Treasure Gathering Immortal Furnace

Seeing that Xuan Yin had finally relented, Lu Fan felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.

In a way, I've indirectly helped the Xuan Yang Sword Sect by freeing myself from the curse of being unable to form a core.

"Ancestor Xuan Yin, since we have reached an agreement, then please temporarily take refuge in my puppet," Lu Fan said.

Xuan Yin looked at the lifelike puppet and instantly transformed into a beam of white light, entering Zi Yuan's brow.

A moment later, Zi Yuan moved on her own, raised her hand and tore off the ribbons from her eyes, adding a touch of intelligence to her empty eyes.

This makes Zi Yuan look more like a real person.

Xuan Yin stared at the new body in disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishment: "You brat, your cultivation is not high, yet the puppets you use are so lifelike. It must be some kind of ancient puppet-making technique."

"You flatter me, Master," Lu Fan said with a smile.

"Does it have a name?" Xuan Yin asked.

"Purple Iris," Lu Fan replied.

"Just call me Ziyuan, so the younger generation won't notice," Xuan Yin said, then walked to the side, sat down, and looked at the realistic hands, seemingly quite satisfied.

Lu Fan allowed Xuan Yin to reside within Zi Yuan's body because Zi Yuan's soul was bound to his. If Xuan Yin tried to break free from Zi Yuan and made any moves, he would immediately detect it.

Moreover, if he wanted to, he could take over Zi Yuan's control at any time. With the addition of the Three-Eyed Crow, that would be a triple guarantee, giving him complete control over Xuan Yin.

Now that the hidden danger of Xuan Yin is gone, Lu Fan can continue to focus on forming his core without any distractions.

This time, he didn't care about the length of time and slowly refined it.

In this way, time naturally flies by.

After Lu Fan sat in meditation for another year, the elixir in his dantian finally began to change.

It began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on a large scale.

Lu Fan misjudged another matter: his speed of absorbing spiritual energy was several times faster than that of ordinary cultivators!

This caused the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect to surge into the cave, although there was no particularly huge surge of spiritual energy.

Even with such a massive absorption of spiritual energy, a huge vortex of spiritual energy still gathered above the cave.

Moreover, it is continuous and shows no sign of weakening.

"Your spiritual root is really bad. You've been cultivating for two and a half years and you've only just managed to fuse into a core? At this rate, it'll probably take another three years before you can even form a core," Xuan Yin said, staring at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan opened his eyes helplessly and said, "Grandmaster, please stop mocking me. This swallowing effect is not what I want to see either."

After saying that, Lu Fan ignored Xuan Yin and continued to condense the golden pill.

He was also helpless. At first, he wanted to form his core within a year and a half, but he underestimated the difficulty of forming his core with his mutated spiritual root.

I hadn't intended to make such a big fuss, but the mutated spiritual root had a huge demand for spiritual energy. Even before it reached the point of forming a core, it had already begun to devour spiritual energy.

This led to one consequence: Lu Fan was exposed...

At this moment, in the residential area near the small square of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, almost all the disciples of the sect felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converging in the same direction.

This startled the sword sect disciples, who gathered in the small square, all staring in disbelief.

"Why is there another strange phenomenon in the heavens and earth? Could it be that another Supreme Elder has passed away?"

"No! If another Supreme Elder passes away, the Xuan Yang Sword Sect will only have two left!"

"Shut your mouths, you jinxes! Ancestor Heavenly Fire and Ancestor Jing still have over a hundred years left to live; how could they possibly pass away peacefully!"

At this moment, Zhang Shouye, who had come upon hearing the commotion, also gave a stern rebuke.

"Senior brother, you are very knowledgeable, what exactly is going on?" a disciple asked.

Zhang Shouye immediately raised his hand and released his flying sword, leaping into the sky. Only then could he clearly see the huge vortex of spiritual energy hidden behind the mountain.

"Core Formation? How can someone be forming their Core! Are they crazy? Do they want to die?!" Zhang Shouye exclaimed in shock after seeing the situation.

This exclamation was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, leaving all the disciples in shock. They all soared into the air and looked towards the back mountain.

"Who is forming their Core?"

"I don't know!"

"This is like an old man hanging himself; he's got a death wish!"

The disciples were all dumbfounded.

"What are you all standing there for! Quickly go and count the number of people, and find out which fellow disciple has reached the Core Formation stage!" a disciple shouted.

Zhang Shouye was momentarily stunned, then his mind went blank for a second, as if struck by lightning, and he exclaimed, "I know! Li Erniu! That kid!"

Clearly, besides the senior brother who passed away, only Li Erniu remains in this back mountain area.

...

at the same time.

At this moment, in a secret chamber of the secluded cultivation cliff, Ancestor Jingchuan, who had been meditating, slowly opened his eyes. With a sweep of his divine sense, he discovered that the spiritual energy in his cave was also slowly dissipating outwards like wisps of smoke.

Jing Chuan slowly stood up and followed the wisp of escaping spiritual energy to the outside world. In the cave beside him, the Heavenly Fire Ancestor also came out.

The two stood on the secluded cliff, gazing towards the back mountain...

"A disciple has reached the Core Formation stage?" Ancestor Tianhuo was filled with disbelief after just one glance.

"Those disciples had already lost their Dao heart and had no intention of pursuing the Dao, so how could they have formed their cores? Could they be new disciples who joined us during our seclusion?" Jing Chuan frowned, clearly surprised.

"Hahaha! Regardless of whether they are new or not, after hundreds of years, my Xuan Yang Sword Sect finally has a disciple who has achieved the Core Formation!" Ancestor Tian Huo burst into laughter, clearly quite excited.

"Senior brother, don't be too happy yet. Have you forgotten the painful lessons of the past?" Jingchuan said.

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Fire Ancestor's laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a solemn expression. He said, "You're right, but regardless, having a disciple achieve Core Formation is a good thing. With you and me personally protecting him, I refuse to believe this strange curse can persist indefinitely!"

The two elders lost interest in continuing their seclusion and simply stood on the seclusion cliff, gazing at the back mountain.

At this moment, Lu Fan can be considered to have gotten a good deal. After all, when other sects have cultivators who have reached the Core Formation stage, the sects will at most send some Foundation Establishment or Golden Core stage cultivators to protect them.

When Lu Fan formed his Golden Core, two Nascent Soul sword cultivators personally protected him; such a display of power was truly extraordinary.

At this moment, Lu Fan, who was in his cave, was still working hard to form his core and was completely unaware of the situation outside.

And just like that, another year quietly passed.

For Lu Fan, it was three and a half years of cultivation, but for Ancestor Jing and Ancestor Tianhuo, it seemed as if Lu Fan had only been in seclusion for a year.

This inevitably worried the two elders.

"It's been a year. In the past, cultivators of our Xuan Yang Sword Sect would suddenly die after more than a year and a half of forming their core. Now, there are still six months left before that unpredictable accident. I wonder if this kid can hold on," Ancestor Tian Huo said slowly, staring into the distance.

"For the past year, we have used our divine sense to scan this place every day to ensure that it is safe and sound. But if an accident happens in six months, then we can only say that it is the fate of my Xuan Yang Sword Sect," Jing Chuan shook his head.

The more Ancestor Jing said this, the more worried Ancestor Tianhuo became, pacing back and forth anxiously, his mind uneasy.

After all, whether this disciple can successfully form his core is directly related to whether the Xuan Yang Sword Sect can break the curse of sudden death during the core formation stage.