Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Master Wei's disciples are truly outstanding individuals!"

Yuan Menghua's eyes lit up, and then she sighed inwardly.

Master Wei only had two personal disciples in his life. One of them was Cao Jinxian, a genius in both swordsmanship and beast taming, who was his respected senior brother.

The other one was Yu Changsheng. He had heard Ruan Hao mention this name once before, when Elder Wei personally accepted disciples.

However, at that time, Yu Changsheng's cultivation level was not obvious, and in Yuan Menghua's eyes, he was still a junior who needed to be protected. But now, this junior has brought him a huge surprise.

The disciple is the hope of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, and he now sees hope in Yu Changsheng.

"This boy is just like Cao Jinxian!"

"Even if the entire sect is wiped out, we cannot allow him to perish here!"

With a determined look in her heart, Yuan Menghua slashed upwards with her sword, and three thousand sword lights instantly scattered, cutting through the sky for thousands of miles, while also knocking away Yang Ninghong's Nine-Peck Needle.

"That old codger still has energy left!"

Yang Ninghong gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly, making hand seals and casting spells. One after another, magical walls blocked the opponent's sword light. At the same time, the Nine Needles multiplied into nine, and nine afterimages stabbed towards Yuan Menghua. Their power was no weaker than Yuan Menghua's three thousand sword lights.

"It's worth it to exchange my dying body for the hope of this sect!"

"My swordsmanship is inferior to Senior Brother Cao's, but how dare this mere Yang family lackey bully me!"

"Let me show you just how sharp my sword really is!"

As the sword rose, a sharp glint flashed in Yuan Menghua's eyes, like the gleam of a sword with its blade fully exposed.

At that moment, five illusory door frames appeared behind him. These five door frames emitted purple energy, but they were also tainted with an aura of decay.

"The Purple Mansion Gate, the Five Directions Sword Technique!"

Yuan Menghua made a hand seal, and five sword shadows quickly appeared from the five illusory doors.

These five sword shadows represent the five sword energies of his peak period, and also his last life essence. Once they are all cut down, it means that his essence, energy and spirit have been completely exhausted, and even a god cannot save him.

"You old bastard, you treacherous old man, you gatekeeper of the Purple Mansion!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Ninghong was startled and retreated rapidly.

What is the Purple Mansion Gate? It is the same as Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, representing the Purple Mansion and is the lifeblood of the Purple Mansion True Monarch.

The reason why Golden Elixir cultivators can only live for a thousand years while Purple Mansion cultivators can live for thousands of years is because their essence, energy, and spirit are sealed within the gate of the Purple Mansion at all times. As long as the gate of the Purple Mansion is not destroyed, the Purple Mansion True Monarchs have various means to prolong their lives and survive.

Even someone like Yuan Menghua, whose lifespan is nearing its end, can slow down the passage of time by going into seclusion.

The Purple Mansion True Lord can condense up to nine Purple Mansion Gates. Three of them represent blood essence, which is the blood and qi of the physical body. As long as the blood and qi Purple Mansion Gates are destroyed, the physical body can be nourished. The other three represent magical power, which means that the magical power of the Purple Mansion is inexhaustible.

The last three are gods, that is, divine consciousness and soul.

If these three are combined and intact, even if your physical body is destroyed and your magic power is exhausted, you can still have your soul leave your body and possess another person to be reborn, or become a ghost cultivator and exist in the world as a spirit, and will not immediately perish after death.

This is what makes the Purple Mansion special and powerful. It is completely different from the Golden Core, which is like heaven and earth.

Now, the first three of Yuan Menghua's five Purple Mansion Gates have turned from purple to black, indicating that his physical lifespan is nearing its end.

Then there were two magical gates, one intact and the other broken.

This is also why he stopped progressing after reaching the peak of the Purple Mansion realm and why his lifespan was shorter than other Purple Mansion realm cultivators. It is also because he had an accident when he was young or during his cultivation, which damaged his foundation.

"With the sword in my hand, I will cleave the heavens!"

Yuan Menghua gripped the sword in her hand, opened her eyes wide, and swung the sword.

The sword shadows within the first Purple Mansion Gate flew out with his movements, accompanied by a sword clatter.

The vast and powerful swordplay, with the true pressure of a peak Purple Mansion cultivator, enveloped Yang Ninghong, letting him know that this old man was fighting desperately!

"Damn it! How could this happen!"

This is the worst possible outcome for Yang Ninghong.

He could clearly see that the other person was disheartened and had been disturbed by his persuasive words, so why did he suddenly erupt as if he saw a glimmer of hope!

Without a moment to think, Yang Ninghong cursed and immediately began casting a spell.

"Blazing Net!"

Nine illusory needles, pierced by nine needles, wove a nine-layered net before him through his magic, attempting to block the vast and overwhelming sword shadows.

This sword can cleave the heavens!

It is different from Cao Jinxian's Primordial Creation Sword, but it has a similar meaning.

This is a sword technique that Yuan Menghua learned and created after seeing Cao Jinxian's sword when he was young.

He once thought of surpassing Cao Jinxian, but gradually he could only look up at Cao Jinxian's back until Cao Jinxian disappeared and his era came.

"Senior Brother Cao, if you had seen this sword strike, what would you have thought of it?"

Yuan Menghua smiled, leaving a trace of blood, and the illusory first gate of the Purple Mansion behind her shattered.

At the same time, the nine-layered net before him also shattered.

"Aaaaaah!"

"I don't believe it, just a dying peak-stage Purple Mansion cultivator!"

Yang Ninghong roared angrily, unleashing his magical power to the fullest. He pressed his five palms forward, his five fingers like five mountains pressing down on the Nine-Piercing Needle, forcing it to pierce the sword shadow that was slashing towards him.

The strength of a Purple Mansion True Monarch varies. While cultivation level may not represent everything, the number of Purple Mansion gates certainly indicates the strength of a Purple Mansion True Monarch.

As for Yang Ninghong, the strongest Purple Mansion in the Yang family, he has only condensed three Purple Mansion gates. Even if he reaches the peak of the Purple Mansion in the future, he will probably only have a maximum of five gates.

No, with his current talent, he might not even be able to reach the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, let alone condense two more Purple Mansion gates.

Yuan Menghua's five Purple Mansion Gates were not his limit, but they were certainly Yang Ninghong's limit.

Therefore, the difference in quality between the two can be seen at a glance.

"break!"

Yuan Menghua uttered a single word, and the next moment, the sword shadow tore through the dark clouds, turning the vast sky into white light.

"Bang bang bang!"

The nine needles shattered inch by inch.

This divine weapon, nurtured by Yang Ninghong for hundreds of years, was shattered by Yuan Menghua's sword.

However, Yang Ninghong also got a chance to catch his breath. He pulled hard with his hand and smashed all the broken black clouds, nine needles, and nets onto the remaining sword energy.

By the time the sword energy reached him, it no longer possessed the power to harm him.

"Damn that old bastard!"

Yang Ninghong gritted his teeth and glanced at his palm, where he saw a cut.

Yuan Menghua looked at the other party, took a step forward without fear or arrogance, and then the second Purple Mansion Gate lit up.

"Let's see how many lives you have left to squander!!!"

Yang Ninghong roared angrily, then summoned a pagoda that was multicolored.

But under Yuan Menghua's next sword strike, this top-grade spiritual treasure shattered, and at the same time, Yang Ninghong's robe was cut open, exposing the black inner armor on his chest.

"You really value your life, don't you? You have so many protective magical treasures."

Yuan Menghua carelessly shattered the Purple Mansion Gate once again.

"But no matter how much you gain, you will die today."

As the sword rose, the inner armor shattered, and half of Yang Ninghong's body was almost severed. However, thanks to the blood and qi gate of his Purple Mansion, he managed to survive the blow.

"Hahaha, you've finally grown old. Without overwhelming power, how can you kill me!" Yang Ninghong swallowed a pill, stared at the last two Purple Mansion Gates behind the other party, and laughed uncontrollably.

"You only have one intact Purple Mansion Gate left, and one broken Purple Mansion Gate. The sword energy sealed inside has limited power. With my backup plan, it's enough to withstand it."

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"If you obediently wear me down and stall me until reinforcements arrive, there might still be hope, hahaha!"

Yang Ninghong summoned another magical treasure, a large shield exuding an ancient aura. It was clear at a glance that it was very good at defense, so he laughed even more wildly than before.

"Yes, there is still one intact gate to the Purple Mansion left."

Yuan Menghua's eyes were resolute. She then raised the sword in her hand, and the flashing light made Yang Ninghong feel an unprecedented danger.

In that instant, Yang Ninghong felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly remembered that Yuan Menghua's first three Purple Mansion gates, which represented aura, were not intact, but rather filled with an aura of decay.

The last one, needless to say, was so dilapidated that it was almost impossible to tell that it was the gate to the Purple Mansion.

The more intact the gate to the Purple Mansion is, the stronger the sword shadows sealed inside will be.

When Yang Ninghong realized this, he opened his mouth and murmured.

"But where do you find the magic power to activate it?"

The stronger the spell, the more magic power is needed to support the sword moves. Yuan Menghua has already unleashed so many sword strikes, his breath is exhausted, and his lifespan is nearing its end. How can he possibly have enough magic power?

Yuan Menghua revealed a smile this time, but Yang Ninghong saw it and was utterly horrified.

"You don't understand swords."

"What if the sword has no magic?"

"The sword of a swordsman is embodied in the Dao!"

The sky brightened once more, and along with the sound of the intact Purple Mansion gate shattering, the roar of the Great Dao also resounded.

The way of the sword is supreme, and sword cultivators are the best at offensive combat; this is a consensus among cultivators throughout the world.

Sword cultivators never rely on magic power, but on the sword in their hands and the way of the sword in their hearts.

At this moment, this sword strike was incredibly brilliant, illuminating the vast landscape, dispelling the millennia-old fog that had lingered over the Cloud Mist Mountains, and giving hope to the countless Wanxiang Sect disciples being hunted below—a beacon of light.

"puff!"

The blood dispersed like mist, and the large shield in front of Yang Ninghong crumbled like dust.

He glanced down, and then his consciousness and soul were enveloped by the light of the sword and instantly annihilated, leaving him no chance for reincarnation.

"This is my creation of the world."

Yuan Menghua closed her eyes, sword in hand, and her aura plummeted. The last dilapidated gate to the Purple Mansion behind her slowly disappeared.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

"Old man, it's wishful thinking for you to defeat us quickly with your current strength. Once Huanlong kills your disciple, it will be your turn."

Hailong Zhenjun sneered, his figure standing on a blue dragon, stirring up waves that pressed down on the black wind spirit dragon in front of him.

Meanwhile, beside the raging waves, there was another beast flanking them. It was a dragon summoned by the Illusion Dragon Lord. It was pure white with spiral patterns in its eyes and was called the Illusion Dragon. It was skilled at creating illusions and controlling enemies.

In terms of bloodline, the Black Wind Spirit Dragon was naturally stronger than the two sub-dragons, but it was trapped in the monstrous waves and could not move forward. Even when it spread its wings and spun around, surrounded by constant gales, it could not cut through the layers of monstrous waves. Every time it tried to fly out, it would be controlled by the hallucinogenic sub-dragon.

Two hands can't fight four fists, but with the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's strength enhanced and Elder Wei assisting with his divine sense, it wouldn't be easy for True Monarch Hailong to kill it, and he could only fall into a stalemate.

"Hehehe, I have heard of your legend in the past, especially the Cao Jinxian you cultivated, who was the light of the Wuzhou Beast Taming world. It's just a pity that something happened, causing your Myriad Elephant Sect to fall into decline, and that genius also disappeared. Otherwise, my Spirit Dragon Sect would not have been able to squeeze into the Three Gates and Six Sects, and there would be no way we would want to destroy you now, hahaha."

Hailong Zhenjun laughed loudly, made a hand seal, and with a flick of his finger, the monstrous waves transformed into a vortex, controlling the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's claws. He shouted, "Overturning Sea Dragon, strangle it!"

As soon as the words were spoken, layers of sharp water surged up from the swirling vortex, slicing through the scales of the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's claws amidst the roar of the Overturning Sea Dragon.

"Agh!" The Black Wind Spirit Dragon roared in pain, its claws dripping with blood.

"Your Spirit Dragon Sect enslaves dragons and uses cruel methods to promote their growth, disregarding their suffering and their feelings of taming beasts. In the end, you will bring about your own destruction."

"Blue-Eyed Sacred Serpent!" Old Wei sneered.

The Azure-Eyed Sacred Serpent's emerald green eyes burst forth with two beams of azure light, halting the swirling vortex. Its tail stretched out and coiled, bringing out the Black Wind Spirit Dragon.

At this moment, Tianlong Zhenjun, who was fighting the Xuanhuang Spirit Turtle nearby, seemed to see a glimmer of hope and gave an order.

"Five Elements Mysterious Bird, Five Elements Divine Light!"

Five beams of light of different colors rose from behind him, like five divine spears piercing the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's body, further aggravating its injuries.

Just as Tianlong Zhenjun was about to launch a further attack and eliminate the Black Wind Spirit Dragon...

"Where are you looking, little one!"

The Xuanhuang Spirit Turtle roared and slammed its claws into the ground, causing a sharp stone pillar to rise from beneath the feet of the Heavenly Dragon True Monarch.

Tianlong Zhenjun's expression changed. He wanted to call upon his Azure Water Dragon and Five Elements Mystic Bird to protect him, but it was too late. He could only press down with one hand to condense a shield with his magic power.

However, Tianlong Zhenjun was a beast tamer, not a sorcerer who had specifically cultivated shields. Even with the magic power of his Purple Mansion, he could not withstand the attack of the Xuanhuang Spirit Turtle.

"Pfft!" The next second, Tianlong Zhenjun's palm was pierced. Fortunately, the Five Elements Mystic Bird destroyed the stone pillar with its attack in time, otherwise, his chest might have been pierced.

"Damn it!" Tianlong Zhenjun flew into the air, glaring angrily at the Xuanhuang Spirit Turtle.

This Xuanhuang Spirit Turtle, with its overwhelming defensive power, was difficult for his two tamed beasts to injure. Unexpectedly, he seized the opportunity to attack the Black Wind Spirit Dragon, but was injured by it himself.

"The injuries aren't serious, but the Black Wind Spirit Dragon is in grave danger, hehehe."

"So what if True Lord Illusionary Dragon is no longer here? Wei Zhengzheng, you're old after all, but you've lived long enough. Why put up any more futile resistance?"

For the first time, True Lord Tianlong called out Elder Wei's name, his eyes filled with provocation.

Standing beside the Azure-Eyed Sacred Serpent, Elder Wei declared, "As long as I am here, the Myriad Manifestations Sect shall endure." (End of Chapter)