Yunmeng Immortal Clan

Just before Song Daoxuan arrived, his nineteenth uncle, Song Zhiyu, was preparing to go to Qingfeng Lake to check on the situation on the lake.

However, just as they stepped out of the bamboo house, two figures suddenly appeared in the pitch-black night.

Both figures were cultivators, one of whom was Liu Xianzong, whose cultivation aura had reached the eighth level of the Qi Refining stage.

Beside Liu Xianzong was a gaunt old man in tattered clothes. This old man's cultivation level had actually reached the Great Perfection of the Tenth Level of Qi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist Xianzhong, what are you doing here?" Song Zhiyu asked in surprise and disbelief.

Two figures quietly approached Song Zhiyu.

Liu Xianzong said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die. My brother died at your hands, and today I will kill you to appease his spirit. If I spare your life today, my brother will die with regrets!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xianzong and the withered old man beside him flashed with light, and their magical power surged.

The two of them each summoned a high-grade magic weapon, although owning a high-grade magic weapon was already a luxury for some Qi Refining cultivators in the cultivation world.

However, Liu Xianzong was the leader of the Burning Blood Sect in Yunmeng Prefecture. This old man was also the deputy leader of the Burning Blood Sect, and he had dozens of Qi Refining cultivators behind him.

These two high-grade magic artifacts were obtained by them, as cultivators of the Tribulation Realm, through murder and robbery of other cultivators.

Liu Xianzong's magic weapon is a fire-attribute long ruler, which is relatively rare in the cultivation world.

The gaunt old man beside Liu Xianzong possessed a small fan with lightning attributes. It seemed inconspicuous, but it could summon a trace of lightning, and its power was not simple.

With a wave of their magical artifacts, a blazing, ruler-shaped flame and a purple arc of electricity shot directly toward Song Zhiyu in front of them.

Song Zhiyu was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, but he was not actually wealthy. He only had a mid-grade magic weapon, a water-attribute cane.

But seeing that these two people were attacking him directly, he didn't care about anything else and immediately summoned this mid-grade magic weapon, the staff. As he poured magic power into it, the staff immediately shone brightly.

A ripple of water-attribute energy was directed at the two auras.

"boom!"

Upon the impact, Song Zhiyu felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and his entire body's magical power seemed to be rapidly drained.

Then Song Zhiyu's mind went blank. In a hurry, he manipulated the magic weapon with one hand and slapped the storage bag with the other, sending out a mid-grade first-level talisman and several low-grade first-level talismans.

However, aside from the first mid-grade first-tier talisman causing the two figures to hesitate and retreat a distance, thus expending some of their mana to dodge, the rest of the time...

The power emitted by the other low-grade first-tier talismans was nothing in the eyes of the two figures. The two cultivators easily blocked them with the light emitted by their high-grade magic weapons.

Then the two figures returned, unleashing two high-grade magic weapons at Song Zhiyu.

Upon seeing this, Song Zhiyu immediately fled. During his escape, he used several basic spells to resist the powerful attacks of the two figures.

However, the two members of the Burning Blood Sect were in no way inferior to Song Zhiyu in their magical skills. While manipulating their magical artifacts, they also cast spells that fiercely enveloped Song Zhiyu.

With a "crack," Song Zhiyu's face turned deathly pale. The mid-grade water-attribute cane he was manipulating shattered instantly because it couldn't withstand the power of the two people's high-grade magic weapons.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Song Zhiyu's mouth.

Taking advantage of this gap, two figures arrived in front of Song Zhiyu and struck him on the top of the head with a long ruler.

Song Zhiyu's mind raced through his thoughts in an instant, like a revolving lantern.

"I'm so resentful! I failed to protect Qingfeng Lake for the family!"

Song Zhiyu was brutally murdered by two people, and his body fell from the bamboo building, landing right at the feet of Song Daoxuan, who arrived late.

"Nineteenth Uncle..." Upon seeing this scene, Song Daoxuan's eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

"What a terrible Blood Burning Cult! Nineteenth Uncle, today I'm not just going to kill these two people, I'm going to eradicate the Blood Burning Cult from the entire Yunmeng Prefecture!"

As soon as Song Daoxuan finished speaking, two figures gracefully descended from the bamboo building.

"Master! Song Zhiyu is dead. I'm afraid there are no more cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining like Song Zhiyu on the entire Qingfeng Lake. The remaining ones are just some cultivators around the middle stage. With our cultivation levels, we can wipe them all out in one fell swoop, and we can also take all the spirit fish on the lake. We should be able to earn a lot of spirit stones!" the withered old man chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xianzong, the leader of the Burning Blood Cult, nodded and then turned his gaze to Song Daoxuan.

In Liu Xianzong's eyes, the cultivation aura emanating from this person was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Killing a cultivator with such cultivation was as easy as crushing an ant.

"Oh? A mere fourth-level Qi Refining brat. You just said you would uproot my Burning Blood Sect. I admire your courage. Standing in front of you is the leader of the entire Burning Blood Sect. Let's see if you can kill me." Liu Xianzong sneered, clearly looking down on Song Daoxuan, this ant at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

The withered old man stood aside, not intending to make a move, believing that Liu Xianzong alone was enough to deal with the boy in front of him, whose cultivation was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Just as Liu Xianzong, the leader of the Burning Blood Sect, finished speaking, Song Daoxuan, dressed in a green robe, put down Song Zhiyu's corpse and immediately summoned a low-grade magic sword.

The magic sword suddenly shone brightly, and Liu Xianzong used a mid-grade magic weapon, a fire-attribute long ruler, to block it.

In an instant, his body was sent flying several meters away.

As soon as the two clashed, Song Daoxuan's Turtle Breathing Technique immediately broke down, and the aura around Song Daoxuan began to rise.

"Tenth level of Qi Refining, Great Perfection? How could there be a high-level cultivator like you on Qingfeng Lake?" Liu Xianzong exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide with astonishment at the Great Perfection aura emanating from Song Daoxuan.

Song Daoxuan did not answer Liu Xianzong's words. Instead, he held his magic weapon and glanced at him coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Stop just standing there watching! Let's join forces and deal with this kid. I refuse to believe that the two of us—one at the eighth level of Qi Refining and the other at the tenth level of Qi Refining Perfection—can't take him down!"

Upon seeing this, the gaunt old man's hand flashed with light, and a small fan-shaped magical artifact floated in his hand. He stood to one side with Liu Xianzong, seemingly preparing to make a move.

In an instant, a bolt of lightning and a burst of flame flowed simultaneously across the magical artifact, then both struck the green-robed man before them.