Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Three streaks of fire fell around them. Zhang Mutong's face was filled with panic, his hand holding a red glazed bead trembled, and his whole body shook.

His voice was hoarse and dry: "Immortal, Immortal, spare my life."

Su Ming did not respond to him, but instead kept practicing some kind of move with his sword. He came from a humble background and had not read any profound sword manuals. The Su family had never produced any profound sword cultivators. In fact, he was the first person to cultivate sword qi.

He only managed to cultivate sword energy by relying on the insights given to him by the voice in his mind, or by sudden enlightenment. However, he could never grasp the so-called sword essence, which is to give sword energy "spirit".

Until that day, when I touched the [Azure Ruler] and probed it with my spiritual sense, I saw that bluish-white moonlight.

He pondered and reflected on it night after night, and through some inexplicable intuition, he finally began to understand its meaning.

When the owner of that sword intent sealed it into the [Green Ruler] that day, besides some resentment, what was hidden deepest in that sword intent should have been longing and expectation.

"That elder of the Li family must be a person as steadfast as a pine tree and as bright as the moon."

As Su Ming pondered, the longsword in his hand hummed softly in the wind. After achieving Foundation Establishment, he thought for a long time about whether to return to the desert with Yu Yuxi or revive the Su family. He indeed wanted to become the kind of person described in the words in his mind.

The longsword flamed up, and with a casual slash, a sword aura wrapped in flames flew out, but suddenly merged into a ball in mid-air, from which a bird with a long tail darted out.

It cried out in the air, flapped its wings, and charged fiercely toward the demonic cultivator.

Zhang Mutong's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly urged the magic weapon in his hand to strike. The moment the blood and light touched, the bird emitting flames suddenly split into three, two of them pecking into his eye sockets and one darting into his chest and abdomen.

Without any struggle or screams, the demonic cultivator's body was split into three parts in an instant, and his corpse turned to ashes as he fell.

The magic sword in Su Ming's hand completely shattered, but a gray-red bird darted out from the hilt. It turned into a speck of light and fluttered between Su Ming's hands before disappearing without a trace.

Li Yuanjiao, who had also cultivated sword energy, naturally knew what Su Ming's move represented.

With the scourge of demonic cultivators eliminated and the clan's cultivators largely unharmed, he showed some joy on his face and immediately offered his congratulations: "Congratulations, Senior Su, on cultivating sword essence; your sword intent is within reach."

"Thank you for telling me about your family's [Three-Part Moonlight]," Su Ming said with delight.

He then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Kong Heng, who had come to help, saying, "It was thanks to the Taoist teachings the Master shared with me that I was able to come up with this move."

Li Yuanjiao wanted to say something more, but then he saw Su Ming's expression change and he hurriedly rushed towards the demonic cultivator's corpse.

Fortunately, Li Xuanxuan was present. He always cherished spiritual resources and stones. He had already taken the storage bags from the corpses of the demonic cultivators as soon as they fell to the ground, and then found the bead in the grass.

The group found a pavilion to sit in, and Su Ming emptied the contents of several bags one by one, instantly filling the pavilion with various colored spiritual lights.

Stopping Li Yuanjiao from speaking, Su Ming said casually, "I alone can't stop these demonic cultivators. Since everyone has contributed, the spiritual resources should naturally be shared. This is..."

Su Ming suddenly remembered something, and a smile appeared on his face: "This is something a senior taught me. People gather for profit and become close for affection. If I were to take it all for myself, it wouldn't be a good rule."

"Besides, I will soon be heading to Jianmen, and then I will return to the north to settle a grudge. It will be some time before Yuxi comes out of seclusion. Not only have I occupied your cave, but now demonic cultivators are rampant, and we will have to rely on the nobles for help."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanjiao stopped talking. In addition, Li Xizhi had not yet gathered enough spirit stones to purchase spiritual energy, so now was not the time to refuse.

After the group finished distributing the spiritual items on the table, several non-clan Qi cultivators, seeing that they still had things to discuss, happily took their leave with clasped hands.

Su Ming pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Li Qinghong: "Miss Qinghong, I wonder if your marksmanship could be passed on to others..."

Li Qinghong naturally understood his meaning, and cupped his hands, saying, "My spear skills are also inherited from the Fei family. If Fellow Daoist Yu wishes to learn, Qinghong will naturally do his best to teach you."

"Alright," Su Ming placed the magic mirror on the table, "I will use this as a gift for my Yu Xi's formal education. She... is rather slow-witted, so I hope Miss Qing Hong will be lenient with her."

Before Li Qinghong could refuse, he placed another storage bag on the table and said to Li Yuanjiao, "Since this magic weapon of mine will damage itself, then forget about the longsword. These spirit stones will serve as compensation for the damage, and we will turn the unfinished longsword into a spear."

Seeing that Li Yuanjiao nodded and accepted the gift, Su Ming took out another storage bag: "I will not be cultivating on this trip, and I am not yet clear about the current situation in the north. I will leave these extra spiritual resources with you for now. You can use them if you need them urgently."

Seeing Su Ming's posture, Li Yuanjiao asked with some doubt, "Senior, why don't you wait until the chaos ends before setting off? These demonic cultivators have caused widespread resentment, and the various sects should be sending people to quell the unrest soon."

Su Ming asked Li Yuanjiao for a new Nascent Soul level longsword, put it into his storage bag, and then said, "We need chaos. Demonic cultivators are looting everywhere, carrying all their spiritual resources. The [Fire] path is best at combat. Now that I've cultivated Sword Essence, wouldn't it be a waste not to go and wreak havoc?"

Kong Heng, who was listening from the side, looked helpless and said softly, "Daoist, you must be careful of Da Yu when you go to the north. It would be best to stay far away from Shi Xiu."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Southern Xinjiang, Bifu Mountain Danfang.

As Shen Lufu took out a fragrant pill from the alchemy furnace, a look of covetousness flashed across his face, but he had no choice but to put it into a small white jade bottle and seal it with a secret method.

Even though Minghua was gone, it was still paying the price for that [Tianyi Chunyuan]. Its face was quite distressed, and a sinister glint flashed in its vertical pupils. In the end, it could only sigh helplessly.

Just as he was thinking of sending another batch of ingredients into the furnace, a figure suddenly appeared before him, standing on the furnace and peering inside through the furnace opening.

Canlu Fu was terrified and immediately knelt down, saying respectfully, "My lord..."

It swore it was thinking about that damned wolf demon, and hadn't slandered this lord, so how did it suddenly end up here again?

"Shen Lu Fu, how long has it been since you've fought with anyone?"

The demon, who resembled a young boy, bowed respectfully before saying, "The last time this humble demon fought someone was when a monk came to the seaside and said he wanted to convert me into a mount!"

The interests of the Southern Frontier have been divided up by a few demon kings. Having mastered the Five Laws for a long time, naturally no demon would dare to come looking for trouble.

"You shall refine elixirs here for the next few days; I need to borrow something from you."

With her life in someone else's hands, Canlu Fu naturally dared not have any objections, and her expression became even more respectful: "It is my good fortune that you, my lord, have taken a liking to me."

Then, the figure above lightly waved his hand, and Canlu Fu felt something suddenly missing in her body, and her aura weakened.

"I'll take the [Ugly Sunflower] first."