A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Outside the Sword Tomb, in the plaza.

Everyone who observed through the water mirror technique was completely dumbfounded.

From Luo Fan taking out the sword soul crystal, to the rusted sword undergoing its transformation, and then to Ji Kun being blasted away by a single sword strike.

Finally, the words "God-Slaying Sword" appeared, and the impact of these scenes was overwhelming.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!! The rusted sword transforms into a divine weapon, and the spirit sword protects its master!"

Qian Butong was the first to react, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly, spitting onto Qingxiao's face.

Master Qingxiao's eyes twitched. He wiped his face and was about to reprimand him when he heard Qian Butong.

"This kid isn't just incredibly intelligent, he's practically a chosen one! His luck is off the charts! Hahaha!"

He had a loud voice and a hearty laugh that echoed across the empty square.

Upon hearing this, Master Qingxiao's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his chest heaved violently.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and he almost passed out!

Finally, he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Opportunistic! Popularist! Unorthodox!"

"Oh?"

A half-smile played on Liu Linglong's exquisite face. "Senior Brother Qingxiao is right~"

She tilted her head slightly, lazily raising her beautiful eyes to glance at the ashen-faced Qingxiao Shangren. Without even lifting her eyelids, her voice was soft and slow.

"He's just a little clever, he uses his brain and takes shortcuts."

"How can they compare to your disciples?"

"Look at your promising young talents, they just stubbornly resist and collapse after only a few steps."

Her smile grew even more captivating. "Tell me," she said, "is this the right path, or just foolishness?"

Liu Linglong raised her slender hand, covered her red lips, and let out a soft laugh.

"Liu Linglong! You!"

Master Qingxiao pointed at Liu Linglong, trembling with rage, and his immense pressure spread uncontrollably.

"That's enough!"

Fairy Yunxi remained calm, and her invisible aura quietly dispelled the oppressive aura of Venerable Qingxiao.

"Among fellow disciples, be mindful of your words."

Her tone was calm, but it left no room for argument.

Master Qingxiao's chest heaved a few times as he glared fiercely at Liu Linglong.

He fell silent, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Almost all of his disciples were wiped out.

Looking at Liu Linglong's smug expression, I was absolutely furious.

Liu Linglong raised her lips slightly, yawned lazily, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.

If she hadn't known the little rascal's alchemy skills, even she would have been fooled.

Click!

With the sound, the image created by the water mirror technique shook violently, and the light and shadow in front of us became distorted.

Snapped!

The entire water mirror shattered completely, turning into countless points of light, and no longer could any scene within the secret realm be seen.

"It seems they have entered a deeper level of the secret realm."

Qian Butong stroked his beard; the space there was chaotic, and the Water Mirror Technique couldn't penetrate it.

Yunxi glanced at the entrance to the Sword Tomb.

"The depths of this secret realm are beyond our comprehension. You should take your disciples back to rest first."

This place can be left to be guarded by me, Elder Liu, and Elder Qian.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Though they were unwilling to accept this and wanted to know what would happen next, they had no choice but to comply with the sect leader's order.

They then led their disciples, who were still in shock and heated discussion, away.

Soon, only Yunxi, Liu Linglong, and Qian Butong remained in the huge square.

A cool evening breeze swept by.

As Liu Linglong gazed at the deep entrance to the sword tomb, the curve of her red lips was captivating.

"You little rascal... I wonder what kind of surprise you'll bring me when you come out..."

Her voice was so soft that only she could hear it.

It carried a hint of laziness, a hint of playfulness, and a hint of indescribable doting.

Meanwhile, deep within the Sword Tomb.

After passing through the portal of light, the view suddenly opened up before my eyes.

The surrounding area was a desolate valley filled with broken weapons.

Xiong Chumo, Lu Qingdai, and the others who had entered earlier all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Luo Fan appear.

"Junior Brother Luo, are you alright?"

Lu Qingdai asked with concern.

Luo Fan smiled and shook his head.

The injuries he sustained from the sword intent had almost completely healed thanks to his unique physique.

Xiong Chumo curiously leaned closer, her big eyes fixed on his storage bag.

"Junior brother, is your sword really that powerful? It can even fight itself?"

She is the senior sister of Qifeng, not to mention her, even her master Qian Butong.

It is also impossible to forge a spirit sword that can fight against others based on its own consciousness.

Moreover, from her perception, the highest grade of Xuan-level was not the upper limit of this spiritual weapon.

In other words, this spiritual weapon also possesses the incredible ability to automatically advance.

His future advancement may be related to Luo Fan's strength, or it may be due to other opportunities.

"Luck, luck."

Luo Fan chuckled and quickly changed the subject, "Let's see where we are first."

The group looked around.

The valley was vast, and the distance was shrouded in thick gray fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Although the dangers deep within the secret realm are unknown, this location is certainly not within the sect's territory.

The entrance to that sect was nothing more than a teleportation array, where the ancestors of each generation placed their own legacy.

The purpose is twofold: to test the disciples and to ensure the continuity of the tradition. Therefore, both opportunities and risks coexist.

"This place is filled with malevolent energy, everyone be careful."

Bai Jie had somehow acquired a thin, ice-blue sword in her hand, and she cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

hum!

As if sensing someone entering, the thick gray fog deep in the valley suddenly churned violently!

Those were beams of light of various colors, shooting up from the gray mist and soaring into the sky!

Each beam of light exuded a completely different aura.

Some are incomparably sharp, some are as heavy as mountains, some are ethereal and agile, and some are icy cold.

A dozen or so beams of light flickered in the gray fog, seemingly guiding or tempting.

"That's a pillar of inherited light?!"

"So many?!"

"Is this the true place of inheritance?"

Everyone was breathing rapidly.

The Sword Intent Corridor is just an appetizer; the real opportunity lies here!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

As the pillar of light appeared, numerous teleportation lights also illuminated various parts of the valley.

Other disciples who had passed through the Sword Intent Corridor through various means were also teleported to this area.

Xie Nantian and several other disciples with considerable strength were among them.

Ji Kun was among them.

The moment he appeared, his cold gaze locked onto Luo Fan, and the killing intent in his eyes materialized.

Soon, Ji Kun looked at the pillars of light deep in the valley, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This is the burial place of these elite disciples of Peach Blossom Temple.

This is far more meaningful than killing Luo Fan.

He glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye and saw that they were firmly attracted to these so-called traditions.

They were completely unaware of their situation and their impending fate.

"Everyone, the number of inheritances is limited. Opportunities depend on your own abilities. Before you compete, you can put aside your personal grudges."

Xie Nantian looked around at everyone and said, "We should first investigate the situation here to avoid falling into an unknown trap."

Xie Nantian's words are quite apt.

Many people nodded in agreement, finding it reasonable.

"Hmph, hypocrite."

Ji Kun sneered, "With opportunity at hand, everyone should rely on their own methods. Why waste time on this nonsense?"

He scanned the beams of light, finally fixing his gaze on the thickest, dark gold beam.

"If you want an opportunity, come with me! If you're hesitant and timid, don't blame others for getting there first!"

After saying that, Ji Kun rushed towards the pillar of light!

"Ji Kun! You!"

Xie Nantian's expression changed slightly.

Once Ji Kun made his move, the others were not to be outdone.

"Charge!"

"Seize the opportunity to carry on the legacy!"

"Don't let him get there first!"

At this moment, no one cared about scouting or not; they all rushed over at top speed!

The situation instantly spiraled out of control!

"Junior brother, let's keep up!"

Xiong Chumo picked up the sledgehammer and charged forward.

"etc!"

Luo Fan grabbed her.

He glanced at the churning gray mist and the eerie pillars of light in the distance, his brow furrowing slightly.

Something's not right...

"What's wrong?"

Lu Qingdai also noticed Luo Fan's seriousness.

"There seems to be a killing formation here."

His penetrating spiritual eyes quietly activated.

Within those beams of light and gray mist, there appeared to be some dark red threads entwined.

Those disciples who rushed in first seemed to have been tainted as well.

Those silk threads can lock onto a person's aura and also affect their mind.

As the senior disciple of Medicine Peak, Lu Qingdai was deeply influenced by Liu Linglong's teachings on array formations.

After Luo Fan's reminder, he indeed noticed something amiss, but his brows furrowed even deeper.

"What kind of formation is this?"

Lu Qingdai subconsciously looked at Luo Fan, but after looking at him for a long time, she couldn't figure out the slightest thing about him.

Judging from the sinister nature of this formation, it certainly didn't originate from Peach Blossom Temple; it seemed more like a demonic formation.

In her surprise, she forgot that Luo Fan was just a disciple of Danfeng, and within the sect, he only held the title of trainee alchemist.

How could he understand formations and have noticed the anomaly before she did?

"Netherworld Heart-Devouring Array!"

"What?!"

As soon as Luo Fan spoke, Lu Qingdai's pretty face suddenly changed color.

She had heard of this evil formation, which originated from the Soul Killing Hall.

This formation is not only a killing formation.

It can also affect the mind of cultivators, turning them into machines that only know how to kill.

Lu Qingdai couldn't understand why there was a Soul-Slaying Hall formation within the Sword Tomb Secret Realm of Peach Blossom Temple.