Treasure Gathering Immortal Furnace

Lu Fan knew in his heart that although the Ancient Heart Ancestor did not seem to be angry, he did not hold a grudge against him for taking away the Sword Pavilion's inheritance treasure.

In reality, if they hadn't held a grudge, they probably would have asked for the treasures back on the spot and returned them, and then nothing would have happened.

But he said something like, "If it's easy to use, use it for a few more years." This clearly shows that he was still angry, but he just didn't show it on the spot.

Or perhaps, since the Sword Pavilion suffered a setback many years ago, they would definitely want their own disciples to make up for it. It's obvious that they want Gu Shuo and Gu Chen to make a move inside the Li Huo Cave, which is extremely cunning.

Of course, the Heavenly Fire Ancestor was aware of this, and immediately transmitted his voice to Lu Fan: "Nephew Lu, it seems that this Old Monster Gu Xin has no intention of negotiating with us. You must be extremely careful when you enter the Li Huo Cave, and do not get separated from Young Friend Chu."

"Disciple understands," Lu Fan replied.

Just then, two groups of people emerged from the other two flying boats. One group was led by Xuanxuzi from the Dao Sect, along with Steward Ma and Elder Wanyang.

The other flying boat belonged to Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhimo.

At this point, all the parties involved had arrived.

Lu Fan naturally focused his attention on the Dao Sect, after all, it was his former sect.

To his surprise, Steward Ma was also among them, and it seemed that he had also successfully formed his core.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw the list. I never expected to see it with my own eyes. It really is Junior Brother Lu!" Deacon Ma looked at Lu Fan with deep disbelief in his eyes.

The most surprised of all was Xuanxuzi, whose old eyes fixed intently on Lu Fan, asking, "How did this boy achieve Core Formation after joining the Xuanyang Sword Sect?"

"Ancestor! This is incredible! Junior Brother Lu has a mutated mixed spiritual root! Can this mutated mixed spiritual root really form a core?" Deacon Ma's eyes were filled with shock.

At this moment, Xuanxuzi's expression was also uncertain. Obviously, the formation of the core by this mutated mixed spiritual root was too shocking, even for a Nascent Soul cultivator with a deep sense of composure.

But when I actually saw this disciple who had left the Dao Sect successfully form his core in another sect, I still couldn't quite believe it.

"What Junior Brother Lu? He has already joined the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, he is no longer a disciple of the Dao Sect," Wan Yang said.

"Senior brother...that's not the point. Junior Brother Lu has a mutated mixed spiritual root. How many rare and precious materials will it take for him to form his core? Does the Xuan Yang Sword Sect have that much resources to support him?" Deacon Ma was still full of shock.

"I think it's unlikely that this boy formed his core on his own. Perhaps Cheng Yun knew his time was coming to an end and gave him a boost to help him form his core."

"After all, his joining the Xuan Yang Sword Sect coincided with the time of Cheng Yun's passing, and this kid also seized a lot of the Dew of Creation from the Blood Spirit Sect, which can be of great help."

Xuanxuzi analyzed.

"This...?" Steward Ma was also taken aback.

"The Xuan Yang Sword Sect has been cursed with sudden death at the Core Formation stage for hundreds of years. Perhaps Cheng Yun wants to try one last time before he passes away to see if the curse can be broken."

"So we chose this seemingly useless mutated mixed spiritual root. If he also dies suddenly, it won't be a loss to the Xuan Yang Sword Sect. If he really succeeds in the empowerment and forms his core smoothly, the curse can be broken."

Xuanxuzi had never seen a mutated mixed spiritual root form a core, and he thought it was absolutely impossible, which is why he thought of this possibility.

In the world of cultivation, there are many sect patriarchs who pass away and bestow a portion of their cultivation upon disciples with less talent.

However, this also has great drawbacks. The cultivator who receives the empowerment can only reach the early stage of Core Formation for life, and the Golden Core obtained through the empowerment is not as powerful as the one he condenses himself; it is weaker than that of an ordinary Core Formation cultivator.

"What the ancestor said makes sense. Our Daoist sect had a similar case a thousand years ago," Wan Yang nodded slightly.

"I never expected that Junior Brother Lu would actually have such a great opportunity. Even if it's just an initiation, he can still be considered a Core Formation cultivator," Steward Ma said, also finding it unbelievable.

"Alright, what's there to care about a disciple who has betrayed the sect? Your task is to try your best to reach the second and third levels and obtain as many treasures as possible," Xuanxuzi said slowly.

"Yes," Wan Yang cupped his hands in greeting.

At the same time, Song Zhiyuan, who was standing on the flying boat, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze also fixed on Lu Fan. Unlike the old ghost who secretly harbored resentment, and unlike Gu Chen who shouted and pointed at him, he just watched quietly without showing too much hostility.

"Senior brother, was it that kid who killed Junior Brother Yu He?" a middle-aged man standing to the side asked.

This middle-aged man, like Song Zhiyuan, wore a gold-embroidered Taoist robe and a Taoist crown. He was none other than Song Zhimo, the second peak elder of the early Core Formation stage of the One Qi Sect.

"That's right, it's him," Song Zhiyuan said calmly.

"This kid has offended so many people, yet he still dares to come to the Li Huo Cave. Isn't he afraid of being attacked by the masses?" Song Zhimo said.

"Since this kid dared to come, he must be relying on the power of the Heavenly Fire Old Monster. He thinks he has a Nascent Soul cultivator as a backer and no one dares to touch him. Little does he know that a tiger in its twilight years has no dignity to speak of." Song Zhiyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes showing contempt for Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Senior brother, once we enter the Li Huo Cave, kill this boy immediately to avenge Junior Brother Yu He!" Song Zhiming said solemnly.

"No rush. We're not the only ones who want him dead. Uncle Gu Chen, his nephew, and the three old ghosts, Youhun, are also here. We just need to wait for the right moment to behead him with one sword! To avenge the tragic death of Junior Brother Yu He!" A golden light flashed in Song Zhiyuan's eyes, sharp as lightning!

hum!

However, just as Song Zhiyuan was plotting how to take the opportunity to kill Lu Fan, a flame, like a ghost, suddenly appeared above Song Zhiyuan's head!

One second Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhimo were calm and composed, but the next second their faces turned pale with shock. When they looked up, they saw the Heavenly Fire Ancestor with his arms crossed, quietly floating above their heads.

This caused Song Zhiyuan, who had just been incredibly arrogant, mocking the Heavenly Fire Ancestor as a tiger in its twilight years, to turn deathly pale instantly. He and Song Zhiming hurriedly bowed and said, "Junior Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhiming greet Senior Heavenly Fire!"

"No need," the Heavenly Fire Ancestor raised his hand and said, "Youngsters of the One Qi Sect, I know that you two have some grudges with my junior nephew Lu Fan, but let's drop this matter. My junior nephew Lu is entering the Li Huo Cave, so you two had better behave yourselves."

"If he is ambushed or attacked by you inside, and I find out, I will burn your entire Qi Gate to the ground!"

Upon hearing Elder Tianhuo's blatant threat, Song Zhiyuan's face darkened almost instantly. However, Song Zhiming, standing beside him, couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Senior Tianhuo! We haven't even mentioned the matter of your sect's disciple killing Elder Yu He of my Yi Qi Sect. As a senior, how can you threaten us first?"

"Hmm?" Ancestor Tianhuo's eyes widened instantly, and his Nascent Soul pressure erupted almost immediately!

Almost instantly, Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhimo, who had been standing steadily just a second ago, suddenly felt an extremely terrifying pressure crashing down on them, their knees buckled, and they almost collapsed on the spot!

Below the Nascent Soul stage, all are mere ants! Even though the Heavenly Fire Ancestor said nothing, just a single divine sense from him was enough to terrify Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhimo!

Song Zhiyuan turned pale with fright and hurriedly cupped his hands, saying, "Senior! This junior has absolutely no intention of harboring hatred towards your sect! Nor will I seek revenge. I beg you to show mercy!"

"Hmph! That's more like it," Ancestor Tianhuo snorted, his figure disappearing instantly as he returned to the Wangyue Sect's flying boat.