Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

The bell of Luoxia Temple rang out, echoing through the mountains for a long time.

The peak masters, along with all the stewards and the inner disciples participating in this competition, stood in front of the spirit talisman tower on the mountaintop.

Even the reclusive patriarch of Yuanfu Peak stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Daoist Qinglu, seemingly discussing something.

The competition was divided into six venues according to the six peaks of the Luoxia Sect, with each contest taking place on its respective peak.

As time passed, the ancestor's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly flew up, forming hand seals. The protective array of the sect slowly opened a passage.

A black dot slowly appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye it had arrived above the Luoxia Sect.

It was a fleet of large spirit ships.

Leading the way was a giant crimson serpent about a hundred feet long. This serpent was smooth all over, swirling with a whirlwind, and its flight seemed to produce thunderous sounds. Its vertical pupils were looking down.

Many disciples on Yuanfu Peak shuddered, their eyes filled with undisguised horror. Some inner disciples with weaker willpower even trembled and nearly knelt on the ground.

Such power clearly indicates it is a second-tier demonic beast, whose strength even surpasses that of cultivators at the same level.

"snort……"

The old ancestor snorted coldly, forcing the other party to back down from their intimidation.

As the saying goes, "It is impolite not to reciprocate," and at the same time, a sword light appeared in the ancestor's hand. With a gentle wave, the sword shadow melted into the air and disappeared.

But the next moment, a commotion broke out in the Po Jun Mansion's ranks, and some people on the Crimson Serpent even lost their footing and almost fell off due to dizziness.

"Senior Feng Xiaosheng's secret sword is still as sharp as ever, making it impossible to defend against. Senior has not appeared in public or participated in battles for many years. Today, I am fortunate to witness it. This trip has been worthwhile."

The other spirit boats of Po Jun Mansion dispersed and flew towards the other immortal peaks, leaving only the giant serpent in the sky slowly descending to Yuan Fu Peak.

"The Taoist Master of Military Strategy."

Looking up at the middle-aged man with a goatee wearing a black Taoist robe, Qinglu Daoist recalled his eldest disciple. Seeing the man's warm smile, he felt increasingly malicious, and his anger continued to rise.

"No, calm down, calm down."

He kept telling himself this, but the image of Kong Shangji being besieged and killed kept involuntarily forming in his mind. Even though it was just his imagination, he couldn't shake it off no matter what.

The patriarch seemed to sense his mood, stepped forward to block Qinglu Daoist, and said from a distance:

"You flatter me, but I really didn't expect that the lord sent by Xingjian Pavilion would come with you all."

As one of the initiators of the competition, Xingjian Pavilion sent a Foundation Establishment cultivator to serve as a referee.

But now everyone saw that the other party had actually come with people from the Po Jun Mansion.

All eyes were drawn to the young cultivator standing next to the Taoist priest.

The other person carried a sword box that was half the height of a person on his back, with an expressionless face, arms crossed in front of his chest, and an arrogant air between his brows. He simply nodded in response to Feng Xiaosheng's greeting, sparing with words and not wanting to say another word.

"Haha, we just ran into each other on the way here. With the leaders of Xingjian Pavilion present, it's better to avoid anyone backing out after the results are in."

We're not even on the same path; what a coincidence!

Who would believe it if you said there was no connection?

"Our Luoxia Sect is naturally willing to abide by the rules, but from the beginning, it seems that we were not the ones who did not follow the rules."

"Indeed, the Black Dragon Bandits have audacity from who knows where, daring to attack your sect. I'm sure the Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Barrier Valley will make them pay."

There was no explanation to be given. Both sides knew perfectly well that Yuanfu Peak had been utterly defeated in that sneak attack.

Not only did they lose many disciples, but the patriarch also had to end his seclusion and give up on forming his core.

The red serpent came to within ten feet of Feng Xiaosheng, its seven-inch mark occasionally swelling, its eyes fixed on Feng Xiaosheng, unwilling to go any further.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaosheng chuckled:

"It seems this demon beast is not used to the environment and is unwilling to visit my Yuanfu Peak. Fellow Daoist Xingbing, next time you come to my sect, it would be better to choose a long worm with a deeper cultivation."

The Taoist priest frowned slightly, patted the red snake to make it lie still on the ground, and then jumped off his back with his disciples.

The members of the Po Jun Fu Sect are both men and women. Perhaps to provoke the Luo Xia Sect, they deliberately wore purple robes, knowing that only one of the personal disciples of the Yuan Fu Peak was left, and each of them was extremely good-looking.

The male disciples were handsome and dashing, while the female disciples were stunningly beautiful, immediately overshadowing the disciples of Yuanfu Peak.

Especially the woman at the very front.

The other person was dressed in flowing purple robes, with hair as beautiful as a waterfall, and was exceptionally beautiful. She seemed to embody all the good things in the world, causing the other disciples, both male and female, to show their infatuation.

The old ancestor, displeased, feigned a cough, quickly drawing everyone's attention back to the present.

The Yuanfu Peak disciple, recalling his earlier rudeness, felt deeply ashamed, but still couldn't help but steal glances at the female disciple.

Yu Yan was resolute and not easily captivated. He merely glanced at her face a few more times before turning his gaze to the figure beside the Taoist priest.

Compared to other people with the Broken Army Talisman, this person's appearance was only average. Apart from a scar running from his eyebrow to his chin, there seemed to be nothing else particularly outstanding about him.

But his middle finger, thumb, and index finger were covered with thick calluses.

This is something that only people who frequently hold a pen would experience.

It is important to know that cultivators have physical strength that is different from ordinary people. Simple superficial injuries can be healed without leaving a trace. To develop calluses on one's hands under such circumstances would require an immeasurable amount of effort.

Even Yu Yan's hand only had a light layer, which was far inferior to the opponent's.

"That person is Yang Yun, the most prized disciple of the Daoist Master Xingbing, whom I told you about before..."

Qinglu Daoist noticed him at some point and silently transmitted his voice:

"Don't be fooled by his unremarkable appearance. Yang Yun is the most powerful among Xingbing Daoren's disciples. His skills are extraordinary. If you encounter him in the competition, don't hesitate to surrender."

He seemed to have recovered, and after giving Yu Yan his instructions, he went up to greet Xingbing Daoren.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglu, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Xingbing, everything is alright."

……

Judging from their harmonious appearance, they didn't seem like people who had a grudge against each other at all; rather, they seemed like like-minded friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"However, I heard that you have taken on another disciple, fellow Daoist. Is it him?"

The conversation was divided into two parts. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xingbing Daoren steered the topic to Yu Yan.

At the same time, his gaze fell upon them.

Not only him, but everyone present looked over.

His purple robe stood out starkly against the backdrop of a crowd of people all dressed in red.

Yu Yan remained calm, took a few steps forward with composure, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and was neither humble nor arrogant, displaying impeccable manners.

"My name is Yu Yan, and I greet Senior Xingbing."

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the Taoist priest. He had noticed long ago that the other party was not attracted by his disciple's charm at all. He was determined and indeed had some skills.

but--

"In the end, they only possess five spiritual roots; their cultivation is low, and they are nothing to fear."

He thought to himself,

"If you were just an ordinary disciple, it wouldn't matter, but since you're a direct disciple of Qinglu, you can only blame your bad luck."

He had long ago instructed Yang Yun that he should show no mercy to any disciple who was related to Daoist Qinglu. If conditions did not allow for killing, it would be better to cripple them!