Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Wan Jianyi looked at the puzzled Dao Xuan Zhenren, stroked his long white beard, and said:

"That's easy. What other magical treasure could make the Immortal Execution Sword willingly pay homage, besides the legendary immortal sword?"

"What?!" Dao Xuan Zhenren's body trembled, his gaze fixed on the sword in front of Zhang Xiaofan high in the sky, and he exclaimed in shock:

"This Blood Soul Sword has actually become a celestial sword?"

"Amazing, amazing, truly amazing!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren stared at Zhang Xiaofan high in the sky with his deep eyes, exclaiming "Amazing!" three times, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Wan Jianyi gazed at Zhang Xiaofan high in the sky and the Blood Soul Sword beside him, his face deeply moved, and said:

"I never expected that this kid would not only become a true immortal himself, but even the magical artifact that accompanied him has now become a true... immortal sword!"

"Yes!" Dao Xuan Zhenren nodded and said:
"The swords in the hands of us Qingyun disciples, though called immortal swords, are mostly just ordinary magic weapons."

"A true immortal sword has never existed before. But now, our Qingyun Sect will truly possess an immortal sword. An immortal sword even stronger than the Zhuxian Sword!"

Zhang Xiaofan stood high in the sky, his gaze fixed on the distant, blasted mountain peaks.

"what……"

Suddenly, a ferocious roar rang out, and a streak of blood-red light flew out from the shattered mountain peak, heading straight for Zhang Xiaofan.

Amidst the blood-red light, the Ghost King's face was contorted with rage, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Zhang Xiaofan.

Below his waist, the Fulong Cauldron emitted a brilliant purple light, forming a sharp purple sword that quickly flew to Zhang Xiaofan's front and stabbed fiercely into Zhang Xiaofan's chest.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan stood still, letting the murderous purple sword pierce his chest.

"Crack...knock..."

As the purple sword pierced Zhang Xiaofan's chest, a series of cracking sounds rang out. The purple sword shattered instantly, dissipating into the energy of heaven and earth.

The Ghost King, witnessing this scene, stared at Zhang Xiaofan with a dazed expression, and exclaimed in terror:
"This...how is this possible? Why is your body so stiff?"

"Hehe..." Zhang Xiaofan chuckled softly, patted the Ghost King on the shoulder, and said:

"I'm standing right here letting you kill me, and you still can't. You're a complete cripple!"

"A cripple?" the Ghost King murmured, then suddenly burst into a ferocious laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Am I a cripple?"

"I've planned for over three hundred years, worked hard for over three hundred years, and in your eyes, I'm just a useless person... Haha... Haha..."

Suddenly, the Ghost King stopped laughing, his blood-red eyes fixed on Zhang Xiaofan, and said:
"Then tell me, what have I been planning all these years for?"

"For what?" Zhang Xiaofan poked the Ghost King's chest with his index finger and asked:

"It serves no purpose other than to satisfy your extremely ambitious heart."

Even if you defeat the Qingyun Sect and gain control of the world, what good will it do if you've given up almost everything?

"Boom..." Upon hearing this, the Ghost King felt a sudden jolt in his brain, roared to the sky, and said with a crazed expression:

"God... tell me, what has my life been for?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the crazed Ghost King and suddenly made a sweeping motion with two fingers together.

The next moment, a line of blood appeared on the Ghost King's waist, and the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron instantly separated from the Ghost King.

Zhang Xiaofan clenched his fist, and a vast amount of immortal power enveloped the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron, causing it to tremble violently.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Fulong Cauldron instantly turned to dust.

"Ah...ah..."

The Ghost King let out a series of extremely painful screams, and blood gushed down from his broken waist like a fountain.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan thought to himself that he couldn't let the Ghost King bleed to death, after all, he was his wife Biyao's father.

With a flick of his finger, the bleeding on the Ghost King's waist stopped instantly, and a scab quickly formed. In fact, Zhang Xiaofan had used his immortal power and the healing power of his demonic body to rapidly regrow the Ghost King's buttocks and legs.

However, he felt that it was better to leave the Ghost King like this, so as to prevent him from having too much ambition and too many ideas.

As for when the Ghost King will be restored, that depends on my mood and the Ghost King's future performance.

Anyway, as long as I don't die, it's fine.

With his back injury healed, the Ghost King stopped roaring in pain. He then looked at Zhang Xiaofan, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and resentment, and roared:
"If you've got the guts, then kill me! Kill me!"

Looking at the Ghost King's bloodshot eyes, Zhang Xiaofan knew that the Asura power within him had not been completely dispelled, so he immediately slapped the Ghost King on the head with a palm.

The force was just right, enough to cause the Ghost King excruciating pain, yet the power was controlled so as not to kill him with a single blow.

The next moment, a vast amount of immortal power and demonic energy surged out, flowing into the Ghost King's brain and body, beginning to expel the Asura power within him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The power of Asura had long been integrated with the Ghost King. When Zhang Xiaofan expelled the power of Asura from him, it was as if he was slowly tearing apart the Ghost King's flesh and blood.

The power of Asura within the brain, the power of Asura within the eyes, the power of Asura within the heart…

As the power of Asura was dispelled, the Ghost King felt as if his entire body was being scraped by knives, causing him excruciating pain...

Such intense pain should have made him faint long ago.

However, while Zhang Xiaofan used his immortal power to expel the Asura power from the Ghost King, he also kept the Ghost King absolutely conscious, allowing him to experience the ultimate pain in the world.

Only in this way can the Ghost King remember it deeply.

I fear that in the days to come, the Ghost King will shudder involuntarily at the thought of the pain of expelling the power of Asura.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The Ghost King's agonizing screams echoed through the sky.

The five hundred Qingyun disciples glared angrily at the Ghost King, wishing they could skin him alive.

However, they also knew that although the Ghost King attacked Qingyun Sect, he was also Biyao's father and Zhang Xiaofan's father-in-law.

If Zhang Xiaofan doesn't kill the Ghost King, no one else can.

Moreover, they also knew that if Zhang Xiaofan hadn't suddenly appeared, they would have been completely killed by the Asura Ghost King long ago.

The despair I felt just moments ago still seems so vivid in my mind.

Zhang Xiaofan pressed one palm against the Ghost King's head, expelling the Asura power from his body and restoring his clarity.

At the same time, he looked down at the five hundred disciples of Qingyun below.

He was watching to see which of the remaining five hundred disciples would be dissatisfied with him.

Zhang Xiaofan never said he was an absolutely good person. His pursuit since he began cultivating Taoism has always been to become an immortal and to protect the people he cares about.

As for the others…

Therefore, he didn't care at all about the thoughts of the other Qingyun disciples besides Lu Xueqi and others.

If anyone dares to express dissatisfaction with him, then…

What a fairy!

Do whatever you want, and you don't need to explain yourself to others.

Aside from those he cared about, the other Qingyun disciples were nothing special...

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The Ghost King's agonizing screams echoed through the sky.

Because of the pain, the Ghost King's fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed out.

(End of this chapter)