Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

"It's you!"

The alluring woman let out a startled cry, followed by an incredulous, shrill scream.

Inside the carriage, Yan Zhi also stared intently at the young man in black robes with wide sleeves who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

It's him?

The cultivator outside Tainan Valley who left a deep impression on her was suspected to be in the Core Formation stage.

He actually showed up here.

Wang Chan frowned, about to ask in a deep voice about the other party's identity and purpose.

However, Lu Jianghe had absolutely no intention of communicating.

His face was expressionless, neither ferocious nor angry, only a calm that was almost indifferent.

Just as Wang Chan's lips moved, Lu Jianghe had already formed a hand seal, with his hands back to back, left hand on top and right hand on the bottom, the middle and ring fingers of both hands interlocked, his left hand rotating outward, and finally both palms facing upward, all in one smooth motion.

In an instant, blue and white lightning burst forth from the tips of his ten fingers, flowed, and converged, changing endlessly, and instantly condensed into a magic seal the size of a bushel.

Five Thunder Seal.

This seal, also known as the "Moonlight Seal," has six sides and is extremely mysterious.

The top inscription is slightly incomplete, while sixteen ancient seal characters depicting insects and birds are engraved on a blank base.

"Gathering the five thunders, encompassing all laws, eliminating the five flaws, the pivot of heaven and earth."

The moment the seal was formed, Lu Jianghe leaned back, his toes landing precisely on the lightning seal that was floating in the air.

The next moment, he exerted force with his feet.

The Five Thunder Seal transformed into a streak of blue-white light, hurtling swiftly towards the two mid-stage Core Formation demonic cultivators and the enormous, magnificent royal carriage behind them.

There was no need for words, nor any opening remarks.

At the very instant the Dharma seal shot out, the sixteen characters of Thunder Seal engraved on it suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

Each character on the seal instantly split into a lightning whip.

They intertwined and entangled, instantly forming a huge net of lightning.

With a crackling sound, it descended indiscriminately upon the rosy cheeks, skulls, and carriages.

The entire attack was executed flawlessly and with lightning speed.

Unfortunately, Lu Jianghe's current cultivation level is ultimately insufficient to support the realization of the legendary true Five Thunder Seal Technique.

If it were truly the complete Five Thunder Seal, what would be pressing down now would not be this blue and white interwoven lightning net.

Instead, it should be a cluster of five thunderbolts, endlessly regenerating.

Under such a true Five Thunder Seal Technique, what would erupt would be far more than the net of a dozen or so blue and white lightning bolts intertwined before our eyes.

There must have been over nine thousand lightning whips, their magnificent power resembling four inverted waterfalls of thunder hanging from the heavens, pouring down a destructive torrent upon the world.

If he were to unleash this magic seal with all his might at the Immortal Realm level...

Not to mention the demonic cultivators and chariots before us, it's estimated that most of the southern region could be plowed through by this extremely yang and powerful thunderous force, cleansing the universe and reshaping the mountains and rivers.

Nangong Wan watched everything unfold before her eyes.

She sensed the presence of the man in black robes as soon as he appeared.

However, this person was completely unfamiliar and did not resemble any of the elders of the six factions.

In particular, her method of controlling lightning was pure, domineering, and perfectly natural; she had never heard of any Nascent Soul cultivator possessing such a skill.

Could it be that it was performed with the help of some special ancient artifact?

But his hands were clearly empty.

So young, who is he?

Just as she was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Lu Jianghe appeared beside her with a slight sway.

At this moment, Nangong Wan's true essence was exhausted, and she could barely maintain her escape light. Her condition was no different from that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Lu Jianghe glanced indifferently at the old ghost and the old child beside him, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The two of them were so stunned by that gaze that they didn't dare to move an inch.

Immediately, he rolled up his sleeves, grabbed Nangong Wan's collar, and carried her into the air.

On the way, they bumped into Yan Ruyan.

Lu Jianghe's mind raced, and under the other woman's horrified gaze, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed her by the back of her collar.

And so, with Nangong Wan in his right hand and Yan Ruyan in his left, as if carrying two fledglings, Lu Jianghe, devoid of any human warmth, transformed into a thin, indistinct streak of blue light and vanished.

The two Core Formation stage protectors of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Elder Ghost and Elder Tong, watched helplessly as the black-robed man left as if he were in an empty place.

The other party not only took away Elder Nangong Wan of the Hidden Moon Sect.

They even took away Yan Ruyan, the young master's fiancée who had forcibly abducted him and who possessed a heavenly spiritual root!

"Chase!"

The old ghost and the old boy exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's meaning.

Whether or not you can catch up is one thing.

But if I don't go.

The sect will punish them, and the two will face certain death.

Yan Ruyan possesses a Heavenly Spiritual Root, a talent that, under the nurturing of a top-tier sect like the Ghost Spirit Sect, is truly remarkable.

Given time, he will almost certainly become a Nascent Soul cultivator and a pillar of the sect.

If we allow her to be abducted and remain indifferent, our guilt would probably be second only to that of the young master Wang Chan being killed.

Following the direction in which the other party disappeared, the two guardians mustered their magical power and gave chase.

However, as soon as they moved, two cyan sword shadows, each tens of feet long and seemingly solid, appeared in front of them.

The sword tip came straight at you!

"not good!"

"Get out of here!"

The two Core Formation cultivators looked utterly horrified.

Without hesitation, they unleashed their respective natal magic weapons.

Trying to resist.

The sword shadows collided with the magical artifacts, sparking countless bursts of fire.

When the sword's shadow was obliterated by the precious light.

The old ghost and the old child, whose minds were connected to their natal magic treasures, both spat out a mouthful of blood.

His internal magical power instantly collapsed and became chaotic, making it impossible to maintain his escape light.

The two of them fell straight down from the sky like kites with broken strings.

Just as they were about to be smashed into a bloody pulp, at the critical moment, they each mustered their magical power and barely managed to stabilize themselves less than ten feet off the ground. They staggered and landed on a ravaged hillside, their bodies hunched over and their breaths extremely weak.

"Cough...cough cough..."

The old ghost was heartbroken to see his natal magic weapon cleaved into a long crack.

Old Master Tong fared no better; his magic gourd nearly broke in two.

They exchanged a glance, and both saw in each other's eyes the relief of surviving a disaster, as well as an undisguised bitterness.

If it weren't for using my natal magic weapon to defend against it...

It was almost chopped in two.

After a long silence, the old man finally spoke in a hoarse voice, filled with indescribable weariness and helplessness: "...So be it...so be it...at least...the person is still alive."

Old Tong nodded with difficulty, his bloodshot eyes filled with lingering fear, and said with a bitter smile, "Yes, at least this way we have some closure."

A huge question arose in both of their minds at the same time.

Such a powerful greatsword technique is simply unheard of.

Sensing the other party's aura, it was clear that they were still within the Core Formation stage.

Could it be... the late-stage Great Perfection of Core Formation?

It might even be the legendary False Infant Realm!

Alas! There's no time to ponder the details now; the most urgent task is to quickly check the situation behind us.

I just hope... that Young Master Wang Chan is safe and sound.

If one's natal magic treasure is destroyed, at best the foundation of one's cultivation will be damaged, and at worst one's cultivation will regress.

Even if it takes decades to nurture and refine it again.

The cost involved is not just the amount of time lost.