The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

Chapter 110 Primordial Qi

Deep in the marshland, the fog was thick and lingered for a long time.

This place is an unnamed marshland east of "Kugugou" (枯骨沟), where aquatic plants grow wildly, reaching as tall as a person.

Xu Changqing, draped in the "Illusory Robe," was half-submerged in the water.

The water rippled across the robe, blending seamlessly with the murky aura of the surrounding marshland.

He squinted, peering coldly through the gaps in the reeds at the rocky beach protruding from the water ahead.

On the mudflats, spiritual light surged and crimson flames rolled.

Seven or eight cultivators dressed in crimson robes were forming a small "Fire Array," trapping three ragged rogue cultivators inside.

Those red-robed cultivators had flame patterns embroidered in gold thread on their lapels and cuffs. When they made a move, fire snakes danced wildly, and waves of heat scorched the originally humid air.

"Burning Sky Valley —"

Xu Changqing silently recited in his heart.

This sect is famous for its fire magic and its actions are always domineering and violent.

The three rogue cultivators who were besieged were clearly at their last gasp.

The leader was an old Taoist priest with a bad leg, holding a cracked brass breastplate, struggling to withstand the rain of fire falling from the sky.

A man beside him had lost his left arm and was struggling to hold on, his spiritual light dimming.

The other person was a woman with disheveled hair. She could only manage to conjure a few water curtains, but they were instantly reduced to white smoke by the raging fire of the Burning Heaven Valley disciples.

"Hand over that jade slip! We'll leave you with your corpses intact!"

The young disciple from Burning Heaven Valley, with a fair complexion and an arrogant expression, waved his folding fan, and three fire pythons roared out, crashing heavily into the old Taoist's protective mirror.

"Bang!"

The old Taoist priest was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood and staggering backward. The protective mirror let out a mournful cry, and its spiritual light completely dissipated.

Xu Changqing remained hidden in the shadows, his gaze falling on a storage bag that the old Taoist priest with the tumor was tightly protecting in his arms.

The second opportunity shown in the Tongtianjian's deduction should be found there.

[Anonymous Ancient Scroll: A direct path to foundation building left by ancient Qi cultivators. It abandons the biases of the five elements, does not seek the benefits of killing or killing, nor does it seek endless life, but only seeks balance and harmony, like the ocean embracing all rivers.]

Those who cultivate this method will transform their spiritual power into "Primordial Qi," which allows them to cultivate all methods under heaven without any risk of rejection.

Xu Changqing pondered this in his heart.

If this method were placed in the eyes of those geniuses with heavenly spiritual roots or other spiritual roots, it would be like a chicken rib, tasteless and useless.

The pursuit of immortality emphasizes the interaction of the five elements and the principle of following the natural order. Those with a fire spiritual root who cultivate fire techniques will progress rapidly and their power will increase exponentially.

This ancient scripture, however, does the opposite.

Dispersing attributes means dispersing the sharpness bestowed upon us by heaven and earth.

"The Doctrine of the Mean — Immaculateness —"

Xu Changqing lowered his eyelids slightly, but a thought stirred in his heart.

This may seem to diminish the power of the battle, but most cultivators in the world are trapped by mixed spiritual roots and conflicting elements.

When they reach the Foundation Establishment stage, they often stop because their spiritual energy is impure.

If one can cultivate this method, one can dissolve the mixed spiritual power in one's body, returning to chaos. Although one will lack sharpness, one will have a solid foundation and be able to embrace all things.

Moreover, without the distinction of attributes, all techniques in the world can be used at will, and there is no risk of going astray or becoming possessed.

For cultivators who only seek longevity and not to be the best at killing, this item is of immeasurable value.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

The fair-skinned young man leading the Burning Heaven Valley saw that the old Taoist priest refused to let go, and his eyes blazed with murderous intent.

"Set up the formation!"

At his command, the seven red-robed disciples stepped forward in unison, their hand seals shifting.

The fire serpent, which was originally crimson, now faintly revealed a bluish-purple hue.

Although these three people had cultivation levels of the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, which seemed to indicate a high level of cultivation, their spiritual energy was mixed and impure, and the magical artifacts they held were just a bunch of junk cobbled together.

In contrast, the disciples of Burning Heaven Valley, though mostly at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, were well-positioned to advance and retreat, possessed both offensive and defensive capabilities, and had excellent magical artifacts and ample elixirs.

"Rogue cultivators are mostly desperate people who are willing to risk their lives for a few spirit stones. They may seem ruthless, but their foundation is actually too weak."

Xu Changqing sighed inwardly; this gap could not be bridged by mere courage.

This is the cruelty of the cultivation world: one step behind leads to further setbacks; one misstep leads to further setbacks.

The rain of fire merged into a giant fiery hand, which slammed down on the three people in the center of the mudflat.

The water vapor evaporated, and the white mist was instantly burned away.

The old Taoist priest with the tumor-like leg had a face as pale as paper, but there was no trace of despair in his eyes. Instead, he chuckled sinisterly, "Burning Heaven Valley—heh heh, a prestigious sect, what a show of power."

The old Taoist coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, reached into his robes, and pulled out a small black flag about the size of a palm.

The flag was tattered, made of neither silk nor hemp, and covered with twisted runes drawn on it with an unknown dark red liquid.

"not good!"

"If they won't give us a way to live, then none of us should live!"

The ailing old Taoist priest let out a fierce roar and spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the small black flag.

"Waaaaah—!"

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A chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed and gods trembled.

The small flag, originally only the size of a palm, swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into a giant banner several feet high.

Thick black smoke billowed out, and within the smoke, countless distorted human faces appeared and disappeared. Some had their mouths wide open and were wailing silently, while others had bloodshot eyes and were ferocious and terrifying. These evil spirits bared their fangs and claws as they pounced on the rain of fire.

The once fierce and domineering Li Huo Grand Array was now like being trapped in a quagmire. The flames, which were spewing out, were no longer as rampant and arrogant as before. Instead, they were entangled by countless yin spirits and vengeful ghosts, making it difficult for them to move an inch.

"This is... a Soul-Gathering Banner?!"

The fair-skinned young man from Burning Heaven Valley's expression changed drastically.

"You are remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect?!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Burning Heaven Valley around them were all horrified.

The Blood Fiend Sect was a demonic giant that everyone wanted to kill. Although it had disappeared for many years, its fearsome reputation was enough to stop children from crying at night.

"Hehehe—now you know, it's too late!"

The situation can reverse in an instant.

The one-armed man and the woman with disheveled hair no longer pretended.

The spiritual energy around the two changed, and the originally meager water magic instantly turned into a dense blood light.

The woman flicked two poisonous vines covered in barbs from her sleeve, specifically targeting a person's groin.

The man swung his single arm, and a flying fork made of white bone, accompanied by a mournful whistle, aimed straight for the throat of a lone Burning Heaven Valley disciple.

Phosphorescent light flickered on the tip of the flying fork, its sound like the howling of a vengeful ghost, and it was already close to the face of the lone disciple in an instant.

The disciple was still young and had never seen such a fierce and life-or-death killing method before. He was stunned and stood there for a moment, forgetting to even make the hand seals.

"Dare you, Demon Lord!"

The fair-skinned young man at the head of the group roared angrily, slamming his folding fan shut, and unleashing a burst of his natal fire that arrived first.

"Zi La Yi"

Although the bone fork was deflected, it still carved a deep, bone-revealing gash on the disciple's cheek, and the stench of rotting flesh immediately filled the air.

The disciple screamed, clutched his face, and collapsed to the ground. The blood flowing from between his fingers was a dark purple color, indicating that he had been poisoned.

The situation changed drastically; what was originally a one-sided encirclement and attack had now turned into a chaotic battle where both sides were evenly matched.

Xu Changqing was in the reeds in the distance, the water beneath him rippling slightly, and several fish swimming near his legs darted away in fright.