This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 492 Who am I? Where am I? How did those three team up?

Chan'er decided to trust Xiao Lingyue this time, not because Xiao Lingyue was of impeccable character and trustworthy.

In the eyes of a vixen like Chan'er, there was no good person in the world except her husband and herself, let alone anyone else she could trust.

Today she decided to trust Xiao Lingyue this time, simply because she knew her younger sister was jealous and unreasonable. If Shang and her husband really had an affair, her sister would never say a good word about him.

Thinking of this, Chan'er looked at Shang Qingmeng again and suddenly found her much more pleasing to the eye.

This merchant, though possessing an ethereal beauty and exquisite features, and seemingly quite unpleasant, had a frosty expression on her face, and her eyes seemed to hold a deep, icy pool. Her aura was cold and unparalleled, like a solitary peak shrouded in moonlight, unattainable and beyond reach.

Wonderful! Cutting off the seven emotions and six desires is truly a wonderful thing!

Chan'er saw ruthlessness and a lack of worldly desires in Shang Qingmeng's eyes. The more she looked, the more she felt that Xiao Lingyue's words made sense. Other fairies were all seductive, but this Fairy Shang was truly deserving of the title.

"Let's go first."

With a wave of her hand, Xiao Lingyue created a scene reminiscent of the sun and moon in the sky, their auras intertwined. As she shifted space, she took Chan'er with her, and when she reappeared, she was already beside Shang Qingmeng.

"Fairy Shang, we meet again."

Xiao Lingyue smiled slightly and took the initiative to introduce Chan'er beside her.

Chan'er nodded slightly, giving Shang Qingmeng face but not Xiao Lingyue face, and said sarcastically, "I have long heard of the name of Fairy Shang of Jianxinzhai. Today I see her and she is indeed as pure as snow, untouched by any dust. Unlike some righteous fairies of Wushuang Palace, who are full of benevolence and morality, calling each other good sisters while stealing other people's husbands."

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Xiao Lingyue: I've told you so many times, I was here first. Do you understand marriage? It's an arranged marriage, a marriage between parents and matchmakers. You're shameless for sleeping with someone else's husband!

Shang Qingmeng: This vixen speaks with such a pungent tone, is she trying to get me hooked?

Xiao Lingyue glared angrily at Chan'er, but seeing him still defiant with his chin raised, she could only send him a telepathic message to tone it down. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. You can do whatever you want in the Prince's mansion, but in front of outsiders, even if you're shameless, your husband still has his pride!
This is the truth.

Chan'er gave a soft hum and said no more. When they were out together, they should maintain a close sisterly bond and not let outsiders laugh at their husband.

The two women exchanged glances, which Shang Qingmeng noticed, and a sudden unease gripped her heart.

Oh no, they're here to catch us cheating!

Some time ago, upon learning that Xiao Lingyue, with whom she had sparred, was engaged to Xiang Yuan and was his lawfully wedded wife, Shang Qingmeng had some reservations about her, feeling that this woman was not a good person.

Recently, she learned that Xiao Lingyue was in the same boat as her, both having had their men stolen by their own masters. She felt sorry for Xiao Lingyue and thought that she must have suffered a lot of grievances at the sect, just like her.

Today, Xiao Lingyue arrived in a menacing manner to catch her cheating, playing the good cop while her girlfriend played the bad cop, sarcastically accusing her of stealing a man.

I used to really like Xiao Lingyue!
That woman is no good; she deserves it if your master steals your man!

Shang Qingmeng regretted not bringing Ziping along; with more people, there would be more mouths to hurl insults. But then she thought, Ziping is just a coward; she doesn't even dare to insult a lowly maid, let alone the original wife.

A fight broke out...

A cricket master who understands the mysteries of the universe will only hold others back.

This won't work, that won't work, you useless Ah Ping, what use are you to your senior sister!

For a moment, Shang Qingmeng's dissatisfaction with Ziping reached its peak, and she decided to go back and teach Ziping a lesson, so that she would dare to point at the lowly maid and curse her.

After the training was complete, he brought Ah Ping to the first wife and had her take the lead!
Shang Qingmeng remained silent, her expression cold and devoid of any emotion.

At first glance, it seemed very impolite, but upon closer inspection, it perfectly suited her persona of severing all emotions and desires, prompting Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er to nod repeatedly and their smiles to become much more intimate.

Fairy Shang continued in this manner.

In Shang Qingmeng's eyes, Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er's smiles were quite strange. Perhaps it was because of her guilty conscience, or perhaps it was for something else. Shang Qingmeng, who started her attack at Jianxinzhai with zero frames, was unusually silent today. She quietly retreated a distance, not wanting to get too close to the two original wives.

“Fairy Shang, my master ordered me to stay behind as a protector. Sword Master must have given you the same instructions. The bandits are numerous, so it would be better if the three of us stayed close together for mutual support,” Xiao Lingyue said warmly.

Chan'er nodded in agreement. The demoness disliked fairies, but Shang Qingmeng was an exception. Chan'er had a good impression of her and hoped that all the righteous fairies in the world would be like Shang Qingmeng.

It would be best to cut off all seven emotions and six desires!
The more enthusiastic the two women were, the more flustered Shang Qingmeng became. She spoke her mind: "Whether that lowly servant lives or dies is none of my business. I will not protect her. She'd better be dead."

"..." x2
Who is this lowly maidservant? Is she the Sword Master Su Ran? x2
My goodness, is the master-disciple relationship at Jianxinzhai really this strained? This is so exciting! x2
For a moment, Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er's eyes lit up as they happily pondered the reason for the discord between the master and disciple of Jianxinzhai. The two women, never ones to shy away from a good show, jokingly thought to themselves that it must be because the Sword Master had stolen Shang Xianzi's man, otherwise things wouldn't have escalated to this point.

Yes, Fairy Shang has severed all emotions and desires, has no men, and the Sword Master is renowned and powerful, unlike some shameless White Palace Master. The Sword Heart Sect in the Human Realm is a truly prestigious and righteous sect, but what does that have to do with the onlookers? They just want to hear the gossip.

Fairy, tell me quickly! Your master stole your man! x2
The three women didn't talk much; they spent almost the entire time imagining things. Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er, in particular, were always the ones being gossiped about, never so eager to gossip about others. They wished they could grab Shang Qingmeng, become sworn sisters, and sit down to listen to her chatter for three days and three nights.

Unfortunately, they couldn't talk any longer, as several Nascent Soul stage cultivators approached and had already unleashed their magic weapons.

The man in the lead was none other than Daoist Wangji.

Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er recognized this person; they had seen him at the banquet in Jiangdong and at Yue Huanjiang and Qu Rou's wedding. They knew he was Xiang Yuan's senior master from Benxindao.

Xiao Lingyue didn't speak, but tightened her grip on the Sun Wheel Golden Sword. Chan'er also didn't say much, but gently raised her hand and held the Samsara Mirror in her hand.

Xiang Yuan once said that although one is a senior master, everyone has different fates. One must be responsible for one's own choices. Since one's senior master has sided with Zhang Tianyang, there are no one on the same side on the battlefield. When they meet, there is no need to hold back. If you can't kill him, then fight him to the death.

Of course, Yue Huanjiang and Qu Rou are exceptions. The elder brother and sister-in-law cannot be generalized. There is no reason for them to eat at a wedding banquet and then eat at a funeral banquet the next day.

Xiang Yuan's apparent favoritism towards others suggests he had long wanted to abandon his original path. The reason for this lies in Yue Huanjiang's influence. He had met this elder brother when he was still in a lowly position and received much care from him, thus gaining his deep respect.

Daoist Wangji also saw Xiao Chan and the other two women. He was surprised by their rapid progress, as they had suddenly reached the Nascent Soul stage. Unwilling to bully the weak, he swept his sword across, the sword light pointing directly at Shang Qingmeng.

His own nephew's wife is still one of his own. How could he, as a senior disciple, bully his own junior?

Shang Qingmeng is different. She is a successor of Jianxinzhai, not one of their own, and cannot be considered a junior.

The decision is yours!

A sword flashed across the sky.

The essence of Geng metal is invincible; wherever its sharp edge reaches, it leaves a mark on the void.

The Benxin Dao has two major lineages. One is the "Formless Seal Method," which cannot be passed down orally, by writing, by heart, or by stealing. It can only be inherited. Within the entire Benxin Dao, only Xiang Yuan learned this unique skill through his master, Hard Drive Master.

Another lineage is the "Three Volumes of the True Transmission of Shangqing Lingbao", which is also a secret of the Benxin Dao that is not passed on. All Benxin Dao cultivators practice this lineage.

The Shangqing method emphasizes decisiveness and ruthlessness, with each move directly targeting the vital points, without any unnecessary embellishments.

Wangji Daoren comprehended many sword techniques and sword stances from the "Three Volumes of the True Transmission of Shangqing Lingbao". A seemingly ordinary sword strike not only embodies the intent of killing and leaves no room for retreat, but also incorporates the Shangqing inheritance into it. The laws of heaven and earth are unpredictable and the power is boundless.

The sword light converged, condensing into a single line. The sword energy poured down like a galaxy, spreading outwards and weaving into a net. In an instant, there were three thousand six hundred clear sword energies, each containing the essence of Geng metal.

It's a matter of severing one's soul and spirit; there's no escaping it.

"cut!"

With a single word, sword intent surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping across the land!

Shang Qingmeng's eyes sharpened, and two beams of white light leaped from between her brows, as the two divine swords, Jiangxiao and Cangming, which cultivated both life and death, surrounded her.

Sword lights clashed, and the realm of Dao Sword unfolded.

Shang Qingmeng merged sword and Dao, using heaven and earth as her sword, drawing upon their power to transform the formless into the tangible, and unleashing a breathtaking streak of light from the void. Like the rising moonlight, or the Milky Way reversing, it carried a heart-palpitating pressure as it met the three thousand six hundred strands of Gengjin sword energy.

Where the sword light passed, three thousand six hundred blazing white sword energies dispersed, all things returned to silence, and heaven and earth fell silent.

The two swords clashed, and seven thousand two hundred sword energies collided violently in the Netherworld, layer upon layer of mutual destruction and annihilation.

Each clash was accompanied by a collision of laws and principles, with beams of white light exploding outwards like falling stars, illuminating the entire battlefield.

At the center of the collision, the void was forcibly ripped apart, leaving a bottomless black rift. Only two astonishing sword lights could be seen falling like meteors into the boundless darkness.

The Qianyuan Realm has been upgraded, its upper limit has been raised, and the overall framework of the world has become more stable. But that is in the future. Before the order of the Three Realms is completely stabilized, it still cannot withstand such terrifying destructive power.

The storm of sword energy swept in all directions until the last sword energy was annihilated, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the Netherworld returned to silence.

Daoist Wangji remained standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as he looked at the composed Shang Qingmeng with astonishment: "The Dao Sword Realm, I never imagined that you could cultivate this technique to such a profound level at such a young age. Sword Venerable Su Ran has a worthy successor, which truly makes this humble Daoist envious."

This is not just polite talk; it comes from the bottom of my heart. Shang Qingmeng's sword strike transformed the intangible into the tangible, seemingly effortless, but in reality, it required the support of a vast amount of the laws of heaven and earth. If it were not an exceptional sword genius, it would be difficult for anyone else to achieve the power of this sword strike without hundreds of years of arduous cultivation.

genius!

Daoist Wangji felt a pang of resentment. He envied that Sword Master Su Ran had a worthy successor, and he envied Shang Qingmeng's exceptional talent even more. If he had such comprehension, how could he tolerate such a dimwit causing trouble all day long? He would have already slashed her with his sword and eliminated the greatest threat to the Daoist Heart.

Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er were also surprised by Shang Qingmeng's talent. Although they were not bad either and had surpassed her in cultivation, their skills were not inferior to Shang Qingmeng's. However, they knew very well that they could only achieve rapid progress in cultivation and smoothly enter the Integration Stage by carefully nurturing her with powerful medicine.

Shang Qingmeng didn't do that; she didn't take shortcuts in cultivation, she relied entirely on her own abilities.

The two women didn't have much time to be surprised, as several more Nascent Soul stage cultivators attacked from below, some unleashing magical treasures, others setting up arrays. Each of them was a skilled warrior, and their cultivation and abilities were not much inferior to Fang Jibai, who was impersonating the True Martial Emperor.

Xiao Lingyue had sharp eyes and could distinguish the auras of several Nascent Soul stage cultivators, recognizing the shadows of many first-class forces in the Qianyuan Realm.

Demon King's Palace, Blood Sea Path, Illusionary Annihilation Path...

The ghost cultivators of the Other Shore Sect at the very back have wiped out all the cultivation forces in the Qianyuan Realm, and almost every family's heritage can be found here.

Especially considering their sheer numbers and the profound foundation of the Ghost Cultivators of the Other Shore Sect, with dozens at the Tongyou stage alone, it was enough to make one's scalp tingle and one only want to sit down and have a proper talk. Speaking of which, if Xiang Yuantong had signed a friendly treaty with the three kingdoms, he could have gathered dozens of Tongyou Grandmasters if he really wanted to, but they were scattered like sand, each with their own family or sect, and it was impossible for them to truly abandon their own families and gather them all together at the Heavenly Sect.

On the Tianzong side, Ji Wuzhou was a useless nobody with mediocre computing power. Little did he know that Zhang Tianyang had already tampered with the origin of the Heavenly Dao. Without any countermeasures, he was ambushed by Zhang Tianyang, and the Tianzong changed hands again, returning to Zhang Tianyang's control.

Now we're completely helpless, and it's too late to get help.

Furthermore, the Qianyuan Realm was previously very unfriendly to ghost cultivators. The laws of heaven and earth clearly stated that ghost cultivators could not cultivate. Not only could they not cultivate, but because of their incomplete Yin and Yang, their fighting skills were far inferior to those of cultivators of the same realm. Even a coward like Xiao Feng could take on several ghost cultivators at the Tongyou Grandmaster level.

Things are different now. When ghost cultivators enter the Netherworld, it's like returning home. With the protection of the boundless Yellow Springs Qi, their strength is enhanced and amplified, returning to what it was in life.

Just like the previous Left Envoy of the Underworld, Yin Biegong, who not only regained all his abilities from his previous life, but also received a reward from Zhang Tianyang, broke through to the Integration Stage, and held a book of the underworld called the Book of Life and Death. As long as the enemy is in the underworld, whoever he writes will die. His unreasonableness is comparable to the Reincarnation Mirror in Chan'er's hands.

Clang!
The sound of swords echoed through the sky, like the morning bell and evening drum. A ray of golden light spread out, scorching the void and causing ripples that were mottled, twisted, and on the verge of shattering.

Xiao Lingyue turned around, the Sun Wheel Golden Sword in her hand swept out, and she was wearing the Wuwang Treasure Robe. Blazing golden light swept out like a tide.

She seized the opportunity, triggering the phenomenon of the sun and moon shining together in the sky, which was vast and unstoppable, and her momentum instantly rose to its peak!

boom!
The sun rose majestically into the sky, its heat intense, as if the real sun had fallen into the underworld.

The phantom of a three-legged golden crow emerged from the sun, its wings spreading wide, blotting out the sky. Its eyes blazed with pure solar fire. With each flap of its wings, waves of fire surged, illuminating the entire Netherworld with its intense light, eclipsing even the deepest darkness.

The clash of Yin and Yang forced back several Nascent Soul stage cultivators, while also causing the ghost cultivators to scream incessantly, turning into black smoke and scattering in all directions, crying out for their parents as they fled towards the Netherworld below.

No matter how fast it is, it can't outrun light. Wherever the sun shines, there are figures wielding swords, their golden light crisscrossing the sky.

Each time they passed each other, a body was reduced to ashes.

Compared to Xiao Lingyue's earth-shattering attack, Chan'er's movements appeared exceptionally gentle.

The enchantress prided herself on being beautiful and kind-hearted, and said she never wanted to fight. She mocked Xiao Lingyue as a strong and brute, unlike herself, who was a quiet and beautiful woman.

Chan'er didn't do anything, but simply took out the Reincarnation Mirror and shone it on whoever she didn't like.

Yeah, she doesn't like anyone!
The ancient mirror of reincarnation emitted a faint glow, and a cool, clear light, like moonlight, silently swept across the battlefield.

Wherever a figure is reflected in the mirror, regardless of cultivation level, even if they are a Nascent Soul cultivator, regardless of race or form, even if they are a ghost cultivator who has died once, the person in the mirror dies and the person outside the mirror perishes.

In a single exchange, a Nascent Soul cultivator who attempted a sneak attack had his primordial spirit swept away by the Reincarnation Mirror, leaving him with no strength to resist whatsoever.

This attack terrified Daoist Wangji and startled Shang Qingmeng as well.

Such an unreasonable magic weapon exists in the world!

The Reincarnation Mirror has been unreasonable for quite some time now. It can control even extraterrestrial demons to death, let alone cultivators in the Integration Stage.

Zen'er looked in the mirror calmly, strolling leisurely as if she were there for a walk and to enjoy the scenery. As she looked in the mirror, she suddenly discovered that the Reincarnation Mirror had a new function today.

Perhaps because it is in the Netherworld, where the laws of heaven and earth are completely different from those of the outside world, the Reincarnation Mirror can not only strip away the primordial spirit, but also directly send these primordial spirits into the eighteenth level of hell.

A newly built eighteen-level hell is currently under construction.

Zen found it interesting, and shot after shot, sending one master or grandmaster after another to the eighteenth level of hell.

"whee."

Her silvery laughter sent chills down one's spine.

Seeing his own strongmen fall one by one, unable to even last a single round against the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation, Yin Biegong could no longer bear it. He took out the Book of Life and Death and quickly flipped through it to find Chan'er's name.

Not found!
Why couldn't it be found?

Yin Bie Palace did not understand that the Book of Life and Death had appeared long before the Netherworld, covering the names, births, and reincarnations of all living beings in the Qianyuan Realm. Regardless of their cultivation level, as long as they had not yet become immortals, their lives and deaths were recorded in the Book of Life and Death.

Furthermore, due to the emergence of the Netherworld, the Book of Life and Death is no longer as restricted as before, becoming a truly powerful weapon.

But why can't we find Chan'er's name?
Yin Biegong couldn't understand it, so he decisively changed his target and aimed at Xiao Lingyue, who was currently wreaking havoc.

Still haven't found it!
"This is impossible!"

Yin Biegong's eyes widened in surprise, his pupils bulging as he suspected that the book of the underworld in his hand was fake, otherwise he wouldn't have failed twice in a row.

Unwilling to give up, he started searching again, comparing his work with Shang Qingmeng's.

On the battlefield, missing two powerful attacks in a row was tantamount to a death sentence. Xiao Lingyue didn't give him another chance to turn the page. She transformed into golden light and attacked with the true fire of the sun.

Chan'er didn't give Yin Biegong a chance to turn the page. The ancient mirror of reincarnation shone faintly, its light passing over Xiao Lingyue without revealing her figure, only affecting Yin Biegong.

In the blink of an eye, Yin Biegong's arrogant and unrestrained figure appeared in the mirror.

"How dare you, you little brat, act so violently? I hold the Book of Life and Death in my hands. Who can kill me? With your broken mirror?"

Yin Biegong was extremely disdainful. Holding the Book of Life and Death was like holding a get-out-of-jail-free card. It wasn't that he looked down on anyone, but that no one present had the ability to kill him.

The ancient mirror of reincarnation emitted a faint light. The person in the mirror died, and the person outside the mirror perished. Yin Biegong died with a disdainful expression, without even uttering a sound.

Clearly, while both are involved in the cycle of life and death, the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation is still superior to the Book of Life and Death in terms of its hierarchical mechanism.

Xiao Lingyue missed her target, rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, snatched the Book of Life and Death, and, using the True Fire of the Sun, threw it into the jade space without burning it, before turning to attack her next prey.

The competition has begun again, fueled by a competitive spirit. Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er are competing to see who can kill more and who can kill faster. Judging from the atmosphere, it seems that whoever wins will become the first wife.

This scene terrified everyone else present.

Especially Wangji Daoren, he considered all possibilities, made the worst-case scenario plan, and was even mentally prepared for a 50/50 chance, but he never expected the situation to be so tragic.

Where did the sun's true fire come from? And what kind of treasure is that mirror?
Why didn't the Book of Life and Death protect Yin Bie Palace? Is this still the Netherworld?

Looking at it this way, Daoist Wangji suddenly realized that it was incredibly wise of him not to bully the weak.

While the True Fire of the Sun is indeed domineering against Xiao Lingyue, he is not without means of defense. As for Chan'er... niece-in-law, don't forget, your uncle gave you a gift last time!
"Humph!"

Lost in thought, Daoist Wangji heard a clear, cold snort, like ice and jade clashing, or like a chilling glint. The scenery around him changed drastically, and a new world seemed to slowly unfold before his eyes.

The Crimson Sky Sword drew an arc, its sword energy rising ethereally, as if ascending to the heavens.

The Azure Sea Sword followed closely, its momentum heavy and turbid as it plummeted downwards, as if descending to the Yellow Springs;

The two divine swords, one rising and one falling, one clear and one turbid, one yang and one yin, echo each other, forming a complete and bizarre cycle.

The next second, Yin and Yang reversed, the newly formed world collapsed, and all the shattered laws of heaven and earth did not dissipate, but instead condensed into a single point under extreme compression.

Condensing the sharpness of heaven and earth into a single sword!
A sword strike of pure perfection encompasses the complex principles of heaven and earth, yin and yang, life and death—principles rarely encountered by ordinary people—all of which are forged into its essence.

As the earth-shattering sword light fell, Daoist Wangji felt a stinging pain in his eyes and a tearing sensation in his primordial spirit. He took out a small Bagua mirror to protect himself.

Similar to the small mirror that the Heartless Old Daoist used to kill Lingguang across realms, it was created by Wangji Daoist when he was in the Nascent Soul stage, based on his mastery of the laws of heaven and earth. As his cultivation level increased, the power of this mirror also grew stronger.

The result is the same.

After the old Taoist priest with a heartless heart killed all the spiritual light, the treasure mirror shattered. The Taoist priest Wangji blocked Shang Qingmeng's ultimate move, and although he shattered the sword light, the Bagua treasure mirror, which cultivated both body and life, also cracked.

"Wow!"

Daoist Wangji coughed up a mouthful of blood, put away the magic weapon he used for cultivating both life and body, and seeing that Shang Qingmeng's aura was somewhat unstable, he forcibly suppressed the stinging pain in his primordial spirit and seized the initiative with his sword.

With one step forward, golden light blocked the way, the sun blazed brightly, and the true fire of the sun was domineering and scorching.

As she turned to turn around, a figure in white appeared, stepping on the moonlight. The moonlight was cool and clear, and the mirror-like surface was serene.

"Gudu!"

Daoist Wangji swallowed hard, much to his dismay.

Is this poor Taoist priest destined to die here today, with absolutely no chance of survival?

Believe it or not, there really was a turning point.

Hiss!

In the void, a black crack tore open, and surging solar fire burst forth, as the phantom of a three-legged golden crow traversed the void.

Upon entering the Netherworld, the golden flames subsided, and a pretty boy jumped out.

Towards the distance.

Huh? How come Uncle-Master Bu Wangji got beaten up so badly that he's even spitting blood?

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Lingyue and Chan'er are here too, that's great! You sisters, work together and give them a good beating...

Oh my god, Fairy Shang is here too?
Xiang Yuan: (°°〃)
Who am I? Where am I? How did these three team up?
Um...didn't you reconcile the accounts?
(End of this chapter)