knew that he would face the thieves from the Seventh Floor and had no means to guard against them and let his guard down, it would be really stupid.

"Boy, you are very cautious. I will go first and you can slowly look for clues."

A vague and old voice came from the foggy forest with a mocking sneer. Before the words were finished, the fog quickly dissipated with the morning breeze.

"Don't go, let's talk more."

Xu Yuanchang stood on the treetops out of thin air and said shockingly: "You are a cultivator from Jiuzhu City. The real target you want to plot against is Xu. Because Xu has only been promoted to the seventh floor for fifteen years, and has a treasure that can help him overcome the calamity, and has opened the Yunyin Secret Realm. It is said that he has obtained countless rare materials from the passage. It is like a 'child carrying gold through a busy city'. It would be unreasonable not to rob him, right or not?"

He looked through the files for a long time last night and thought for a long time, but he really couldn't find any reason for the four sects that were at odds with Wuliu Mountain to warrant the Seventh Floor Master to attack them. Finally, he led the reason to himself and suddenly everything became clear.

The forces in Jiuzhu City are mixed, and there are many desperate criminals who will do anything to achieve their goals.

He thought that by going to the Qiaojiaoshan area to take action, he could eliminate the suspicion.

What if after they succeed, they flee to other realms? The mountains are high and the waters are long, what can Wuliushan do?
"Humph, you are just a bunch of liar. Say whatever you want. I am leaving now."

The old voice faded away without any refutation.

The fog in the forest returned to normal.

A transparent flying sword suddenly appeared about ten feet behind Xu Yuanchang and shot out with great force.

"Bang", the afterimage shattered, and what appeared in the air was still an illusion.

Xu Yuanchang appeared on a tree five hundred feet away, with silver light flashing in his hand. He laughed and said, "Little thief, where are you going to escape now?"

There was a figure below the hill that was trapped in an illusion and suddenly exploded.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the stench was everywhere.

Xu Yuanchang was a little stunned, but then he realized that the other party had also prepared a backup plan. The person trapped was just a scapegoat, no wonder the self-explosion was not very loud.

The desperate criminals in Jiuzhu City should not be underestimated.

Xu Yuanchang thought for a moment, circled, and flew to the stream several miles away where the fog disappeared. He shouted, "I'll give you a chance. If you don't make a move, I'll leave. I'll search all over Jiuzhu City and will definitely find your trace, and then kill the minions you've gathered."

With a "boom", stream water and mud and rocks rolled into the air, and a black shadow rushed towards Xu Yuanchang with murderous intent.

A magical halo acted on Xu Yuanchang from behind, binding him tightly in circles.

However, in the blink of an eye, Xu Yuanchang swapped positions with the demon turtle puppet he had just released. Unnoticed, the demon turtle soul puppet roared and smashed hard at the black shadow rushing below.

The black shadow was fooled time and time again, and was so angry that he was fuming. But he had to shoot the arrow that was on the bowstring, so he chopped it with his sword, and fought hard with the bound soul puppet, and blew it up with a "bang".

The black shadow felt dizzy and suddenly phantoms appeared before his eyes.

I was shocked. How could it be possible?

Didn’t they say that the Taoist priest surnamed Xu had just been promoted and hadn’t even condensed the power of rules yet?

It could even affect him, a late seventh-level cultivator. He already knew he had been cheated and deceived by that bitch.

"Pineapple, how long are you going to sit there and watch?"

Xu Yuan had already gathered his strength by pinching his fingers together, connecting heaven and earth, and using illusion to enter the sword. He casually performed the Illusion Floating Life Slash, which instantly acted on the head of the struggling old man.

The old man in black threw away the broadsword in his hand, covered his head and howled miserably.

It is not a pleasant feeling to have your soul destroyed by a phantom sword.

Several cold lights flashed in the air, fluctuating with overlapping forces, "puff puff puff", piercing through the forehead, neck and chest of the old man who was already unable to take care of himself. All the attacks were done in one go, with perfect timing, and the old man had no time to escape.

Xu Yuanchang's figure remaining in the air was also chopped into pieces by a flying sword.

"Pineapple, right? Where are you going to escape to?"

Xu Yuanchang disappeared completely, and his voice echoed faintly in the air. He used his superb skills of invisibility to search for the thief who was hiding somewhere unknown.

The old man in black was used as a gun. He was greedy and not cautious enough. His death at such an old age was not unjust.

A moment later, Shi Qiyuan arrived late. He looked around the creek at the large number of trees broken by the battle and the old man in black clothes with long hair lying dead in the mud. He called out, "Xu Daoyou, how are you?"

Xu Yuanchang's figure appeared in the air. His face was slightly pale, and he had already swallowed two top-grade soul-enhancing pills.

That mysterious pineapple must have escaped.

He searched carefully within the area of ​​more than ten miles but found no clues.

"Friend Shi, do you know the 'Pineapple' in Jiuzhu City?"

"Pineapple? Is she secretly dealing with you?"

Shi Qiyuan asked. He received a message from his good friend Xu Yuanchang last night, asking him to come here to help this morning. The location was not very specific. He followed the sound of fighting and came here, but he didn't know that Fellow Daoist Xu had already killed a seventh-level thief.

What an amazing skill.

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(End of this chapter)