This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 394 This is blatant cheating!
Feng Wenshu came to Tianzong to express his loyalty, which was for the benefit of the Feng family, and that is only natural and understandable. However, it was wrong of him to say it to their faces without any attempt to conceal it.

The Sword Master of Bright Clouds slowly rose, instructing the Sword Master of Nirvana to continue waiting there, and led Xiang Yuan to see the Sect Master, Ji Wuzhou.

Throughout the journey, he slowly transmitted his admonitions, repeatedly emphasizing loyalty, even if it was just an act, he had to act as if he were utterly loyal.

These weren't Mingxia Sword Master's exact words, but a rough translation conveyed the same meaning. Xiang Yuan heard it but didn't take it seriously. Ji Boli said that the three families of Tianzong were used to family-style inheritance, and if they suddenly switched to a communal system, everyone would outwardly support them and be willing to sacrifice their lives for Tianzong, but when the time came, they would all be more cowardly than the last.

After all, they really have a large and powerful family!

Ji Boli also said that the Sword Master of Mingxia only submitted willingly after being beaten to his knees by Ji Wuzhou.

In other words, Mingxia Sword Master, like everyone else, came to Tianzong to curry favor with Ji Wuzhou for the sake of her family's interests, going against her conscience. After being the leader for so long, suddenly becoming someone else's little sister is such a huge change that she's probably furious.

More like the sect leader's wife!

Sword Master Mingxia patiently explained loyalty, and Xiang Yuan listened and nodded. As they approached the summit of the main peak, "Wen Dao Peak," they saw twelve white jade pavilions standing in the sea of ​​clouds.

Ahead, the 999 steps of the 'Stairway to Heaven' emitted a faint spiritual light. With each step taken, the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) became more concentrated.

When Xiang Yuan reached the summit of the main peak, his entire body was bathed in a rich spiritual energy that made him clear and bright, and even the tips of his hair and the corners of his clothes were imbued with a star-like spiritual charm.

He raised his head in confusion, glancing at the sun, moon, and stars that were still evolving in the sky. The feeling that Mount Dacheng gave him was... as if it were not in the Qianyuan Realm.

Or rather, because of the mountain-protecting formation, the celestial phenomena evolved into a cosmic law that is different from that of the Qianyuan Realm.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be Yan Xuanhe's work.

The old man severed the heavens with a single sword strike, cutting off others' path to immortality, yet leaving the possibility of further advancement within the Heavenly Sect. Such actions can be described as monopolistic cultivation.

The question is, after Yan Xuanhe, the Heavenly Sect has no more invincible experts, and it has even split into three, failing to live up to its former glory. Is there any explanation for this?
Suddenly a gentle breeze dispersed the thin mist, and the view opened up before us.

The sea of ​​clouds surged like a tide, and twelve white jade pavilions stood in the air, shimmering with colorful light under the rising sun.

These pavilions are connected by black iron chains, which emit a clear and melodious sound as they rise and fall with the clouds. The long rainbow bridge seems to represent the twelve earthly branches. Most amazingly, these pavilions are actually moving slowly.

Its senses are sharp, allowing it to see very clearly. It moves slowly, but its movements are constantly changing, not static.

"This place is the Twelve Pavilions of the Heavenly Sect, which represent the Earthly Branches. The 'Ten Classics of the Heavenly Sect' passed down by the Heavenly Sect represent the Heavenly Stems. When the two are combined, there is a cycle of sixty Jiazi."

Looking at the twelve white jade palaces, the Sword Master Mingxia said slowly, "As the head of the Feng family, you should have heard that each of the twelve Dao Pavilions corresponds to a celestial destiny, which is difficult for ordinary people to obtain. Only those with great fortune can obtain it and transcend tribulation to become an immortal."

Have not heard.

Please explain this part in detail!

Sword Master Mingxia had only heard about it, and she couldn't explain it in detail. She only knew that before Yan Xuanhe severed the heavens with his sword, there were indeed disciples of the Heavenly Sect who successfully ascended through the Twelve Dao Pavilions.

Later, the Twelve Pavilions became legendary decorations, and no one knew what the great opportunity actually was.

The rumor is so fantastical that it is highly credible.

Xiang Yuan followed the Sword Master Mingxia onto the Rainbow Bridge. Looking around, he saw towering pavilions, none of which had any gates. He boldly speculated about what this great opportunity might be.

It could be a legacy from the Heavenly Court or a rare and precious treasure. Furthermore, according to the obscure knowledge popularized by Bai Wuyan, the Twelve Dao Pavilions contain Dao Seeds.

Various possibilities exist. Xiang Yuan has inherited the Formless Seal Method and also possesses the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed within his body. Therefore, he hopes that the Twelve Dao Pavilions will become a treasure trove of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

When they met Ji Wuzhou, they cleared up their misunderstandings. Overjoyed, Ji Wuzhou generously bestowed all twelve treasure vaults upon his disciple.

This is what the young sect leader deserves!

Xiang Yuan chuckled to himself as he followed Sword Master Mingxia across the Rainbow Bridge. After leaving the Twelve Dao Pavilions, they arrived at the main hall of the Heavenly Sect—the Taixu Hall.

The grand hall, majestic and pure white, hangs above the sea of ​​clouds, its hazy light flowing amidst the rosy clouds. Its majesty and splendor are no less than the celestial palaces that Xiang Yuan had seen in the realm of gods.

Considering Yan Xuanhe's ability to sever the heavens with a single sword strike, causing the Qianyuan Realm and the Upper Heavenly Court to lose contact, this grand hall was very likely secretly moved here from the Heavenly Court at that time.

This isn't stealing, this is loot!

The Taixu Palace was empty, without a single person in sight. Xiang Yuan didn't see any scaffolding erected by the renovation team either. As he followed Sword Master Mingxia into the palace, he felt that it was empty and desolate, much like a poor household.

Upon entering the inner hall, the light suddenly dimmed, as if stepping into another world.

There were no lights or candles in the hall, only starlight floating on the four walls, illuminating the vast space like a starry river in the dead of night.

A figure stood with hands behind his back in the center of the hall. The figure was clearly right in front of him, but his aura was ethereal and unpredictable, as if he had merged with the world, or as if he were a void projection, not actually present.

There was no boat to cross the river.

Looking closely from afar, Ji Wuzhou's figure constantly shifted between reality and illusion, sometimes clear as a real person, sometimes faint as a reflection in water.

The mechanism is very strong; it's undoubtedly in the top three realms!

Xiang Yuan's impression of Ji Wuzhou was still that of a scruffy, unkempt philosopher, so seeing him suddenly possess the cultivation of the Upper Three Realms was a bit hard for him to accept.

Admittedly, without the powerful cultivation of the Upper Three Realms, it would be impossible to integrate the three families of the Heavenly Sect at lightning speed.

The contrast is so great that it feels unreal.

"Mingxia pays respects to the Grandmaster."

Sword Master Mingxia bowed respectfully, and Xiang Yuan, standing half a step behind him, followed suit, saying, "Feng Wenshu of the Heavenly Sword Feng Clan pays respects to the Grandmaster."

Ji Wuzhou slowly turned around, revealing a face somewhat similar to Senior Jiang's. His eyes were of different colors; his left eye seemed to hold the rising sun, while his right eye seemed to hold the cold moon. Wherever his gaze fell, the space seemed to freeze.

Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized that the shadow beneath his feet was twisted and deformed, showing a tendency to detach from its body and dissipate into a wisp of green smoke.

The same was true for the Sword Master Mingxia beside him; his shadow changed in sync, and countless shadow threads, like rivers flowing into the sea, twisted and merged into the starry night, eventually gathering into a constantly rotating chaotic shadow at Ji Wuzhou's feet.

“You are not Feng Wenshu.”

The duality in Ji Wuzhou's eyes faded, and he looked at Xiang Yuan expressionlessly, saying bluntly, "Feng Wenshu died three years ago. The one who took his life was an assassin from the Star Palace, and the one who paid to have him killed was the Ding family, one of the Five Lineages of the Heavenly Sword."

"..." x2
Xiang Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this, then suddenly realized and said, "So it was Ding who wanted to kill me, but unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. I was resurrected from the dead, and through destruction comes construction. My cultivation has greatly improved, which is why I have reached the level of a Grandmaster today."

Without saying a word, the Sword Master of Bright Clouds silently took two steps back, creating some distance between himself and Xiang Yuan.

“When Feng Wenshu was eighteen, he fell seriously ill and his health deteriorated to the point of stagnation. It was Ding who interfered with his health.”

Ji Wuzhou looked at Xiang Yuan indifferently: "It's not hard to count the dead. Xiang Yuan, it's really unwise of you to impersonate Feng Wenshu."

"..." x2
Without saying a word, the Sword Master of Bright Clouds moved a few steps away again, creating a considerable distance between himself and Xiang Yuan.

Wow, you've become so good at calculating things now?
Xiang Yuan's identity was exposed. He raised his hand and wiped his face to reveal his true appearance. He respectfully said, "Disciple Xiang Yuan greets Master."

"Registered disciple".

Ji Wuzhou shook his head slightly, leaving no room for negotiation: "It was not my wish to take you as my disciple. It just happened to be the right time. That's all. At this moment, we belong to two different families. We are enemies, not friends. Let's not talk about the master-disciple relationship."

He didn't want to waste any more words with Xiang Yuan. With a flick of his finger, he drew a circle on the ground, imprisoning Xiang Yuan within the spatial restriction. He then turned and slowly left, telling Mingxia to be more ruthless.

Watching Ji Wuzhou leave without a word, Xiang Yuan frowned and muttered to himself, "Heartless."

In that case, we might as well get rid of this second master we've only met twice!
It's just a master, right? He has no shortage of masters. If he doesn't have a broken boat, he has a simpleton and King Frieza. Which of these two masters is better than Ji Wuzhou?

"Wait a moment, Sect Master Ji."

Xiang Yuan called out to Ji Wuzhou, "May I ask, where is Ji Boli, who arrived at Dacheng Mountain before me?"

Look, I'm about to die. It's not too much to ask that I die in peace.

"Ji Boli did not come."

"..."

Xiang Yuan: ()
To be honest, he wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he thought it made perfect sense.

After Ji Wuzhou left, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

The Sword Master of Mingxia's face was ashen, and the sword intent in his eyes was almost tangible. He stared coldly at Xiang Yuan: "Such profound disguise skills. You ventured into Mount Dacheng alone. Should I praise your audacity or laugh at your self-destructive path?"

Xiang Yuan didn't care about dying, but he insisted on impersonating someone from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and even dragged her into becoming a guide, which really annoyed her.

The Sword Master of Bright Clouds lightly raised her hand, and a longsword with a vermilion scabbard hovered before her. The sword drew itself, its clear, melodious sound like a phoenix's cry, stirring ripples of sword energy within the hall. Even the surrounding starlight seemed to dim slightly at its sharpness. "This is called skill and daring..."

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath, and the space around him rippled like water, the invisible barrier creaking under the strain. Then, with a sudden jolt, he forcefully twisted and deformed the spatial barrier, and stepped out as if walking on flat ground.

He had the confidence to venture into Mount Dacheng alone, because he had both the mechanism and the data.

The Sword Master of Bright Clouds narrowed his pupils slightly, raised his hand to grasp the hilt of his sword, and unsheathed it with a cold gleam, a dazzling silver light pouring down like a celestial river.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, even the light was neatly split in two.

The sword light appears to be only one, but in reality it contains 3,600 variations, with each sword energy precisely targeting the vital points around the body.

“Fancy!”

Faced with the overwhelming and dazzling sword light, Xiang Yuan neither dodged nor avoided it, but stepped forward to withstand it with his bare body.

Clang!
The sword flashed and the metal clashed, producing a piercing clang.

Xiang Yuan spread his five fingers, grabbed the sharp sword light, crushed it, and his figure suddenly disappeared, jumping out of the Mingxia Sword Master's primordial spirit perception range.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely at that moment. The Sword Master of Bright Clouds remained in the posture of wielding her sword, shocked that Xiang Yuan had crushed her sword aura with a single hand using only his flesh and blood. Her pupils were filled with horror.

In her slightly dilated, beautiful eyes, Xiang Yuan's figure slowly walked towards her, taking a step forward, leaning forward, and clenching his fist under his abdomen.

After completing a few movements, the Sword Master Mingxia's vision blurred for a moment before focusing on what was in front of him, and the afterimage of Xiang Yuan's punch gradually became clear in his field of vision.

boom!
The fist imprint pressed down like a mountain, distorting space to the point of near collapse.

The Sword Master of Bright Clouds felt an unparalleled force crash down upon him, the divine light on his protective armor shattered like paper, and his chest caved in instantly.

The sound of bones cracking was like popping beans. She was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. In mid-air, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from her mouth and nose, smearing the ground everywhere.

boom!
The Sword Master of Bright Clouds crashed heavily into the wall of the rear hall, his flesh and blood exploding. He slid slowly down the wall, his crimson color merging into the surrounding starry night, and his eyes rapidly dimmed.

Xiang Yuan didn't even glance at him before turning to leave.

Moving space failed, so I switched to walking.

Ji Wuzhou didn't take action himself immediately, but instead had Mingxia Sword Master clean up the mess, probably because he intended to let him off the hook.

Since that was the case, he could not disobey his master's orders, so he fled a thousand miles away.

Clang! !

The sword's cry resounded, like the wind weeping blood, its unparalleled sharpness attacking and engulfing Xiang Yuan's location with lightning speed.

The sword light dispersed, revealing a faint white mark on the cheek.

He raised an eyebrow and gently wiped away the white mark with his fingertips. Although he was protected by the sword sheath and was not afraid of the sharp edge, he was still surprised by this sudden and fierce attack.

Looking back, the Sword Master Mingxia, who should have been critically injured and hanging on the wall, was now fully recovered.

She knelt on one knee, her protective robes soaked in blood, and a strange, blood-red vertical line appeared between her brows, like a half-open evil eye.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and his aura changed drastically, almost as if he had fallen into a demonic state!
Several dark lines meandered across her unadorned, beautiful face, spreading and writhing like living creatures, amplifying her aura while adding a touch of alluring enchantment only a witch could possess.

It's normal for reputable sects to know a few unorthodox techniques, but merely being possessed by a demon is not enough to elevate the aura of the Sword Master of Bright Clouds to this level.

Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes and sensed that the aura of the Sword Master Mingxia was integrated with the surroundings. What amplified her aura was not only her demonic arts, but also the protective array of Mount Dacheng.

Demonic arts are just a shot in the arm; the real deal is the latter!
Clearly, Ji Wuzhou had no intention of letting Xiang Yuan off the hook, but was certain that if he didn't take action, Xiang Yuan wouldn't be able to escape from Dacheng Mountain.

"Impressive technique. I thought this attack came from a top-three realm expert."

The Sword Master of Bright Clouds slowly rose to her feet, her hoarse voice languid and alluring, perfectly complementing her current makeup, making her a quintessential enchantress of the demonic path.

After falling into demonic possession, her will was not corrupted by the demonic energy under the protection of the mountain-protecting formation. She was amazed by the sect leader's good eye, as he had just casually accepted a disciple who possessed such terrifying talent and cultivation.

Sword Master Mingxia didn't understand. Since the two were master and disciple, why not reason with them and appeal to their emotions, promising Xiang Yuan a high position as the young sect leader and bringing him into the Heavenly Sect?

The sect leader's order was to exterminate them all; she didn't need to think too much, she just needed to obediently carry out the order.

The protective array seemed to have endless power, and the aura of the Sword Master Mingxia continued to rise wildly. The blood soaked in his protective robes evaporated and turned into a blood mist that stirred up a violent blood storm in the hall.

Her aura grew increasingly terrifying, almost breaking through the limits of the Tongyou stage and approaching an even higher level.

In just a few breaths, this unrestrained power escalated to a level that forced Xiang Yuan to take it seriously.

boom!
With a single punch, the figure of the Sword Master of Bright Clouds was sent flying backward like a tattered cloth, crashing heavily against the palace wall, his posture exactly the same as before.

"He's really strong; he didn't explode. That's amazing..."

Xiang Yuan praised without expression, then his figure flickered like a ghost, leaving the Taixu Palace with a gust of wind. He rushed out of the Taixu Palace with a howling wind and tried to teleport again, only to find that he was still blocked by the great formation.

so troublesome!
Without pausing, Xiang Yuan leaped over the twelve pavilions like an arrow, speeding towards the summit of Daowen Peak.

Rumble!
A beam of blazing white sword light crashed down like a thunderbolt from the heavens, forcefully cutting off Xiang Yuan's path.

The Sword Master of Bright Clouds teleported to the scene, only to be blasted apart twice in quick succession. His aura was even more ferocious than before, and his body was enveloped in a near-tangible killing intent. The magical longsword in his hand, as clear as autumn water, was completely covered with spiderweb-like blood patterns, and the blade trembled incessantly, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Wherever the sword tip pointed, it corroded and distorted space, forming jet-black death vortexes.

"You...can't escape."

The Sword Master of Mingxia's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the vertical line between his brows was fully open. Perhaps because of the pain in his chest, this bloodshot evil eye was filled with murderous intent.

With a single sword strike, the vital energy of the entire Mahakasyapa Mountain surged forth, countless sword energies emerging from the void, transforming into a death net that blotted out the sky, swooping down upon Xiang Yuan.

This time, Xiang Yuan found it difficult to defeat the Sword Master of Mingxia with a single punch. He raised his hand, gripped the Jinglan Blade, and, like a lone star chasing the moon, traversed the vast sky.

Swish!
Two figures passed each other, and a blood line split open between the brows of the Sword Master of Bright Clouds. His body was cut along the dotted line, and the two figures in mid-air instantly turned into three.

Xiang Yuan leaped off the summit of Wendao Peak, but his attempt to teleport to another location still ended in failure.

Several figures teleported to the scene, all of them possessing the cultivation level of a Grandmaster. They were cultivators from the three Tianzong families who had accompanied Ji Wuzhou to Mount Dacheng.

The grandmasters of the Tianwu Sect are absent, and the brilliance of the Tianjian Pavilion has not yet fallen to earth. Among these five grandmasters, apart from the murderous Nirvana Sword Master, the rest are all grandmasters of the Tiandao Sect.

Among them was Liu Pojun, who revealed Xiang Yuan's identity at the meeting.

Upon seeing the familiar Lone Star Chasing the Moon, the four Heavenly Blade Sect masters were all astonished. When they tried to wield this blade, none of them could match the refined power of Xiang Yuan's.

This man's swordsmanship is even better than mine! x4
Liu Pojun recognized Xiang Yuan and shouted, "Don't let the thief escape!" The aura of the five grandmasters rose steadily, just like the Mingxia Sword Master just now. With the support of the mountain-protecting formation, they rushed towards the limit of the Tongyou stage grandmaster.

Xiang Yuan's lips twitched. The protective array of Mount Dacheng was too outrageous. It empowered so many grandmasters at once. It was simply unreasonable.

Where does energy come from? Should we still obey the law of conservation? This is completely unscientific!
boom! !

Even more unscientific things happened: the Sword Master of Bright Clouds made a third full-health revival, unleashing an aura that stabilized at the Fusion Stage.

Although his cultivation level has not yet broken through the bottleneck, his strength has already reached the Integration Stage, giving him enough qualifications to compete with Xiang Yuan.

Looking at the raging Mingxia Sword Master, whose chest was revealing a large expanse of cleavage, Xiang Yuan suddenly realized that under the blessing of the Heavenly Sect Formation, these Grandmasters were immortal. No matter how many times he killed them, the Mingxia Sword Master could be resurrected with full health.

"This is blatant cheating!" Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes.

If that's the case, he'll open it too!

Rumble————

Just as Xiang Yuan was about to unleash his three-headed, six-armed Dharma form, a terrifying thunderclap resounded high in the sky. The sun, moon, and stars shifted, swirling clouds twisted, and the eye of thunder slowly opened, drawing down the power of heaven and earth upon the mortal realm.

Lightning tribulation!!!

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.

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