Immortals of the End Times

The following day, Yang Su was released and sent to the Yang family as a convict as a congratulatory gift from Zhao Wuji, the First Sword Master.

Four sword cultivators escorted Yang Sufei out of the mountain gate. Although the young master of the Yang family had been dressed up properly, his face was ashen and withered, and he looked disheveled.

Only a fleeting golden glint in the depths of his eyes revealed the mark of the exorcism technique.

at the same time.

Deep within the Sword Valley of the Qilin Sword Sect, thirty-six sword steles stand in formation like giant swords.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged in front of the seventh sword monument, the Cold Soul Flying Sword hovering three inches above his knees, its blade emitting a chilling frost-like light.

The mottled sword marks on the monument suddenly seemed to come alive, transforming into torrents of sword energy that surged into the space between the eyebrows.

"The splitting of sword light is merely a 'technique,' while the ability to break through all techniques with a single sword strike is the 'Tao.'"

The illusion within the monument was reflected deep within his double pupils.

A swordsman in hemp robes stood atop a sea of ​​clouds. With a slight tremor of his sword, the snow-covered mountains and the vast starry river all surged with sword energy.

Wherever the sword light passed, the void shattered like glass, and even the deepest abyss was cleaved open!
Qilinzi, founder of the Qilin Sword Sect.

There is indeed such a person in the Qilin Sword Sect.

The fact that one can now comprehend the profoundness of the sword control technique he evolved in his early years is enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of this prodigy.

As Zhao Wuji was engrossed in his work, the clouds and mist in the valley suddenly swirled and rolled.

"Okay."

The voice of the Sword Lord of Asking the Heavens seemed to descend from the heavens.

A figure in white robes arrived on a cloud, and the moment his sword fingers came together, the spiritual energy around Sword Valley surged and boiled!
"Qiang!!"

Without the sword being drawn, a dazzling sword light was born from nothingness.

The sword light initially appeared as a wisp of silk, but in an instant it transformed into a cascading silver river, its trajectory so mysterious it was dazzling.
It was clearly a straight thrust of the sword, yet it seemed to be simultaneously slashing at the past and the future.

It is clearly the sharp edge of cold iron, yet it also exudes the vitality of an ancient tree coming back to life in spring.

Before the sword tip even arrived, Zhao Wuji felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, as if thousands of sword energies were simultaneously pressing against his vital points!
"One sword has ten thousand techniques, the most important of which are 'insight' and 'prediction'."

The swordsman's finger suddenly changed, and the Milky Way sword light split into countless flying flowers.

Each petal conceals a deadly intent, its falling trajectory mirroring the celestial constellations, yet it also carries the violent sword intent of a city engulfed in flames.

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly contracted, and as the crimson light surged, he suddenly saw that all the thousands of flying flowers were entwined with a wisp of gray mist.

This was precisely the flaw that the Sword Master Wentian deliberately left out!
"break!"

"Insightful prediction!?"

With a thought flashing through Zhao Wuji's mind, the Cold Soul Flying Sword, like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, precisely pierced through the thirteen flying flower gray energy nodes under the observation of the double pupils.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Amidst the sound of shattering glass, the murderous intent that filled the sky vanished.

"good."

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven lowered his finger and nodded. "You use the Wang family's double pupils to see weaknesses, which is a clever trick. True insight comes from someone like me."

A sword suddenly shot out from his sleeve!
This sword strike came without warning; its light resembled falling leaves or a collapsing mountain, distorting and swallowing even the surrounding light.

Zhao Wuji felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, but the Cold Soul Sword had already instinctively thrust out.
"laugh!"

The sword tip pierced into a certain spot in the void, producing a metallic clang.

The figure of the Sword Master of Asking Heaven emerged from the distorted light and shadow, his fingertips only three inches away from his throat, but the Cold Soul Sword was firmly pressed against his wrist!
"Good! Good! Good! You are a promising student."

The Sword Master praised him three times, and the sword energy in his sleeve dissipated.

Sweat beaded on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and the Yin Pearl in his mind trembled: [Swordsmanship: Outstanding (4676/5000)]

Just now, even with all his pupil techniques, he almost couldn't keep up with the speed and trajectory of the opponent's sword control technique.

And this was even with the Heavenly Sword Lord holding back.

This Sword Master's improvement is also quite significant; he had already mastered the highest stage of sword light differentiation, Light Differentiation Shadow.

Now, not only has he entered the Nascent Soul stage, but he has even mastered the art of swordsmanship.

"Remember this feeling."

At this moment, the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven descended on a cloud, his voice gentle.

"When you can see that wind, rain, thunder, and lightning are all sword marks, and that all things in heaven and earth can be swords, you will naturally comprehend the realm of 'one sword, ten thousand techniques'."

He paused, his white robe fluttering even without wind, and said calmly, "I already know that you released Yang Su. In fact, the Yang family is not a concern."

Such a heinous act of colluding with demons is something our Qilin Sword Sect, upholding the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, would condemn to torment; even if we were to kill them, no one would dare utter a word against it.

Zhao Wuji clasped his hands in a solemn gesture: "Sect Master is truly righteous. However, Yang Xiong has after all broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. I cut off Yang Peng's arm and imprisoned Yang Su for several months, which can be considered a lesson. I believe that after this incident, the Yang family will be more restrained."

"Do you really think so?"

The sword light in the eyes of the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven surged, and he suddenly chuckled. The laughter was like the clang of metal on metal, causing the surrounding sword monuments to tremble and vibrate.

Zhao Wuji felt a slight chill in his heart, secretly marveling at the terrifying insight of this Sword Master, who truly deserved to be a sword cultivator who had mastered all the techniques of a single sword.

The Sword Master Wentian said calmly, "When Yang Su was being interrogated, I glanced at him from afar and immediately knew that the Yang family patriarch was the mastermind."

Unfortunately, the ancient sword domain is about to open, and sword sects from all states are eyeing my Qilin Sword Sect covetously.

"If we attack the Yang family now, the Yang family of Hongnong, the Lü family, the Zhou family, and other clans will surely feel a sense of shared fate and unite to fight against our Qilin Sword Sect."

"However, releasing Yang Su was a brilliant idea."

With a flick of his sleeve, the Sword Master Wentian said, "This living evidence of collusion with demons is more effective than a thousand words from us. Those old foxes in Nanchu Prefecture will all be wary of the Yang family and may even isolate them."

As for Yang Xiong

The Sword Lord of Asking the Heavens chuckled lightly and said disdainfully, "Although this person has been preparing for a long time, and is now using the family's resources to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he is ultimately being forced into it and has only managed to survive the Nascent Soul tribulation by sheer luck."

"Right now, his Nascent Soul is unstable and his vital energy is greatly depleted. He's just putting on a show and trying to establish his authority by using you."

The Sword Master Wentian stood with his hands behind his back, "But your decision to let Yang Su return was unexpected. At the Nascent Soul Ceremony, if any guests take the opportunity to probe and question him..."

He shook his head and said no more.

Turning to look into the depths of Sword Valley, his figure had already become as ethereal as smoke and clouds: "Let's set off for the Immortal Saint Sect. If you can comprehend the myriad techniques of the sword, the ancient sword domain will naturally be yours in the future. Yang Xiong is nothing to worry about."

As the lingering sound faded, the white robe transformed into a wisp of sword light on the horizon.

Zhao Wuji bowed to see him off, then closed his eyes to savor the swordsmanship that the Sword Master Wentian had just taught him.

The Frost Sword suddenly let out a dragon's roar.

With a slight tremor of the sword's edge, countless sword lights arose and flowed, creating countless images with endless variations.

Light-induced polarization!

Although it is only a preliminary understanding, it has already crossed the insurmountable barrier and is moving towards the goal of mastering all techniques with one sword.

The following day, the Qilin Sword Sect's spirit boat pierced through the clouds and sped towards the Central Plains.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, his purple-gold unicorn robe fluttering in the gale, his eyes reflecting the churning sea of ​​clouds.

Behind him, the Second Elder Li Canghai and the Third Sword Master Xiao Chenzhou stood side by side, representing the group.

Li Canghai's expression was solemn as he pondered to himself that during this trip to the Immortal Saint Sect, other sword sects such as the White Jade Sword Tower would undoubtedly come with great force. Whether the Qilin Sword Sect could suppress the competition would depend on the sharpness of this number one swordsman.

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered, and he sensed the message coming from Yang Su.

Yang Su has successfully returned to the Yang family, but as he wished, he caused a huge uproar at the Nascent Soul Ceremony!

He immediately returned to the cabin.

His mind quickly connected with the past.

Then they saw a blurry scene of all the major forces in Nan Chu Prefecture gathered together, with Yang Xiong sitting high in the main seat. His Nascent Soul aura was as deep and unfathomable as the sea, intimidating the entire audience.

However, when the emaciated Yang Su was brought to the front of the hall, the hall erupted in uproar!

"The young master of the Yang family, who colluded with demons, actually has the nerve to come back?!"

"Patriarch Yang, could it be that your Yang family is truly colluding with the demons of the states beyond the Yellow River?!"

"Although today is Senior Yang's Nascent Soul Ceremony, demons are external enemies. As a Nascent Soul expert from Nan Chu Prefecture, Senior Yang should uphold justice for us."

The sect cultivators who had been slaughtered and murdered by demons seized the opportunity to launch an attack, questioning and challenging others under the guise of morality.

Yang Xiong's face was ashen, and his Nascent Soul spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire area like a raging sea, instantly silencing everyone.

"I will punish Su'er severely for his actions!"

He gave a cold shout, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a knife, revealing his Nascent Soul power, and no one dared to utter another word of provocation.

However, just as Yang Xiong was intimidating everyone with his Nascent Soul aura, Yan Haoyang, the sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect, suddenly sneered and hypocritically asked, "Why did the Qilin Sword Sect send back a criminal like Yang Su at such a critical moment? Is this a provocation?"

His gaze was like a knife as he swept over the four disciples of the Qilin Sword Sect who were escorting Yang Su. His tone was chilling: "Or do you think that after destroying the Wang family, your Qilin Sword Sect can also destroy the Yang family? Do you think that there is no one in Southern Chu Prefecture who can humiliate us at will?"

The four sword cultivator disciples were slightly pale, but still stood up straight. The leader clasped his hands and said in a deep voice, "Sect Master Yan has misunderstood. This is a congratulatory gift from His Highness Zhao, the number one swordsman of our sect."

Since Patriarch Yang insists on protecting his family members who collude with demons, the First Sword Master will be returned to the Yang family for punishment.

"oh?!"

Yan Haoyang chuckled and looked at Yang Xiong, his eyes clearly asking how the Yang family head should be dealt with.

Yang Xiong glanced coldly at Yan Haoyang, knowing perfectly well the meaning behind the man's sarcastic provocation.

But then, he looked at the four sword cultivators in front of him, his heart filled with murderous intent, wishing he could kill these arrogant sword cultivators on the spot.

However, mindful of the power of the Qilin Sword Sect, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice, "If a member of the Yang family makes a mistake, I will enforce the family rules myself. There is no need for the Qilin Sword Sect to do it for me!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Nascent Soul spiritual pressure receded like a tide, and his tone was icy: "I, Yang, accept this generous gift from the First Sword Master, and I will definitely pay a personal visit to express my gratitude in the future!"

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

Representatives from various powerful factions in Nanchu Prefecture turned their heads, their eyes gleaming with different light.

Yan Haoyang, the sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and glanced at Yang Xiong with a half-smile, clearly pleased to see him suffer a setback.

At the same time, Yang Xiong's restraint made him realize that Yang Xiong's breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage was not without its price.

That night, deep within the ancestral home of the Yang family.

"evil creature!"

Yang Xiong roared and slapped Yang Su across the face with such force that he was sent flying several feet away, crashing into a jade pillar inside the hall!

"puff!"

Yang Su coughed up blood, but dared not utter a single complaint. He simply bowed his head and knelt, trembling all over.

However, just as Yang Xiong was enraged, he suddenly groaned, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face instantly paled.

"Patriarch?!"

The clan elders standing nearby stepped forward in shock, but Yang Xiong waved them off.

"It doesn't matter!"

Yang Xiong suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "My foundation was damaged when I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, and it has not yet fully healed. This matter must never be revealed to outsiders!"

He stared coldly at Yang Su, his killing intent palpable: "If you weren't my own son, and hadn't already broken through to the Golden Core stage, and not still be of great use in the future, I would have crushed you to dust today!"

Yang Su lowered his head and remained silent, but a glint of golden light quietly flickered in his eyes.

The mark of the exorcism technique was transmitting all of this into Zhao Wuji's mind!
Inside the cabin of the spirit boat, Zhao Wuji sensed this situation and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Yang Xiong was indeed seriously injured. It seems that barely surviving the Nascent Soul Tribulation had a significant impact on him."

He thought to himself, "In this way..."

The Yang family will certainly not make any rash moves in the short term, and Yang Su, as a pawn, will become the key to their strategy!
"Yang Su, I have extracted all of Xiang Yu's essence blood from your arm."

"If Yang Xiong gives you another chance to enter the family's secret realm, refine Xiang Yu's true blood, and touch Xiang Yu's right arm, contact me immediately."

Zhao Wuji transmitted a message through their mental connection, then flicked his sleeve. With a thought, Zhao Wuji made a hand seal and waved his sleeve.

The entrance to the second Heavenly Realm rippled outwards like waves in front of him.

As he stepped inside, the view before him suddenly opened up.

Within a space spanning hundreds of feet, spiritual energy permeated the air.

The demon tree, which extends from the Tiannan Secret Realm, is lush and verdant, with its emerald leaves spreading out like an umbrella, full of vitality.

In the distance, the little jade fox was crouching under a tree grooming its fur. Sensing the movement, its ears twitched, its bright eyes lit up, and its tail wagged happily.

"Wuji is back!"

The myna bird, Xiong Ba, flapped its wings and flew down from the treetop, screeching, "Ga Ba! No seat, come back!"

With a light leap, the little jade fox darted to Zhao Wuji's feet like a faint purple rainbow, affectionately rubbing against his boots with a clear and melodious sound.

"What good stuff did Wuji bring this time?"

It tilted its little head back, its eyes full of expectation, its fluffy tail swishing back and forth, appearing lively and endearing.

In the corner, the cowardly tiger Xiong Ba huddled together. When Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over, he trembled, burying his head even lower, his paws tightly covering his eyes. His ferocious jaws snarled softly, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and casually took out several crystal-clear demon crystal fragments from his storage bag.

The moment the demonic aura was released, it attracted the attention of Little Jade Fox and Xiong Ba like a magnet.

These demon crystals were formed from the essence of the Nascent Soul Realm serpent demon at the bottom of the Yellow River. To Zhao Wuji, who is now in the mid-stage of the Golden Core True Form Realm, they are nothing but useless things.

However, for the few minor demons who had just begun to cultivate Qi, it was a rare and nourishing spiritual item.

"take it."

Zhao Wuji casually tossed the demon crystal, which traced several arcs in the air.

The little jade fox leaped lightly and accurately caught the largest piece.

Seeing this, Xiong Ba and the other cowardly tiger mustered their courage and rushed out, frantically pouncing on the remaining demon crystals and clumsily grabbing them with their claws.

The cowardly tiger lay down on the ground, protecting his spoils with his entire body, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

"Go."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, watched the three little ones run away, and then turned around.

Not far away, Li Shiyu, dressed in white, sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint spiritual light, like a fairy from the moon palace.

Sensing the movement, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

"Zhao Lang!"

As she rose, her robes fluttered, and with light, graceful steps, she arrived before Zhao Wuji. Her lips pursed slightly as she playfully scolded, "It's been half a year since we parted ways at the Qilin Sword Sect."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and pulled her into his arms: "It's only been half a year, and Your Majesty is already feeling lonely?"

Li Shiyu snorted softly, but leaned against his chest and said, "Of course not. It's just that you are now the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect, with a great reputation, while I am just the ruler of a small country. I'm afraid you have long forgotten about me."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and said, "Stop being so dramatic. Tell me, how have things been going with Xuan Kingdom and Linlang Cave Heaven lately?"

Li Shiyu leaned against him and spoke softly.

“A few days ago, a group of small demonic beasts wandered into the territory of Xuan Kingdom. Fortunately, you reminded us to strengthen our vigilance beforehand.”

Zhi Xia and I organized a patrol of monks and hunted them all down.

A hint of smugness flashed in her eyes as she continued, "The signs of spiritual energy recovery are becoming increasingly obvious, and even first-level spiritual veins are beginning to recover."

Those places within the Xuan Kingdom that were originally devoid of spiritual energy are now gradually becoming filled with it.

"With the help of this spiritual energy tide, Ji Mobai and Hou Baichang have broken through to the Condensation Realm in the Linglang Cave Heaven."

As you wished, I have entrusted the affairs within the grotto-heaven to them.

At this point, she looked up at Zhao Wuji, her eyes filled with anticipation: "I've been coming to the Tiannan Secret Realm to cultivate lately, hoping to break through to the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm as soon as possible. That way, the Charming Maiden's Primordial Yin can reach the fourth stage, which will help you continue to improve your spiritual aptitude."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji nodded slightly and said, "Next time you come, bring Zhixia with you."

Upon hearing this, Li Shiyu blushed slightly and said reproachfully, "You're so greedy, still thinking about last time..."

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, then swept her up in his arms and said, "What, you don't want to?"

Li Shiyu exclaimed in surprise, and before she could react, he tackled her to the soft grass.

She punched him playfully in embarrassment, but he grabbed her wrist and kissed her.

"Oh!" The little jade fox blushed with embarrassment and immediately raised its tail to cover its eyes.

The cowardly tiger peeked out from between its paws, and its fur stood on end in fright. It quickly buried its head in the ground, muttering, "Don't look at what you shouldn't look at! Don't look at what you shouldn't look at!"

"Get out of here!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji swept his beastly friends out of the Pot Heaven Space and headed to the Southern Secret Realm to avoid disturbing their peaceful dreams.

A spiritual journey that cannot be pretentious is spent joyfully in this balance of work and rest.

In a blink of an eye.

Nine days later, the spirit boat finally passed through the sea of ​​clouds and gradually arrived at the outer edge of the continuous immortal mountains of the Central Continent Immortal Saint Sect.

"Your Highness Zhao, we are now in the territory of the Central Continent Immortal Saint Sect."

The voice of the Second Elder, Li Canghai, came from outside the cabin.

Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes, the sword intent in his eyes receding, and got up to walk out of the secluded cabin.

As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, a wave of rich spiritual energy rushed towards him, making every pore on his body feel refreshed.

Looking up, one can see majestic mountains in the distance, stretching out like a giant dragon coiled up.

The mountains are shrouded in mist and clouds, and the sunset glows brightly.

Eight rivers of fortune converge from all directions, intertwining in front of the Immortal Saint Sect's mountain gate to form a nine-dragon protective formation, showcasing the prosperous atmosphere of the central region's vital energy.

"As expected of the Immortal Saint Sect, the central Immortal Sect that protects the Qi veins of the Central Plains."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered slightly as he clearly saw the two level-five spiritual veins that lay dormant deep within the mountain gate, like giant dragons.

The spiritual energy was so rich that it almost solidified, flowing through the mountains like a silver river cascading down.

The only two level-five spiritual veins in the entire Nine Provinces were born from the Qi veins of the Central Province.

Even after experiencing several crises of spiritual energy depletion, it only falls from level six to level five. After the spiritual energy flourishes, it will recover to level six spiritual veins.

This is the foundation of the Immortal Saint Sect after merging with Wudang, which is even better than that of the Qilin Sword Sect.

"These two level-five spiritual veins are the foundation upon which the Immortal Saint Sect was founded."

Second Elder Li Canghai stood with his hands behind his back, his voice low and deep: "Once the spiritual energy is fully restored, he may be able to advance to the sixth level, providing the Immortal Saint Sect's ancestor with an opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and follow in the footsteps of the progenitor."

"If the problem of the depletion of spiritual energy in this world is not resolved, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will likely be stranded like a whale."

This is probably why all the Nascent Soul Dao Lords eventually ascended to the Nine Heavens to investigate, but none of them ever returned.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the huge market town at the foot of the mountain.

The place was bustling with people, and monks were everywhere.

Various magical treasures shimmered with light, and the cries of vendors rose and fell, creating a lively and bustling scene.

"Zhao Wuji, the first sword disciple of the Qilin Sword Sect, the Heavenly Qilin; Li Canghai, the second elder; and Xiao Chenzhou, the third sword disciple, the Blood Qilin, have arrived!"

At this moment, disciples of the Immortal Saint Sect loudly reported the news.

"It's Tian Qilin, the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect!"

"Zhao Wuji, the one who slew the Crimson-Eyed Demon King with his sword?"

The news spread rapidly, like ripples.

The welcoming bells rang out within the Immortal Saint Sect, startling rows of white cranes into flight.

A commotion broke out in the market town at the foot of the many mountains below, as many eyes turned to the spirit boat flying towards the Immortal Saint Sect's mountain gate, surrounded by cranes.

The cultivators traveling through the air also stopped and curiously looked at Zhao Wuji and the others who stood solemnly on the spirit boat.

"Humph!"

Just then, a cold snort exploded like thunder.

Zhao Wuji suddenly looked up and saw a fairy mountain not far away.
Four or five figures in white stood with swords on their backs, their sharp sword intent surging like a tide, carrying an undisguised provocation.

"The cultivators of the White Jade Sword Pavilion"

Second Elder Li Canghai narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Who do we have here? It's Old Monster Pan. It seems they've been here for a while."

The elder leading the group of sword cultivators wore a gray sword robe, had a gaunt face, and eyes as sharp as lightning. He cupped his hands in greeting from afar and said, "I have long heard of the great name of Tian Qilin of the Qilin Sword Sect. Today, I have finally met him, and I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."

Although the words were polite, the sword intent that came at him was as sharp as a knife, clearly testing Zhao Wuji's strength.

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly. His purple-gold unicorn robe fluttered without wind, his sword intent was restrained as deep as an abyss, and his eyes were as calm as the heavens, as if the heavens themselves were looking down upon him, devoid of emotion or desire.

The moment the incoming sword intent made contact, it was swallowed up completely, vanishing without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The old man felt as if his sword intent had sunk into the sea, failing to probe the opponent's strength and instead sending his sword into an abyss.

What's even more terrifying is that the aura that devoured the sword intent carried a trace of the cold and majestic indifference of the Heavenly Dao, causing his golden core and even his sea of ​​consciousness to tremble.

"This child."

The old man's pupils constricted slightly, and a sudden chill ran down his spine.

He had cultivated for over a hundred years and had never seen such a bizarre level of swordsmanship.

It is unassuming and unassuming, yet as unfathomable as the ways of heaven.

Could this be the origin of the name "Heavenly Qilin"?

"Greetings to all the members of the White Jade Sword Pavilion."

The Second Elder, Li Canghai, stood with his hands behind his back. His voice was as calm as an ancient well, yet every word clearly reached everyone's ears.

He smiled, his gaze sweeping over the gray-robed old man's face, a faint hint of smugness playing on his lips, inwardly chuckling.

"Pan Zi, you old dog, you've been humiliated, haven't you? This is the number one swordsman of our Qilin Sword Sect. We brought this treasure out to show it off."

The gray-robed old man's face was ashen. Just as he was about to speak, a handsome young man in white suddenly stepped forward beside him.

"What a magnificent Heavenly Qilin!"

"Zheng!"

The young man's eyes shone brightly, but his sharp sword intent swept over like a raging tide, and a piercing sword cry immediately rang out in the air.

Just when the tension was about to rise
"when!!"

A resounding bell tolled from the depths of the sacred mountain, its sound waves rippling across the mountains and causing the sea of ​​clouds to surge.

"Distinguished guests, you have come from afar. Please come into the mountain for a chat."

A gentle yet undeniably authoritative voice rang out from the depths of the Immortal Saint Sect, like a spring breeze and gentle rain, instantly dispelling the overwhelming sword intent.

"That's exactly what I was thinking! Thank you for the invitation, Elder Wei!"

The gray-robed old man felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly composed himself, stepped aside to make way for the old man, and narrowed his eyes.

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance with the Second Elder and Xiao Chenzhou, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Let's go, the main character has spoken."

Second Elder Li Canghai laughed heartily, feeling extremely pleased with himself. He took the lead and flew out, full of vigor and pride.

Following behind, Zhao Wuji, clad in a purple-gold unicorn robe, transformed into a dazzling sword light and soared into the sky amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of Baiyu Sword Tower and many other cultivators.

The frost trail left by the Frosty Flying Sword lingered for a long time, as if carving a chilling sword mark in the sea of ​​clouds, attracting some discussion among the disciples of the Immortal Saint Sect.

"This Heavenly Qilin is no ordinary creature. It seems that it defeated the sword cultivators of the White Jade Sword Pavilion in just one exchange!"

"The other sword sects haven't made a move yet, but the White Jade Sword Pavilion is the first to jump out."
(End of this chapter)