Cultivating a family of immortals

Xu Changle's words were like a gentle breeze blowing through the mountains, utterly calm, yet filled with murderous intent.

The disciples of Xuan Yuan Sect were all taken aback.

The Yunjie Sect disciple was also momentarily stunned, and Wen Yuheng immediately cried out, "Senior Brother... how could you do this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Changle swung his sword and charged forward, casually picking one person to stab. At the same time, he flicked out a talisman and threw it at Wen Yuheng.

No one expected the situation to change so suddenly.

The head of the Xu family... is actually so ruthless!

The Xuan Yuan Sect disciples were dazed and unsteady.

Only Xu Jingheng reacted, shocked, but he also bravely summoned his longsword and charged forward together.

"Since Father wants to kill, then kill!"

Immediately, the two engaged in a fierce battle with the five disciples of the Cloud Rank Sect.

Wen Yuheng, while resisting, shouted, "Senior Brother Xuan, quickly persuade this man... Although my junior brother was in the wrong first, we have already apologized. If this man is still not satisfied, we can sit down and talk. Why must we fight to the death?"

Xuan Shuofeng came to his senses and looked at the Xu family father and son who had rushed in with complicated eyes. The way they attacked left no room for maneuver!

Then he raised an eyebrow. Could it be that Patriarch Xu had found the [Primordial Soul-Gathering Mushroom] so quickly?

So, is this a case of murder to silence a witness?

But...it can't be that bad...

Could it be that the Yunjie Sect disciple had humiliated the Xu family head before they arrived?

As Xuan Shuofeng pondered, he heard several sword cries behind him, and saw that his junior brothers had also charged forward.

He gave a wry smile, looked at Wen Yuheng with a look of pity on his face, this person...

"Senior brother, why aren't you making a move? What are you waiting for!"

Xuan Yunshu approached Xuan Shuofeng with his sword, making hand gestures and shouting.

Xuan Shuofeng came to his senses and sighed softly.

In matters of cultivating immortality, life and death are in the hands of fate.

Wen Yuheng... With your temperament, you really don't seem like a cultivator. Meeting the Xu family father and son today is your fate.

May your journey to the underworld be smooth!

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Xuan Shuofeng shouted:

"All disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sect, listen to my command! You must use all your strength to kill these five people here. Show no mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining few who were still hesitating took action, and a group of people rushed forward.

Ten people were fighting five people, and their cultivation levels were roughly the same. Moreover, the disciples of Xuan Yuan Sect had cultivated techniques and practiced Daoist arts that were far more advanced than theirs. In just over ten breaths, all five people were seriously injured.

The man from Yunjie Sect dressed in black was named Wen Hanjiang. He had lost an arm and was filled with remorse.

He bravely blocked a sword strike, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and spitting it onto the ground. He shouted at Wen Yuheng, who was still locked in fierce combat:

"Senior brother, we are all doomed here today because of your soft heart... However, our Cloud Rank Sect still needs someone to lead us. You... escape quickly. If you can escape, never be soft-hearted again!"

As he finished speaking, a faint smile appeared on his face, a smile tinged with sadness, but more so with determination.

He raised his longsword, unleashed all his spiritual power, and charged towards Wen Yuheng. He did not yield to any attacks he encountered along the way, and instantly, countless sword lights fell on his body.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose. With a muffled groan, he stood before Wen Yuheng, blocking Xu Jingheng's sword strike once more… He caught it with his own body. The sword pierced his chest, reaching deep into the bone. Wen Hanjiang gave Xu Jingheng a dazed smile, then grabbed the sword with both hands. He strained so hard that blood flowed from his seven orifices, and tears of blood welled in his eyes. He turned to look at Wen Yuheng:

"Brother, run!"

"Disciple of the Cloud Rank Sect... heed my command... shield your senior brother from the sword..."

Having said that, he resolutely used his ribs to clamp Xu Jingheng's longsword between them.

Upon hearing this shout, the Cloud Rank Sect disciples who were engaged in fierce battle nearby all rushed towards Wen Yuheng regardless of their own lives, without dodging any attacks they encountered along the way.

"Senior brother...run away quickly..."

"Quickly... Cloud Rank Sect... cannot function without you..."

"I hope that in the future, Senior Brother will act more decisively... The junior brothers' cultivation is too shallow, and they can no longer escape... Hurry..."

Wen Yuheng stared blankly at his junior brothers, who were severely injured or missing arms, looking extremely pitiful.

Suddenly, a sentence came to his mind.

"Respect the elderly as you would your own parents, care for the young as you would your own children..."

His experiences over the past decades flashed through his mind like a screen: enlightenment, cultivation, becoming an adult, and attaining enlightenment...

Suddenly, the light screen shattered inch by inch beneath the image before them…

"what……"

Wen Yuheng shouted, but before he knew it, his eyes were filled with blood and tears.

Tears of blood never ceased; blood was poured over his face.

This is a blood feud.

He suddenly unleashed the last of his spiritual power and used the Blood Escape Technique, his cultivation level leaping to the peak of Qi Refining.

Seeing this, Xu Changle's eyes turned cold. This was not the time to be merciful. He shouted:

"Assassinate this man with all your might!"

Instantly, a flurry of sword and blade light enveloped Wen Yuheng.

But the four disciples rushed forward, and countless sword shadows fell on them. Instantly, three of them were torn to pieces and turned into a bloody mess, while one of them was annihilated by the Taoist magic and turned into ashes.

After the attack subsided, Xu Changle stared intently at a red streak that streaked across the forest like a shooting star dozens of miles away.

"Father...I'll go after them!"

Xu Jingheng immediately shouted.

Xu Changle waved his hand to stop him, saying, "No, he used Blood Escape, his speed is too fast, neither of us can catch up. But it doesn't matter, he's so badly injured, he's practically a cripple. We can find an opportunity to go and kill him later!"

Xuan Shuofeng nodded in agreement.

"Who knew the Cloud Rank Sect disciples would be so united, allowing him to escape... But it's alright, they don't know the Xu family head's identity, and they dare not come to the Profound Origin Sect for revenge..."

Xu Changle stared at the blood-stained ground and the several pools of flesh and blood, and thought coldly to himself:

"The Cloud Rank Sect... This mistake allowed this person to escape, leaving a future threat to our Xu family. When his sect leader passes away and our Xu family becomes powerful, we must kill this person."

After tidying themselves up and using rainwater to wash the blood off their magical artifacts, the group rested temporarily under a nearby tree.

Xuan Shuofeng's expression seemed calm, but his gaze kept drifting to the piles of flesh and blood beside him.

Xu Jingheng regulated his breathing for a while before sitting down next to Xu Changle, sighing as he said:

"Father, what did they do to make you so resolute?"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sect turned to look at them, puzzled as well.

Xu Changle remained calm and said indifferently:

"He wanted to kill me and steal my treasure. Isn't that enough?"

"Wen Yuheng shouldn't be like this..." Xuan Shuofeng said doubtfully from the side.

After a moment of silence, Xu Changle shook his head and said:

"No, even before you arrived, this was the man who threatened to kill me. He's not as humble as he seems; he's a complete scoundrel."

Xuan Shuofeng raised an eyebrow. "So that's how it is?"

Xu Changle smiled slightly and said, "Otherwise what? Why would I be so resolute?"

Xuan Shuofeng sighed and said, "As the old saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover. This is truly true. Wen Yuheng has always upheld the principles of benevolence and virtue, but I never imagined he would be so hypocritical..."

The two chatted casually, and Xu Changle spoke calmly, which gradually calmed the hearts of the disciples.

Xu Jingheng looked at his father with complicated emotions, staring at the white hair at his temples, unsure of what to say.