Immortals of the End Times

In the steaming mist of the hot spring, the moonlight hanging from the dome of the Pot Heaven space dyed the misty vapors amber.

Yan Lan leaned lazily against the white jade pool wall, her fire-patterned bodice hanging loosely behind her neck, her flushed skin glistening with fine wine nectar.

Hua Qingshuang was half-immersed in the spring water, her icy earrings swaying gently among her white hair, her eyes glistening with the scent of alcohol.

"It's been so many years, and my nephew hasn't performed acupuncture on us again."

Yan Lan suddenly scooped up a handful of fine wine and splashed it at the figures on the shore. The wine traced shimmering arcs in the moonlight. "Now that you're a big shot, I wonder if you'll still be as dedicated as you used to be."

Her voice trailed off with a soft laugh, and her toes stirred ripples on the water's surface.

"Then let's wait and see, Master and Peak Master. I plan to use some new techniques this time."

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly and ran his fingers over the suspended family heirloom gold needle, causing the patterns at the needle's end to light up one by one.

A blood-red glint flashed in his eyes.

Amidst the misty wine, the bodies of the two peak masters suddenly became as clear as crystal.

The meridians and acupoints in each area immediately appeared in minute detail, like a star map.

Yan Lan leaned against the pool wall, her fire-patterned bodice moving without wind, while the ice crystal earrings hanging from her hair suddenly froze.

Both of them felt as if Zhao Wuji's gaze had swept over them, as if he had seen through them completely.

A slight tremor ran through their skin, and the lingering effects of the alcohol dissipated somewhat.

"I remember clearly that Master Yan's Jiuwei acupoint is three-tenths of an inch to the left, and the Peak Master's Zhiyang acupoint is one inch deeper than normal."

At this moment, Zhao Wuji's voice came, which made the two of them relax a little.

Before the words were even finished, eighteen golden needles had already sped across the water like startled swans.

“Swish swish!!”

Zhao Wuji's left hand held nine needles wrapped in the blazing light of the Sun-Slaying Technique.

The Nine Needles on the Right Hand Create Light with a Pure Radiance.

It trailed a trail of light, a blend of gold, red, and moon white, through the mist.

The moment the needle touched her skin, Yan Lan suddenly let out a soft groan, biting her red lower lip tightly, straightening her back, and freezing the undulating curves beneath her fire-patterned bodice for a moment.

"Phoenix nods!"

Buzz! !
The needle tip vibrated, emitting a clear and melodious phoenix cry, as streams of yang energy flowed into the meridians through the Dazhui acupoint.

A blush suddenly appeared beneath her fair, rosy skin, and a layer of fragrant sweat instantly appeared, sliding down her collarbone.

Zhao Wuji's sudden integration of the Earthly Fiend Technique into his acupuncture skills was many times stronger than when he was still a lowly henchman.

Even now, Yan Lan and Hua Qingshuang, both of whom are Nascent Soul True Monarchs, cannot withstand such superb acupuncture skills.

"Well!!"

Yan Lan suddenly tilted her head back, letting out a soft sob, and the hairpin in her hair clattered and fell to the bottom of the pool.

"Um"

Hua Qingshuang unconsciously gripped the water plants by the pool, feeling a warm current washing over her entire body.

She suddenly realized that the gold needle at the Tanzhong acupoint on her chest was trembling and getting hot, and the needle energy was turning into a miniature blazing sun rotating at the acupoint.

It seemed that Zhao Wuji had compressed the Sunburst Technique into a needle-sized ball of light, which was now being slowly released into her vital acupoints.

On Yan Lan's side, however, the situation was quite different.

The purifying power emanating from the Life-Generating Technique was flowing along her Ren Meridian.

Each time the needle tip moves, some hidden injuries and impurities in the body are expelled.

In particular, the Yin Talisman and Blood Talisman that Huang Chang had laid down in the past were all pulled out and turned into red mist.

Her waist swayed like a willow in the wind, and her arches drew messy ripples on the water's surface: "You brat, where did you learn all these new techniques? Have you been practicing acupuncture on your little Zhixia all these years instead of giving us acupuncture treatments?"

"Uncle, you're joking. My needlework skills can only be mastered through self-study. Who else can teach me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji suddenly twirled his fingers and, in the blink of an eye, made a hand seal. The nine needles suddenly traveled from the backs of the two peak masters to their waists.

The dragon swishes its tail.

He suddenly summoned two Yu tripods.

The Yangzhou tripod appeared in the sky.

The mythical beast patterns from the Classic of Mountains and Seas on the body of the cauldron suddenly lit up, and the two dragons coiled around the handles suddenly opened their crimson fiery eyes and spewed out many tiny spiritual crystals.

These crystals, like a cascading galaxy, flowed into the meridians through the golden needles, producing a clear, tinkling sound like a spring striking a rock.

At the same time, the Yanzhou Cauldron flew out with a roar, and from the dragon gate pattern on its belly, thousands of koi carp phantoms soared into the air, condensing into a torrent of azure-gold vitality at the mouth of the cauldron.

Wherever this vitality passes, the pool water ripples with an emerald-like halo, and even the moss at the bottom of the pool instantly stretches out like green silk.

"Um!"

Hua Qingshuang suddenly groaned, her snow-white skin turning a peach-colored hue, and beads of sweat appeared on the soles of her feet. Her ten jade-like toes curled up unconsciously on the moss at the bottom of the pool.

Yan Lan's reaction was even more direct.

She suddenly grabbed the white jade railing on the shore, pressing her chest against it.

The fiery red bodice couldn't contain the breathtaking curves at all; the phoenix tattoo on the back burned all the way down to the waist.

As the energy from the needle traveled to her dantian, her delicate body suddenly trembled violently, and the coral beads hanging from her hair scattered onto the water with a 'splash': "Zhao Wuji!"

This scolding sounded less like a rebuke and more like an invitation that was difficult to express.

Inside the Sake Pond Hot Spring, the fog grew even thicker.

"It seems like it's almost done."

Zhao Wuji, in a flash of inspiration, formed a finger-transformation seal, and the Bone-Corroding Rain Needle suddenly shot out.

This needle is an extremely insidious and deadly weapon, capable of killing without leaving a trace.

At this moment, however, under the mysterious control of his finger-transformation technique, it revealed a touch of tenderness and affection.

"rise!"

With a soft shout, the Yongzhou Cauldron, the cauldron that connects Yin and Yang, appeared in response.

The yin-yang fish pattern on the body of the cauldron moves like a living creature, with the eyes of the yin fish spewing out mysterious cold air and the pupils of the yang fish bursting with pure yang fire.

The two energies intertwined like two monstrous dragons coiling around a pillar, condensing into a Taiji diagram at the cauldron's handle.

"Rain is coming!!"

Zhao Wuji's rain-praying incantation suddenly changed, and the Yongzhou Cauldron immediately hummed and trembled.

A shower of rain drifted down from the sky and fell into the belly of the cauldron.

The black tortoise in the mythical beast illustration from the Classic of Mountains and Seas inside the cauldron suddenly raised its head, and the innate eight trigrams patterns on its shell lit up one by one.

In an instant, the rainwater was transformed into the River of Oblivion and the Dew of the Jade Pool, which were carried by the Yin and Yang energies and soared into the sky, turning into a sky full of spiritual rain.

"Congeal!"

Zhao Wuji gave a low shout.

Eighteen golden needles rang out in the rain curtain formed by the Bone-Corroding Rain Needles, and the magnificent true meaning of the Sun-Shaking Technique and the bright moonlight of the Life-Giving Technique merged together.

The two needles, one yin and one yang, both carried the reincarnation power of the Yongzhou Cauldron. The tips of the needles exhaled the yin and yang energies and transformed into a golden dragon about an inch long in the rain and mist.

These golden dragons, though small, are complete with scales and claws.

The dragon's eyes were black and white, like the cycle of day and night, absorbing yin and yang, which was the reincarnation pupil light refined by the Yongzhou Cauldron.

As the dragon whiskers stirred, wisps of the Daoist energy of reincarnation fell, wandering between the two women's vital points on their Du meridians, leaving faint Tai Chi marks on their alabaster skin.

"This can be considered as me planting a seed of Daoist essence within the two of them."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly. "Whether they can gain any insights and have them take root and sprout in the future depends entirely on themselves."

As he used the new technique to apply acupuncture to the two women, he was actually verifying his new understanding of the use of the Six Cauldrons.

Furthermore, they were practicing their original technique of "using needles to convey the Dao".

The application of acupuncture points is merely a superficial technique; the true wonder lies in 'enlightenment'.

At this time, every time the golden dragon completes a full cycle, it will bring back a wisp of turbid air and throw it into the Yongzhou Cauldron.

The yin-yang fish in the cauldron immediately crushed and recombined the turbid energy, restoring it to its original state as pure spiritual energy, which then fell with a new round of spiritual rain.

This cycle repeats endlessly, truly demonstrating some of the power of the Dao of Reincarnation.

"Ten Dragons Playing with a Phoenix!"

Seeing that he had the upper hand, Zhao Wuji suddenly let out a low shout.

"what!"

Yan Lan suddenly straightened her back, and the ribbon of her bright red bodice snapped.

Hua Qingshuang collapsed as if her bones had been removed, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall and floating on the water's surface.

Golden and silver light spots lit up on the acupoints all over their bodies, forming the Big Dipper constellation in the mist.

As the last needle landed on the coccyx acupoint, Yan Lan suddenly extended her jade arm from her drunken haze.

With a flick of her red sleeve, a crimson ribbon coiled around Zhao Wuji's waist like a serpent. A flicker of red in her eyes, a hint of intoxication in her gaze, revealed her fiery passion: "Nephew, the night is long, why don't you come in and soak in the night?"

Suddenly, her jade-like fingers exerted force, a force like a dragon churning the waves, forcefully pulling the person into the hot spring.

"Wow!"

Amidst the splashing water, Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled.

"Uncle-Master, you're drunk!"

Just as he was about to make a hand seal and leap into the air, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, water splashed around him, and a fragrant breeze carrying the mist of wine wafted over him.

A graceful figure appears hazy in the mist, with a warm and gentle presence behind her.

Hua Qingshuang had somehow gotten close behind him, her breath, carrying the scent of wine, brushing against his earlobe: "Don't go."

These two words, as light as snowflakes, made even her own fingertips tremble.

Those slender, delicate hands, which were usually wielding swords and forming hand seals, were now caressing the back of Zhao Wuji's neck.

The temperature of my palm was even hotter than the pool water.

"puff"!
A wine cup bumped against Yan Lan's shoulder, and the amber nectar slid down her collarbone, forming a shallow, shimmering pool.

Zhao Wuji turned his head and looked into Hua Qingshuang's eyes, which were reflecting the moonlight.

The frost that had remained there year-round had now melted into shimmering spring water, clearly reflecting his bewildered expression.

"Peak Master!"

He suddenly recalled those snowy nights on Cold Moon Peak. Icicles hung outside the palace gates, but inside, a warm jade lamp always shone, and beneath it, a person with frosty hair melted the ice on the bed.
The mist swallowed the soft sound of the wine cup overturning.

Hua Qingshuang has always been aloof and self-possessed. If it weren't for the influence of alcohol today, this cold pool would probably never have reached the point where water naturally flows.

The strong liquor, like lava, melted the iceberg, finally causing it to boil.

Zhao Wuji gazed at the shimmering hot spring water before him, but ultimately did not retreat.

Today, everything has come to pass naturally.

Three days later.

The sound of a zither drifted from the pavilion in the Pot Heaven Space, like a clear spring gurgling over rocks, or spring water breaking through ice, its gentle flow concealing an undercurrent of turbulent currents.

The Flower Peak Master, who was usually only known for the sound of swords, was actually plucking the strings with her delicate fingers on this day, as if she wanted to melt the frost and snow of a hundred years into this lingering melody.

Zhao Wuji leaned against the jade table, his eyes reflecting the snowy figure playing the zither not far away.

Peak Master Hua's black hair was half-tied up, and his plain white Taoist robe fluttered with his fingers. This was the first time he had ever seen Peak Master Shuangxue playing the zither.

The music at first was like a clear spring babbling, then gradually resembled the cry of a phoenix in Kunlun Mountain, quite different from her usual aloof swordplay, adding a touch of vibrancy.

He couldn't help laughing.

The number of "firsts" that occurred in these three days was more than all of the previous decades combined.

Even the bright red virginity marks on the two peak masters' bodies have long since disappeared.

So much so that when they sobered up the next day, it was the usually unrestrained Master Yan who lost his composure first.

He stormed out of the pavilion, leaving behind only the words that he was going into seclusion to cultivate, and then fled as if escaping to his cave on Mount Ling.

Now, the once most etiquette-conscious Peak Master Hua is calmly playing the zither, her frost-white brows revealing a hidden spring-like beauty. She has accepted everything with more composure and equanimity than the usually carefree Yan Lan.

As the music ended, the lingering notes from the strings slowly dissipated in the attic.

Zhao Wuji clapped his hands and smiled, praising, "The chilling 'Rainbow Piercing the Sun' from the final chapter of 'Guangling San' has actually been transformed into the five notes of the pentatonic scale by you, Peak Master. I never imagined that your zither skills had reached such a level."

A blush crept onto Hua Qingshuang's fair face, which was as smooth as jade.

"I haven't played in a long time either, so I'm glad you like it, Wuji."

She gently pressed the strings of the zither with her delicate hands, stopping the aftershocks. She rose and walked to Zhao Wuji, straightening his clothes with her hands, and softly advised, "The path of cultivation cannot be rushed, and the Nine Heavens are extremely dangerous. Countless Nascent Soul cultivators throughout history have perished there."

Her eyes flickered with a hint of worry: "Even if the end of the Dharma arrives two hundred years from now, with the resources we have accumulated, we can still protect a few spiritual veins."

At worst, my cultivation level will drop a bit, but I can always endure until the next spiritual energy revival.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his broad hand gently grasping her soft hand: "Don't worry, I will make all the necessary preparations."

After saying that, he suddenly reached out and pulled Hua Qingshuang into his arms, the faint scent of cold plum blossoms lingering around his nose.

Hua Qingshuang's snow-white neck instantly flushed a light red, even the tips of her ears turned a rouge color, yet she did not break free.

The absurd scenes that occurred three days ago in that hot spring still make her feel ashamed when she thinks about them.

Not to mention, Yan Lan was also present at the time.

The sight of the two of them together in the hot spring, accompanied by Zhao Wuji, cracked the icy shell that she had cultivated for a hundred years, and brought her unprecedented joy and happiness.

So much so that at the time, her reaction and initiative were even greater than Yan Lan's.

Even now, they are all somewhat reluctant to see Zhao Wuji leave.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Zhao Wuji released his embrace and walked out of the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, the young apprentice Xiaoyue hurriedly pretended to be practicing her sword under the magnolia tree.

Seeing the two of them come out, she hurriedly forced a smile, but the forced curve of her lips couldn't hide the reddening in her eyes.

"My lord!" she immediately greeted.

Zhao Wuji paused, stepped forward, and brushed away the stray hairs of flower petals from Xiaoyue's forehead. As the green light flowed from his fingertips, a wisp of pure, ancient, and mysterious spiritual energy entered her brow. "Cultivate well with Xiaoya. I hope that when I emerge from seclusion next time, you will have already broken through to the Golden Core stage!"

"Yes, I will certainly not disappoint you, sir!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyue immediately nodded heavily and escorted Zhao Wuji into the teleportation array, watching as his figure disappeared into the array's brilliance.

She glanced at Hua Qingshuang, who stood aloof and cold not far away, and sighed inwardly.

She once followed the adults into the Linglang Cave Heaven to cultivate.

It was only thanks to the peak master's leniency that I was able to enter the cave as a menial servant.

All I ask for is to be able to stay by the adults' side and spend more time with them.

Now she has reached the late stage of the Condensation Realm, and the Golden Core is in sight. Being able to accompany the master for so many years and witness his Nascent Soul completion is a rare and precious destiny that many people cannot obtain.

What else is there to ask for?
"Xiaoyue, oh Xiaoyue," she extinguished the ripples in her heart, "you're too greedy!"

After leaving the Pot Heaven Space, Zhao Wuji went to the Supreme Cave Heaven again, met with Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu, and then went to the Immortal Saint Sect.

He plans to go into seclusion during this cultivation, vowing not to emerge until he has reached the perfect Nascent Soul stage, and then it will be time to question the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Transformation stage!

Time flies like an arrow; the path of cultivation is endless, within the Immortal Saint Sect.

Sixty-three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, outside the gates of the Immortal Saint Sect, the Qingyun Market was bustling with activity.

On the streets paved with jade, cultivators thronged shoulder to shoulder, their colorful robes gleaming in the morning sun.

The cries of vendors rose and fell: "Five-hundred-year-old Crimson Essence Ginseng, in exchange for a lightning attribute cultivation technique!"

"Even a Golden Core cultivator would be tempted by a flying sword forged from the cold iron of the North Sea!"

Occasionally, cultivators at the Concentration Realm would leap into the air, transforming into streaks of light that swept past, the gusts of wind stirred up by their robes causing the clouds to scatter.

Outside the room, more than ten spirit boats shuttled through the clouds.

The largest ship was made entirely of black jade, with a roaring Qilin carved on its prow, which was clearly the symbol of the Qilin Sword Sect.

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-long purple aura came from the east; it was the Xuantian Sect's treasured spirit boat, the 'Star Chariot,' breaking through the sea of ​​clouds.

The ninety-nine star-shaped stones inlaid on the hull of the boat reflect the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky.

We are now in the midst of a century-long resurgence of Reiki.

The spiritual veins of the Nine Provinces surged like dragons, and even mortal cities were shrouded in a faint spiritual mist.

Those top-tier blessed lands are even more extraordinary.

In particular, the seventh-level spiritual vein behind the Immortal Saint Sect can condense the purple energy that bursts forth every day at the hour of Yin into the shape of a tangible Ganoderma lucidum.

"Look! It's the spirit boat of the Xuantian Sect!"

Inside a teahouse in the market, a cultivator suddenly stood up and pointed.

On the deck of the star raft stood an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, his hands clasped behind his back. His white Taoist robe was embroidered with the stars of the heavens.

A knowledgeable rogue cultivator exclaimed in surprise, "It's Daoist Xinghe! This is a Nascent Soul ancestor who became famous in the last era. He must be at least a thousand years old now, right?"

In a corner of the market, two Qi Refining cultivators whispered to each other: "I heard that this person was able to prolong his life to this day entirely because he was on good terms with the Demon-Slaying Saint True Monarch back then."

"good."

The older one said mysteriously, "I heard that it was the life force of the Yu Ding bestowed by the True Lord of Subduing Demons and Manifesting Saints."

When that True Lord transformed the Yangzhou Cauldron into spiritual rain in the Immortal Saint Sect's plaza, I personally witnessed some miraculous phenomena from afar.

“That’s right, I was a paving stone in the Immortal Saint Sect’s square back then, and I can testify to that.”

“No problem, I am the old pine tree in the square, I saw it with my own eyes.”

Several cultivators teased and joked, making the old Taoist blush with embarrassment.

On the spirit boat, Daoist Xinghe couldn't help but reveal a smile.

These whispered words, far from irritating him, soothed his soul like fine, aged wine.

Having lingered on in the Dharma-ending Age until now, to be able to form a good relationship with the Demon-Subduing and Saintly True Lord Zhao Wuji is truly the greatest opportunity of my life.

Otherwise, I would probably have exhausted my lifespan in the end times, and I would not be as carefree as I am today.

"Looking back now, I think my possession of that body back then was actually a success!"

Xinghe Daoist smiled and flicked his sleeve, feeling a little smug.

Now, not only has he fully recovered from his injuries, but even the lifespan he lost during the fight against the end of Dharma has been partially restored by Zhao Zhenjun using the Yanzhou Cauldron and the Yongzhou Cauldron.

If in the future Zhao Zhenjun can truly break through to the Nascent Soul stage and become a Dao Lord, he may even be able to resolve the great calamity of the end times.

Then he might be able to take this opportunity to go further and live for another thousand years!

He came to the Immortal Saint Sect to attend the ceremony.

It is said that Zhao Zhenjun will break through to the Nascent Soul stage during this seclusion, and will then emerge from seclusion.

This attracted numerous cultivators from across the Nine Provinces, all eager to witness the prowess of this True Monarch's breakthrough.

After all, even today, cultivators who can reach the Nascent Soul stage are extremely rare.

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard a clear and melodious sword cry from the sky.

Looking up, they saw a crimson sword light piercing through the clouds, and standing on the sword was a cultivator in a wide robe and sleeves, none other than Xiao Chenzhou, the newly promoted Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Qilin Sword Sect.

"Sect Master Xinghe, how have you been?"

Xiao Chenzhou laughed loudly from afar, his sword light tracing a mysterious trajectory in the air like a swimming dragon, and he was already close at hand in an instant.

He clasped his hands in a salute as his sleeves rolled up, and the purple-gold sword at his waist gleamed in the morning sun.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao's demeanor is even more impressive than before."

The Star River Ancestor stroked his beard and smiled. The star patterns on his moon-white Daoist robe moved without wind, and he also solemnly returned the greeting, clearly understanding the friendship between Xiao Chenzhou and Zhao Wuji.

"Want to go together?"

Xiao Chenzhou unleashed his sword technique, causing the flying sword beneath his feet to grow three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in length.

"it is good!"

Ancestor Xinghe smiled knowingly, and a jade slip shrouded in starlight flew out from his sleeve and was sent to the Immortal Saint Sect.

The star raft beneath their feet suddenly parted into wisps of clouds, running parallel to the crimson sword light.

The two transformed into streaks of red and white light, flying towards the core forbidden area of ​​the Immortal Saint Sect.

Along the way, various colored lights could be seen flowing like rivers into the sea, and many cultivators from the Nine Provinces flocked to the scene in their magical artifacts and spirit boats.

A Nascent Soul cultivator sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, his body radiating a rainbow of spiritual light, exuding an imposing aura.

The Golden Core cultivator stood on a flying sword, its sword energy crisscrossing, the sound of it cutting through the air like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

Many minor sect cultivators crowded onto the public flying boat, craning their necks and eagerly waiting.

All of this was to witness the unparalleled prowess of Zhao Wuji, the Demon-Slaying Saint who had vanquished the Nine Nether Demon Lord and many other demonic giants, as he emerged from his seclusion.
(End of this chapter)