Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting from Immortal Martial Arts

Wang Heyuan coughed twice, his face pale beneath the mask, his breathing somewhat rapid. He had forcibly used the Cold Moon Shield to withstand a divine attack from a mid-stage martial artist, which caused him considerable harm.

In an instant, a tall figure appeared in front of Huang Zhenhai. The man was dressed in a crimson bullfighting suit, wearing an official hat, with a sharp sword hanging at his waist. He was burly, but his face was also covered by qi, making it impossible to see clearly.

"I presume you are cultivators from the time of the Great Ancestor, living for a very long time, your bodies imbued with fire energy. Could you perhaps be the Fire Old Ghost of the Jia Clan of the Immortal Capital?"

"Tch~"

Wang Heyuan scoffed, saying disdainfully, "Who in the world doesn't know that the five ministers and five generals of the Jia family died alongside the first general? Those few who survived are none other than our brothers?"

"I would like to submit to them, but unfortunately the Rongguo Mansion doesn't want to."

A hint of suspicion flashed in Huang Zhentao's eyes as he served as Minister of War and Advisor to the General Affairs Officer of Yingtian Prefecture and the current head of the Huang clan. He said coldly, "It doesn't matter. We'll know if it's true once we capture you."

After saying that, his eyes flashed with martial patterns, and the water vapor in the world suddenly became thicker. In the blink of an eye, the water vapor became hazy, and a huge creature could be vaguely seen rolling inside.

"Roar—"

A section of the python's tail lashed out, its scales, the size of an adult's head, gleaming coldly. It unleashed a series of explosive bursts of air, carrying sonic waves that swept across the area.

"Hey, your opponent is me~"

A soft sigh echoed through the mountains and forests, tinged with helplessness.

"Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and a torrential downpour poured down like buckets!"

As the words were spoken, bursts of thunder roared and bursts of light appeared, and raindrops the size of buckets fell. Thunder and rain ripped through the darkness, gathering on the python's head, which was hidden in the moisture, and then struck down repeatedly.

"Crackling sound—"

"roar!"

The python roared in pain, then exploded into a thin mist, which was absorbed by the thunder and rain. It then bombarded Huang Zhenhai, who was hiding behind the clan leader.

"Whoosh~"

A sharp sword cry rang out, and the extremely sharp sword energy annihilated the literary and divine abilities. With its remaining force, it cleaved the mountain below, creating a ravine two zhang deep and a hundred zhang long, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading around it.

Huang Zhentao stopped his attack and looked at the mid-stage second-tier cultivator who had appeared to the side with a slight frown.

The other party wore an ochre-yellow robe and a three-beam Jinde crown, riding the wind with a leisurely demeanor.

"The Li family?"

Li Shouzhou, the head of the second branch of the Li family in Hejian, also covered his face with a scholarly air, and shook his head with a smile: "I don't know."

The other party had some camaraderie with the Jinling Li clan branch, but it was pitifully fragile. Under the premise of concealing their faces, everyone tacitly agreed that they should either kill or flee, depending on how the person in charge behind the scenes would arrange things.

Thinking of this, Li Shouzhou sighed inwardly, not understanding what the current clan leader and the elder clan leader meant, insisting on jumping into the fire pit of the Jia family.

However, since a preliminary alliance had been formed, the Li family, adhering to the idea of ​​either not doing anything at all or doing it thoroughly, sent three top-ranking scholars (one middle-ranking and two top-ranking scholars) to assist them. Unexpectedly, they clashed with the enemy just a few days after arriving in Jiangnan.

"Alright, enough of this small talk. Now, let's go up into the sky and have a literary duel. How about we leave this place to them?"

Huang Zhentao's expression was uncertain. He wanted to leave but was unsure of the identities of the two martial arts practitioners. If he didn't leave, he was afraid of being taken advantage of.

While they were pondering, the other party raised his hand and waved it, sending countless arrows of literary energy flying down towards them.

"snort!"

Huang Zhentao snorted coldly, and the water waves condensed in mid-air, sweeping away the arrows and the void.

Seeing this, the extreme killing intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed. His aura became violent, and invisible waves of energy exploded from his body, shooting straight into the sky. He roared, "Come and fight! I will surely cut off your head!"

Li Shouzhou's eyes were indifferent as he nodded in agreement: "Very well, please behead me!"

As the mid-stage martial arts cultivators ventured into the depths of the night sky, the seven second-tier cultivators present held their breath and silently channeled their inner energy.

In an instant, Wang Heyuan struck first, his powerful fire energy leaping into the clouds in the darkness, scattering bursts of blazing sparks.

"Go! Kill those two literary dogs first... Wen Xiu!"

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A grain store in the northwest of Huai'an Prefecture, with a secret underground room.

Xu Yuan sat upright on a futon, surrounded by numerous Yuan stones. As the Yuan energy within him was absorbed, the Yuan stones gradually turned grayish, and some cracks appeared on their surfaces, resembling shattered jade.

Rich vital energy surged into the dantian, transforming into strands of literary energy.

Suddenly, Xu Yuan's eyes widened slightly as he looked up outside, his eyes seeming to see the outside world through the earth.

Just moments ago, the grain depot was thriving, but in the blink of an eye, it was engulfed in flames, with distorted heat waves mixed with black smoke, and billowing plumes of smoke reaching straight into the sky.

"It's been raining non-stop!"

Thick, inky rain poured down from the sky, drenching the inferno inside the manor.

Upon hearing the sound, Xu Yuan knew that it was the guardian cultivator of the manor who had made the move, but his heart still sank.

This commotion must mean that some cultivators have come to kill him in secret.

I just don't know what level he's at. Right now, I can only hide in the secret room and wait for the clan to come to my aid, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be in trouble.

Just then, he suddenly heard the horrified voice of the guarding cultivator.

"Four martial arts cultivators at the late stage of the first tier!"

Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed. Four martial cultivators with flawless internal energy and formidable killing power, while the manor only had two late-stage and two mid-stage calligraphy cultivators, they were absolutely no match for them.

It seems the time has come!

The next moment, shouts of battle erupted from the outside, with chants and shouts mingling back and forth.

Houses continued to collapse, the earth shook violently, and even the top of this secret room was constantly shedding dust.

After an unknown amount of time, the shouts of battle gradually subsided, and the sound of powerful footsteps echoed outside the secret chamber.

"Boom!"

The stone door to the secret chamber exploded open, scattering rubble everywhere. Two burly men dressed in black robes and wearing purple-black embroidered sleeves walked out of the smoke and dust, their faces indifferent and their eyes icy cold.

The two men carefully examined Xu Yuan from head to toe. One of them slightly raised his steel knife, aiming the tip at Xu Yuan's neck, and a burst of brilliant energy erupted from the tip of the knife.

"puff!"

Xu Yuan's head flew high into the air, his eyes remained open, and his face showed no fear.

One of them stepped forward, picked up the head that had rolled to the side, closed Xu Yuan's eyes, and tucked it into his waistband. He then left the secret chamber with his comrade and came to the surface, which resembled ruins.

Just as they were about to fly away, they suddenly noticed several figures flying in from a distance, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The leader, a man with half-black and half-white hair and beard, was Xu Fanghua, who had just returned from a holiday in Xianjing. He was staring in disbelief at the head hanging at his waist.

"Yuan...Yuan'er?!"

Xu Fanghua murmured, then his eyes became bloodshot, his body surging with violent energy, and he made a fierce move.

"You bastard, die!"

The Xu clan cultivators who came to help were also terrified and joined forces with the deputy clan leader.

Six mid-to-late stage first-tier cultivators, unleashing their full power, killed the two martial artists on the spot in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

With a sorrowful expression, Xu Fanghua retrieved Xu Yuan's head from the enemy's waist, tore off his silk robe to wrap it, carefully held it in his arms, and flew towards the clan's territory.

"Go find Yuan'er's body!"

"Go find it!!"