After cultivating immortality, she devoted herself to becoming an ancestor

Chapter 125, the Hundred and Twenty-Five: Keep Rolling
Then came the buzzing sound of swords, which resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

All living beings here are simultaneously unable to hear or see anything.

Only the Little Dragon King saw Shen Suiren enveloped in a dazzling spiritual light, and he quickly rushed into her arms, saying, "Take me with you!"

Shen Suiren instinctively hugged him tightly, and the familiar dizziness from teleportation struck again. Before she could react, she was already standing on a mountaintop.

A sword radiating spiritual energy stood atop it, its brilliance so intense that one dared not look directly at it.

Looking into the distance, the surrounding clouds and mist obscured any divine sense; looking down, within a hundred feet, rows of spirit swords were thrust vertically into the ground.

They intertwine in a well-organized manner, forming a deadly array of ten thousand swords that can slay immortals.

Shen Suiren released the bird feathers, and as she expected, it indeed prohibited flight.

As she pondered how confident she was of breaking through the formation, the scabbard in her right hand broke free, trembling and excitedly meeting the golden blade in front of her, like lovers who had not seen each other for many years.

At this moment, Shen Suiren was able to look directly at the sword. Its surface was plain and unadorned, but it was surrounded by powerful golden spiritual energy. The patterns on the hilt and the patterns on the scabbard were, if not exactly the same, very similar.

"At the beginning of the year, I wanted to put the sword back in its sheath." The little dragon king thought it was some fun place, but it turned out there was only a bare sword stuck on the mountain peak.

He darted into the small space and patted Cheng Zhishun, saying, "Wake up, there's a top-quality sword outside, perfect for you to use as your natal sword."

"Little Dragon King, that's going too far. I don't have a natal magic weapon either." Shen Suiren took a step towards the sword, but unexpectedly, sword energy shot towards him as soon as he took a step.

She narrowly dodged with a backflip, but more swords swept around her, and in the blink of an eye, she was covered in blood.

Even if he took out the defensive golden shield, it would shatter in the blink of an eye as soon as he put it in front of him. Only by using the sword sheath to block it could the sword energy be stopped for a while.

"Look at this sword, it doesn't even want to recognize you as its master. You might as well give it to Cheng Zhishun. He never seems to have a sword that suits him." The Little Dragon King patted Cheng Zhishun's face with his little hands, hoping he would wake up quickly and take the treasure.

Shen Suiren looked around at the sword on the mountaintop, and couldn't help but chuckle at the Little Dragon King, "Your heart is all over your armpit."

"The scabbard was a gift from the city lord, and it was also the one that teleported me here." She doesn't use the sword, so she can give it to her father. Only if her father doesn't use it will it be Cheng Zhishun's turn.

The Little Dragon King wanted to say that he had also been teleported, but when he saw Shen Suiren push the scabbard next to the sword, he stared wide-eyed at the result.

The sword, upon seeing its sheath, struggled to pull upwards, but could not leave the ground, and thus trembled with excitement.

Her body was covered in sword energy, forcing Shen Suiren to retreat again and again. Thinking of the immortal sword that Master Pan had mentioned, she spoke:

"Senior Immortal Sword, you keep releasing your sword energy. I want to help you return your sword to its sheath, but I can't get close to you." In just a short while, she had already swallowed two hemostatic pills.

You should know that she usually avoids taking pills whenever possible.

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The sword responded; it stopped emitting sword energy and withdrew its golden light.

Shen Suiren swiftly approached, and once there was no obstruction, he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and tried to pull it out, but he couldn't budge it an inch.

Could it be because she used other spiritual powers that didn't match the sword?

She was lacking the element of metal in her Five Elements. Even if she could convert her spiritual power into the Golden Arrow Technique and unleash the Sharp Metal Technique when casting spells, she could not directly transfer the metal spiritual power from her body to the immortal sword.

"Little Dragon King, call Cheng Zhishun to come out and help." She had already observed carefully that the sword in her hand was the head of all swords, and removing it would reduce the power of the sword formation by half.

"Here he comes!" The Little Dragon King was overjoyed, so he pinched Cheng Zhishun's nose and pulled his ear to forcibly wake him up.

He yawned and opened one eye: "Little ancestor, what's wrong with you again? Aren't those monsters outside the city enough for you to play with?"
"Stop fooling around, the strange fire is advancing and needs my guidance."

"Guidance my ass, it will advance on its own while it's sleeping in the magma layer."

"You're affected by it, and I'm helping you." The Little Dragon King whispered this in his ear, and Cheng Zhishun jumped off the bed, grabbed him, and dashed out of the spatial hut.

"I came to help at the beginning of the year, but whose sword is it if it's drawn?"

“Mine.” Shen Suiren glanced at him sideways.

Cheng Zhishun walked to the opposite side of her, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and channeled his golden spiritual power: "You are biased towards one person and disregard the other, you don't distinguish between relatives and friends. You can give away divine beasts, why can't you give away swords?"

You should know that I am your own senior brother.

"You can choose any of the Soul-Nourishing Wood, Spirit Stones, and Magic Treasures you obtained from the Dragon Palace."

"No one is closer than my father." Feeling the golden spiritual power he sent, the immortal sword shook even more violently. Shen Suiren looked directly at him and said, "Senior Brother Cheng, I want to give the immortal sword to my father."

"If I owe you one time, I'll repay you double next time."

"..." Cheng Zhishun met her particularly serious eyes, and thinking of what she had gained in the Dragon Palace, which she had given to her mother first when she returned to the Immortal Travel Sect, he hesitated for a moment, "I'm afraid of you, I'll give it to him."

If you come across anything good in the future, don't forget me.

“No problem.” Shen Suiren raised her hand and gave him a high five.

The Little Dragon King, clutching the scabbard, said, "No matter who gets the sword, you have to pry off the gems on it and give them to me."

"Okay." As soon as the two agreed, the immortal swords under their hands began to frantically absorb their spiritual energy.

"Damn it, our spiritual energy isn't enough for him to absorb." In the blink of an eye, Cheng Zhishun's dantian was completely drained. He swallowed a spirit-restoring pill and used high-grade spirit stones to absorb spiritual energy, but it was still almost too late to replenish it.

Shen Suiren's spiritual power was deeper than his, but she couldn't withstand the sword's frantic absorption. She used her divine sense to retrieve top-grade spirit stones from her storage ring and threw a handful to Cheng Zhishun, "Where are the Dragon Palace spirit stones you got earlier?"

“Ao Jianquan put it all into his treasure room in Fufeng and filled the treasure chest.” Cheng Zhishun looked at the Little Dragon King with a mournful gaze.

During battles, top-grade spirit stones can replenish one's spirit, which is a thousand times more effective than spirit-restoring pills.

The Little Dragon King had something to say: "You were the one who said it wasn't safe to take the treasure back to the Demon Moon Sect. I didn't even charge you protection money for keeping it safe for you."

"Then you can't take everything."

"With such a low cultivation level, carrying so many spirit herbs and spirit stones makes you vulnerable to being robbed."

"..."

Shen Suiren couldn't help but laugh out loud; these two were such a pair of clowns.

But because of this laugh, the sword hilt was shaken, "Draw it, Little Dragon King punches the ground."

"Ah..." The Little Dragon King jumped up, his milk fist met the sword in front of him with a hammer, thud thud thud, he punched three times in a row.

噌锵
With the help of the three, the sword rose from the ground, shook off Shen Suiren's two hands, and swiftly sheathed itself.

Due to the immense force, the Little Dragon King was swept along towards the sword formation: "I can't use my spiritual power, quickly pull me up."

"Grab it!" Shen Suiren activated the Seven Star Technique and swooped down. Cheng Zhishun grabbed the green vine she threw, used it to propel himself to leap in front of the Little Dragon King, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Unexpectedly, he lost his footing and was pulled down with him.

Shen Suiren sped up in pursuit: "Quickly draw your sword!"

"The broken sword repays kindness with enmity, I cannot draw it." The Little Dragon King, protected by Cheng Zhishun, had time to draw his sword.

"Throw it away." Shen Suiren realized that the faster he chased, the faster the immortal sword carried the two of them.

Cheng Zhishun snatched the sword and threw it forcefully, stopping the two from rolling. They were now only a foot away from the sword formation, which was not suppressed by any immortal swords but consisted of thousands of flying swords.

He carefully stayed close to the ground, fearing he might slip into the sword formation and be pierced by a thousand swords.

Meanwhile, Shen Suiren leaped into the air, his wood elemental power transforming into vines once more, attempting to pull the two back.

Unexpectedly, the vines fell to the ground on their own after passing a certain point.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhishun was able to sit up and grabbed the vine, which pulled him back more than ten feet.

After landing safely, the Little Dragon King ran to the Immortal Sword and stomped on it, yelling, "Bad sword! Bad sword!" "It's not that it's blocking spiritual power, it's the sword formation below that's blocking it."

"You see, once you enter within thirty feet of the sword formation, your spiritual energy is naturally suppressed." Shen Suiren flicked a flame from her fingertip, but the flame went out after she took a few steps downwards.

Then, when the hand seals are made again, only the hand gestures change and no fire is seen.

"Break it!" The Little Dragon King grabbed his sword and drew it out smoothly, pointing it at the sword formation.

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The immortal sword flew away in coordination, slashing horizontally into the sword formation below. After a series of metallic clanging sounds, countless spirit swords broke.

Any spirit sword that dared to fly towards it was instantly slashed by the swirling immortal sword.

Shen Suiren felt that as the number of broken swords increased, the spiritual energy within her body began to circulate.

When the immortal sword slashed to the bottom, a three-foot-wide path opened up, and their spiritual power was no longer restricted.

The two humans and the dragon exchanged a glance, then stepped onto their flying magical artifact: "Charge!"

"Let's attack from the right as a group, and from the left at the beginning of the year. Throw the scabbard to her." Cheng Zhishun pressed the flying dragon king back into his flying sword.

"I'll test the sword. If I'm too weak, I'll trouble Little Dragon King to come to my aid." Shen Suiren took the sword sheath with bird feathers under his feet and put a Spirit Recovery Pill under his tongue.

The Little Dragon King replied, "Leave it to me."

Cheng Zhishun warned her, "Don't be reckless at the beginning of the year."

"No." She turned around and quickly grabbed the flying immortal sword, swinging it to test its weight. There were no fancy tricks; she simply infused the sword with water elemental power.

As the saying goes, gold gives birth to beautiful water, and the two complement each other. The immortal sword had absorbed her spiritual power, so it was not averse to being driven at this moment.

At this moment, the sword mark in front of the Taiyi Sect's mountain gate flashed through her mind. After twirling her sword, she mobilized the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, adding the force of cutting through ice marrow to the sword, and fiercely slashed down diagonally.

With just one sword strike, she drained all the spiritual energy from her body, leaving her weak and forced to retreat on one knee atop the bird's feather.

The Little Dragon King caught him as he retreated from behind: "At the beginning of the year, your sword strike seems to have been rather useless."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Zhishun, who had just slashed down two swords, shouted "I'm going!" and hurriedly flew away.

Then, a series of cracking sounds came from the sword formation below, and countless spirit swords shattered into pieces where Shen Suiren had just slashed with his sword.

With a large section of the sword formation missing, the sword energy became chaotic, sometimes clashing and fighting amongst themselves, and sometimes dancing wildly on its own.

Even more sword rain flew towards Shen Suiren, but after the immortal sword flew into the air with a buzzing sound, it retreated in defeat as if suppressed by its bloodline.

At this point, the sword formation was half destroyed.

The Little Dragon King's mouth gaped open in surprise. He looked at Shen Suiren, who was meditating and recovering his spiritual power, and then at the broken swords scattered on the ground. "Cheng Zhishun, was it Sui Chu who slashed it, or was it the broken sword?"

"We chopped them down together." Cheng Zhishun approached on his sword.

The Little Dragon King handed him the immortal sword: "You should try it too."

Cheng Zhishun took the sword. He didn't believe that he, who had practiced swordsmanship for many years, was worse than Sui Chu, who was wielding a knife.

So he flew towards the sword formation and unleashed his most powerful sword move. A large number of spirit swords were cut in half, but not to the point of shattering.

"You almost collapsed. The fact that you didn't exhaust yourself means you didn't give it your all." The Little Dragon King's comment reached his ears.

He grunted twice, swung his sword again, and after several strikes, the spiritual sword on this side of the mountain was completely severed.

Not long after, Cheng Zhishun stopped before his spiritual power was exhausted, staring blankly at the immortal sword in his hand.

Shen Suiren, having regained her spiritual power, opened her eyes and looked around. Seeing that he was not moving, she asked, "What is he standing there like an idiot for?"

"Why doesn't he have the power of your sword?" The Little Dragon King saw it all. Being small didn't mean he didn't understand what envy, jealousy, and hatred were.

Shen Suiren smiled and said, "Senior Brother Cheng, would you like to learn?"

"Yes." Cheng Zhishun flew to her without hesitation and handed her the sword: "Let's go and do one more move on the other side of the mountain."

"I'll practice with my own sword for you. The immortal sword is too high-level; your dantian can't withstand it if you use it again." As he spoke, Shen Suiren imprinted the moves and the sword marks he had seen into a blank jade slip and handed it to him.

He was watching so intently that he didn't even notice when the Little Dragon King took the immortal sword from his hand.

"At the beginning of the year, what do you think will happen if I use the power of thunder to drive it?" The Little Dragon King was a man of action.

After asking the question, he flew to the mountaintop. Before Shen Suiren could catch up, he shouted "Ha!" and channeled his spiritual power into the sword, then slashed heavily at a group of spiritual swords on the back.

"Get out of the way!" Shen Suiren flew over and just saw a thousand spirit swords shooting towards the mountaintop. She grabbed the little dragon king and fled.

But the spirit swords seemed to have eyes, chasing after them.

Whether it was the lightning unleashed by the Little Dragon King or the flying sword strike from Shen Suiren, they could only break some of the swords and could not stop the pursuit of the remaining spiritual swords.

"Rise and fly away." Cheng Zhishun came to his senses and wanted to fly to them on his sword immediately, but he didn't expect that he was forbidden from flying again, so he had to use his escape technique to go to the top of the mountain.

Shen Suiren, however, instructed the Little Dragon King to use thunder and fire instead, and shouted, "Get out of the way, don't come up."

As she spoke, she threw the entire box of Thunderclap Bombs she was carrying at the group of spirit swords.

Boom boom boom

Amidst the thunderous roar, the immortal sword cleverly flew back to her side, but unexpectedly, Shen Suiren, who was fleeing, suddenly saw water-colored light spots appear on the mountaintop and turned back.

The Little Dragon King intensified his attack, throwing out, "What's that?"

"You've done a great job as the true core of the formation." Shen Suiren threw all the remaining Thunderclap Lightning on his body at the point of light.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The thunderbolts struck the target squarely.

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The earth shook violently, and in the blink of an eye, a mountain was split into four pieces.

Cheng Zhishun couldn't see them and couldn't run down in time, so he could only hide in the Little Dragon King's spatial hut first and then check if the little ancestor's soul was intact.

Shen Suiren, in fact, also took the Little Dragon King into the space room, and when the mountain collapsed, the walnut-sized hut kept rolling and rolling.

Long Ying, far away in the forbidden area, sensed that another eye had been broken and smiled at the Little Fox King, saying, "Go and find Shen Dingru to come in."

At the same time, the human and demon cultivators who were still searching for the entrance in Sparrow King Valley suddenly discovered that one side of the canyon had cracked open with a loud bang, followed by countless fragments of broken swords rushing out.

Zhu Kuang Zhenjun and the group of Nascent Soul cultivators quickly rolled up the fragments, and soon found a familiar spatial hut among them.

She grabbed him before anyone else could, and with her divine sense, she saw the unconscious Cheng Zhishun.

"Zhu Kuang, they've come out?"

"I don't know, I'll look it up again."

"Let's wake him up first, so we can know what's going on."

But before Zhu Kuang could respond, the crack in front of him widened again, and with a whoosh, a huge stream of water gushed out.

The moment everyone was lifted into the air, the water had already filled the entire canyon.

Zhu Kuang Zhenjun's divine sense was fixed on the large underwater crevice, and the others dared not miss it either.

In a short while, the water stopped flowing, and a lightning shield appeared on the surface, carrying several disciples who were fighting with another group of unfamiliar cultivators, but Shen Suiren was not among them.

"Zhi Shun, where was he at the beginning of the year?" Zhu Kuang Zhenjun transmitted his voice to wake Cheng Zhi Shun.