Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 487 Not a Violation
In the darkness, there were gusts of cold wind, and a few ghost lights were floating quietly in the air, illuminating the surrounding area with a bleak green.

Xu Yuanchang took a quick look at his surroundings, stepped out of the ghost-guiding formation with complex dark patterns, touched the invisible Fantasy Fairy Ring with his fingers, and could vaguely feel the existence of the Qiyuntai blessed land, which made him feel relieved.

With a smile on his face, he exchanged polite greetings with Chang Wuhui who came forward, maintaining the reserved demeanor that outsiders would see as a powerful figure in the Eighth Floor.

Chang Wuhui used overly enthusiastic words to "fawn" on the Taoist priest who came down from the upper world, and then extended his hand to introduce the old ghost who was as thin as a withered bamboo pole beside him, saying: "This is Taoist Fellow Kuai Huaicai, the head of Youluo House in the reincarnation ghost world. He is the most righteous person."

Each of the ten ghost realms in the underworld has a Youluo House, and every ghost market must have a Youluo Ghost Inn.

When Xu Yuanchang was still in the lower world, he had dealings with the Youluo Ghost Stack in the Ghost Market. He spent crystal stones to enter a secret realm for retreat and practice. The space also contained the VIP ghost card issued by the Youluo Ghost Stack. However, compared with his current status, the ghost card back then is not worth mentioning.

When the monks in the Eight-story Tower practice in seclusion, the spiritual energy they absorb is not something that an ordinary secret realm can afford.

"I am sorry to bother you, Daoist Fellow Kuai, and to disturb your meditation."

Xu Yuanchang took the initiative to speak with a fist, took out an inconspicuous white jade box, handed it over and said: "A little gift, to make friends with Fellow Daoist Kuai."

A faint black aura floated over the skinny old ghost, and his body was as solid as that of a human cultivator. After politely returning the greeting, he declined, "Master Xu, you are too polite. We are already friends because we have the chance to meet. Fellow Daoist Chang has already paid for the resources for you two to practice in the secret realm, so there is no need to pay again."

Even if one is curious about the gift sent by the great master of Bajilou, one cannot eat it in an ungainly manner, or else the human Taoist priest will look down on him.

After some persuasion and arguing, the skinny old man finally took the white jade box with both hands.

Xu Shengtian was completely shrouded in a black robe. He only nodded slightly to Chang Wuhui and Lao Gui, waiting in silence, leaving everything to his third uncle.

The skinny old ghost invited the guests to sit in the side hall of Youluo House to drink tea and talk.

There is communication between the ghost world and the upper world, mostly between the eighth and ninth levels, but it does not prevent the seventh-level mysterious ghost from having secret contact with the upper world. Some obvious rules should not be broken, and the upper level will turn a blind eye and will not govern too strictly.

Certain resources and medicinal materials produced in the upper realm are extremely needed in the ghost world.

We chatted for a while and tasted the special tea from the ghost world.

Kuai Huaicai and Chang Wuhui escorted the two guests to the back hall. Chang Wuhui bowed and said goodbye only after the guests were teleported to the arranged secret realm.

After returning to the side hall, Kuai Huaicai took out an ordinary white jade box from his sleeve and wiped off the rune on the seal.

He carefully opened the lid of the box, and inside was a purple flame ginseng that had been shrunk by magic. The roots were intact and very fresh, with a faint halo flowing on the surface. "Hiss...", the skinny old man's eyes were filled with joy.

As expected, he is worthy of being the powerful one in the Eight-Story Tower. He is very generous and casually took out a rare medicinal herb that is 5,000 years old to make friends.

It’s so full of sincerity that it’s about to overflow from the box.

Such generous friends are worth making friends with, and the more the better.

The skinny old man put away the rare treasures from the human world, stood up and walked to the teleportation hall to send a message to the ghost cultivators in the secret realm, asking him to serve the two distinguished guests well and not to neglect them.

In the secret realm of the ghost world, Xu Yuanchang looked at the lush environment that was like that of the upper world, with sunshine and abundant spiritual energy.

The area within a radius of three hundred miles is rented by them for two hundred years, and there is a group of stunningly beautiful ghost girls at their disposal.

Xu Shengtian chatted with his third uncle for a few words, and chose a mountain a hundred miles away as a place for meditation. He carried the fire spirit that had transformed into a fire crow on his shoulders and flew towards the hall on the top of the mountain.

The honor and disgrace of his master fell heavily on him, and his originally free and unrestrained personality became a little dull.

Xu Yuanchang was not in a hurry to practice, and he patrolled around the mountains and plains.

The ghost cultivators outside were told not to let anyone come in without their permission.

Show your courtesy to Kuai Huaicai, maybe he will ask for something in the future.

This time he owed a favor to Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren. He would definitely be involved in the unknown dangerous events outside the Nine Heavens four hundred years later. The secret realm of the ghost world could make up for his shortcomings of not having practiced for a long time and not having enough experience.

There is no need to bother Chang Wuhui all the time. Preparing an extra way is also for long-term consideration in the future.

Landing on a hilltop thirty miles away from the entrance, Xu Yuanchang released his clone and ordered it to hide and guard. He walked into a simple courtyard, made some arrangements, took out his jade slip notes, and paced in the courtyard, flipping through them and thinking.

The sun sets in the west and the sky is about to turn dark.

Xu Yuanchang walked into the quiet room, sat cross-legged and adjusted his state.

After half an hour, the room was filled with green mist, and there was a light flickering like stars in it.

He decided to practice the magical skills of creation taught by his master, starting from the first level and working his way up step by step. In the past, he only pursued cultivation strength, but now he has plenty of time to reflect on his inner self, put aside illusions, and slowly trace back to the source and sort out his state of mind.

Mu Xiaoxiao's suggestion reminded him.

Reviewing the past to learn new things also applies to Taoist practitioners.

Fifty years passed while he sat there. Outside, everything was calm and peaceful, and Xu Shengtian, who was practicing in seclusion a hundred miles away, also did not go out.

During this period, Kuai Huaicai specially came to the secret realm from Youluo House and asked the ghost cultivators waiting outside. He learned that the guest did not have any additional needs, so he instructed his men not to disturb the guest's practice and to report any news in time.

In the quiet room, Xu Yuanchang's figure had long disappeared. The green mist took on a slightly purple-gold hue and became increasingly sticky, like the constant fluctuations of sea waves. Then it gradually thinned out. When the mist completely disappeared, Xu Yuanchang suddenly appeared in the room.

I opened the door and walked out, surrounded by the warm and brilliant sunshine.

Xu Yuanchang's face showed no joy or worry, his mind was clear and his heart was pure. He no longer cared about the bottleneck.

He summoned his clone and asked a few questions.

After circling the sky over 300 miles, he returned to the courtyard on the top of the mountain. Every day, he leisurely brewed a pot of sword-intentioned soul-nourishing tea, read books and wrote to cultivate his nature, practiced a few talismans, sensed the heaven and earth, realized the power of Taoism, and nurtured the master's seal and the windless sword.

Occasionally I have some insights, but by the time I wake up, ten or eight years have passed.

Later, he began to try to use the sixth-level fire crystal as material to construct the central formation of the Nine Illusion Palace that he was familiar with.

Use spiritual consciousness to build six-sided foundations, use magic power to connect the nodes, evolve the nine basic operating rules of the Jiugong Qimen, abandon the cumbersome and complicated, and the twenty-seven combinations of changes are enough to trap the opponent for a moment.

He used the ideas of a formation breaker to create a unique formation tool.

He did not seek to use it repeatedly; he only needed to unleash the power of the array once and for all to gain the upper hand.

Relying on his profound wealth, after nearly a hundred failures and unremitting attempts, he finally completed the production of an array device similar to a "magic cube". Afterwards, he used eighth-order fire crystals as materials, wasting a lot of materials, and completely mastered the production of disposable array devices.

The crystals that were damaged when the formation was failed were not wasted and were all fed to the Altar of Creation.

Before he knew it, his bottleneck was broken.

With fifty years left, the fire spirit flew back and went into the altar of creation to sleep.

Xu Yuanchang and his nephew worked together to refine two customized magic cube array devices, infused them with divine power, and gave them to his nephew to slowly nurture.

Before leaving the secret realm, Xu Yuanchang had a secret talk with Kuai Huaicai and reached an agreement on future cooperation.

"Are you confident that you can handle the challenge?" "No problem. I have carefully considered all the possibilities and am ready."

"Then let's go and wait for your good news."

Xu Yuanchang talked with his nephew via voice transmission and was teleported from the secret realm to Youluo House, where Kuai Huaicai and Chang Wuhui were waiting. After greeting each other, he took a black bag prepared by Chang Wuhui, which contained the extremely yin medicinal materials that Mr. Zeng needed.

After returning to the still operating Juyin Formation at Qingyao Peak, Xu Yuanchang did not stay long as he had already explained everything that needed to be explained.

During his two hundred years of seclusion, he had already advanced to the late eighth floor. When his nephew's affairs were settled, he would go to the Sinking and Floating Realm to hone his mind and seek an opportunity to achieve enlightenment.

Yu Fengwu escorted the Sect Master out of the mountain gate and handed him a can of freshly brewed tea, saying with deep emotion:

"Senior Wu Luo has been struggling to hold on until now. He has been waiting for Shengtian to return to the mountain. It is really sad that a great master has fallen into such a situation. Alas!"

"Heaven is merciless. Shengtian will protect his last dignity."

Xu Yuanchang replied. He didn't want to talk about anything too serious, so he changed the subject and asked, "How is your Heart Sword doing? When things here are over, shall we go to the Upper Realm for a tour?"

The gloom on Yu Fengwu's face disappeared, and she smiled and said, "The Heart Sword has been completed. I should be able to travel within ten years."

Thinking of something, he transmitted his voice, "We have two more ascended masters in Dengxian Sect. They are Zhang Xian and Ye Cai who ascended from Laizhou. Mu Qingshan brought them into the sect."

Xu Yuanchang had never heard of the two people's names, and guessed that they were rising stars. After talking for a while, he said goodbye and left.

After returning to Dengxian Temple, he handed the bag of medicinal herbs purchased by Chang Wuhui to Mr. Zeng, and after meeting the two newcomers who had joined the sect for more than ten years, he encouraged them with warm words.

Twenty years after he left the sect, Zhao Jun, together with Tang Yijian, Xiao Ang and Bai Yi, went to Yuxu Territory again.

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There is a thatched cottage on the back mountain of Qingyao Peak.

Xu Shengtian sat cross-legged on the cushion, looking at his skinny master shrouded in a black robe, and chattered to his master about his experience of practicing in seclusion in the secret realm of the ghost world.

The small yam tree had grown to two feet tall and stood straight, but its leaves looked thin.

Wu Luo laughed hoarsely from time to time, feeling quite relieved.

From then on, Xu Shengtian stayed with his master in the thatched cottage, picking up some interesting and funny stories and telling them to his master.

As the autumn wind blew and the yellow leaves fell, Wu Luo didn't want to hold on any longer. He had been blind for a long time, and every extra quarter of an hour he lived would mean endless pain and suffering. He said in a very hoarse and weak voice, "Do what God wants. Stop what God doesn't want."

After saying this, he sat in meditation in a thatched cottage.

The small tree in front of you will shake and drop half of its leaves.

Xu Shengtian knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "I, your humble disciple, respectfully bid farewell to Master."

From the direction of the Soul Palace on Qingyao Mountain, the sound of a desolate funeral bell rang out, floating in the sky soul-stirringly, and autumn rain fell heavily.

Reactions from different hilltops were mixed. Some people knelt down from afar and cried bitterly, while others gloated over the misfortune and secretly sent messages to inform the outside world.

Three days later, Xu Shengtian, dressed in black with a cold expression, held a two-foot black thorn in his hand, with countless tentacles swaying behind him. Fifty miles above, an old man in a purple divine robe was facing him from a distance.

Monk Wurong and Nanyuhe of Qingliang Mountain acted as notaries and presided over this fight between fellow disciples.

Within a radius of one hundred miles, two ninth-rank masters jointly set up restrictions to prevent the aftermath of the fight from damaging the Qingyao Mountain blessed land and destroying the mountain's root veins.

"These are the rules of the fight. Regardless of life or death, outsiders are not allowed to interfere."

Nan Yuhe, with a dignified look, briefly said that the restrictions they set up could not be interfered with by outsiders. He waved his hand and shouted, "Let's start."

The purple-robed old man didn't rush to take action. He said with a fake smile on his face, "Junior Brother Xu, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. As long as you are willing to admit defeat and leave Qingyao Mountain, I can plead for you. We are from the same sect, and I don't have to take your life."

The old man was afraid of the two women outside the field.

Although Patriarch Nan promised to keep him safe, he had to win the challenge once he was sent into battle, but wouldn't it be better to win without fighting? Or he could use words to strike a blow to the opponent's mind.

Xu Shengtian sneered: "Hu Zizhi, prepare to die!"

The figures suddenly turned into more than ten and rushed towards the old man from all directions.

The figure of the purple-robed old man flashed and disappeared in the air. However, several figures suddenly threw out talismans, which exploded into a sea of ​​​​fire. Only a bird's cry was heard in the flames, high-pitched and sharp. In an instant, the flames spread to an area of ​​​​a hundred miles.

The scorching heat caused the restrictions covering the air to reveal traces, fluctuating and flickering with light.

Nan Yuhe's face froze outside the field. How could it be possible?

An eighth-rank fire spirit pet.

In the seven realms of the upper realm, apart from the two old guys from the demon clan, no one has ever heard of raising an eighth-level spiritual pet.

Human masters would rather cultivate clones than spend huge costs and energy to raise a high-level spiritual beast which requires a lot of resources. Only a few can be cultivated to the seventh level, and most of them require the combined efforts of several generations.

"Shameless boy, how dare you cheat so openly!"

"Fellow Daoist Nan, please be patient. The spirit beast driven by Young Master Xu has a strong aura of divine power, so it is not against the rules."

Monk Wu Rong was also a little surprised. He thought about Mu Xiaoxiao, Lin Sanren, Guan Qi Shusheng and others. He wondered where Xu Shengtian borrowed the fire crow from, so he said a word to help.

Wu Luo's body was still warm, and Nan Yuhe's behavior was too ugly to be tolerated, so he couldn't even postpone the challenge for a few days.

Nan Yuhe snorted coldly. He had indeed not thought of this beforehand. It was his negligence.

If a seventh-level spirit beast was released, it would not be of any concern to the overall situation. However, who could have expected that the impoverished Young Master Xu could borrow an eighth-level spirit beast, and stay with it for quite a long time, at least a hundred years.

He suffered a loss in silence.

The old man in purple robe could no longer hide his figure. A ten-foot-tall golden-armored god holding a giant axe suddenly chopped towards one of the figures. He also prepared a means.

Xu Shengtian shouted: "Explode!"

"Bang", the figure was split into two by the axe light that came from the air.

A fiery red array device exploded above the golden-armored god general puppet, and the billowing flames floated and turned into the number of nine palaces, spinning with a whoosh.

The golden-armored general was trapped in the formation. He swung his giant axe and chopped, rushing left and right, but he couldn't get out in a short time.

The purple-robed old man had an unpleasant look on his face. Where did that kid get that strange treasure?
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(End of this chapter)