The First Venerable of All Paths

The realm of the divine soul is divided into nine grades.

The lowest rank is first grade, and the highest is ninth grade.

The Ghost Child, whose sea of ​​consciousness and soul had been shattered by Fang Xuan, was just about to break through to the first rank in terms of soul realm.

Normally, an ordinary martial artist would be no match for a ghost child.

However, Fang Xuan was too special.

Not only does he possess the Chaos Holy Body, but he also happens to have the "Thousand Soul Illusion Dream Technique" activated by the Ghost Child.

This was an imperial-level technique inherited from Empress Soul Dream, possessing its own imperial might, which instantly crushed the Ghost Child's consciousness and soul.

If it were anyone else, they might have already fallen for the demon child's illusionary magic.

"The improvement of one's spiritual realm is of great significance to a martial artist."

Fang Xuan muttered to himself, "Whether it's comprehending cultivation techniques or practicing martial arts, it can make things twice as effective with half the effort. What's more..."

Fang Xuan put two fingers together and made a sword finger.

"Buzz!"

The golden-red Phoenix Cry Sword immediately appeared in front of Fang Xuan.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

With a slight movement of Fang Xuan's finger, the Phoenix Cry Sword began to fly and move around the cave as if it were part of his arm.

The swords gleamed, their aura chilling.

The speed is more than twice as fast as before.

As Fang Xuan stopped pointing, the Phoenix Cry Sword stood upright in front of him, its sharp sword aura gradually dissipating.

"really."

Fang Xuan nodded to himself: "After the improvement of the divine soul, the speed and reaction of both sword control and sword riding also improve."

A swordsman's entire skill lies in his natal flying sword.

As long as the flying sword is fast enough, even a martial artist who is a whole realm higher than Fang Xuan could be killed if Fang Xuan had the chance.

After breaking through to the first rank of the Divine Soul Realm, Fang Xuan did not choose to leave seclusion.

He took out the spear-holding technique, which originated from swordsmanship, again and continued to study it.

Thanks to the enhancement of his divine soul, Fang Xuan only spent three days to comprehend the first two sword techniques.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Inside the cave, sword energy roared, sharp and crisscrossing.

The terrifying sword energy sometimes transformed into chilling frost, and at other times erupted with a sinister fighting spirit.

"Snap!"

When all the sword energy condensed into one, it slashed towards the cave entrance.

The thick opening was easily sliced ​​open by the sword energy.

Fang Xuan sheathed his sword and stood there, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

"This third move, 'Man and Sword as One,' is actually more difficult to master than I imagined."

The first two sword techniques were alright and didn't take Fang Xuan much time.

The only thing Fang Xuan struggled with was achieving perfect harmony between man and sword, which took him nearly two days to figure out, but he couldn't get the hang of it.

If Nie Song knew Fang Xuan's thoughts, he would definitely want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear.

It took Nie Song several years to master this spear-holding technique.

This also includes the fact that Nie Song obtained a fortuitous opportunity, which led him to unexpectedly comprehend the unity of man and spear.

However, Fang Xuan mastered the first two moves in just three days.

This kind of talent surpasses countless geniuses.

Of course, Fang Xuan was not discouraged at all.

He is very clear.

If he masters these three sword techniques and integrates them into the Breaking Ten Thousand Laws, he will obtain an even more powerful sword technique.

Fang Xuan hadn't expected this either.

This small idea of ​​his laid an extremely solid foundation for his later creation of his own martial arts techniques.

He put away the array flags and array plates, and erased all traces in the cave before leaving.

"what?"

Just then, Fang Xuan stopped in his tracks.

He narrowed his eyes, activated his spiritual senses, and scanned his entire body.

Finally, Fang Xuan discovered a faint green light at the corner of his clothes.

The green light was smaller than a grain of rice. If Fang Xuan hadn't improved his spiritual power and sensed a faint soul fluctuation, he wouldn't have been able to detect it.

Moreover, he sensed a familiar aura within the green light.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"interesting."

......

"Found it!"

At this very moment, in an inn, the withered old monster suddenly opened his eyes, a look of excitement on his face.

"Oh?"

Mingyang put down his teacup and asked, "How far?"

"Not far."

The withered old monster explained, "If the distance is too far, my soul-attachment technique won't be able to sense it."

"As long as we pinpoint his location, we can find that kid anytime."

The withered old monster added another sentence.

"Then let's set off."

Mingyang said, "As long as we capture that kid and avenge Elder Zheng, you'll naturally reap the rewards."

"Thank you very much, Young Master Mingyang!"

The withered old monster quickly thanked him.

But in his heart, he disagreed.

To put it nicely, it's about avenging Zheng Chu, but in reality, it's just about coveting the treasures the other party possesses.

But the withered old monster could only mutter these words to himself, and dared not say them aloud.

After all, the person in front of him was from the Ming family of Mingyang County.

After escaping from Red Spring Town, the withered old monster originally intended to leave directly.

Who knew that he would be captured by the Ming family in just three days.

Under intense questioning, the withered old monster had no choice but to reveal everything that had happened in Red Spring Town.

Thus, Ming Yang, the young master of the Ming family, under the guise of avenging Zheng Chu, wanted to obtain the earth fire and the Yin-Yang Soul Pearl from Fang Xuan.

In fact, the withered monster was also greatly surprised when he learned of Zheng Chu's death.

However, he did not believe that Zheng Chu was killed by Fang Xuan.

He guessed that something must have happened after he left.

Moreover, intimidated by the power of the Ming family, the withered old monster had no other choice.

Don't be too happy yet.

Mingyang smirked and said, "If you dare to deceive me, you should know the consequences."

"Young Master Mingyang, rest assured, everything I have said is true."

Upon hearing this, Mingyang nodded and got up to leave the inn.

Outside the inn, more than a dozen martial artists were already waiting.

Moreover, without exception, all of these people were fully armed.

They were all elites selected by Mingyang, each one a veteran of countless battles and extremely skilled in combat.

However, upon seeing these martial artists, the withered old monster frowned.

"Young Master Mingyang, is this all the people you brought?"

Mingyang said, "What? You don't think that's enough?"

"I......"

Before the old man could finish his strange rant, Mingyang said to himself, "Don't worry, I've already made preparations. You just need to lead the way."

"Set off!"

Mingyang flipped himself onto a dragon horse and glanced at the withered old monster.

Upon hearing this, the withered old monster didn't say anything more.

He made up his mind that if things went wrong, he would run away in advance.

Before dark.

The group then arrived at a remote mountain village.

Are you sure he's here?

There are not many households in the mountain village, and as dusk falls, most people have already closed their doors and windows and gone to bed early.

"Absolutely true."

The withered old monster nodded emphatically and said, "I can sense that the soul-binding technique I left behind is in this village."

He accidentally used this soul-attaching technique on Fang Xuan during their fight.

The closer the distance, the clearer the sensation.

Mingyang nodded and glanced back at his subordinates.

"When you see them later, try to capture them alive."

Mingyang said, "Of course, if the other party doesn't know what's good for them, we don't need to hold back."

"yes!"

After saying that, the group entered the village.

"Young Master Ming, it's in the third house ahead."

The withered old monster pointed to one of the houses, his expression solemn.

Although Mingyang brought quite a few people, the thought of that guy inside who had killed Poisonous Enchantress and Ghost Child made Old Monster feel uneasy.

Mingyang narrowed his eyes, looked at the simple house, and gave one of his subordinates a wink.

The latter understood immediately and, with two subordinates, quietly sneaked into the courtyard and entered the house.

After half a cup of tea, no sound came from the house.

"That's interesting."

Mingyang chuckled softly.

He knew that his three subordinates were probably in grave danger.

"Minghui, you go."

Mingyang said, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, young master, I understand!"

The martial artist named Minghui was at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm.

Although not the strongest among them, they are still enough to rank in the top three.

He was skeptical of what the withered old monster said about the guy inside being able to easily kill a Qi Condensation Realm expert.

How could a mere boy under twenty, who isn't even our young master, possess such extraordinary abilities?

Of course, it's a matter of disdain.

However, the lessons learned from the previous three cases made Minghui more cautious.

He selected five men and headed straight for the courtyard.

"Snap!"

Since he had already been exposed, Minghui didn't intend to hide it. He kicked down the rotten courtyard gate and walked straight into the courtyard.

"Kid, you're surrounded."

Minghui said smugly, "If you know what's good for you, come out and surrender."

In Minghui's view.

If the boy inside the house is sensible enough, he will suffer less physical pain.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind showing the other party the methods of the Ming family.

"roll!"

However, Minghui was met with a domineering and authoritative cold shout.

Moreover, this cold shout also contained a power that made one's soul tremble.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The three subordinates beside Minghui felt their souls tremble and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even Minghui felt somewhat unwell.

"Huh?"

Mingyang exclaimed in surprise, "Such powerful spiritual energy! It's not far from reaching the first-grade spiritual realm."

Upon hearing Mingyang's words, the withered monster was startled once again.

He knew what the First Grade Divine Soul Realm meant.

That's a realm that even the Demon Child hasn't reached.

How come that guy's spiritual power has improved so much in just a few days?

Could it be that he held back his strength back then?

In contrast to the old monster's shock, Mingyang quickly regained his composure.

"Don't just stand there, let's get started."

Upon hearing the young master's order, Minghui took a deep breath and said in a stern voice, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame us for being impolite!"

"superior!"

At Minghui's command, he took the lead and rushed into the house.

Five subordinates followed closely behind.

Just as the six were about to break down the door, a terrifying force suddenly swept out of the house.

This force, like a violent storm, instantly poured down on the group, sending them all flying.

"Bang bang bang!"

Apart from Minghui, the other five people all landed on the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

"Da da da!"

Footsteps sounded.

A figure slowly walked out of the house.

Dressed in white, carrying a sword case on his back.

Under the moonlight, the young man was as handsome as jade.

His handsome face was now completely indifferent.

Through the fence, Fang Xuan's gaze fell on Ming Yang.

"Someone from the Ming family?"

Mingyang and Fang Xuan stared at each other, a cold smile curving his thin lips.

"You're Fang Xuan?"

Their gazes met, and a murderous intent filled the air.