I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 142: A fruitful harvest, returning to Wudang

In the imperial palace of Luoyang, the eastern capital.

Yang Guang casually threw the naked snow-white body aside, but the irritation in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

"Your Majesty, come again~"

The beautiful woman who was left behind came back to him, her tone tender and gentle.

Snapped!
Yang Guang slapped the man away with an expressionless face, put on his coat and went outside.

At this moment, a bloody rain poured down from the sky. Yang Guang was stunned at first, and then he looked suspicious.

"The blood rain from the sky means that an earthly immortal has fallen. Could it be that Numu has died?"

"But considering his injuries, at most he would have dropped in realm. How could he have died suddenly?"

After thinking about it, Yang Guang ordered his subordinates, "Go check which earthly immortal has fallen."

In the territory of the Sui Dynasty, Taiyuan.

Li Shimin was lying on the bed, covered in wounds and looking weak, but his spirit was very good.

As Li Shimin stroked the ownerless luck in his arms, his eyes flashed with brilliance.

'It is the capital for my rise to power, Li Shimin!'

A burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and Qin Shubao, wearing armor, walked quickly into the room and spoke in a hurry.

"General, blood is raining from the sky, and an immortal has fallen!"

Li Shimin frowned, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

"The fall of an earthly immortal? Could it be the angry Vajra Buddha from Shaolin?"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Let's find out who died. If it's really him, then maybe Shaolin Temple will use this as an excuse to fully intervene in the Sui Dynasty. We must prepare early!"

"Yes!"

Qin Shubao bowed and left.

Li Shimin in the room frowned and sighed, a little confused. "There are already enough warlords now. If Shaolin intervenes, the situation will become even more chaotic."

"Where will the future of our Li family go?"

High in the sky outside the border of the Great Sui Dynasty, Gu Changfeng was sitting cross-legged on a green flying sword, galloping towards the direction of Wudang, and he also saw the bloody rain in the sky.

"The fall of an earthly immortal? Could it be the angry eyes?"

A look of suspicion appeared on Gu Changfeng's face. He did not linger and the speed of his flying sword increased several times.

The blood rain from the sky and the death of earthly immortals are a major event for the entire Kyushu continent.

Such a situation has never happened in the past hundreds of years, but it has happened twice in recent years!

Almost all the forces on the Kyushu continent were extremely concerned about this and sent people to inquire about the news everywhere, wanting to know who was the one who fell. For a time, undercurrents surged everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

A green sword light quickly approached Tianzhu Peak.

To the naked eye, the entire Tianzhu Peak now seems to be shrouded in clouds and mist, giving it a fairy-like atmosphere.

Gu Changfeng knew very well that those so-called clouds and mists were actually the effects produced when the spiritual energy reached a certain concentration after the spirit gathering array was established.

It can be said that the current cultivation environment at Tianzhu Peak is countless times better than when Gu Changfeng first started.

Soon, the sword light fell to the ground, and several figures came up and greeted.

"Little junior brother!"

"Little uncle!"

"Master!"

They were Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu, Yu Daying, Jiang Yuyan, Mo Shenggu and others.

Looking at the long sword in Gu Changfeng's hand which was obviously not an ordinary sword, Song Qingshu couldn't help but speak in surprise.

"Uncle Junior Master, could this be the legendary Void God Sword?"

Gu Changfeng nodded, "Yes, it is this thing."

Song Qingshu looked envious.

Gu Changfeng looked at Jiang Yuyan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This little girl has only been gone for over a month, but she has already cultivated to the fifth level of Qi training. Her strength is almost as strong as Song Yuanqiao and others. It is truly amazing.

"You are indeed a genius in cultivating immortality!"

Gu Changfeng felt a little emotional in his heart, and his spiritual sense swept over Song Yuanqiao and others.

The cultivation progress of several people was also good, especially Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daying, and Mo Shenggu, the three second-generation Wudang disciples. The lowest level of them had reached the sixth level of Qi training.

Even Song Yuanqiao has reached the seventh level of Qi training, and his overall strength is no less than before he turned to the immortal path.

Song Yuanqiao glanced at the Xushen Sword and then looked away, saying with concern.

"It is said that even the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty personally intervened in the Demonic Tomb this time. Are you not injured, little junior brother?"

Gu Changfeng waved his hand and said, "I was slightly injured, but I am almost fully recovered now."

He then briefly recounted what had happened outside Daxing City.

When they heard about the battle between Yang Guang and Numu, everyone's faces showed shock, and they could imagine how critical the situation was at that time. It was already extremely difficult to escape from Daxing City.

Song Qingshu wanted to ask about some details, but was stopped by Mo Shenggu.

"Well, Junior Brother has been injured and has been traveling for so many days, he must be tired."

"We'll talk about it later if there's anything. Go and have a rest first, little brother."

Song Qingshu immediately shut up obediently, and Jiang Yuyan was tactful enough not to ask any more questions.

Gu Changfeng laughed, "Indeed, I still need to sort out some things after this trip to the Demon Tomb. Let me retreat for a while first."

After saying that, a green light lit up under Gu Changfeng's feet and he arrived at his tree house.

After casually placing the Xushen Sword and the Ownerless Luck on the wooden shelf in the room, Gu Changfeng walked out of the room, sat down on the rocking chair, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although he was no longer seriously injured physically, the entire process, whether it was the Demon Blood Realm or the battle between the two strongest men, had kept Gu Changfeng's nerves tense and he was extremely exhausted mentally.

It was not until I returned to Wudang and was in familiar surroundings that I finally relaxed.

At this moment, Gu Changfeng thought of nothing. He put aside all distracting thoughts in his mind and closed his eyes.

"Wanwan and Shi Feixuan should have returned to their respective sects, right? I don't know if they encountered any accidents along the way."

'Phew, now I just want to have a good sleep!'

This sleep lasted for two days and two nights.

Two days later, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the lush treetops. What he heard were the chirping sounds of various birds and beasts, and he could smell the refreshing spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He felt a lot more relaxed.

Stretching, Gu Changfeng stood up from the rocking chair and looked down.

Due to the increase in the concentration of spiritual energy in the surroundings, the growth of various species has improved a lot, and there is lush and green scenery everywhere.

There are even more birds and animals, giving the whole place a vibrant feel.

Several buildings with different styles stand tall in the mountains and forests, serving as embellishments.

However, when he saw the castle with a huge area and an extremely exaggerated shape, Gu Changfeng couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly.

It is obvious that this thing is Song Qingshu's masterpiece, and it also follows the consistent "free" style of Wudang disciples.

Gu Changfeng was too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned around and walked into the room, sat cross-legged, and began to review his trip to the Demon Tomb.

Although this trip was a bit tiring and dangerous.

However, he gained three things: the Void God Sword, the Ownerless Luck, and the Golden Spirit Root. Gu Changfeng was very satisfied with this.

To some extent, he is the one who has reaped the most benefits among all people.

In fact, the most important of these three things in Gu Changfeng’s mind is the gold spiritual root!
After all, this is the foundation of his becoming stronger!
Now that he had a gold spiritual root, the next step was to create a gold-attributed cultivation technique.

Put the Xushen Sword and the ownerless luck aside for the time being.

Gu Changfeng slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into the spiritual space, and various thoughts began to emerge.

"From this trip to the Demon Tomb, it seems that my attack power is still a little low when I encounter a truly powerful person."

"There is no need to explain the Mountain and River Seal, it is a defensive technique."

'Whether it is Yimu Qinglong Sword Art, Yimu Divine Thunder, Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Sword Formation, or Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Art, they all rely on Yimu's magic power to perform.'

'The five spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire and earth each have their own characteristics. In fact, the strongest point of the wood spiritual root is not its attack, but its strong vitality, which can be regarded as a very strong auxiliary means.'

"Using Yimu magic power to activate offensive spells seems a bit inappropriate. I had no choice before, but now I have to reorganize my various methods."

Since embarking on the path of cultivating immortals, Gu Changfeng's horizons have been greatly enhanced, and he is no longer considered a novice in cultivating immortals.

In addition, he himself possesses three spiritual roots with different attributes, and he has his own unique insights into the use of spiritual roots.

"If we talk about the most aggressive spiritual root, it should be the gold spiritual root, which can be seen from the gold spiritual energy I encountered in the sword world that day."

"In this case, I must make full use of the characteristics of my gold-attributed spiritual roots. This gold-attributed technique should be used for attack!"

After thinking it through, Gu Changfeng felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Since I have decided to follow the path of the five elements spiritual roots to condense the five-colored golden elixir, I should make rational use of my spiritual roots.

If it is suitable for defense, then develop defensive spells; if it is suitable for recovery, then develop powerful healing spells!
It is actually not difficult to create a gold-attributed technique. It has the same principles as the Yi Wood Rejuvenation Technique and the Wu Earth Gold Soup Technique.

In just less than half a day, Gu Changfeng already had a spell in his mind.

After reading it several times, he frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

"This spell can absorb and utilize the metal spiritual energy, but it does not highlight its offensive power."

Gu Changfeng opened his eyes, frowned and paced around the room, thinking.

Suddenly, he saw the Xushen Sword on the shelf.

As he watched, Gu Changfeng thought of a new kind of energy he encountered during this trip to the Demonic Tomb: murderous aura!
Gu Changfeng had felt murderous aura in the army and from Wuhua before, and even suffered some pain himself, so he had a deep understanding of the power of murderous aura.

Wuhua's move of slashing with a sword against the wind left a very deep impression on him.

Gu Changfeng's frown gradually relaxed as he had a new idea.

"War is an evil thing, it is used to kill and destroy."

"Since this is a spell that specifically highlights the offensive power, can we also incorporate murderous aura into it?"

Thinking of this, Gu Changfeng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and countless thoughts burst out and collided in his spiritual space.
(End of this chapter)