I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Yujian Sect, descending Leifeng.

On the solitary cliff, the gale-force winds were like knives.

On a charred, blackened testing stone, a three-foot-long sword hangs before Xu Sixing.

The sword's name is "Qizhe".

It is taken from "In the first month of the lunar calendar, when the hibernating insects awaken, thunder begins to sound".

"call......"

The dull cracks on the sword were reflected in Xu Sixing's pupils.

Raise your right hand and place your palm on the hilt of the sword.

As spiritual energy flowed in, arcs of purple-gold electricity climbed up his arm, enveloping the entire hilt of the sword, and then surged toward the blade with overwhelming force.

One inch, two inches.

When the lightning passed through the natural crack, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall.

No matter how much Xu Sixing urged the "Thunderous Enlightenment Sword Manual".

Thunder couldn't break through no matter what it tried, and could only frantically dart around the sword guard, emitting a resentful buzzing sound.

The inscription for "Qizhe" only shows the stroke of the character "Qi".

"puff."

The spiritual energy surged backward, and the purple light dissipated.

The natal magic sword clattered onto the stone.

"Failed again."

Xu Sixing withdrew his trembling hand, a lingering worry clouding his brow.

"Old man, does this mean that without this so-called celestial phenomenon, I'll be stuck at the Qi Refining Perfection stage for the rest of my life, just watching the sword as an ornament?"

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Zhu Ming's languid voice drifted out:

"Kid, you have to eat one bite at a time."

"Your spiritual power cultivation is now quite advanced, and you have also forged 'sword essence' in your swordsmanship. The next step is to touch the threshold of 'sword intent'."

What is the core Daoist theory of the *Thunderous Enlightenment Sword Manual*?

"It is a period of dormancy, but also an awakening."

"You are just an insect sleeping underground. You want to break through the soil and become a dragon, but you can't do it without hearing a clap of thunder or receiving a drop of spring rain. You may want to wake up, but your body won't allow it."

Xu Sixing rubbed his throbbing temples:

"I understand the principle: all things come to life with the first clap of spring thunder."

"But you know, that viper Wen Xianyun is keeping a close eye on me, and the heavens are constipated, it hasn't rained for half a year, where am I supposed to find spring thunder?"

"The Awakening of Insects? That'll probably be ages before then!"

Just as Xu Sixing was so worried he wanted to pull out his hair, Zhu Ming suddenly blurted out:

"If God doesn't favor you, why don't you go ask someone for help?"

"people?"

"That Miss Su, and Huayaotang."

Xu Sixing was taken aback, then smiled wryly and waved his hand:

"Old man, stop joking."

"Controlling celestial phenomena and summoning wind and rain—that's true supernatural power."

"Although Miss Su is unfathomable, there's no need for her to change the weather for me, is there? Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would have to pay a considerable price to do that."

"Besides..."

Xu Sixing lowered his voice: "Why should they help me?"

"Pah! You stubborn fool!"

Zhu Ming scolded him with exasperation:

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? Four or five years ago, one of them could fool everyone with his fake form, and the other could withstand your lightning ball with his bare hands and survive."

"At that time, they were already at the half-step Foundation Establishment stage!"

"It's been so many years. With their impressive background and connections, don't they have a few trump cards up their sleeves to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage?"

"I bet there are two incredibly young Foundation Establishment cultivators sitting in the Huayao Hall in Blackwater City right now!"

At this point, Zhu Ming's tone became mysterious and somewhat seductive:

"Not to mention, they claim to be from Middle-earth."

"What kind of place is Zhongzhou? It's the center of the cultivation world! Causing a celestial phenomenon by casually revealing some secret technique is as easy as drinking water for them!"

"It's your good fortune that others think highly of you."

Xu Sixing's eyes flickered, clearly indicating that he was tempted.

He gripped the jade slip in his hand tightly; it was the contact information the other party had left when they parted last time.

"But... what's the price?"

Xu Sixing asked, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If they want me to betray the sect, or to be a scapegoat..."

"I'm talking about Young Master Xu."

Zhu Ming chuckled:

"What do they want from you? Your poverty? Or your being ostracized by the Imperial Sword Sect?"

"Utilization is also tiered."

"Being used by Wen Xianyun is like being a dog; you get what you want and then get beaten up."

"Being used by those two is, to put it nicely, a 'cooperation.' They provide money and resources, do the work, and give in return—that's a 'win-win,' understand?"

"Besides, do you even have a way out now?"

Yes.

There's no turning back.

Wen Xianyun's gaze toward Jiang Leifeng has grown increasingly cold lately.

The feeling of being treated like a pig or sheep to be slaughtered made Xu Sixing sleep with one eye open.

He grabbed the Qizhe sword and shoved it into its sheath.

"Screw it, let's gamble!"

Having said that, he didn't bother packing any valuables, but instead rode his sword and headed straight for the outside of the mountain gate.

Just as he disappeared into the end of the sea of ​​clouds.

At the summit of Thunder Peak, space was slightly distorted.

A tall, slender figure slowly walked out, his hair bound with a jade crown, and he was playing with a gleaming white bone ring in his hand.

Wen Xianyun.

He stared in the direction Xu Sixing had left, his narrow eyes narrowing.

"Little mouse, you finally couldn't resist anymore? I'll see what tricks you're up to!"

With a single step, he concealed his figure, following silently like a persistent carbuncle.

......

Inside the rental house.

"Young Master Wen's tailing skills seem to be getting more and more proficient."

With the God's-eye view of the incense burner, and Zhu Ming as a mobile radar.

The icon representing Wen Xianyun is particularly eye-catching.

"Young Master Wen, you're not catching someone in the act, you're just handing me the final blow."

This fire will not only completely destroy Xu Sixing's escape route.

It can also completely transform the talented sword cultivators of the Imperial Sword Sect who have been hesitant to join into the "family" of the Guanhua Sect.

Imagine.

"The human heart is something that cannot see its true direction unless it is pushed to the edge of a cliff."

Qingyuan's gaze shifted from playful to calm.

It is now the 19th year of the New Sect Calendar.

On the map, the Danxia lava pool and Qinglu Shuihua Cave emit a breathtaking red and blue glow.

The energy was powerful and soared straight into the sky.

This is an omen of something about to be full but not quite, something about to burst forth but not quite.

"We are about to leave the country."

After two years of accumulation, the two core disciples have both entered the final stage of foundation building.

As for Wen Zhibai's threat?

Qingyuan went through the old man's personality model.

Maintaining the status quo, scheming, and prioritizing profit.

He might be angry because of Xu Sixing's betrayal.

But we would never risk a bloody battle against two unknown, young, and infinitely promising new Foundation Establishment cultivators for the sake of a traitor who has not yet made a name for himself.

even.

Given his nature, seeing Guanhuamen so "impressive" is quite surprising.

One second they might be accusing someone, and the next they might be all smiles, offering a generous gift to build a good relationship.

This kind of "old dog" bites hard, but it's also easy to understand.

Thinking of this.

Qingyuan had a sudden thought.

The [Furnace Realm] is in operation.

Completely sever Zhu Ming's connection to what was behind him.

Let Xu Sixing be a true "deaf" and "blind" person.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole; it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."

......

Blackwater City.

The prosperity remains.

A middle-aged rogue cultivator with a pockmarked face and a hunched back walked briskly through the street with his head down.

It was Xu Sixing in disguise.

He really went all out for his outfit today.

His face was covered in "Thousand Machine Mud," and his clothes were deliberately hung next to a bucket of swill for three days.

Even his ever-present magic sword was wrapped in layers of rags, disguised as a dog-beating stick.

"Better safe than sorry."

Last time, he almost got face-to-face with Elders Zhuxuan and Langche, which scared him half to death.

Although those two treated him well and occasionally offered him some pointers.

But who can say for sure about one's stance?

"Old man, how's it going? Nobody's following you, is he?"

Xu Sixing felt uneasy and asked a question.

Zhu Ming replied casually:

"Relax! With your face, even I feel like kicking you a couple of times."

"You're just a nobody right now, stay calm!"

Hearing Zhu Ming's assurance, Xu Sixing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I quickened my pace and turned into the alley.

It winds around and around.

Finally, a familiar golden signboard came into view.

【Huayaotang】

Xu Sixing didn't dare to go through the main entrance, so he slipped to the side entrance.

Looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention, he shrank back and slid inside.

street corner.

A figure in white appeared.

Wen Xianyun brushed off non-existent dust from her body, looked up at the "Hua Yaotang" signboard, and gave a soft snort:

"Mice are quite adept at burrowing."

Diagonally opposite Huayaotang is an inconspicuous second-floor tea room.

The two monks, who were enjoying tea by the window, stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"puff......"

Dressed in a red robe, the unrestrained and carefree Master Langche spat out a mouthful of tea.

He rubbed his eyes hard and pointed downstairs:

"Old bamboo pole! Am I seeing things?"

"That white blob, isn't that the Wen family's precious grandson? Why would he condescend to come to a place like this?"

opposite.

Master Zhuxuan put down his teacup, his expression calm.

"Wen Xianyun? He's a rare guest."

"But what's even more interesting is the kid who sneaked in like a stray dog."

"The aura is well concealed, they've even abandoned all pretense of shame, but there's a restless, surging aura of thunder..."

"Who else could it be besides that kid Xu Sixing?"

"Oh?"

Lang Che became interested and stopped crossing his legs, peeking out through the crack in the window:

"A true disciple is running away like a thief, with the future sect leader following behind?"

His face showed no intention whatsoever to help or stop it; instead, it was filled with anticipation for a good show.

"Old Bamboo Pole, don't drink this tea yet."

"I think we're in for a good show today."