Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 480: Some People’s Cultivation Is in Futility
The white-bearded old man who showed up rubbed his forehead with his left hand, feeling terrified. He wondered what kind of person that man with a broadsword disguised as a physical cultivator was.
At such a close distance, he used a phantom illusion to deceive his perception and not reveal the slightest flaw.

It was a waste of his secret magical power of "Black Gold Breaking the Body".

The sword that cut him down out of thin air seemed incredible like a magic trick, yet it was so powerful that it turned out to be just a feint.

In order to cover up the invisible attack launched almost simultaneously from the other side, the ethereal sword intent contained therein had already hurt his soul, causing him a splitting headache. He could no longer withstand the explosion of the broadsword, and had to use a precious jade talisman to escape.

After suffering such a great loss, he had no idea whether the other party was a sword cultivator or a magic cultivator?

He threatened by mentioning the famous name of Jietian Peak.

The other party seemed to be familiar with Lin Sanren's ancestor, and casually called him "Uncle Lin" and claimed that his surname was Xu.

It doesn't seem like a random association, but isn't Lin Sanren's surname Lin?

He was a little confused. The other party did not continue to chase him and had indeed shown mercy.

The many monks watching the battle at the foot of the mountain were in an uproar, staring at the old man in the air, ready to make a move.

Everyone can see the bargain.

The white-bearded old man waved his hand to take back the oval translucent shield that had been thrown far away. He snorted coldly and swung the shield towards the foot of the mountain, stirring up a hurricane. Sand and stones whistled like arrows, making those ignorant fools tumble and crawl away.

He couldn’t beat the rough man who broke into the dry ice cave, and he couldn’t deal with a bunch of bad guys?
The environment and terrain here are blessed by forbidden magic, so there is no need to worry about magic destroying the Dry Ice Cave.

The old man wrapped his body with a shield and rushed into the icy cave.

From a distance, he saw the man in gray holding a broadsword and confronting a woman in white, and he hurriedly shouted, "Junior Sister Chu, don't fight."

He was afraid of angering the gray-clothed man, so he raised his sword and hacked his junior sister half to death.

To this day, his head is still buzzing with exploding pain.

The dry ice cave is filled with ice and snow. The ground is covered with light blue icicles of varying sizes. Bone-chilling winds are raging, and wisps of light blue icy air can be seen swaying in the air with the naked eye.

In such an extremely cold place, it is almost impossible for ordinary sixth-level monks to move forward, let alone explore around.

Xu Yuanchang picked up the broadsword, tilted his head to look at the old man who was hit by his sword and was much more polite, and said with a chuckle: "I just want to ask one question, was the Dry Ice Cave opened by you from Jietian Peak? If so, I will turn around and leave without saying a word."

The woman in white who was standing in the air ten miles ahead, with her face covered with misty white gauze, frowned when she heard the words.

What an arrogant and rude man, he deliberately said the opposite and treated Jie Tian Peak as nothing.

The white-bearded old man put away his shield and bowed, saying, "Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Xu. I am Pu Chengchuan from Jietian Peak. There are some misunderstandings here. It's not that we from Jietian Peak are overbearing and unreasonable. In fact... the young master of our sect is tempering his body in one of the ice caves. Please forgive me. Fellow Daoist Xu, which cave are you going to?"

He knew that if he didn't tell the truth, the difficult man would probably attack him immediately.

The other party's background was definitely not ordinary, and he really had no fear of Jie Tianfeng. From his perspective, that man disdained to pretend.

In his mind, he went through all the masters of the Eight-Story Tower from the major superpowers in the seven regions of the upper realm, but he really couldn't figure out who the other party was.

Xu Yuanchang bowed in return: "So it's Fellow Daoist Pu. I'm going to the 'Cold Flame Cave'. Will it conflict with your young master's location?"

He was not afraid to tell the other party, because every ice cave had its own unique world and many branching paths.

The place he wanted to go was difficult to find.

When he wanted to leave, three or five people of the same level couldn't stop him.

The white-bearded old man was relieved. This was the best. He laughed and said, "No conflict. Fellow Daoist Xu, please go in!"

Signaled to the woman in front to make way.

The woman in white silently moved to the right. Most of the cultivators who came to the upper realm would use magic weapons or spells to change their appearance.

If they are familiar friends, they can roughly recognize each other through other methods.

She couldn't tell who the other person was, and he shouldn't be a monk in the circle.

Xu Yuan flew to the left with a swagger. He was wondering if Lin Sanren had chosen a female disciple as his successor?
When going to the ice cave to temper the body and practice, the area must be cleared and no outsiders are allowed to come in. What a big deal.

The woman in white watched the man disappear and asked in a voice transmission, "Lao Pu, who is that guy?"

Pu Chengchuan's eyes were cold, and he shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know him. He said his last name was Xu, and he was quite arrogant. He called Lin the ancestor 'Uncle Lin'. I fought with him for a while, and only then did I get away after using a death-substitute jade talisman."

The woman in white was extremely surprised. "Just one move?"

"Yes, I attacked first, but was easily suppressed by him."

Pu Chengchuan smiled bitterly, not wanting to elaborate too much, as it would be too embarrassing, and said, "That person's methods are very strange. After thinking it over, I still think it is appropriate to send a message to ask for instructions from Patriarch Lin. The young master is tempering his body in the ice cave, and there must be no mistakes."

The woman in white nodded: "I understand, you go, I will guard the young master."

It turned into a streak of icy light and disappeared into the air.

Pu Chengchuan walked out of the cave, took out the cross-border communication flying sword, briefly recounted the matter, and raised his hand to send the flying sword into the air.

Most of the monks at the foot of the mountain dispersed, and only a few remained, whispering to each other within a dozen miles.

About half an hour later, Pu Chengchuan received a reply from Patriarch Lin.

"Don't try to stop him. Let him go wherever he wants."

It was just a simple sentence, but Pu Chengchuan could sense the weight of it, which was extremely heavy.

He turned around and went into the ice cave again. He had to inform Junior Sister Chu about this immediately.

They couldn't afford to offend the monk named Xu.

Strange, who is it?

Xu Yuanchang had already arrived at the Hanyan Lake, a thousand miles away. With a thought, a fluffy fire spirit appeared on his shoulder, and its originally snow-white hair turned light blue.

The little fellow made a joyful "chirp" sound, giving his owner a layer of light blue glow.

He stepped onto the ice surface where blue flames were floating, and with the help of the fire spirit absorbing the extreme icy power, he did not need to consume any mana.

He walked to the deep blue Cold Flame Mountain more than ten miles away, looking at the crystal clear, diamond-like mountain made of ice crystals that was hundreds of feet high. Directly opposite were two caves with faint blue flames coming out. He memorized the number of steps in his heart and walked three hundred steps to the left.

Walk into the seemingly ordinary ice cave in front.

There are many branch paths inside the ice cave, which are connected to other caves and are intricate and complex.

When he came to a fork in the road, he chose to go left, and walked all the way to the end, where he saw a deep and bottomless ice crystal portal.

When he touched the Fantasy Fairy Ring, a golden light was emitted and the portal twisted and turned into a water wave light gate. As he stepped in, the light gate rippled and quickly disappeared, leaving only translucent ice crystals blocking the way at the end.

Xu Yuanchang appeared in an ice crystal palace filled with blue flames deep inside. It was extremely cold everywhere, and even the Yin and Yang fire essences were restrained a lot, not daring to absorb the blue flame energy wantonly.

There was a dark narrow door right in front of him. His master had only casually recited a few words, but what exactly was he going to do here?
With his master's temperament, how could he explain it clearly?

Looking around the thirty-meter-sized square ice crystal palace, it was empty except for the condensed ice cones of varying heights. It was clear at a glance that there was nothing worthy of his attention.

He guessed that the old Taoist wanted him to use the extremely cold environment here to temper his body and strengthen his physical training. By the way, he also wanted to replenish the fire spirit with flame energy. With the natural ability of the seventh-level Yin-Yang Fire Spirit, the Yin and Yang flames can be switched freely. The blue flame here is a kind of Yin fire.

Place the fire spirit on the ice and let it go to the corner to replenish itself.

The phantom armor on Xu Yuanchang's body was flowing with colorful light, but he could still feel the biting cold. He silently practiced his skills, drawing the cold into his body and tempering his physique bit by bit.

His skin felt so cold and painful as if it was pricked by needles that his entire body was soon covered with a thin layer of pale blue ice crystals.

He had previous experience of forging his body with fire poison in a scorching environment. With his current eighth-level cultivation level, he was able to handle it with ease, except for some discomfort at the beginning, after half a day, without getting frostbite.

The fire spirit in the corner was quietly emitting a faint light, without moving a single motion.

Time passes unnoticed in silence.

……

Watch casually on Tianxing Mountain.

In the season of blooming spring flowers, Gu Yunzhu walked on the soft green grass with a faint smile on her face, listening to her senior brother chattering about plans to travel. She had already absorbed the ray of divine power that the sect master had sent her.

I have a general direction for how to advance to the Ninth Heaven in the future.

No longer was he completely in the dark, for he could get those unheard-of good things that only a powerful sect leader could get.

"It's up to you. You can go wherever you want."

"Junior sister, where do you want to go? Can you tell me?"

Xu Shengtian walked backwards towards the hillside. His junior sister had been in seclusion for many years, and he had hardly ever left the sect.

Zeng Xiyue was happily picking flowers nearby. She rolled her eyes and suggested loudly, "Master Uncle, how about we go to Liuyun Territory and play with Aunt Nie?"

Xu Shengtian refused outright: "It's us, not you."

Zeng Xiyue ran to Gu Yunzhu, put the newly woven wreath on her, and pulled her arm and acted coquettishly: "Madam Gu, please take me with you. I miss Aunt Nie so much. Master didn't keep his word. He said he would take me out to play, but he ran away quietly without a trace. It's been more than ten years."

"Okay, let's go to Liuyun Territory and play with your Aunt Nie."

Gu Yunzhu lovingly pointed at the little girl who didn't even look like an adult.

"Wow, that's great. Lady Gu is better than Master Uncle. I'll go tell my mother."

Zeng Xiyue was overjoyed, laughing like a crazy girl, and flew towards the direction of Dudeng Mountain. Didn’t her master tell her to read more and gain more experience?

Traveling thousands of miles is equivalent to reading thousands of books.

She went to Liuyun Territory and read hundreds of thousands of books.

Xu Shengtian still used words to attack the little guy: "My junior sister and I are going to Liuyun Territory, and we won't take you with us, you little burden."

"Hehe, I'm following Lady Gu, I don't want you to take me with you."

Zeng Xiyue refuted without showing any weakness and had already flown far away.

There was a sword light circling outside the formation in the sky. Xu Shengtian sensed it and waved his hand to capture the flying sword. He glanced at it and suddenly showed a rare nervousness and confusion on his face. He sent a voice transmission to Gu Yunzhu who was looking at him: "My master... suffered a backlash from his practice and may not live long... I have to go back quickly."

His master had always wanted to break through to the tenth level, and had been cultivating his divine clone for two thousand years.

He had already raised three ninth-level clones, which were to merge with the original body and fulfill his wish of ascending to heaven. However, things did not go as he wished and something went wrong at the critical moment. He suffered backlash from the heavens and all his efforts were in vain.

His master did not elaborate on the specific reason.

There are many old seniors in the upper realm who all took the method of nourishing the body and achieving unity. The famous great swordsman Gao Jian is a successful example. As for how Taoist Master Yanshan broke through to the eleventh level, it is almost a mystery.

Gu Yunzhu grabbed his senior brother and said, "I will go with you. You, the young master of Qingyao Mountain, have not yet broken through to the eighth level. I am afraid you will encounter troubles from the various forces in the sect."

She has experienced countless dangers, both in her past life and in this life.

Brother, if you are in a position but do not have the strength to match it, you will become a thorn in the eyes of some people.

Xu Shengtian hesitated for a moment, and seeing that his junior sister was determined, he nodded in agreement and said, "There is no time to lose. Say hello to Elder Zeng and Fairy Yu. We must hurry there."

In less than a cup of tea, several people gathered and climbed up the mountain hall.

Yu Fengwu raised his eyebrows and said, "If there is any trouble and you need my help, just let me know."

Xu Shengtian bowed and walked out of the hall with his junior sister. The two did not go through the mountain gate. Instead, they changed their appearance and left quietly from the sky.

Zeng Xiyue, who was overjoyed for nothing, sat alone on the stone bridge outside Bailin Valley, kicking her legs in frustration, picking petals one by one, and dropping them into the stream below out of boredom.

The petals swirled in the water and flowed downwards, just like her lost mood.

The lazy tiger appeared at the end of the bridge and rubbed his head against the lonely woman who had been wanting to play with him.

Zeng Xiyue reached out and stroked Lazy Tiger's smooth fur, laughing as tears flowed down her face.

……

Zhoushan area, on the southernmost island.

A young monk in a gray robe and a string of brown Buddhist beads around his neck walked into the dilapidated temple.

The temple had long been deserted, and in the main hall with half of its roof collapsed, buried a completely unrecognizable statue of Bodhisattva. The young monk picked up dead branches and tied them into a broom, then cleaned the hall as much as possible, placed an incense burner, lit incense and offered sacrifices.

Sit cross-legged, beat the wooden fish and recite scriptures.

Gradually, the sound of chanting resounded through heaven and earth, and the eighteen Buddhist beads emitted rays of light, as bright as a wheel, enveloping the monk.

"what sound?"

"Look, it's the Buddha's light. There are monks entering the Buddhahood on the rocky mountain."

"Be careful, don't disturb the senior."

There were seven or eight cultivators on the island, adventurers who went to the nearby sea to search for underwater spiritual herbs and spiritual pearls. Noticing the unusual celestial phenomenon, they all flew into the air and approached the edge of the scattered Buddha's light, hoping to get some of it and perhaps get a chance.

Bathed in the white Buddha light, it fell to the ground and waited for them to wake up.

There is no longer any monk in the dilapidated temple.

"Wow, God bless me, my bottleneck has loosened, hahahaha!"

"Me too, thank you senior!"

A few people showed their joy and paid homage to the dilapidated temple.

Another person suppressed his excitement and had a breakthrough without realizing it. He secretly decided to rebuild the ruined temple.

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(End of this chapter)