The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

"In that case, I will also bet the entire price of this incomplete spell."

What Ye Yang took out.

It was the fragment of the Blue Sea Rising Tide Art that he had obtained from the Dharma Real Person who had been killed by the Netherworld Huangquan when he and Queen Yama killed him.

The fact that this item can be stored in the storage bag of Master Fashang shows how precious it is.

Therefore, this person was very satisfied. As soon as he got it, he felt it was extraordinary. He wanted to observe it all the time. He felt that the cultivation that had restricted himself for many years might have the possibility of a breakthrough.

The two quickly completed the deal.

The man carefully put away the remaining fragments of "The Art of Rising Tides in the Blue Sea" for fear of being seen by others.

Then he respectfully took the Ten Thousand Year Old Withered Sword Grass in his hand and handed it to Ye Yang.

At this moment, he had already sensed that the person in front of him was of extraordinary identity. After all, anyone who could use such a technique must have extraordinary abilities.

"Senior, this is the Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass. I hope it will be of help to you."

The man solemnly handed the withered sword grass to Ye Yang.

Ye Yang took it, held it in his hand, and felt it slightly, and a hint of joy appeared between his brows.

"Even though the thousand-year-old withered sword grass in front of me has dried up beyond recognition."

But he knew very well that the herbs in this state seemed to hide even more powerful power.

Ye Yang took the Ten Thousand Year Old Withered Sword Grass, held it in his hand, and sensed it slightly. A hint of joy appeared on his brows.

This ten thousand year old withered sword grass is only the size of a palm. At this moment, it has dried up beyond recognition. Its leaves are yellow and thin, and it really looks like a sharp sword.

Only the tail part has become somewhat burnt.

The two sides have sharp and serrated edges, exuding a faint spiritual charm.

Although it has withered, Ye Yang can still feel the powerful spiritual energy contained in it.

It seems like it can be revived at any time.

In particular, there is a sword energy rising from the ground inside it, rushing straight into the sky, with unparalleled sharpness.

Ye Yang felt the sword energy, which was piercingly cold, and his heart was filled with waves.

This is not only because the Ten Thousand Year Dry Sword Grass itself is rare and precious.

What makes it unique is the sword energy contained within it.

It even seems like a peerless divine weapon.

"Although this sword energy is suppressed within the dry grass, it seems to be something that has grown naturally, and it is sharp and unstoppable."

Ye Yang speculated secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the Creator.

"If I can use a special method to guide this sword energy, I might be able to forge a peerless sword."

Ye Yang's eyes became hot.

He knew that such an opportunity was rare.

This is especially true when it comes to improving the Red Maple Sword.

He no longer hesitated and put the Ten Thousand Years Withered Sword Grass into his storage bag, preparing to use it carefully after returning.

Ye Yang thought as he walked.

“If the Red Maple Sword can really take advantage of this opportunity of the Withered Sword Grass to reach a new level, then I will be one step closer to the goal in my heart.”

After collecting the Ten Thousand Year Old Withered Sword Grass, Ye Yang and the Blood Medicine Saint did not travel far, but continued to stroll around the Tianxing Club.

Next, it will be normal trading.

Although these cultivators in the realm of true person still have many good things in their hands.

However, he already possessed such rare treasures as the Ten Thousand Year Old Dry Sword Grass and the remains of the Yin-Yang Boy.

Although the other items were nice, nothing excited him anymore.

It was not until the early morning that the Tianxing Party gradually came to an end.

The Blood Demon Saint also found some good things during this process.

The golden dragon and tiger rings behind him swirled around each other, emitting an astonishing sound of iron and steel. Ye Yang could tell that this object was not far from the level of a meridian-suppressing treasure.

“This trip was well worth it.”

A smile appeared on the Blood Demon Saint's brows, and it was obvious that he was quite satisfied with this harvest.

As the sky gradually brightens.

The last trace of trading sound gradually disappeared, and the whole morning returned to silence.

Ye Yang was anxious to go back and try out the power of the black and white boy's body and the Ten Thousand Year Old Dry Sword Grass. After bidding farewell to the Blood Demon Saint, he prepared to return to Feitian Gate alone.

Ye Yang was surrounded by strong winds and evil spirits as he walked up to the sky. He had just walked halfway when he suddenly felt a sense of alertness in his heart.

Seeing this, he stopped, looked back, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, Ye Yang keenly sensed a faint aura following closely, like a long sword in the night or a cold breath.

Silent but unsettling.

He did not take immediate action but continued on his way, pretending to be unaware.

After walking for a while, Ye Yang's mouth corners curled up in a meaningful arc.

He turned around and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, since you are here, why do you have to hide like this?"

After he finished speaking, a hint of sword appeared in his eyes, and bits of bright light gathered together, and a figure appeared.

Dressed in a black robe, he looked majestic.

It was the black-robed swordsman who had previously fought with him for the Ten Thousand Year Old Withered Sword Grass.

The man obviously did not expect that Ye Yang had discovered his existence.

For a moment, his body was a little stiff, but then a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward and was about to speak.

However, when the black-robed swordsman was about to take action, he couldn't help but look shocked and horrified.

Just a moment ago, he felt a powerful and heart-pounding aura emanating from the other party.

This breath was like a substance that pressed down on him, instantly solidifying the air around him. He was like a lone boat in the midst of raging waves, adrift and helpless, and in danger of capsizing at any time.

The black-robed swordsman, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly changed his expression, and his greedy eyes turned into fear.

Ye Yang didn't say much, but just stared at the other person coldly. That look seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and make people shudder.

The black-robed swordsman felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar when he felt the pressure. He was covered in cold sweat and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, it has completely lost its previous vigor.

"Senior, Senior, I...I didn't mean to offend you, it's just..."

The black-robed swordsman stammered, his voice filled with obvious fear and a plea for mercy.

Ye Yang ignored him and just waved his hand lightly. The powerful aura then receded, like the tide receding, leaving only a dead silence.

Seeing this, the black-robed swordsman did not dare to stay any longer. He turned around and fled in panic like a stray dog, fearing that he would suffer a catastrophic disaster if he was a step slower.

But at this moment, he suddenly found a huge hand reaching out from the sky, and then it slightly grasped him.

It wanted to struggle, but no matter how hard it tried, there was no chance of escape.

"Come with me! There are things I want to ask you."

The voice sounded like it came from a god in the sky, without any trace of worldly touch, yet it made people feel awe.

The black-robed swordsman felt an irresistible force enveloping his entire body. Even if he tried his best, he could not break free from the invisible giant palm.

As the giant palm lifted gently, he felt as if he had traveled through space. The scene in front of him changed rapidly until everything froze in a mysterious dark space.

"Where is this? If you want to know anything, please feel free to ask."

"Senior, please let me go."

……

He was frightened in his heart, but tried his best to remain calm on the surface.

But no matter how he begged for mercy, the man disappeared and he was trapped in a dark cage.

……

On the other side, after locking this person up.

Ye Yang planned to leave him alone for a few days, so he did not interrogate him and returned to the quiet room.

He closed the door gently, completely isolating himself from the noise from the outside world.

Then, Ye Yang waved his sleeves slightly, and the bodies of the black and white twins were placed quietly on the ground.

At this moment, Ye Yang finally had time to look at the bodies of the two young men in black and white.

At this moment, Ye Yang could sense that there was a black and white spiritual energy surrounding the two of them, as if two small universes were attracting and repelling each other.

Ye Yang stared at the pair of bodies, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

Because at this moment, he discovered that the two bodies were not only unique in appearance.

More importantly, the power contained in their bodies is extremely pure and powerful.

This is an existence that transcends the magical power and quality of the realm of true person.

Ye Yang then waved his sleeves, and two fist-sized black and white gas balls immediately emerged from his sleeves.

This is the residual soul of the black and white twins.

After they were nourished by the energy of the Cangyun Mountain's earth veins, their injuries have healed a lot.

Now, the two black and white air masses are transparent and bright, and there are clusters of light spots like morning stars slowly rotating inside.

It was like two deep cosmic stars, emitting a reassuring light. At this moment, as soon as the black and white gas mass appeared, it seemed to sense something and floated up.

It slowly began to rotate around the black and white corpses.

After a while, the black and white gas fell to the ground, and the Golden River Bank merged into the two corpses.

Ye Yang held his breath and watched the scene carefully.

I saw the black and white air masses merge into the bodies of the black and white twins, as natural and harmonious as a long drought finally being met with a downpour.

As the air mass was completely integrated, the two bodies were also undergoing subtle changes.

The originally slightly haggard face gradually regained its vitality, and there seemed to be a faint light flowing under the skin. More importantly, the spiral horn that extorted money was emitting a jade-like light.

It exudes an indescribable vitality.

Ye Yang took a step closer, and at this moment the two sides underwent a strange fusion.

Ye Yang felt an indescribable powerful aura slowly rising and gestating.

(two)

suddenly.

The eyes of the two bodies on the ground suddenly opened.

But this time, his eyes were no longer empty, but filled with the light of wisdom and power.

"This is?"

At this moment, Ye Yang suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt that the body in front of him, which was originally like a corpse, seemed to have a trace of vitality.

In addition to this vitality, there is also a special breath, like a rolling torrent, both ancient and mysterious.

"rise!"

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness unique to Tiangang Zhenren surged out wildly and fell into his body.

As soon as Ye Yang's consciousness entered the bodies of the black and white twins, he immediately felt a majestic and unfamiliar aura.

This aura was different from any power he had encountered before, but it was much more ancient and powerful.

"This is……"

Ye Yang was secretly surprised, and at the same time carefully expanded his soul, trying to establish a connection with this breath.

now.

The aura seemed to have noticed Ye Yang's caution and slowly became gentler.

Subsequently.

A deep and wise voice suddenly sounded in Ye Yang's mind.

"Outsider, why are you here?"

Ye Yang took a deep breath to calm his heart. His guess came true. The bodies of these two teenagers were indeed not simple.

"who are you?"

When the voice heard Ye Yang's question, it showed a playful smile.

"In this world, true knowledge is so small, yet so great. The fact that you can feel my presence shows that you are not ordinary."

Ye Yang felt a gentle force brushing across his soul, and that force seemed to be examining something.

"It is a remnant soul, or some powerful existence that took advantage of the black and white twins' bodies and manifested itself."

Ye Yang let out a breath.

The next moment, without waiting for the mysterious aura to continue speaking, he withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

But that breath was very violent, roaring and shouting continuously.

"Don't go. Don't you want to know my secret? Aren't you curious about my existence?"

But Ye Yang ignored him, and withdrew his spiritual consciousness. Then he performed several spells to seal the body.

Because he had already vaguely guessed the other party's identity.

The other party is not a cultivator from this world, most likely a visitor from outer space.

He didn't want to have any contact with the other party before he was fully prepared.

After doing all this.

Afterwards, Ye Yang took out the precious thousand-year-old withered sword grass.

This thousand-year-old dead sword grass is the most important treasure in Ye Yang's plan to upgrade the Red Maple Sword.

It looks dry and inconspicuous, but its preciousness is enough to make countless sword masters bow down to it.

After careful observation, Ye Yang found that the edge of its leaves still remained as sharp as a sword.

It seems ready to break out of the ground at any time and cut off all obstacles.

Ye Yang gently stroked the ten thousand year old dead sword grass, feeling the weak yet firm vitality it conveyed.

"If this kind of treasure can be used properly, it will definitely make the Red Maple Sword's path to advancement smoother."

Ye Yang thought to himself, a determined gleam in his eyes.

Subsequently.

He carefully took out the Red Maple Sword from his arms.

This sword, which was closely related to his life, had witnessed Ye Yang's countless life-and-death battles.

The blade of the sword was as red as blood, emitting a faint glow in the quiet room, as if it had a life of its own.

At this moment, Ye Yang gently stroked the sword, feeling the power contained in the sword.

"let's start!"

Ye Yang whispered softly, with a determined light in his eyes.

Then, he took out several precious spiritual materials from the storage bag he carried with him.

In addition to the Ten Thousand Year Old Withered Sword Grass that I just obtained.

There is also a thousand-year-old cold soul and a piece of ancient deep-sea black iron.

As well as the finest jade, gold and stone refined by countless monks of Feitian Sect.

These materials were all collected by him, and each one is extremely precious.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged, placed all the materials in front of him, formed complex seals with his hands, and chanted ancient spells.

As he cast the spell, the spiritual energy in the cave began to fluctuate, forming visible air currents surrounding him.

These spiritual energies gradually gathered into a vortex and were eventually sucked into the material in Ye Yang's hand.

The Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass first emitted a sword aura, and then the Thousand Years Cold Soul released a pure white edge.

The ancient black iron emits a thick black light, giving people a feeling of indestructibility.

"go with!"

As Ye Yang's mind moved, the magic power of the Tiangang realm in his body surged out like a river bursting its banks and quickly gathered between his palms.

This powerful energy was instantly directed to the spiritual material in front of him, forming a strong resonance with it.

The moment the magic power poured into these spiritual materials, the thousand-year-old dry sword grass shattered, leaving only a ray of sword light that pierced the sky. It almost turned into a tangible light, splitting the space and entwining around the Red Maple Sword.

Ye Yang clenched the Red Maple Sword in his hand, feeling the warmth and resonance coming from the sword, and a hint of joy appeared on his brows.

After absorbing the essence of the thousand-year-old dry sword grass, the Red Maple Sword seemed to have come to life.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, even without any wind, and the sword energy danced in the air like a dragon.

The Ten Thousand Year Old Withered Sword Grass is a spiritual material coveted by countless sword cultivators and can give new life to any magical weapon.

At this moment, as the Red Maple Sword merged with the Ten Thousand Year Old Dry Sword Grass, an unprecedented force burst out from the sword, as if even the sky was about to crack open.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared. As the Red Maple Sword was swung, silver lightning bolts seemed to be summoned.

It shot down from the clouds and wrapped around the sword, making the whole sword look like a sharp blade of thunder.

Ye Yang swung the Red Maple Sword gently, and every movement was accompanied by the flash of thunder power. The sword energy tore through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"disease!"

Ye Yang shouted softly, and the Red Maple Sword drew a perfect arc in the air. The sword energy crisscrossed and formed an impenetrable net.

As the sword flashed, red light flashed, thunder roared, and the whole space seemed to vibrate.

The mountains and rivers changed color, and the ghosts and gods were frightened.

For a moment, sword energy and thunder intertwined, almost splitting the space.

At this moment, under the influence of the magic power of the Tiangang realm, the ancient deep-sea black iron gradually melted and turned into a black and red luster flowing like lava.

It slowly covered the sword, adding a unique layer of solid shell to the Red Maple Sword.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yang took out countless spirit stones, and then the spirit stones suddenly exploded.

It turned into tiny spots of light and was constantly absorbed by the Red Maple Sword, transforming into purer energy.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The sword body trembled slightly, and Ye Yang could feel that the Red Maple Sword in his hand was changing.

With the continuous infusion of magic power, some strange patterns began to appear on the surface of the Red Maple Sword. These patterns were like ancient runes, exuding a mysterious aura.

Every inch of the sword is absorbing the essence brought by these precious materials, and it seems that new life is awakening inside the sword.

"boom!"

After a slight explosion, the Red Maple Sword suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire cave like daylight.

Wherever the sword passed, the air made a "hissing" sound, as if even the space was being cut apart.

(End of this chapter)