From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 171 An Unprecedented Crisis

The Xi River, which runs through the Taikun Mountains, freezes over in the dead of winter. A group of young Qingxiao Sect disciples lie on the ice, staring intently at the rushing river below through various openings.

On a rock not far away, a male disciple of the Qingxiao Sect was practicing his sword. He was Liu Jie, one of the Seven Masters of Qingxiao.

This group of young disciples came from the villages at the foot of the mountain and were all related to the Seven Masters of Qingxiao. Today, Liu Jie specially brought this group of disciples here to relax.

If they could catch fish, it would be considered a contribution for these disciples.

As the snow fell, Liu Jie's swordsmanship was agile, each strike flowing smoothly and possessing its own unique charm.

Among the Seven Masters of Qingxiao, he has never stood out and has no prestige in the current sect, but he has never complained and even enjoys his comfortable life.

He didn't have the outstanding abilities and perseverance of Huang Shan and Yu Lin. He preferred a stable life and didn't even like going down the mountain to gain experience. He would usually just stay in the village for a while.

The title of the Seven Masters of Qingxiao has been replaced by later generations. The younger disciples prefer to hear new stories. Liu Jie walks within the sect like an ordinary disciple. No one recognizes him. Only the children in the village still worship him and the Seven Masters of Qingxiao.

While practicing his swordplay, Liu Jie suddenly noticed someone approaching through the snow and mist in the distance.

He didn't care at first, but as the person got closer and closer, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

There was only one person on the other side, and judging from their build, they didn't seem to be an adult.

How could an ordinary child go up the mountain alone at this time of year?

Liu Jie immediately sheathed his sword and shouted, "Alright, everyone go back up the mountain."

The children ignored him and continued to lie on the ice catching fish.

"enough!"

Liu Jie gathered his strength and roared, startling the children who all trembled and looked at him in terror.

Liu Jie stared intently at the figure in the distance and said in a deep voice, "Go up the mountain immediately, to Qingxiao Mountain! Quickly!"

The children followed his gaze and saw someone approaching; they immediately ran up the mountain.

Although they were unsure whether the newcomers were dangerous, they trusted Liu Jie and believed he would never harm them.

The children ran past Liu Jie, and one of the boys turned around and asked, "Cousin, should we call for help?"

Liu Jie hesitated for a moment, then said, "Shout it out."

If he was wrong, he could at worst be blamed by the disciples of the Enforcement Hall, but he didn't want to make a big mistake.

In these chaotic times, even Jiang Zhaoxia's family was slaughtered, so he had to be cautious.

Upon hearing his answer, the children became even more nervous, quickening their pace and disappearing into the snow and mist.

Liu Jie stared intently ahead, and soon he saw a white-haired boy walking towards him. The boy walked unhurriedly, and Liu Jie noticed that the boy was covered in blood.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he hadn't given false information.

Immediately afterward, his heart leaped into his throat, for he was about to face the white-haired boy alone.

Although the other person was young, he had a head of white hair, which was really strange.

His intuition told him that the other person might be dangerous.

At that moment, Liu Jie inexplicably recalled his senior brother Huang Shan's criticism of him:
"Xiao Jie, a person must have fighting spirit. Don't be listless all day long, otherwise one day you will regret not working harder."

Liu Jie saw the white-haired youth start running and rushing towards him, so he immediately drew his sword, ready to fight.

"Today, I won't have any regrets, will I..."

Liu Jie thought silently, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Although he was filled with worry, he did not choose to turn around and run away.

He was among the first disciples after the reconstruction of Qingxiao Sect. Liu Jie could back down, but as one of the Seven Sons of Qingxiao, he could not.

He can only trust his own sword now.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass on the territory of Qingxiao Sect?"

Liu Jie shouted loudly. At this critical moment, he did not lose his mind and shouted with all his might.

The ground nearby was flat, and he wasn't afraid of triggering an avalanche. If someone could hear him, he would have a chance to survive.

Of course, it would be best if he could capture the other party himself.

However, ever since he joined Qingxiao Sect, Liu Jie has been unable to defeat his fellow disciples, and he has no confidence in actual combat.

As his opponent drew closer, Liu Jie tried to calm himself down, recalling the sword techniques he had learned.

The white-haired youth ran faster and faster, like a ghost roaming the snowy plains. When the two were less than seven steps apart, Liu Jie immediately swung his sword and struck. This sword strike contained all the knowledge he had learned over the past ten years.

boom!
Blood spurted out, and Liu Jie, like Jia Yi, was decapitated, his head held high.

After easily killing Liu Jie, the white-haired youth did not slow down. He charged towards the group of fleeing children, his face full of excited and greedy smiles.

"Fresh flesh and blood..."

The white-haired boy let out a beast-like roar.

He was incredibly fast; soon, the group of children that Liu Jie was protecting came into his view.

The children turned around and were all terrified, screaming and crying.

call out--

A whooshing sound rang out, startling the white-haired youth who immediately turned around. A longsword wreathed in sword energy swept past him. He looked closely and saw a group of Qingxiao Sect disciples approaching on swords, with Xue Jin leading the way.

Xue Jin was leading his disciples from the Training Hall to inspect other peaks today in preparation for choosing branch locations when he heard Liu Jie's voice from afar. He immediately led his men over and witnessed this scene.

The white-haired youth immediately turned around and pounced on Xue Jin and the others.

Xue Jinfei was the fastest. He waved his hand, and the long sword he had thrown earlier attacked from behind the white-haired boy.

This time, the white-haired boy easily dodged the sword by simply tilting his head, and as the hilt of the sword grazed past his ear, he raised his hand and grabbed it.

Almost instantly, Xue Jin felt his connection with the sword severed.

Before he could think any further, the white-haired youth charged straight at him.

Xue Jin leaped into the air, casting a spell with both hands, causing the longsword he had been standing on to strike the white-haired youth.

Ping——

The white-haired youth's palm was like a blade, directly cleaving the longsword away. Then, he leaped and killed Xue Jin.

The white-haired youth wielded Xue Jin's longsword and slashed at him. Xue Jin immediately dodged to the side, but just as he dodged the sword, the white-haired youth struck him in the abdomen with a palm strike. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backward at an even faster speed.

Seeing Xue Jin defeated in one move, the other disciples of the Training Hall were shocked, but before they could be afraid, the white-haired youth continued to attack them.

If even a strong person like Xue Jin couldn't stop the white-haired youth, then the other disciples of the Training Hall would be even less of a match for him.

Screams rang out one after another, and blood rained down, creating blood flowers on the snow.

Xue Jin crashed onto the snow in a sorry state, feeling as if his internal organs were churning. He looked up and saw the disciples of the Training Hall dying one after another, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he shakily got up and rushed towards the white-haired boy.

With every step he took, a disciple died tragically.

thump!
The last disciple of the Training Hall had his neck snapped by the white-haired youth, and his body was smashed onto the snow. All fifteen disciples of the Training Hall were dead.

The white-haired youth licked the blood from his hands, turned to look at Xue Jin, and asked in surprise, "You're still alive?"

His expression turned ferocious, and he sneered, "What a pity, this body is not the original one, otherwise I could have absorbed your cultivation and flesh and blood."

Xue Jin looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and felt the whole world tremble. He had killed many people, but this was the first time he had witnessed so many of his fellow disciples die before his eyes. An unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

The white-haired boy stepped towards him.

Xue Jin raised his hand and took the broken swords along the way into his grasp. His pace quickened, blood covered his face, and he had only one thought in his mind.

That is to avenge our fellow disciples!

sizzle-

A piercing sound rang out, and the white-haired youth glanced over. He saw a bolt of lightning rapidly approaching, tearing through the snow and mist along its path. He noticed a figure rushing towards him from behind the lightning.

The visitor was none other than Xu Ning!
Xu Ning was surrounded by lightning, and even her silver hair ornament reflected the lightning. She moved with lightning speed and thrust her sword forward.

The white-haired youth slammed his palm on the snow, and in an instant, vines sprouted from the snow like a swarm of snakes, rushing towards Xu Ning, startling her into dodging.

Xue Jin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xu Ning arrive, then knelt on the ground, his strength completely dissipated.

Xu Ning dodged the wooden vines and charged towards the white-haired youth. Her swordsmanship was fierce, like a storm, but his hands were harder than blades, easily deflecting her sword without a scratch.

The white-haired youth was quite surprised. Xu Ning's movements were extremely fast. He exclaimed in his heart, "There are actually people in the mortal world whose cultivation has reached such a high level. No wonder the Qi family couldn't take down the Qingxiao Sect."

He wasn't flustered; instead, he became even more excited.

Bang!
He kicked Xu Ning's sword blade, the immense force sending Xu Ning flying backward, unable to maintain her offensive.

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired boy rushed towards Xu Ning.

Xu Ning struggled to maintain her balance; her hands were throbbing with pain and blood was flowing out, but her gaze remained fixed on the white-haired boy.

She realized that this time she was in big trouble, and Qingxiao Sect was facing an unprecedented crisis.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, this was the first time she had felt she might die, even though it was only the first time they had exchanged blows.

Even though she felt a sense of crisis, she was not afraid.

She cultivated diligently, wasn't it all for this moment?
She forcefully plunged the sword in her hand into the snow below, her body was pulled and she barely stopped. She then bent back to dodge the white-haired boy's flying kick.

As the two passed each other, a wooden vine suddenly burst out from the white hair of the white-haired boy, startling her so much that she instinctively turned her body, but her waist was still pierced, and blood spurted out.

Xu Ning reacted extremely quickly, cutting the wooden vines with her left hand, then using the Thunder Step to move swiftly, like a bolt of lightning flashing across the snow, creating distance between herself and the white-haired boy.

She stopped ten feet away, supporting herself with her left hand on the ground. Looking down, she saw that a wooden vine was still stuck in her right waist, and blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

She looked up at the white-haired boy, her gaze serious.

The white-haired youth turned around, looked at her, and exclaimed, "Your reaction speed is really fast. I've never seen someone with your talent before."

Xu Ning stood up and pulled the wooden vine from her waist without even frowning.

Xue Jin's heart sank when he saw that Xu Ning, who was second only to the sect leader in his heart, was injured.

Amidst the raging wind and snow, Xu Ning's robes billowed violently. Under her gaze, the white-haired boy's hair began to grow longer, and wooden vines sprouted from his back, swaying like a dozen long tails.

(End of this chapter)