Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 2 Fire Tiger Fang

Three years later, it was the beginning of spring.

Dachiguan is located on Luoqing Mountain. To the north is the Li River. The water is clear and there are many fish, shrimps, turtles, crabs, tigers, dragons, hooks and snakes in it. There are also some powerful monsters. But now they are all silent, as if a drowned dragon passed by and no one dared to make waves anymore.

The Li River divides the Chiyun County into north and south. Luo Qing is located in the Qingwei Seven Mountains on the south bank of the river. The Dachi Temple occupies the four hills with the most spiritual energy. There are some small sects around it, most of which are second-rate Qi training sects. Those with foundation-building skills have gone to the Dajingyuan in the south where spiritual veins are everywhere.

When Chongyangzi was alive, he also wanted to go to Dajingyuan to look for a sacred place. However, before he could succeed, he was killed by a demon disaster. Now, the Dapan Mountain under the Dachiguan has been occupied by the Lotus Temple in Jiangbei.

The beautiful sun hangs high in the sky, and golden light shines through the green pines in front of the Juzhen Palace on Tianqing Peak.

Xu Xuan was meditating and regulating his breathing in the hall. Sword energy spread around his body, lightning flashed, and a breath of foul air was expelled, and the blue bricks under his feet immediately turned into powder.

"My cultivation has reached the fifth level of Qi training. The further you advance, the harder it becomes. My master also had a one-foot-long spiritual root back then, and he was already sixty years old when he established his foundation. How long do I have to wait?"

Xu Xuan practiced the third-grade "Zhenyaowenlingfa". He was close to thunder, and his magic power was as surging as thunder. If he built his foundation, he could form a thunder pool in his body, which could absorb the lightning for his own use. It was a very domineering third-grade skill.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, your cultivation has improved again."

Outside the Juzhen Palace stood a big man with a curly beard, wearing a green Taoist robe, with rough eyebrows and eyes like a tiger. There was a small red jade hammer hanging from his waist, with the twelve stars inscribed on it. He looked a bit like a green forest hero in the mountains.

It was Xu Xuan's senior brother, Wang Xiwei, who was nearly eighty years old and had been stuck in the fourth level of Qi training for many years. Now he didn't practice in seclusion very often. He was in charge of the internal refining matters. He came to greet Xu Xuan after seeing that he had finished his seclusion.

"Brother Xi Wei, you're joking. I've only reached the fifth level now. If I want to reach the sixth level, I'm afraid I'll have to put in a lot of hard work. I wonder when I'll be able to build my foundation?"

Xu Xuan sighed. It was really difficult to build a foundation. Although he had the help of the Eight-Character Ancient Seal, his cultivation speed was still far behind those disciples of big sects who had elixirs and precious medicines to nourish them and practiced in sacred mountains and blessed lands.

"Those who are capable should do more work. Junior Brother Xu Xuan's talent is similar to Master's. From now on, all matters within the sect will still be in your hands."

Wang Xiwei laughed out loud. This junior brother had been under his care since he was young. He had excellent talent and character. He was also the only one in the temple who had the hope of establishing a foundation. The future of Dachi Temple still depended on whether Xu Xuan could successfully establish a foundation.

The two of them walked out of Juzhen Palace together, left Tianqing, and headed for Dangyun Peak, which was headed by Wang Xiwei.

Although he had already mastered the ability to control the wind through Qi training, the two of them just walked down the mountain path leisurely. Xu Xuan had been in seclusion for three years, and the surrounding situation might have changed. He was about to ask Wang Xiwei, but the other party spoke first.

"Since the Lotus Temple took over Dapan Mountain three years ago, there has been no activity. I heard that the abbot, Ci Hai, is now in the middle stage of the Arhat realm, equivalent to the fifth level of Qi Refining, and is also fully committed to striving for the Pratyekabuddha realm. I wonder how many years it will take."

Wang Xiwei spoke indignantly. The monks from the Lotus Temple had come to provoke him many times, and the two families were at loggerheads, so naturally he was in a bad mood.

Xu Xuan had fought with the old monk Ci Hai. The other party had profound Buddhist knowledge, and he could only barely defeat him with his sword energy. The small sects in Qingwei have always been led by the most powerful Dachi Temple. But now that Master Xu Xuan has passed away, the momentum of the Lotus Temple cannot be stopped. The surrounding Black Wind Valley, Qiuhu Sect and Huichun Mountain all have their own thoughts and are looking for new backers.

However, if Ci Hai wants to reach the level of Arhat and achieve the position of a mage, it will probably take him decades of hard work, which is about the same time Xu Xuan estimated to take to build his foundation.

"Is the Chen family in the south okay?"

What Xu Xuan was concerned about was the Chen family in the south. Its head, Chen Weiyuan, was in the late stage of foundation building and was very powerful. He was good friends with Chong Yangzi in the past. After Master Xu Xuan passed away, he came to the temple in person to mourn, stopping the surrounding factions from taking the opportunity to annex him.

Especially the Lotus Temple. Originally, Changming Mountain was going to fall into the hands of the monks, but the other party got the news and only occupied Dapan Mountain and left.

"The Chen family and the demons from Baiqing Cave have been engaged in a fierce battle. Both sides are vying for a spiritual spring, but Old Master Chen has remained silent, so rumors are bound to spread. His 200th birthday is coming up in half a month, so I'm afraid the various families might be tempted to test the waters."

Wang Xiwei gently stroked the red jade hammer at his waist, as if thinking:
"If this person is not in good condition, then the Lotus Temple might really come knocking on our door."

The two discussed it in detail. If it really came to that time, they would probably have no choice but to abandon Bai Shi and trap Changming and Luo Qing.

The ancient bluestone road was paved smoothly, and the two of them walked briskly, and soon they arrived at Dangyun Peak.

There were originally nearly a hundred outer disciples in Dachiguan, most of whom were selected from the mortals in the territory. They were mainly assigned to guard the three mountains of Changming, Baishi and Dapan under Dachiguan, and were responsible for maintaining the spiritual veins and mining and collecting herbs.

If the spiritual roots are five inches or more, one can become a disciple of Luo Qing and practice his true teachings.

Outer disciples who reach the middle stage of fetal breathing before the age of twenty, with no leaks in their sea of qi and spiritual energy entering their bodies, can also come to Luo Qingshan to become disciples of a peak and practice true cultivation. However, most people are stuck in the early stage of fetal breathing until they die of old age.

Those who manage to break through the middle stage are often beyond their age, either in middle age or very old.

Chongyangzi passed away, and the Lotus Temple took over Dapan Mountain. Most of the outer disciples ran away. The last elder who reached the peak of Qi training died in a battle last year. There are only four true disciples, including Liu Xiaowen, who was accepted by Xu Xuan. The Dachi Temple can be said to be in a period of transition.

Dangyun Peak is located on the sunny side of Luoqing Mountain. The peak is directly connected to a fire vein underground. The ancestors used a formation to lock the fire energy for the purpose of refining weapons. There is a lot of sulfur and burning coal on the peak, and the grass and trees are withered and yellow, which is not very pleasant.

Xu Xuan followed Wang Xiwei into a side hall, where a three-person-tall red copper furnace was placed. On it was a painting of a red sun and a fire crow, looking ancient and timeless. It was the ancestral magic weapon of the Dachi Temple, the mid-grade foundation-building magic furnace, the [Shangyang Honglu]. The furnace contained evil fire energy that could burn gold and iron. It could be made into a tool, but it was difficult to produce an elixir.

There was a green-robed disciple in the fetal breathing state by the stove, using hand gestures to control the fire. When he saw Xu Xuan and Wang Xiwei enter, he stopped his work and came out to greet them.

He has a round face and a fat body, and looks honest when he smiles. He is Wang Xiwei's true disciple and also his biological son, Wang Qiyun.

"Meet the headmaster, meet the master."

Wang Qiyun hurried over to pay his respects. The fire was rising from the furnace, which was too much for him to withstand with his level of cultivation at the fetal breathing stage. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and he was a little out of breath.

"Qiyun has accumulated a lot of knowledge and has reached the late stage of fetal breathing. It seems that he will be able to practice Qi soon." Xu Xuan smiled and helped Wang Qiyun up. The child had decent talent. His spiritual roots were five inches long and he had a kind temperament. He was on the road to practicing Qi. The most important thing was that he had a good talent in refining equipment, which was better than Wang Xiwei's in his youth.

Wang Qiyun was still a young man, not as tall and strong as his father, but more like his mother. He was a little timid when he met the two elders and did not dare to say much.

Wang Xiwei remained serious and just responded with a "OK". He had been refining weapons for the sect for many years, and he had rarely seen his son since he was a child. When his son grew up and entered Dangyun Peak, the two of them only interacted as master and disciple, which gave him a headache.

Xu Xuan watched it carefully from the side, but didn't know how to mediate other people's family affairs, so he had to let Qiyun take the two of them to see the magic weapon being refined.

Inside the [Jingyang Honglu], the evil fire surged, showing a dark red color, like a peony blooming and gathering. Among them, a blood-red magic sword was floating up and down, with flames rising, constantly burning.

"The top-grade fetal breathing magic sword was refined by you, Qiyun?"

Xu Xuan was originally a sword cultivator who had cultivated sword energy. He had seen the foundation-building magic sword [Hengguang] left by his master, so he could naturally tell the quality of the magic weapon in the furnace.

Although it is only a top-grade fetal breath, the material used is [Blood and Fire Refined Iron]. The forging method is the most laborious method of stacking weapons in Dachi Temple. It takes ninety-nine days of hard work to separate nine sword embryos and stack them one by one.

"Master, I refined this for Junior Brother Xiao Wen. It's the best magical sword I've ever refined."

Wang Qiyun's words were quite complacent. At his age, he was able to practice the top-grade fetal breathing technique, which was enough to make him proud.

While introducing the magic sword to Xu Xuan, he secretly glanced at his father. Seeing that the other party still had that cold look, his interest dropped a little.

Xu Xuan noticed it and praised him repeatedly, which made Wang Qiyun feel a little embarrassed.

"Brother Qiyun, Brother Qiyun, look what I caught."

A young man rushed in from outside the hall. He was handsome and agile, like an ancient ape from the mountains. He was wearing a black robe similar to Xu Xuan's, with fire clouds painted on it. He was dragging the corpse of a monster, which was a white-browed tiger with hanging eyes. It looked like it had just entered the fetal state and was somewhat mature.

Liu Xiaowen followed his senior brother's instructions and went to Changming Mountain to hide for several months before he found a suitable monster for the sword fetus blood sacrifice. After a fierce battle, he captured it. When he was about to come to find his senior brother, he found that his master and uncle were together when he entered the hall. He immediately restrained himself, did not dare to make trouble anymore, and hurriedly saluted.

"Xiao Wen, I've been in seclusion for three years. How's your cultivation progress?"

Xu Xuan intended to test this disciple's cultivation to see if he had slacked off during the three years of seclusion.

"Reporting to Master, I have reached the middle stage of fetal breathing. The sea of qi is leak-free and spiritual energy has entered my body."

Liu Xiaowen responded respectfully. He had worked very hard in the past three years and had already entered the middle stage of fetal breathing, which was much faster than Wang Qiyun's time.

Since entering the mountain, Xu Xuan only brought this disciple for a few months. He paid homage to the ancestral hall and passed down a third-grade volume of "Zhengyuan Breathing Method", which is the highest-grade Guannei Taixi Gong method. Only true disciples can practice it. It has the effect of rectifying the Yuan and stopping evil, and strengthening the foundation.

Wang Qiyun on the side waved to Liu Xiaowen, and the young man immediately ran over with a smile and threw the tiger demon's body into the furnace.

Wang Qiyun silently increased the earth fire and refined the monster body into a ball of blood essence. He carved patterns on the sword, creating a scene of a red tiger entering the mountains and roaring in the wilderness. The red magic sword trembled constantly, with blood light contained within and pure fire element flowing.

"It's done."

Wang Qiyun took out the magic sword from the furnace and handed it to Liu Xiaowen. The young man was very happy, but a little embarrassed. It was Xu Xuan who let him accept it with confidence.

Liu Xiaowen thanked him repeatedly. He had been practicing with Wang Qiyun for the past three years. Xu Xuan was busy with his work and was rarely seen most of the time, so the relationship between the two brothers was very close.

"Have you thought of a name for this magical weapon?"

Xu Xuan asked, while silently feeling the four ancient characters [Yang Sui Jiang Huo] in his Qi Sea. Liu Xiaowen was still in fetal breathing, and his sea of consciousness was not clear, so this seal script could not be passed on. He could only wait until he practiced Qi.

"I've thought of it a long time ago. Let's call it [Fire Tiger Fang]."

Liu Xiaowen couldn't hide the joy on his face. He was a young man at heart, and he was fascinated by the stories of sword immortals in the vernacular novels.

After a while, Xu Xuan left the two of them on the peak to continue their cultivation, while Wang Xiwei went to refine weapons.

He rode the wind to the warehouse where the spiritual resources were stored, took out the master's token, pinched his fingers to open the formation and went in. The outermost layer of the warehouse was filled with the resources collected this year, and he counted them one by one.

The mortals offered a total of one hundred kilograms of spiritual grain, sixty pieces of [Red Blood Stone] produced in Baishi Mountain, and seven pieces of [Blood and Fire Essence Iron].

The harvest of spiritual medicines in Changming Mountain was not good, so the spiritual herb growers in the sect left the sect and went to Huichun Mountain in the west.

As for Dapan Mountain, the mountain has a strong green wood energy and is suitable for the production of spiritual medicines, but it was occupied by the Lotus Temple. Xu Xuan had no choice but to have people plant all the spiritual herbs and medicines in Changming Mountain, but the ground energy was thin and the harvest was really poor. The spiritual plant husband ran away again, and it was really not as good as before.

Over the years, the disciples in the sect have to practice and also provide for the elders, which is basically a break-even situation.

The most important thing is that the old man of the Chen family is about to celebrate his birthday, but he can't find any good gift. Not to mention finding a foundation-building magic weapon, he must at least find a suitable spiritual object to give away. This favor must not be broken.

He had no choice but to pack up and take out spiritual stones and elixirs from the lower inventory, as well as some broken magical tools, and put them all into a mustard seed bag, preparing to go to the market to try his luck.

(End of this chapter)