The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"Bang!"

His head exploded! His skeletal body crashed to the ground!

"The second punch will be the creation of 30,000 skeleton puppets for you."

Upon seeing this, Granny Soul Demon turned and fled! With a flick of her Myriad Soul Banner, she transformed into a black wind and soared into the sky!

Chen Xuan didn't even look at it, and flicked his finger.

A wisp of sword energy pierced the air, arriving before the enemy and penetrating the black wind!

"ah--!!!"

The Soul Demon Granny screamed and fell from the black wind. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner exploded, and countless vengeful souls scattered and fled!

Chen Xuan raised his hand and grabbed all the vengeful spirits, forcibly drawing them back into a ball and sending them into the cycle of reincarnation.

The Soul Demon Granny collapsed to the ground, her soul severely damaged.

"The third punch is for the nine thousand souls you imprisoned."

Chen Xuan didn't throw a punch; he just glanced at her.

His eyes were like swords.

The Soul Demon Granny's body stiffened, the divine light in her eyes dissipated, and her breath ceased.

His soul was completely annihilated by that one glance!

Within three breaths, two of the three elders of the Demonic Sect died and one was seriously injured!

Nangong Lie and the others trembled all over and turned to flee!

"You want to leave now?"

Chen Xuan turned around and looked at the thirteen fleeing figures, a cold glint in his eyes:

"It's too late."

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

"boom!!!"

The space within a ten-mile radius froze! Thirteen figures were frozen in mid-air, unable to move!

"Three hundred years ago, I drove you out of the Central Plains to give you a chance to repent and start anew."

Chen Xuan took a step forward and stood before Nangong Lie:

"But you... show no remorse."

He pointed his fingers like a sword and touched Nangong Lie's brow.

"puff."

A hole pierced through his brow, his soul and spirit annihilated.

Nangong Lie's body fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Chen Xuan turned around and looked at the remaining twelve people:

"And you?"

"Holy Master, spare us! We were all coerced by Nangong Lie!"

"Yes, Holy Master! We know we were wrong! We are willing to accept any punishment!"

"We beg the Holy Teacher for mercy!"

The twelve men knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly.

Chen Xuan remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and waved.

Twelve sword energies entered their dantian.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Twelve golden pills shattered simultaneously!

His cultivation was completely destroyed!

The twelve people collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.

"I'll cripple your cultivation, but spare your lives."

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Go back and tell all the forces that I protect the Jade Purity Sword Ruins. Anyone who dares to offend me again will suffer the same fate as Nangong Lie."

He paused, then added:

"The Demonic Sect is also included."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the heavily injured Blood Demon Elder.

The Blood Demon Elder struggled to his feet, laughing bitterly, "Chen Xuan...you killed me today, and the Demonic Sect will not let you go...the Sect Master...is already at the Nascent Soul stage..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Xuan pointed and slashed.

As the sword energy swept past, the Blood Demon Elder's body exploded, and his soul was annihilated.

"Nascent Soul?"

Chen Xuan looked eastward, towards the Demon Sect's headquarters, his voice calm:

"Let him come."

"I'll be waiting."

.......

Jade Purity Sword Ruins, inside the mountain gate

Ling Xiaozhi, along with the elders, knelt and kowtowed:

"Thank you so much, Holy Master, for saving my life!"

Chen Xuan raised his hand, and a gentle force lifted them up:

"No need for formalities. Where is Pei Hanchuan?"

"Grandmaster Uncle is still in seclusion at the Sword Tomb..."

Ling Xiaozi hesitated, "However, the Sword Tomb Secret Realm experienced fluctuations due to the recent battle, I'm afraid..."

Chen Xuan looked into the depths of the Sword Ruins, at the valley filled with ancient swords.

"I'll go take a look."

He took a step and disappeared from the spot.

When it reappeared, it was already at the entrance to the Sword Tomb.

Sword energy crisscrossed the valley, but in the deepest part, a violent sword intent was raging—it was the backlash from Pei Hanchuan's failed attempt to break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

Chen Xuan frowned and stepped into the Sword Tomb.

Deep within the Sword Tomb.

Pei Hanchuan sat cross-legged in the center of ten thousand swords, his body surrounded by violent sword energy, his green robe torn, and blood seeping from his seven orifices.

The "Hanchuan Sword" was stuck in front of him, its blade trembling and cracking. His natal sword was damaged, and the backlash was even more severe!

"Backlash from inner demons?"

Chen Xuan saw through it at a glance.

When Pei Hanchuan was attempting to break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his inner demons stirred up memories of his defeat at the hands of Chen Xuan three hundred years ago, causing his sword heart to become unstable and ultimately leading to his failure.

Chen Xuan raised his hand and lightly touched Pei Hanchuan's brow with one finger.

"wake up."

The two words, like the resounding toll of a bell, exploded in Pei Hanchuan's mind!

Pei Hanchuan trembled violently, abruptly opened his eyes, saw Chen Xuan, was first taken aback, then smiled bitterly:

"Sir... I've lost again."

"Whom did they lose to?"

"...Defeated by myself."

Chen Xuan looked at him: "That defeat three hundred years ago, you still haven't let it go?"

Pei Hanchuan remained silent for a long time before whispering, "I can't let it go. That sword... it's too deeply etched in my memory."

Chen Xuan shook his head: "Then let's watch it one more time."

He raised his hand and pointed his fingers like a sword.

"Watch closely."

"I will only use this sword once."

A light stroke with the sword's finger.

There was no light, no sword energy, only a pure "intention".

That is the ultimate swordsmanship, the origin of all swords returning to their source, and the realm that Pei Hanchuan pursued for three hundred years without success.

Pei Hanchuan's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the sword.

Three breaths later, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the confusion in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only clarity.

"I see."

He rose and bowed deeply to Chen Xuan:

"Thank you for your guidance, sir."

Chen Xuan stopped: "How much you can comprehend depends on yourself."

He turned and left, leaving behind the words:

"It's only the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm; there's no need to rush."

Pei Hanchuan stood there, watching Chen Xuan's departing figure, and suddenly smiled.

A laugh of relief, a laugh of freedom.

"Yes...why rush it?"

He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes again.

This time, swordsmanship was clear.

.......

Qingcheng Mountain, three days later.

When Chen Xuan returned to the Taoist temple, Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er were playing chess in the courtyard.

Upon seeing him return, the two of them stood up at the same time.

"Sir, what about the Jade Purity Sword Ruins...?"

Wu Minghuang hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

"It's resolved." Chen Xuan sat down and accepted the tea that Lu Yao handed him.

Shangguan Wan'er said softly, "The three elders of the Demonic Sect have perished, Nangong Lie is dead, and the Golden Core cultivators of twelve factions have been crippled... This matter has shaken the entire cultivation world."

Wu Minghuang laughed and said, "Now everyone outside is saying that when the Holy Master is angry, corpses will be piled up for miles. All those forces that were originally restless have become obedient."

Chen Xuan took a sip of tea and remained silent.

He simply looked eastward, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Demon Sect Master...

Is it the Nascent Soul stage?

He wanted to see how much progress the Demonic Sect had made in this lifetime.

Outside the courtyard, Taiqingzi hurried over, holding a crimson gold invitation in his hands:

"Holy Master, Kunlun Yuxuzi has sent an invitation. In three days, Kunlun will hold a 'Discussion Conference' to invite cultivators from all over the world to discuss the grand plan for the revival of spiritual energy."

"It is specifically noted that...the Holy Master must be present."

Chen Xuan took the invitation and glanced at it.

"A philosophical discussion?"

He chuckled softly:

"It's probably... a trap."

Wu Minghuang frowned: "Are you going, sir?"

"go."

Chen Xuan put down the invitation. "Why aren't you going?"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"Let's see how many reckless fools there are in this world."

A mountain breeze rustled through the old plum trees in the courtyard.