Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 443 Qingyang
Southern Prefecture.

A continuous stretch of muddy yellow stone walls, inscribed with the secret incantation "Calamity and Blessing" to exorcise evil spirits, lay on the ground covered with coarse sand resembling white brine.

The central bronze altar gleamed, and the yellowish-green clay on which it was enshrined constantly emitted a fierce and desolate aura. Stimulated by the thunder and fire from all sides, it appeared even more eerie.

Liu Xingfang moved like a dragon, his sword light like rain, mixed with white lightning to send the sky full of yin fire flying. Above him hung a pool of tribulation, slowly rotating and gathering lightning.

He had already changed into a set of silver-cast thunder-patterned armor, engraved with fighting thunder patterns, echoing the thunder pool, which was the newly cast [Ze Guang] armor.

This armor originally possessed the nature of thunder, but later transformed into a shrine. The sword stand on its back was changed to a thunder stand, echoing the thunder pool in the immortal foundation, which is the place where thunder repositions.

[Su Lin Dian] and [Jie Feng Xing Lei] landed gracefully behind his armor. Sensing the immortal foundation, they revealed the ferocious and majestic head of a unicorn and the extremely dazzling blade, attacking alongside him with every swing of his sword.

Mysterious and wondrous [manifested].

It is the wondrous power born from Ze Guang's reforging that can transform lightning into extraordinary phenomena, such as the head of a unicorn and the blade of calamity, which will attack whenever it is used.

At the same time, the divine power of the Thunder Palace Immortals continuously bestowed upon him, causing his aura to gradually rise.

[The calamity comes of its own accord].

As the person in charge of law, he can nurture the divine wonders of the Thunder Palace. He has served as the elder in charge of law in the sect for many years and has also taken on a divine position in the Thunder Department of Dali. He has already developed two divine wonders.

【Dou Sha】, belonging to Dou Shu, can control the speed of magic power and escape light, and is a manifestation of the extreme speed of divine thunder.

【Severe Punishment】, under the jurisdiction of the Chief of Calamity, can reduce the consumption of magical power and increase its power whenever the Thunder Palace technique is activated.

He has now pushed these two divine techniques to an extremely high level. Whether it is the enhancement of speed or the increase of the power of thunder magic, both have reached 50%, which is terrifying.

His movements were as swift as thunder, his sword flashing down in succession, the vast lightning condensing into a celestial river, and with a casual use of [One Breath Through the River], he wiped out the Yin Fire that filled the sky.

Su Xian retreated rapidly, but the silver-white sword blade remained close to her like a ghost, getting closer and closer until it pierced her brow.

Lightning woven into chains fell from the pool of calamity, viciously piercing the woman's collarbone, about to pierce it.

Su Xian raised his head, activated his immortal foundation, and countless yellow flames rose up, shaped like bright candles, burning faintly.

【E'Teng Huo】, the extreme of Yin fire burning the body, can directly sense the cultivator's life, and ignite Yin fire from the Qi Sea.

These billowing yellow flames rise up, and once they get close, they will penetrate into the opponent's dantian, burning their life force endlessly. Even if the opponent transforms into lightning, they will find it difficult to escape.

As expected, the opponent's sword momentum faltered, the lightning dimmed, and the sword light was not as sharp as before.

Su Xian smiled slightly, raised his hand and clenched it, and countless thin, dark red needles appeared out of thin air, locking onto the opponent's life and shooting towards him.

"【Damage to Life, Sinking Calamity, Yin Thorn】"

The dark red needles stirred up streaks of light as they pierced towards the man in blue robes in front of them.

At the same time, Su Xian activated the colorful lantern in his hand again, and countless colorful flames rose up, like fire dragons plunging down.

Just as she thought she had succeeded, a black and white light appeared in front of her, accompanied by raging thunder and fire. A terrifying aura of calamity and punishment rose up, breaking countless needles in two.

"【Heming Thunderfire Talisman Sword】"

Liu Xingfang took a step forward, pointed his magic sword forward, and picked up a large talisman formed from thunder and fire. The [Minor Netherworld Poison Fire] and the [Spirit-Stabilizing Calamity Light] rotated together, transforming into a sword wheel raging with thunder and fire.

This technique, reaching the fifth rank, is almost the highest rank that Foundation Establishment cultivators can master. Moreover, it originated from the Thunder Palace, and its power is second only to sword intent.

Black and white lightning fell lightly from the sword's edge, bursting forth with brilliant light in an instant, illuminating the area and completely extinguishing the colorful fire dragon, sweeping across with unstoppable force.

"Thunder Palace Spell!"

Su Xian's heart sank, and he activated the colorful lanterns to defend himself, but the black and white sword wheel rolled down, and the lightning and fire swept down, completely wearing away the protective magic light, making it difficult to resist.

She raised her hands high, holding up a blood-stained mourning cloth. The cloth emitted a ghostly light, accompanied by cries and sorrow. It grew longer in the wind, like a curtain falling to block out thunder and fire.

The [Death-Slaying Scarf] is an ancient magical artifact that combines the properties of hearing the netherworld and subduing the earth. It can harness the radiant light of the netherworld to protect the body and activate the ghostly yin energy of the underworld to fight enemies.

Liu Xingfang remained calm, pointed his long sword forward, and commanded in a deep voice:
"fall!"

The long-hidden power of [Severe Punishment] suddenly erupted, the light on the Thunderfire Sword Wheel became several times brighter, and it crashed down, sweeping away the two hidden lights and striking the opponent's body.

The already tattered incantations on the four walls were swept away by the lightning and fire. The mourning cloth in Su Xian's hand was torn, and he was knocked back like a kite with a broken string, his breath weak.
She was seriously injured at the moment. The power of the opponent's Thunderfire Talisman Sword was extremely great. It also possessed the dual nature of thunder and fire. Once it was unleashed, it pierced through her physical body and damaged her immortal foundation.

Su Xian spat out a pool of black blood, then activated his magic power, summoning a jade bottle containing pure white water that flowed out like a hot spring, enveloping his body and repairing his magic.

The "Life-Preserving Bottle" is an ancient ritual implement used in the art of water purification. It was created before water was divided into two parts, making it extremely ancient and a rare healing and protective artifact.

The clear white water flowed and circulated, continuously dissipating the thunder and fire, resisting the killing intent, and gradually restoring its momentum.

Relying on this ancient magical artifact, Su Xian once again gained the upper hand. At this moment, he raised the colorful lantern in his hand, and the colorful flames, like angry dragons, rose up and hovered in the sky, confronting the Thunder Pool.

Liu Xingfang swung his sword again, urging his magic power. The Thunderfire Sword Wheel spun, once again eroding the layers of water. Su Xian could only use two ancient magical artifacts to resist, but he gradually showed signs of weakness.

Her face was gloomy. At this moment, she was fully activating her immortal foundation and casting spells. The light in all directions immediately dimmed and disappeared.

A pair of strange, crimson pupils suddenly opened, as large as millstones, radiating divine light. The air underwent rapid temperature changes, damaging one's blood and energy, making their physical body extremely weak, as if afflicted with a serious illness. [The Art of Illuminating Severe Illnesses]!
This technique, reaching the fifth rank, is a forbidden art within the Fuchen Sect. It uses the fire of cold and heat to damage the blood and qi, and wear down the physical body. Once struck, it becomes difficult to exert full strength, as if one has suffered a serious illness.

Dark red lines appeared on Liu Xingfang's face, resembling broken porcelain, while the fiery dragon that emerged from the opponent's colored lantern roared towards her face.

He activated his escape technique at this moment. With the blessing of the [Heavenly Sound Escape], his figure became like a ghost, and at the same time he opened his mouth and spat out.

The blue and purple streaks of light clashed and easily cleaved through the opponent's protective aura and water-like energy. The two flying swords, [罡音] and [幽泉], separated in an instant, one above and the other below.

The Thunder Pool hung high, firmly suppressing the opponent. The invisible energy that severed water and fire rose from the three magic swords, causing Su Xian's expression to change drastically.

Sword Qi!

From the moment they left until now, their opponent had never used their full strength, concealing their weapon skills until now, which made Su Xian feel a sense of fear.

The sword energy already possessed the power to annihilate the invisible. At the Foundation Establishment stage, no protective magic light could withstand it. And that chilling sword energy had already reached her, making her body feel cold.

In an instant, countless purple and white lightning bolts poured down from the Thunder Pool. The three magic swords each locked onto Su Xian's spiritual platform, yellow court, and sea of ​​qi, and gracefully slashed out, which was the [Celestial Sword Fall].

Boom!

A talisman emanating from the woman's body, glowing with the light of the Gen Earth, instantly carried her away into the distance, heading straight for the north side of this mansion.

The jade bottle, struck by the sword light, swayed precariously, its flow of water ceased, and it fell to the ground, gradually losing its mystical power.

Liu Xingfang stepped forward and casually picked up the ancient artifact. He felt a warm and nourishing energy emanating from it, which instantly healed many of the injuries he had sustained.

'nice one.'

This substance is of the water-transforming nature, and its entire body is carved like mutton fat jade. It is engraved with patterns of white clouds and valleys, and its interior is bright and shiny, with pure white water flowing around it. It nourishes life and protects vitality.

Liu Xingfang had witnessed Protector Fan's actions in the past, but the effects of a Celestial Foundation were probably not as good as this [Life-Preserving Bottle]. Magical artifacts that could heal injuries were extremely rare, let alone one of such high quality.

'This Su Xian is definitely not a rogue cultivator; he has an extraordinary background and a perfected immortal foundation. He should be a direct descendant of the Purple Mansion lineage. He is probably...'

A thought flashed through his mind and he guessed: who else but Fu Chen could have such a profound Ding Fire technique?
'This person was probably sent here for training. His cultivation is decent, but when it comes to fighting techniques, he still seems somewhat lacking.'

Liu Xingfang instantly identified the other party's identity. In this secret realm, people can be roughly divided into two categories.

One type consists of the fighters carefully selected by each Purple Mansion. They have all cultivated in the Foundation Establishment stage for a long time and are extremely skilled in combat. For example, Zhao Xia, the "Foolish Tiger," is here to fight to the death.

Another type is like Su Xian and him, who, as direct descendants, are constantly watched by the Master and have many life-saving methods, but are just undergoing training.

Having defeated his opponent, he paused to catch his breath before heading towards the bronze altar. Upon closer inspection, he saw several lines of writing engraved beneath the bluish-yellow clay on the altar.

"In the ninth year of Yin Xuan, the Qingyang Palace presented the 'Evil Soil of the Grave Sheep' and offered it a sacrifice with the 'Secret Incantation of the Supreme Witch' to seek the 'Divine Embryo of the Qingyang,' but it was ultimately unsuccessful."

Liu Xingfang watched silently, his mind racing. There were some records in the old history of Shu that the reign title of Emperor Taizu was "Taiheng", while "Yinxuan" was probably the reign title of Emperor Jing of Shu.

"Qingyang Palace, is this also the immortal path of ancient Shu?"

He turned his gaze to the object of worship on the altar, a clay sculpture shaped like a womb. It should have been a muddy yellow color, but it was later dyed blue, exuding a fierce and strange aura.

"This item is extraordinary."

Liu Xingfang had seen some spiritual objects from the Purple Mansion before, but the thing before him was even more wondrous than the [Gengzi Cold Iron] sent by the Taizhen Sect. He tried to put it in a mustard seed, but it wouldn't fit.

With a thought, he manifested a thunder pool and used local thunder to suppress it, taking it into the pool.

From afar came bursts of angry roars and the sounds of clashing swords. Countless colorful clouds, like swimming dragons, rose from the central palace, their celestial light dazzling. All the cultivators present were attracted and rushed towards them.

Liu Xingfang lightly brushed the blood off his sword, his gaze sharp as lightning, and the extremely fierce sword light crisscrossed, causing the surrounding cultivators to retreat. He then instantly transformed into a streak of lightning and fled.

Outside the secret realm.

Xu Xuan's eyes flashed with pure silver lightning as he gazed into the distance.

In the vast emptiness opposite, a man in a crimson Taoist robe stood quietly, a yin aura gathering between his brows.

The two looked at each other, and at the point where their eyes met, the void twisted and collapsed.

'An Xianhui'

Xu Xuan immediately recognized the person, but the other party looked at him with a playful gaze. The temperature in the void changed suddenly, and the Yin Fire slowly stirred.

'A True Person of the Great Crimson Temple, inheriting the legacy of the Xuan lineage.'

An Xianhui felt a chill in his heart, a hidden killing intent rising within him. When he saw the sword-wielding Taoist opposite him, he felt that the look in his eyes was somewhat familiar and repulsive, reminding him of the dragon seed from the past.

'Once I obtain the inheritance, I'll deal with that dragon seed in the South China Sea.'

Seeing that Su Xian had lost, he was already somewhat angry, so he only looked at the person in the center.

A gentle breeze stirred, obscuring the scene, yet a faint aura of ghostly energy and primordial light clashed, accompanied by the clear, resonant sound of swords clashing.

(End of this chapter)