The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Yang Qingyuan focused his mind and manipulated the righteous energy within his dantian to surge forth. Then, he flicked his sleeves, scattering large clusters of silvery light.

The silvery clouds swirled and gathered, instantly condensing into an ancient seal script character for "sword" with strong, bold strokes, which then disappeared directly into the simple and unadorned sword case.

With a "click" sound from the mechanism inside the sword case, the case slowly opened to the sides, revealing seven flying swords.

Seven flying swords lay silently, their blades like autumn water frozen with frost, gleaming with a cold light and exuding a sharp and murderous aura.

The next moment, the seven flying swords trembled simultaneously and soared into the sky, causing the surrounding air to ripple slightly.

The flying sword transformed into seven sword beams of different colors, tearing through the sky and accompanied by sharp whistles as they aimed directly at Lian Feihua.

Upon hearing the sound of the flying sword tearing through the air, Lian Feihua's pupils constricted abruptly, and her expression changed drastically. Daring not to underestimate her opponent in the slightest, she hurriedly channeled her magic power into the four flaming short forks.

The crimson light on the short fork surged, and raging crimson flames rose up, transforming into four waves of fire that stretched across the sky, forcefully blocking the seven flying swords.

The flying sword and the short fork collided in mid-air, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal, sparks flying and air surging.

But in the blink of an eye, the seven flying swords gained the upper hand, slashing the four flaming short forks backward, their spiritual light dimming.

Upon seeing this, Lian Feihua turned pale and exclaimed, "How is this possible? Ever since I obtained this Flame Chain Fork, I have never been at a disadvantage, even when facing late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Since when could a cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment control seven magical artifacts?"

Just as the flying sword was about to approach Lian Feihua, two magical artifacts resembling white bone claws flew out from the side, blocking the Qingguang Sword and the Changhong Sword, which gave the four flaming forks a chance to catch their breath.

"Junior sister, don't panic, I, Wang, am here to lend you a hand!"

It turned out that Wang Ping, riding on blood-red clouds, arrived just in time to Lian Feihua's side and used a pair of top-grade white bone claws as a magical artifact to help her.

Wang Ping, also appearing confident, said, "Junior Sister, I have fed seven 'Fiendish Ghosts' with my own blood essence, which will be perfect for dealing with these two!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood cloud beneath his feet surged, and seven small, ferocious black ghostly figures emerged.

This black ghost was only half a person tall, but it had large, sharp claws and could barely be made out as a human. The chilling aura emanating from its body was actually at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. As soon as it appeared, the temperature around it dropped sharply.

A layer of black frost had formed directly on the grass below.

"Damn it, the Ghost Spirit Sect's methods of exorcising ghosts and controlling corpses are the most bizarre." When Nie Ying saw seven ghosts of the same realm suddenly appear, she also turned pale. She took out a talisman with a blue flying knife drawn on it from her bosom and muttered incantations.

In just a few breaths, the talisman transformed into a blue flying knife, slicing through the air and fiercely slashing towards the seven evil spirits.

However, the seven evil spirits ignored the flying knives and talismans. The black light on their bodies swayed slightly, and they allowed the flying knives to cut through their bodies without being hurt.

However, a layer of frost formed on the blue throwing knife, dimming its spiritual light and making it look like it was about to collapse.

"Damn it!" Nie Ying realized that her connection with the flying knife talisman was becoming weak and she understood that ordinary methods were no match for these strange "evil spirits".

"Hmph." Wang Ping sneered, looking confident. "My seven-headed demons have killed three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Wulong Sect. They are far beyond the capabilities of you two newly Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Just wait until the evil spirits drain your flesh and blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven black demons raised their heads and howled like ghosts, swarming towards the black dragon.

"A mere trick!" Yang Qingyuan patted his storage bag, took out a blue and purple folding fan, and slapped it hard at the seven-headed demon rushing up.

With a thunderous roar, a blue tornado burst forth from the fan, rising seven or eight zhang high in the wind, instantly engulfing the seven evil spirits.

A silver lightning dragon roamed through the tornado, and with just a light touch, it caused the evil spirit to vanish into nothingness.

"What?! My wicked devil!"

"Wind and Thunder Fan!"

"You are a cultivator with the lightning elemental root!"

When Wang Ping saw the evil spirit being killed in a single encounter, his heart tightened, and he instantly recognized the fan as the famous and most lethal magical weapon, the "Wind and Thunder Fan".

Because ghost magic can often ignore ordinary five-element magic, Wang Ping has always been able to take the initiative and gain the upper hand in previous battles.

However, once they encounter lightning magic, these ghost cultivators' methods meet their nemesis, and they can't even unleash one-tenth of its power.

"Junior sister, shall we leave?" Wang Ping was already considering retreating, as he really didn't want to fight a cultivator with a lightning spiritual root.

Lian Feihua's pretty face remained as cold as frost as she replied, "What's there to be afraid of? Thunder magic is only a counter to your Ghost Spirit Sect; our Demon Flame Sect is not afraid."

"Let these two ants witness the Azure Sun Sacred Flame bestowed by our Ancestor!"

"Even a Core Formation stage cultivator who comes into contact with this fire will undoubtedly die!"

After saying that, he patted his storage bag and took out a gourd that was both green and red.

The cyan gourd has strange red flame patterns on it, and as soon as it appeared, it emitted a rolling heat wave, clearly indicating that it is also a top-grade magic artifact.

"Junior sister, how dare you carry the Azure Sun Demon Flame on your person!" Wang Ping's eyelids twitched wildly. He manipulated the blood cloud to retreat repeatedly, increasing the distance between himself and the azure gourd, fearing that he would be affected.

This clearly demonstrates the power of the Azure Sun Sacred Fire.

"Go to hell!"

Lian Feihua raised her hand and pointed at the cyan-red gourd above her head. The magical power in her dantian poured out like a burst dam, and her face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

The blue-red gourd trembled incessantly, then pointed its mouth at Yang Qingyuan and Nie Ying.

Nie Ying suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and her heart pounded. She quickly manipulated the blue flying knife talisman to slash at Lian Feihua.

But the next moment, a burst of blazing blue flames shot out from the gourd's mouth and burst into flames.

Even the surrounding scenery was gradually distorted by the high temperature of the flames.

The blue throwing knife was struck by the cyan flames, and the blade immediately began to melt. It only lasted for a short while before completely melting away.

"This?!" Nie Ying felt the heat wave hit her face and her scalp tingled. She exclaimed in shock, "What kind of flame is this? It can actually melt talismanic treasures!"

"Junior Brother Yang, run!"

"No need, we've arrived." Yang Qingyuan showed no fear on his face. He simply narrowed his eyes, summoned back his seven flying swords with a thought, and then slapped his storage bag at his waist, taking out a multicolored array plate while chanting incantations.

At that moment, the azure flames transformed into a giant fire python tens of meters long, shooting towards Yang Qingyuan and Nie Ying, about to touch their bodies.

"Die!" Lian Feihua's face contorted with rage.

But at the critical moment, a yellowish-brown light barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking Yang Qingyuan and the blue fire python.

The cyan fire python crashed heavily into the light barrier, causing it to shake, but it did not burn through the barrier.

The light screen flickered slightly before returning to normal, then suddenly swelled to a size of several hundred feet.

At almost the same moment, light curtains of gold, cyan, red, and blue also rose in the other four directions.

Five beams of light rose from the ground and merged together, transforming into a five-colored dome that enveloped Lian Feihua and Wang Ping.

"Formation!"

"This place was actually set up with a formation beforehand!"

Wang Ping looked around, a look of panic on his face, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.