Treasure Gathering Immortal Furnace

Wang Qingzhu glanced coldly at Gu Chen, then transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the misty forest.

However, it was obvious that Wang Qingzhu was extremely unhappy, so he only used his Core Formation Escape Light to catch up and did not speed up at all.

Even so, the escape speed of a Core Formation cultivator is far beyond what Lu Fan, at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, can match.

Not long after he flew into the misty forest, he sensed divine sense scanning him from afar, locking onto him with extreme precision.

"Uncle-Master Wang?" Lu Fan sensed the intensity of the divine sense sweeping over him and naturally knew who it was.

However, Lu Fan did not blindly stop to recognize her, but continued to fly away, trying to find a safe place.

So it flew directly towards the ten mountains of the misty forest.

At this point, Wang Qingzhu was already very slow, but even though the Core Formation stage was slow, it was still able to catch up with the Foundation Establishment stage.

After chasing for a while, Wang Qingzhu grew impatient and finally spoke, "Fellow Daoist, I had no intention of taking your life. Just return the magic weapon you stole from the Sword Pavilion, and you are free to leave. I will not stop you. How about it?"

Lu Fan didn't reply, but continued flying forward.

Wang Qingzhu clearly didn't want to delay any longer. She then slightly increased her speed and instantly flashed in front of Lu Fan. She raised her hand and summoned a long sword. With a casual sweep, the sword light instantly attacked Lu Fan.

Lu Fan was caught off guard by Wang Qingzhu's sudden attack and hastily summoned the Eight Treasures Mirror to block.

Boom!

The Eight Treasures Mirror trembled instantly upon impact and was nearly bounced away.

Lu Fan felt a surge of energy and blood rushing through him. He quickly retreated to dissipate the force and simultaneously rushed towards the dense forest below.

Wang Qingzhu shook her head helplessly and followed closely behind.

As Lu Fan landed, Wang Qingzhu followed closely behind, her graceful figure landing elegantly in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, our cultivation levels are vastly different. Even with the help of a top-grade magic weapon, it can only protect you temporarily. It's best not to resist," Wang Qingzhu said calmly.

Upon hearing Wang Qingzhu's voice, Lu Fan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a touch of emotion.

"Why are you looking at me? Even if you keep looking, I won't let you go," Wang Qingzhu said, looking at the old man with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle-Master, it's been two years. How have you been in Sword Pavilion?" Lu Fan said this after the effects of the disguise pill had dissipated, and he had returned to his original appearance.

This sudden change left Wang Qingzhu stunned, her tender gaze fixed on Lu Fan without wavering.

"You... Lu Fan! What's going on! When did you advance to the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?" Wang Qingzhu's eyes lit up instantly as she looked at the young man in front of her in disbelief.

After a moment of distraction, Wang Qingzhu, without waiting for Lu Fan's reply, continued, "How did you become enemies with Gu Chen? And why did you leave the Dao Sect? Do you know how worried I was!"

"Forget it! Now is not the time to talk about this. You leave immediately! If Gu Shuo comes, I can't protect you!"

At this point, Wang Qingzhu hurriedly stepped forward to push Lu Fan.

"If Gu Shuo were in Thousand Peaks City, he would probably have caught up with us long ago. Since he hasn't come, he must be somewhere else. It won't be that fast," Lu Fan said.

"You're too reckless! What if it had been Gu Shuo who was chasing you, not me?" Wang Qingzhu said with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master, even Gu Shuo can't stop me," Lu Fan said confidently.

This wasn't Lu Fan being arrogant; he genuinely had the confidence that Zi Yuan's regular combat strength wouldn't be a match for a Core Formation cultivator.

But if you really push him to the limit, even if you have to abandon the puppet Zi Yuan and use your true essence to fight Gu Shuo to the death without regard for the cost or damage, it shouldn't be a problem to buy him a few breaths and give him time to escape.

As long as he escapes the spiritual sense range of a Core Formation cultivator and plunges into the misty forest to hide his aura, Gu Shuo would have to spend several years turning the misty forest upside down to find him.

"Your reliance is the Purple Iris Puppet, isn't it?" Wang Qingzhu rolled her eyes and said.

"Uncle-Master knows?" Lu Fan was taken aback.

"Gu Chen said that Li Niu had a Core Formation puppet. Now that I see it's you, I know it's Mo Li's Purple Iris puppet."

"You brat, you lied to me before and said you didn't hide Mo Li's storage bag!"

Wang Qingzhu glared at her irritably.

"Please forgive me, Uncle-Master. The situation was complicated at the time, so I had no choice but to keep it a secret," Lu Fan said awkwardly.

"It seems that your advancement to the peak of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment with your mutated mixed spiritual root was entirely due to your puppet, Zi Yuan, right?" Wang Qingzhu naturally linked Lu Fan's strength with Zi Yuan.

"Yes," Lu Fan replied, unable to reveal the matter of the Heaven-Mending Furnace.

"No matter how strong a Core Formation puppet is, you can't rely on it too much. If the Sword Pavilion gets angry and sends another Core Formation puppet, you will have no chance of escaping death," Wang Qingzhu said earnestly.

"I understand," Lu Fan said.

"Furthermore, you must take Ziyuan and leave immediately. I don't care whether you return to the mortal world to marry and have children, or join another sect to settle down, you absolutely cannot have any further dealings with the Sword Pavilion!" Wang Qingzhu said.

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master. I won't make enemies with the Sword Pavilion for now, and I won't return to Thousand Peaks City after I leave," Lu Fan obediently complied with Wang Qingzhu's wishes.

"That's good," Wang Qingzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle-Master, did that old bastard Gu Xin plant a magic weapon inside your body?" Lu Fan asked.

When asked, Wang Qingzhu's eyes revealed a complex expression, then she raised her slender hand and grasped Lu Fan's hand.

Wang Qingzhu's sudden action left Lu Fan momentarily stunned.

Then Wang Qingzhu took Lu Fan's hand and gently placed it on her soft, supple abdomen.

Feeling Wang Qingzhu's cool lower abdomen, Lu Fan immediately released his divine sense.

In an instant!

Divine sense invaded Wang Qingzhu's dantian and directly observed the situation within it.

Inside the Qi Sea, next to the golden core that shimmered with golden light, a long sword, entirely crimson and accompanied by streaks of electricity, floated silently.

The longsword relentlessly absorbed energy from Wang Qingzhu's golden core, and even occasionally unleashed lightning to forcibly stimulate the golden core to release more energy.

This parasitic organism, resembling a blood leech, was draining Wang Qingzhu's life force almost every second.

Upon seeing this scene, Lu Fan's face turned ashen.

"This magical artifact is called the Nine Dragons Thunderfire Sword. It was forged by three Nascent Soul elders of the Sword Pavilion over several hundred years by collecting materials."

"Moreover, it used the essence of an eighth-order flood dragon as its artifact spirit, making it extremely powerful. Once it is nurtured into a true treasure, the future of the Great Yan Dynasty will likely belong to the Sword Pavilion."

Wang Qingzhu spoke earnestly, fully aware of the powerful magic weapon she had nurtured for Gu Xin.

"That old bastard!" Lu Fan clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger rising to his head.

"I've told you so much, shown you my current situation, just to tell you to give up any hope of helping me. That's something you absolutely can't do."

"And I only have sixty years left to live, it's not worth risking my life for a dying person."

Wang Qingzhu looked at Lu Fan and spoke slowly.

She understood that a mutated, mixed spiritual root might be able to break through to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, or even the late-Foundation Establishment stage, with the help of a Core Formation puppet, but it would never be able to form a Core.

Because the amount of Golden Marrow Pills and Heart-Stabilizing Pills required for the formation of the Core Formation of Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots is quite large, not to mention advancing to the Nascent Soul stage to save her.

The probability of such an event occurring is less than one in ten thousand.

"Sixty years? Martial Uncle, you can't let the Thunderfire Sword drain your life force. You must delay it! Even if you can't delay it for a hundred years, at least delay it for eighty years!"

"Just eighty years! I'll save you!"

Lu Fan said with a firm look in his eyes.