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

The fierce wind shook the mountain-protecting formation, causing the blue waves to surge wildly and vibrate incessantly.

At the summit of Qinglu Mountain, Huayangzi stood suspended in mid-air, his sword in hand.

He tried his best to maintain his dignity as the sect leader, but the two trembling white beards under his chin ultimately betrayed a hint of panic.

Behind them, Han Moyu, Fu Yunzi, and the other peak masters wished they could shrink their heads into their chests and dared not breathe.

Looking towards the horizon, purple lightning accompanied by golden light shattered the void and pressed down on the front lines in an instant.

Hua Yangzi took a deep breath, his aged voice carrying through the energy of the formation, barely drowning out the rolling thunder from the horizon:

"What decree brings the two venerable elders to our humble Qinglu Temple?"

The raging purple lightning suddenly stopped thirty feet in front of the formation.

The lightning dissipated, revealing a human figure.

His clothes were tattered and his body was charred black, resembling a fire poker that had just crawled out of the furnace. It was Xu Sixing.

He coughed up a puff of black smoke, looked up at the mountain gate, caught sight of Hua Yangzi standing guard inside the formation, and forced a stiff smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Cough... Greetings, fellow Daoist. I, Xu... have finally arrived alive."

Immediately following, the sea of ​​clouds surged.

The golden dragon with scales circled once in mid-air before slowly dissipating.

Wen Xianyun's slender figure was revealed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, striding on the clouds, a playful expression on his face, looking down at the small, lonely mountain below.

Hua Yangzi's heart skipped a beat.

His gaze swept over the two of them, and when it landed on Xu Sixing, a private conversation with Shu Yan from two years ago flashed through his mind.

At that time, Shu Yan showed him a portrait, her tone calm:

"Master, one day this person was being hunted down by the Imperial Sword Sect in our sect. You don't need to say anything more, just refer to him as the person chosen by 'Miss Su'."

"call......"

The old Taoist priest concealed his surprise and, facing Wen Xianyun, adopted the humble and helpless demeanor of an honest man struggling to survive.

"Hua Yangzi, I thought you were a wise and insightful person, but I never imagined that even a well-trained dog would grow its teeth and know how to bite its master?"

The word "dog" sounded both unusually natural and jarring.

The peak masters behind him were all pale-faced, but none of them dared to be angry.

Hua Yangzi was filled with fear, repeatedly cupping his hands in greeting, his back bent so low he wished it could touch his feet:

"My lord! What makes you say that! You are being incredibly disrespectful!"

"Throughout Guanhua Gate, who hasn't survived to this day thanks to the Lord's kindness?"

"Let alone biting someone, even a bark from a dog has to be carefully considered based on your attitude!"

Wen Xianyun nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with sharpness:

"Then why would the traitor I seek to capture head straight for your lair? Hua Yangzi, could it be that he came here to enjoy the scenery?"

Their murderous intent was fully revealed.

"My lord! This is a huge misunderstanding!"

Hua Yangzi made an anxious gesture, slapping his thigh as if to say "Ouch!"

He turned to look at Xu Sixing, his expression showing surprise, mixed with a "How could it be you?" look:

"This...this is the young master Xu who delivered the message from Blackwater City a few days ago?"

Xu Sixing was adjusting his internal energy when he heard this and was taken aback.

Hua Yangzi hurriedly waved his hand at Wen Xianyun, his face full of bitterness and innocence:

"Lord Wen, as you know, we are a poor family!"

"Every year, we gather 60% of the offerings for you, and we live frugally."

"Just a couple of years ago, Huayaotang in Blackwater City suddenly rose to prominence."

"Not only is the business of making pills booming, but I've also heard that your esteemed clan leader has visited for tea."

Hua Yangzi lowered his voice, as if he were revealing some unspeakable secret:

"I'm just a poor soul struggling to make ends meet. Miss Su from Hua Pharmacy sent word that she wants to make a big deal with Guanhua Sect, and a middleman will be coming to make the arrangements today..."

He raised his finger and pointed at Xu Sixing:

"How could I have known that the person sent by this 'Miss Su' was actually Young Master Xu!"

His words were seven parts truth and three parts falsehood.

They simply place themselves in a menial position of "following orders."

Xu Sixing was also very clever and insightful.

Upon hearing the names "Miss Su" and "Hua Yaotang," my mind immediately calmed down.

Guan Huamen is indeed a hidden agent of Huayaotang, or even a publicly acknowledged partner!

Xu Sixing immediately straightened his back. Even though his true energy was exhausted, Lei Xiu's unyielding spirit still stood firm.

"Indeed! I, Xu, have come to Qinglu Mountain on Miss Su's orders to discuss important matters. Wen Xianyun, are you perhaps even planning to kill Elder Zhuxuan's guests?!"

Blackwater City, Huayaotang, and two old bones who always outwardly comply but inwardly resist...

All the clues form a closed loop of cause and effect.

"To discuss business?"

Wen Xianyun smiled faintly, though the doubt in his eyes had faded, his killing intent only intensified.

"Hua Yangzi, whether it is Miss Su or Miss Li, immediately withdraw the great formation and hand over this fiend."

"Xu Sixing is a traitor to our sect. I am cleaning up the sect. This has nothing to do with your so-called 'business'."

"Even if you hand over the dog, you'll still be an obedient and good dog."

"I won't pay..."

The golden hairpin on her head gleamed brightly, transforming into a miniature golden dragon that coiled around her, its sharp golden aura almost slicing through the surrounding clouds.

"Then you shall join this traitor in filling the grave mound on Qinglu Mountain!"

Hua Yangzi's palms were covered in cold sweat.

It cannot be returned.

Behind us, the Danxia Peak roared with lava, and beneath our feet, the Shuihua Cave was filled with icy cold.

Chai Wu and Yan'er are at a critical juncture.

"My lord! No!"

Hua Yangzi looked troubled, his face full of conflict:

"This head of mine was given to me by you. Logically speaking, if you give the order, I would offer up not only the person, but also the land of Guanhua Gate."

"But... that 'Hua Pharmacy' is no pushover either!"

The old Taoist priest poured out his grievances frantically:

"Rumor has it that 'Miss Su' has an extremely powerful background. Last time, even the old gatekeeper she sent was carrying a token from Master Zhuxuan."

"If she knew that the middleman had perished here, my entire family probably wouldn't survive until tomorrow night!"

"Your Excellency possesses unparalleled power and fears no one, but we insignificant shrimps... offending either side means certain death!"

Hua Yangzi subtly gave Xu Sixing a wink as he spoke.

Xu Sixing understood immediately, clutching his chest and coughing violently, coughing up blood and roaring:

"Ahem! Wen Xianyun! You want to kill me to silence me? Huayaotang knew of my whereabouts long ago! If I don't return, Master Langche will surely descend upon Leifeng Pagoda to find out what happened!"

Hua Yangzi seized the opportunity and acted as a peacemaker:

"Lord Wen, how about...we compromise?"

"Since Young Master Xu has entered the formation, there is no way he can escape. You should rest outside the formation for a while."

"Let me smooth things over with this for now, as a way of giving that 'Miss Su' some closure. Once we're outside the Guanhua Gate territory, I will not interfere in whether Young Master Xu lives or dies!"

drag.

The only true principle is to drag it out.

Hua Yangzi spoke very quickly, hoping to stall for just a little longer.

However, the world remained silent.

An indescribable sense of oppression and gloom descended upon this place.

"Crunch... crunch."

A sharp, cracking sound of bones breaking rang out.

Hua Yangzi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up.

Wen Xianyun's neck twisted strangely, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes lost focus at some point, his black pupils fading and being swallowed by a silvery white.

Within Xu Sixing's sea of ​​consciousness, Zhu Ming cried out in alarm:

"The resurgence of the mirage gold?! The gold of the West governs reform and slaughter! Wen Xianyun has been taken over by the malevolent spirit within the [Dui Ze Casting Seal]! It has no mind! Only the instinct to kill!"

Xu Sixing was startled.

The West belongs to the element of metal, its symbol is a marsh, and its nature is bleak and killing.

The character "金" (metal) is associated with the element "革" (revolution).

Those who follow the way of Heaven, change and kill, and are ruthless and unjust.

midair.

Wen Xian raised his right arm, but his movements were hesitant, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-mile radius of Qinglu Mountain was brutally drained.

Illusions abound all around.

It resembled a mirage on the sea, shrouded in mist and clouds.

A pair of silvery-white eyes swept blankly across the area below.

It does not speak.

In the eyes of the true spirit, all living beings are mere weeds, and can be eliminated simply by "removing" them.

Five fingers, stiffly clenched.

"Click".

Streaks of white light, like pillars of heaven breaking, crashed down with a deafening roar.

......

Ten thousand miles away, there is the Imperial Sword Sect.

High above the clouds, there is a solitary cliff with green pines leaning horizontally.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard sat alone on the edge of the cliff, his ancient robes blending into the desolate and lifeless "Undying Sword Tomb" behind him.

Elder Yuzhang, Wen Zhibai.

He held a long jade rod in his hand, the silk line dangling into the surging sea of ​​clouds, the end of the line empty, without a hook.

The fishing rod in the old Taoist priest's hand suddenly felt a little heavier.

From the depths of the sword mound behind him, where thousands of broken swords were scattered, came a "humming" sound of swords.

"It's taken the bait..."

Wen Zhibai opened his eyes.

He was thousands of miles away, but his spirit was inhabited by his grandson, and he controlled the true spirit's killing and killing.

"Huayaotang, Guanhuamen, Langche, Zhuxuan... and that reckless senior disciple..."

With each name uttered, the old Taoist's aura surged by one point.

"Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait."

"Since you refuse to come up, I will drain the water and expel this pool of mud, fish, and shrimp..."

Wen Zhibai flicked his wrist, and the sea of ​​clouds exploded.

"Slay them all."