Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Too Many Talents

Chapter 651 First Glimpse of Talent

Chapter 651 First Glimpse of Talent (Seeking Subscriptions)

At this moment, Shen Xuan was in a very good mood.

Last time, he deliberately experienced the tribulation of inner demons when he faced the Blissful Demon Lord of the Hehuan Sect.

Although it's a weaker version of the original.

Overall, Shen Xuan was quite satisfied with what he had done.

Perhaps things won't always go as planned.

I can honestly say that I have never done anything wrong in my life, nor have I let others down.

"Unfortunately, the cultivation of [Ice Soul Rebirth] has been suspended."

The [Ice Soul Rebirth] technique is not only spectacular, but also consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.

For safety reasons, Shen Xuan temporarily suspended his cultivation of the [Ice Soul Rebirth] technique.

To avoid insufficient spiritual energy in the event of an emergency.

Fortunately, he had two thousand Ice Soul Crystals.

It is sufficient to handle the vast majority of situations.

This is the benefit of being wealthy.

No matter how much spiritual energy is consumed, it can be replenished in time.

"In the future, when cultivating [Ice Soul Rebirth], we need to pay more attention to quality."

In Shen Xuan's view.

The Ice Soul Crystal that can be condensed in just two hours is far too simple.

According to the original meaning of "Ice Soul Rebirth", the true Ice Soul Crystal can repair the soul and reshape the physical body.

However, those Ice Soul Crystals require complete dedication.

Both the soul and spiritual energy were greatly depleted.

After practicing, the body will experience exhaustion.

It's clearly not safe enough near Flame Island.

"If it weren't for the demon invasion, I could have cultivated on Starshine Island until I reached the peak of the late Golden Core stage and then tried to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Shen Xuan did not place his hopes for achieving Nascent Soul status on the Qingyun Sect.

He didn't even place his hopes on the State of Song.

The Qingyun Sect's resources are only enough to support one person in their attempt to reach the Nascent Soul Realm.

The Spirit Sword Master and the Lost Track Master are bound to engage in a fierce battle.

Shen Xuan had no intention of getting involved at all.

Who wins or loses, who condenses their nascent soul, has no effect on him.

As long as he doesn't use Qingyun Sect's resources or move into Qingyun Peak.

Whoever becomes a Nascent Soul cultivator has no conflict of interest with him.

As long as you are strong enough, you can form your own faction without having to take sides.

……

Flowers bloom and fall.

Unbeknownst to him, Shen Xuan had spent a year on Flame Island.

Everything is going well.

Shen Xuan also got used to this kind of quiet cultivation.

He gave Yang Huofeng less and less guidance.

In the matter of training Yang Huofeng, Master Mingshen was even more concerned than he was.

They're coming more and more frequently.

Shen Xuan was happy to be a hands-off manager.

Originally, this was a matter for the Fire Cloud Sect.

He was merely fulfilling a vow made in accordance with the will of Heaven.

On this day, he was just about to practice his cultivation.

Suddenly, a thought struck me.

The tracking mark attached to Yang Yunfan showed unusual movement patterns.

"They've finally made their move. If they hadn't, I would have thought all the cultivators in Yue Kingdom were benevolent men and women."

The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart.

Shen Xuan wouldn't be like Demon Lord Mingyu, viewing others as hell and assuming everyone is evil.

But they also don't easily trust others.

In fact, very few people can gain his trust.

Shen Xuan strode out of the secret chamber of the cave.

"Fire Phoenix, come with me."

Upon hearing her master's summons, Yang Huofeng emerged from the training room looking completely bewildered.

The two, one after the other, concealed their presence and flew out of Crimson Cloud Peak.

……

Darkness, turbulence, suffocation.

Yang Yunfan struggled to regain consciousness from his coma.

He found himself trapped in a narrow, dark space.

The air was thick with the smell of musty leather.

He tried to move, but his limbs and bones were weak and powerless.

A cold, sturdy bull rope bound him tightly from head to toe.

Even without the Spirit Binding Rope, he couldn't circulate any spiritual power or make any sound, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Fell into a trap!"

Like a thunderclap, my mind exploded, instantly overwhelmed by endless regret and fear.

Memories came flooding back.

Three months ago, he came out of the Fire Cloud Sect's talisman room and, as usual, went to the "Hundred Flavors Pavilion" in the market to buy third-tier demon beast meat for his daughter.

Just as he was selecting goods, a surprised and familiar voice rang out behind him.

"Brother Yunfan?"

Yang Yunfan turned around and saw a big, fat man with a big smile looking at him excitedly.

It is Hong Taizhao.

His childhood friends, who later went their separate ways to make a living, had not seen each other for thirty years.

When they met again, Hong Taizhao was extremely hospitable and took him to a nearby restaurant to reminisce.

Over drinks, Yang Yunfan learned that Hong Taizhao was now the purchasing manager of a chamber of commerce, specifically responsible for purchasing supplies for the Flame Island area.

Hong Taizhao patted his chest and guaranteed that Yang Yunfan could get a discount on his future purchases at Baiweige if he intervened.

In the days that followed, Hong Taizhao often came to see him, and they would drink and eat together.

At first, Yang Yunfan was somewhat wary.

Feeling Hong Tai-chao's enthusiasm and talking about his childhood, his guard gradually relaxed.

Today, Hong Taizhao came to ask him to drink again.

After a few cups of spirit wine, Hong Taizhao said mysteriously, "Brother Yunfan, you have been a widower for many years, and your niece Huofeng has already established her foundation. You will need to put in more effort now."

"It's time to find someone who understands and cares for you. To be honest, I have a cousin who has recently returned from widowhood; she is beautiful and kind. What do you think, Brother Yunfan, about meeting her?"

Yang Yunfan instinctively refused.

However, when the female cultivator dressed in a pale yellow flowing fairy dress walked gracefully towards them, introduced by Hong Taizhao, she was met with a beautiful woman with a slender figure, a soft voice, and eyes full of spring.

Yang Yunfan felt a buzzing in his head, and his breathing became rapid.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the loneliness of many years, but he inexplicably did not leave immediately.

What happened next is somewhat unclear.

He only remembered that Hong Jiaojiao had a soft, sweet voice and was very attentive in urging people to drink.

When he regained some of his senses, he had already left the market with the Hong siblings.

A cool breeze blew, and he suddenly realized something.

According to the decree of Master Mingshen, he is not allowed to leave Flame Island without permission.

However, it was too late.

Hong Jiaojiao, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around and smiled. With a light wave of her hand, a pink handkerchief carrying a strange fragrance brushed against his face.

Yang Yunfan felt dizzy and then completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself in this very situation.

"It's over."

Yang Yunfan felt a chill in his heart.

At this point, he understood perfectly well.

They came specifically for him.

Now, he can only hope that the Yun Sect disciples will conduct a thorough check when he leaves the island.

However, all he heard was laughter and chatter.

No one searched the carriage at all.

The carriage drove directly onto the sturdy wooden planks.

Then came the sensation of the water flowing and the boat rocking slightly.

The carriage boarded the spirit ship that was leaving Flame Island.

His last glimmer of hope was shattered. Yang Yunfan closed his eyes in anguish.

Endless darkness and despair engulfed him.

……

a few days later.

The carriage disembarked from the hearse and sped off.

Late at night, the carriage stopped in front of an abandoned ancient temple.

The ruins, covered in cobwebs, looked eerie and terrifying under the moonlight.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Liu Yiyi, now back to her original appearance, leaped down gracefully.

After scanning her surroundings with her divine sense and confirming that everything was in order, Liu Yiyi called out softly towards the dilapidated temple, "Elder Mo?"

Shadows flickered inside the temple as Elder Mo, dressed in a black robe, slowly stepped out.

"How did things go?"

"all the best."

Liu Yiyi smiled charmingly, exuding captivating beauty.

Where is Fang Yuan?

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sword light swept down from the canopy of an ancient tree a thousand feet away.

Fang Yuan, dressed as a scholar, arrived on his sword, landed gracefully, and said, "No one is following us."

A hint of satisfaction appeared on Old Master Mo's face: "That's good."

At this moment, Hong Taizhao jumped down from the carriage shaft, deftly opened the carriage's inner compartment, dragged out Yang Yunfan, who was tightly bound by the spirit-binding rope, and threw him onto the cold ground.

Old Mo's gaze swept over Yang Yunfan, and he asked, "Is this the father of Yang Huofeng?"

Hong Taizhao grinned, his tone laced with disdain: "Old Master Mo, you are wise. Yang Yunfan is Yang Huofeng's adoptive father, but they are not related by blood. Yang Huofeng is an orphan he picked up years ago."

"My old friend is stingy and has no skills. Which female cultivator would want him?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunfan glared at Hong Taizhao, his eyes filled with rage.

Ignoring all of this, Liu Yiyi frowned and asked, "Elder Mo, when will the backup arrive?"

"Agreed upon at midnight."

Old Master Mo looked up at the moonlight, his voice calm.

"The time hasn't come yet. However, there is a small matter to take care of before that."

His gaze shifted and landed on Fang Yuan.

"Fang Yuan, you handle this."

"it is good."

Fang Yuan responded, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and slowly walked towards Hong Taizhao.

Hong Taizhao suddenly realized what was happening, his face turning deathly pale. He staggered back, saying urgently, "Wait! I have a backup plan. I have a secret letter with my close friend. If I don't contact him, the letter will be sent to the Fire Cloud Sect."

Fang Yuan's smile remained unchanged. He flipped his palm over and produced a cyan jade slip.

"You mean this?"

Hong Taizhao cried out in shock, "How did it end up in your hands?"

Fang Yuan said no more, and with a "whoosh," the spirit fan in his hand unfolded, flashing with a cold light.

"laugh!"

A thin line of blood, as thin as a hair, appeared on Hong Tai-zhao's neck.

He clutched his throat in terror, blood gushing from between his fingers, and pointed incredulously at Elder Mo, wanting to say something about his talents, but no sound came out.

A hint of impatience flashed in Old Mo's eyes, and he flicked his finger.

"puff!"

Hong Taizhao's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

Old Master Mo glanced at Fang Yuan, his tone slightly cold: "Next time, be more efficient."

Fang Yuan smiled and nodded: "Yes."

He deliberately held back, so that Old Mo would also get his hands dirty with blood.

Liu Yiyi, used to it, stepped forward and skillfully took the storage bag from Hong Taizhao's waist.

After opening it, he curled his lip in disdain: "Poor wretch! And he calls himself a chamber of commerce manager!"

Hong Taizhao's body lay on the ground, his eyes wide open in death, staring directly at Yang Yunfan.

Yang Yunfan felt ice-cold all over.

Old Mo squatted down to look Yang Yunfan in the eye, a sinister smile on his face: "Brother Yang, don't be afraid. We only seek wealth, not bloodthirst."

His tone was gentle, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

Yang Yunfan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

He knew that all three of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Even at the height of his power, he couldn't escape it.

Liu Yiyi giggled beside her, her voice laced with sarcasm: "That old fellow, though old in years, is still young at heart. He had some wicked thoughts about me before."

Yang Yunfan blushed instantly, feeling so ashamed and indignant that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Alright, Yiyi, that's enough. We had no choice."

Old Master Mo stood up and waved his hand.

"It's still early, everyone be on guard."

Fang Yuan's figure flashed, disappearing once again into the shadow of the ancient tree a thousand feet away.

Mo Lao also retreated back to the dilapidated temple, his aura merging with the darkness.

Only Liu Yiyi remained in place, seemingly casual, but in reality, her aura was locked onto Yang Yunfan.

The deserted temple returned to its deathly silence, the night wind howling.

However, even after midnight, the person who was supposed to meet them never showed up.

Outside the deserted temple, the night was as dark as ink, and all was silent.

Liu Yiyi restrained herself and waited for another fifteen minutes.

The agreed-upon midnight hour had long passed, and the person to meet them was still nowhere to be found.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer and whispered towards the dilapidated temple, "Elder Mo, something's wrong. The backup hasn't arrived yet." From the shadows of the temple gate, Elder Mo walked out with a grim face: "I'm afraid something has happened."

"what should we do?"

A hint of panic crept into Liu Yiyi's voice.

This is a huge deal worth 100,000 spirit stones.

They were all independent practitioners.

By making this deal, we have already offended the Fire Cloud Sect.

After receiving the spirit stones, they will fly far away and leave this place.

Now that the contact has failed to show up, the plan has been disrupted.

"Although the Fire Cloud Sect has declined, it still has late-stage True Core cultivators and more than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators. We can't afford to offend them."

Old Mo pondered for a moment and said, "The contact hasn't arrived yet, we can't wait any longer. Let's take him and leave this place first."

"That's all."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi sighed and said.

Without further hesitation, Elder Mo personally took action and stuffed Yang Yunfan back into the carriage's inner compartment.

"Yiyi, go into the carriage and keep an eye on everyone. I'll drive. Fangyuan, you stay behind and keep watch. If there's anything unusual, alert us immediately."

"it is good."

Fang Yuan's response came from the shadow of the ancient tree.

On the other side of the dilapidated temple.

On a towering ancient tree.

Concealing his presence and disappearing into the shadows, Yang Huofeng gazed expressionlessly down into the distance.

Shen Xuan relayed the conversation between the three of them to her telepathically.

"They're leaving."

"The person who will meet you is on another ancient tree a thousand feet to the east."

"That person is good at hiding his tracks; he's hiding there and won't show himself."

"You don't need to worry about him, I have my own plans. Now, go down and kill those three men to rescue your father."

Shen Xuan emphasized the last sentence solemnly.

"Yang Huofeng, listen carefully. No matter what, I will not intervene. You can only rely on yourself."

"Yes, Big Brother."

Upon leaving the cave, she remembered her master's instructions and addressed him only as "Senior Brother".

Seeing that Elder Mo below had already cracked his whip and the carriage was about to start, a cold glint flashed in Yang Huofeng's eyes.

"Qiang!"

A clear, resonant sword cry pierced the night sky.

Yang Huofeng's spiritual power erupted, and her figure transformed into a blazing red streak, swooping down from the thousand-foot tree canopy, her target the carriage that had just started moving.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment the sword flashed, Fang Yuan, who was in charge of covering the rear, shouted a stern warning.

He was on guard in secret and reacted the fastest.

Just as Old Master Mo was about to crack his whip, Liu Yiyi, who had just stepped into the carriage, both changed their expressions drastically and turned around abruptly.

The crimson light was already before my eyes.

Amidst the sword light, Yang Huofeng's beautiful face, radiating murderous intent, and her icy, piercing gaze were revealed.

The deadly trap has suddenly begun.

In the blink of an eye, a sudden change occurred.

"Death!"

A loud shout rang out behind him.

It was Fang Yuan who was in charge of covering the rear.

Seeing Yang Huofeng rushing straight for the carriage, he summoned his natal flying sword, which transformed into a pale white streak of light, accompanied by a piercing shriek, and stabbed straight at Yang Huofeng's back.

This sword strike was extremely fast and from a tricky angle.

Yang Huo rushed forward, his divine sense already released, covering the surrounding area for dozens of feet.

Sensing Fang Yuan's sneak attack, Yang Huofeng didn't turn around and shouted angrily, "Hurry!"

The Flying Phoenix Sword emitted a clear and melodious phoenix cry, and crimson cloud-like primordial fire suddenly rose from its blade, meeting the pale white sword light head-on.

"when!"

The two swords clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The moment the pale flying sword made contact with the crimson cloud primordial fire, the sword's spiritual light dimmed instantly, and it let out a mournful cry.

The crimson cloud flames attached to the Flying Phoenix Sword spread upwards, frantically burning the sword's body.

"puff!"

With his natal flying sword damaged, Fang Yuan was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, and his aura instantly weakened.

His eyes were filled with horror.

Even a full-force attack from his own flying sword couldn't withstand a single blow.

Without hesitation, Old Master Mo shook the reins and spurred the carriage forward at breakneck speed.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the life or death of his companion, Fang Yuan.

Yang Huofeng's eyes grew colder, and her killing intent intensified.

A high-quality fire dragon talisman was activated, transforming into a crimson fire dragon that roared and danced, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of burning the entire world. It locked onto the heavily injured Fang Yuan and pounced on him.

Yang Huofeng did not look back at the result of the fire spirit talisman's attack, but chased after the fleeing carriage like a shadow.

"Stop her!"

Old Mo roared angrily.

Inside the carriage, Liu Yiyi leaned out, let out a sharp cry, and waved the pink handkerchief in her hand.

Instantly, a sweet, alluring, and colorful mist spread out, enveloping Yang Huofeng.

This is her famous magic weapon, the Bewitching Fairy Handkerchief, which she used to bewitch many Foundation Establishment cultivators.

However, to her surprise, the bewitching incense had no effect on Yang Huofeng at all.

She cultivated the Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire Technique, which tempered her soul with primordial fire, thus restraining this bewitching evil art.

The fragrant mist enveloped her body, but was burned away by the naturally flowing Crimson Cloud Flame, sizzling and turning into nothingness.

"what?"

Liu Yiyi's face paled, her eyes filled with terror.

In the instant she was lost in thought, Yang Huofeng arrived in a flash.

The Flying Phoenix Sword in his hand blazed with crimson flames.

A blazing crimson sword aura shot out.

The sword energy swept past incredibly fast.

Liu Yiyi felt a chill on her neck, and her gaze began to tilt and roll to one side in a strange way.

The last thing she saw was her own headless body, gushing blood.

"Pfft!"

Liu Yiyi's head rolled to the ground, her life ending in tragedy.

Old Master Mo caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and was so frightened that his soul almost left his body and his liver and gallbladder trembled.

Yang Huofeng's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Instantly killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the same level.

Mo Lao frantically urged the carriage forward, simultaneously transforming his spiritual power into a giant hand that reached into the carriage's inner compartment, attempting to take Yang Yunfan hostage. He shouted, "Stop! Your father is still in my hands!"

The word "hand" had just been spoken.

A dazzling crimson sword aura, radiant and swift as a shooting star.

Mo Lao instinctively leaped forward to dodge.

"boom!"

The entire carriage was instantly cut in two.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Yang Yunfan, pale as a ghost, was revealed inside the interlayer.

Mo Lao turned and fled.

He was still crushing a second-tier lightness talisman in his hand.

However, at this time, Yang Feifeng had no worries about the future and became even more ruthless.

The Flying Phoenix Sword transformed into a crimson fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws, shattering the void, and arriving before him, instantly filling his entire field of vision.

The scorching heat made him stop breathing.

"I'll fight you!"

In despair, Elder Mo summoned his black flying sword to meet the fire dragon.

however.

Where the crimson fire dragon passed, the black flying swords melted instantly, like ice and snow.

The next moment, crimson flames completely engulfed Elder Mo.

"what!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky.

Mo Lao transformed into a raging fireman, struggling frantically.

After a few breaths, it turned into a pile of charred remains, and there was no sound or breath.

In the distance, Fang Yuan had also been silenced by the burning of the Fire Dragon Talisman.

The wilderness returned to its deathly silence.

A night breeze blew by, carrying with it the delicate aroma of meat.

Yang Huofeng stood with her sword in hand, slowly drawing the crimson cloud flames burning around her into her body.

Seeing the horrific scene before her, Yang Huofeng belatedly realized the horror she was experiencing.

My chest heaved violently, I felt unwell all over, and I felt like vomiting.

So this is what it feels like to kill someone.

She forced herself to remain calm, walked to the broken carriage, carefully cut the binding rope, and helped the still-shaken Yang Yunfan out.

"Dad, it's alright now."

at this time.

On an ancient tree a thousand feet away, a monkey-like figure blended into the night, leaping from branch to branch before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

The figure was unaware that a strange demonic insect was stealthily following behind him.

It was the leader of the Yin-Devouring Demonic Insects cultivated by Shen Xuan.

It is only a mid-grade second-tier item.

However, it possesses the innate skill of "Yin-Yang Walking".

Shen Xuan sent a wisp of his divine consciousness to attach to the leader of the Yin-devouring demonic insects.

……

"Even if Yang Huofeng's phoenix bloodline is only a trace and extremely thin, it is still the spiritual body of a top-tier fire magic cultivator."

"If it were me, a fire mage who has been at the Foundation Establishment stage for a year, I might not be her match."

"Fine, I'll admit it. Yang Huofeng is indeed very strong, far surpassing me in fire-attribute Daoist techniques."

"Now, she has also experienced the test of life and death."

Shen Xuan revealed himself, pondering to himself.

He slowly walked up to Yang Yunfan and Yang Huofeng.

"Big brother."

Yang Huofeng called out timidly.

It's like a student taking an exam and having their paper checked by a teacher.

"good."

Shen Xuan nodded slightly.

Yang Huofeng let out a long sigh of relief and wiped away non-existent cold sweat.

"Owner."

Yang Yunfan called out tremblingly.

His face was full of shame as he struggled to bow and say, "Thank you, Master, for your help."

Shen Xuan gently flicked his sleeve.

Remove the binding effect of the spirit-sealing talisman from Yang Yunfan's body.

He glanced at Yang Yunfan, whose face was wrinkled and whose movements were slow, and couldn't help but sigh: "Old Yang, you're not young anymore..."

The night breeze was cool.

Yang Huofeng and Yang Yunfan are cleaning up the battlefield.

The remains of Mo Lao, Liu Yiyi, and Fang Yuan were all completely cremated by Yang Huofeng.

Yang Huofeng touched the corpse and placed the three people's magical treasures and storage bags in front of Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan glanced at it and couldn't help but shake his head.

Mo Lao and Fang Yuan's storage bags were burned and deformed.

Fang Yuan's flying sword was charred black, clearly damaged.

"Fire Phoenix, when victory is assured and you are absolutely certain, try not to damage the opponent's magic treasures and storage bags."

Yang Huofeng quickly replied, "Yes, Senior Brother."

"When we get back, Lao Yang, you should teach Huo Feng properly."

"Yes, Master."

Looking at the spoils of war before him, Shen Xuan calmly said, "Fire Phoenix, put them away. We'll open and deal with them after we get back to Flame Island. If you don't understand, ask your father."

Yang Yunfan lived to be over sixty years old.

As a rogue cultivator, I have some experience in how to dispose of stolen goods without leaving a trace, and still sell them for a high price.

He heard that it all belonged to him.

Yang Huofeng immediately laughed and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Then, he put away the magic weapon and the storage bag.

At that moment, a Yin-devouring demonic insect flew back.

"Alright, let's go back to the island."

"Yes."

Yang Huofeng and Yang Yunfan did not ask any further questions.

Shen Xuan summoned a cyan flying boat, carrying the two of them, and flew back to Flame Island.

Return to the cave at Crimson Cloud Peak.

Yang Yunfan went back to his room to rest.