Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 447 Ji Xian
Fuzhong.

The clear and muddy streams, in shades of black and white, flow gently around the central courtyard. The walls are white and the tiles are blue, exuding an air of refined elegance.

In front of the courtyard stands a colorful, dark stone, about three feet high, with ancient characters engraved on it, which reads "Looking at the Clouds." It is protected by the Kan Water Mystic Array, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

The colorful stone was covered with cracks, shimmering with light, and occasionally it would carry away several pieces of broken stone, attracting the attention of various cultivators. This item was an extremely rare spiritual object with many uses.

Swords, water, and fire mingled outside the stream, creating a scene of intense killing intent; cultivators could be seen everywhere vying for the Radiant Stone.

When Liu Xingfang arrived at this place, he concealed his figure and occasionally unleashed a sword strike. The sharp sword light made many cultivators fearful and dare not approach. He walked along the stream like this.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that Zhao Xia of the Qinghua Sect was being besieged, with a large, colorful stone the size of a human head tied to his waist with a golden rope. It was quite extraordinary.

Among the spiritual objects in the Purple Mansion, many are restless and unprocessed, making it difficult for Foundation Establishment cultivators to store them in a mustard seed. It seems that this rosy stone is no exception.

The [Evil Soil of the Gravesite] that Liu Xingfang had just obtained was the same as this thing, so he had to use the village thunder to suppress it and put it into the thunder pool, so that it would not be visible outside.

The crazed tiger cub, surrounded and attacked, glared angrily, its eyes bulging like copper bells. Standing on the stone bridge by the stream, its roar was like thunder, instantly causing the group of cultivators to flee in terror.

His dark gold heavy armor, adorned with the shimmering patterns of a mythical steed, exuded an extreme strength and unyielding nature, capable of resisting magic. His pair of short halberds were weapons of the Geng Sha, extremely sharp, and moved like the wind.

However, at this moment, the man was at a disadvantage. The two opponents, an old man and a young man, were skilled cultivators who cooperated well and were both experts in the Foundation Establishment stage, gradually suppressing their opponent.

The leader was a young man with sharp eyebrows and eyes, dressed in a gray-white outfit. He was ruthless in his attacks, wielding a black fire bottle and a golden snake thunder mace. When he attacked, fire exploded and divine lightning shot out, making him extremely extraordinary.

'He can actually use both fire and divine thunder simultaneously.'

Liu Xingfang's heart stirred slightly. She secretly estimated that the person in front of her had an even stronger aura than Su Xian before. He was skilled in combat and was clearly someone who lived on the edge of a knife.

Although the power of the Fire God Thunder is strong, it is also an extremely ferocious and violent thing. If it is not activated properly, the user will be the first to be injured. However, this person can wield it at will, which shows that he is extraordinary.

Amidst the swirling autumn clouds to the side, an old cultivator with white hair and beard, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, crouched low, chanting incantations and activating seven precious coins to strike Zhao Xia.

The brass-colored light of the hidden gold changed on the precious coins. Every time it swept across them, it would wear down the luster of the opponent's short halberd and heavy armor, giving rise to spirituality and making them uncontrollable.

He was a rare cultivator who possessed hidden treasures. He and Yuan Ci were from the same lineage that specialized in dealing with magical artifacts. He single-handedly rendered the opponent's two powerful magical artifacts unusable.

Seeing Zhao Xia becoming increasingly passive, Liu Xingfang did not hesitate. She drew her sword, merged with the thunderous sound, and instantly burst forth. The bright sword light, carrying the invisible energy of annihilation, shot out and forced the old Taoist back.

"Fellow!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Xia felt somewhat relieved. He activated the [Heavenly Movement] technique, which, in accordance with the ceaseless nature of the heavens, would increase in power the more he fought against others, thus enhancing his offensive capabilities. It was a first-rate immortal foundation for combat.

"Come!"

He grinned maliciously, and his [Zhengqi Armor] and [Zhifa Shuangming Halberd] once again unleashed their power, surpassing even Vajra Pure, resisting the black fire and golden lightning. The two Gengbai short halberds slashed down in a cross pattern, sending the gray-clad man flying backward.

Zhao Xia unleashed a fierce gust of wind and charged forward. The golden light and the fiery energy were intertwined and inseparable. The two fought so fiercely that the stream trembled and all the cultivators retreated.

Another man in blue robes arrived, sword in hand, and landed gracefully. He faced the old cultivator hidden among the golden clouds. This man remained calm and simply said in a low voice:
"I am Daoist Jin Gai, a cultivator from the Qiu Jin Temple in the Eastern Outer Region. Who are you, and why are you blocking my way?"

"Overseas?"

Liu Xingfang's gaze sharpened slightly, and he simply smiled and said:
“I am Da Chiliu Xingfang. This Fellow Daoist Zhao has an agreement with my sect to protect each other. I will not make things difficult for you if you leave today.”

"it is good"

The old cultivator nodded slightly, seemingly wary of the other party's sword, and turned to leave. But in an instant, he summoned seven precious coins, forming an array that instantly suppressed the magic sword in the other party's hand.

At the same time, he raised a golden brick, engraved with a three-legged golden toad pattern. The extremely rich golden autumn light rose up and slammed down on the opponent's face with immense weight.

"A swordsman telling me this? Ha!"

The old Taoist priest looked smug, seeing that he had already obtained the seven incredibly powerful [Spirit-Transferring Coins]. With the nature of hiding gold, he was most adept at collecting them. These sword cultivators only had one powerful sword. Once they were controlled, what other means did they have?
The gold brick slammed down, freezing the Panpo in Liu Xingfang's hand. Yet, he remained calm and opened his mouth, spitting out two sword pellets, one purple and one green, which radiated hundreds of silver rays of light and collided fiercely with the gold brick.

A burst of silver lightning shattered the brilliance of the golden brick, sending it flying with a deafening roar. Two flying swords, like swimming fish, darted about beside the man in green, their sword energy flowing around them, a truly terrifying sight.

"She Lei Sword Qi!"

The Taoist priest was terrified and hurriedly tried to flee. He put away the gold brick to protect himself, transforming into a wisp of autumnal yellow mist and soaring away. This prompted the man who was still fighting Zhao Xia to angrily shout:

"Bao Gai, you broke your promise and deserted your post!"

"You're talking about these things with us overseas cultivators, Changsun Xian. You'd better go back to Yongzhou as soon as possible!"

Bao Gai vanished in an instant, surprising Liu Xingfang. She immediately drew her sword and attacked the gray-clad man.

This person was instantly unable to withstand it, his face turned ugly, and he activated his immortal foundation, raising the fire bottle high.

Black flames surged, and the three elements of nitrate, sulfur, and charcoal accumulated within the bottle. A chilling fluctuation rose, and Changsun Xian activated his Immortal Foundation, causing the power of the supreme fire within the bottle to surge instantly, its fierce aura spreading in all directions. The Supreme Fire Immortal Foundation, [Assistant Nitrate Lord], with nitrate as the sovereign, possessing the wonder of vertical strike; sulfur as the subject, possessing the power of horizontal explosion; and charcoal as the assistant, obtaining the method of complete combustion.

Once activated, the immortal foundation unleashed a barrage of black flames, obscuring the sky and causing surrounding vegetation to explode, its power increasing dramatically.

This person was actually a rare cultivator of the highest level of fire. Liu Xingfang had fought with Protector Liang of his sect before and knew how powerful this technique was, so he dared not take it head-on.

He immediately retreated, activating his immortal foundation. The Tribulation Pool hung high, and the Panpo slashed straight down, with silver lightning like dragons and snakes leaping out, clashing with the black fire in the bottle.

Boom!

The Silver Thunder Sword Qi condensed into a single line, cleaving through the black fire and slashing Changsun Xian into the stream, where he fell silent. However, the remaining power of the supreme fire remained undiminished, rolling in and bombarding the area, causing Liu Xingfang's expression to change as well.

In terms of sheer power, this black fire surpasses even the silver lightning, but its wondrous power is inferior to that of the She Lei. He donned his armor once more, but the silver-cast armor could not withstand the boundless black fire.

"I come!"

The light of the golden radiance solidified like a golden-white mountain, unmoving. Zhao Xia stepped forward, his twin halberds plunging into the ground, denting the dark gold heavy armor. He spat out a mouthful of foul blood, enduring the blow head-on.

At this moment, Changsun Xian, dragging his wounded body, fled quickly. The piece of radiant stone that he had been hiding on his body fell off, shining brightly and restlessly, and was about the size of a fist.

Liu Xingfang reacted swiftly, using a bolt of lightning to capture the object. The cultivators present were somewhat inclined to attack, but having just witnessed the power of these two, they all retreated.

"What formidable black fire! Fellow Daoist Zhao, are you alright?"

He glanced at Zhao Xia beside him. The burly man wiped the blood from his mouth, grinned, and said:

"Changsun Xian's [Fierce Fire and Rage Bottle] is indeed powerful. If it weren't for Liu Jianxian's help, we would have suffered a lot today."

"How can you call yourself a sword immortal, fellow Daoist—"

"You killed the pride of the Changsun family with a single sword strike, so you certainly deserve this title."

Zhao Xia finally took a good look at the person in front of him. He was quite surprised by the depth of the other party's swordsmanship. The fact that the other party had cultivated sword qi was enough to allow him to move freely in the Foundation Establishment stage, and his thunderous aura was even more extraordinary.

If we're talking about fighting, the person before me is comparable to a top cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, and might even be able to overpower a direct descendant of the Purple Mansion lineage.

Liu Xingfang then examined the colored stone in his hand. This object seemed to have the potential to soar into the sky and fly away, and it was not something that could be contained in a mustard seed. It needed to be suppressed at all times in order to hold it.

"This is the [Radiant Stone], a spiritual material for refining weapons. It's just that we don't have enough of it right now. If we could take the whole piece of the colored stone, we could make good use of it."

Zhao Xia's gaze darkened as he glanced at the Wangxia Colored Stone within the Kanshui Formation. At this moment, the colored stone had stopped scattering fragments outwards, and the cultivators, having received their benefits, departed one after another.

The two then headed towards the center of the mansion, where the circle of soft, white earthen light shifted and changed, captivating the soul.

The black and white light of the Kan Shui gradually enveloped the entire courtyard, about to cover the colorful mysterious stone, when a ghostly wind rose and a large, eerie hand reached out, grasped the stone, and took it in.

The array's light swirled, and no one around noticed the scene. Kongkong'er carefully slipped into a dilapidated building, with a skeleton supporting the [Radiant Stone] behind her.

"nice one."

He sighed, a smile appearing on his face, but then suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the pavilion. He saw the true qi and spiritual light change, and a woman emerged from it, with heroic features, carrying a sword and a dagger.

Kongkong'er, no longer afraid, leaned against the colorful stone and chuckled nonchalantly:
"How about it? I think if you break through soon and go into battle on your own, you'll be more powerful than that An Xianhui."

Yinniang ignored the other party, casually found a wooden table and chair and sat down. Her immaculate spiritual light swept over everything, leaving it spotless. Her gaze seemed to be fixed on the far distance, and she simply said calmly:
"I can't fathom the intentions of the Fuchen Immortal Sect, so I won't argue with you today."

Her expression hardened slightly, and a flash of golden and white light appeared in her eyes, like the clash of sharp swords. In an instant, the atmosphere in the pavilion changed, and many furnishings and spiritual objects lost their color, turning into a vast expanse of white.

Only she and Kongkong'er remained, their bodies as black as ink. Kongkong'er suppressed his playful expression; since the outside world could not see into the Purple Mansion, he only whispered:
"What's the situation up north?"

"The demons are gathering, divine thunder is piercing the sky, and there are movements in the Three Demon Lands and the Four Buddha Lands. You should take care of yourself."

As soon as Yinniang finished speaking, all the strange phenomena in the area dissipated, but her figure had already vanished, leaving this secret realm.

Kong Kong'er slowly paced around, activating his immortal foundation, and took the colorful stone into the [Yin Ghost Domain] within his inner landscape, causing all the colorful light to disappear.

"Divine Thunder. Once the sword of an emperor, now the blade of a commoner."

His expression shifted; now was not the time to ponder such things. This secret realm contained a wealth of treasures, and it was the perfect time for him to unleash his abilities.

A chilling wind rose again, and the white-robed swordsman vanished in an instant, disappearing into the distance.

From the center of the mansion, the soft white light grew stronger and stronger, rising into the sky, spreading a vast and ancient aura that shocked everyone in the Purple Mansion present.

The millet and soil manifest themselves in the world.

(End of this chapter)