Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 468 Candlelight
Jiandi, Daiye Fudi.

This place belongs to the Fuchen Immortal Sect and has nineteen spiritual mountains and many secret realms. The sun and moon do not shine in the sky, only a large, dark blue star hangs in the air, surrounded by boundless dark red and yellow Ding fire radiance.

The firelight, after undergoing a great transformation, fell upon the mountains, appearing no different from sunlight.

Ding Fire is a fire of calamity, a fire of sickness and old age. In the hands of Buddhist monks, it becomes a karmic fire that inspires fear. Whether one is a celestial or Buddhist monk, it is a first-rate insidious and ruthless thing.

Fuchen has a profound cultural heritage, not only with a high-altitude grotto, but also a blessed land comparable to the ancestral home of the Song family, which nourishes the human tradition and makes it extremely prosperous.

On a sacred mountain located on the border of the blessed land, the Ding Fire Qi surged back and forth. From a grand hall at the top, a furious roar could be faintly heard, and black and white lightning could be seen scattering and entangled with the Ding Fire.

A large array was specially set up outside the hall to isolate heaven and earth and suppress thunder.

Inside the main hall, a precious platform filled with surging pure energy hung suspended in the air. A young man sat on it, dressed in a crimson Taoist robe. He was handsome, but there was a lingering yin energy between his brows, adding a touch of malevolence to his appearance.

A deep wound now appeared on his jade-like body, within which an extremely sharp sword intent was hidden, constantly severing his magical power. Meanwhile, the even more troublesome black and white lightning seeped into his inner world, attaching itself to his supernatural abilities. If he relaxed his suppression, it would immediately sense the heavens and earth and unleash a tribulation of lightning.

"She Lei."

An Xianhui's tone was filled with anger, and a fierce glint rose between his brows and eyes. He showed no signs of self-cultivation and was a complete anomaly in the Purple Mansion.

If we're really talking about it, the demonic cultivators of Northern Liao are far superior to this person in terms of cultivation, and none of them are as undignified as him.

He then activated his magic power and offered up two precious pearls, both of which were rare spiritual objects.

One is deep silver, of the elemental magnetic nature, engraved with a silver-scaled black fish, its head like an ox, its tail divided into three parts, the light of the elemental magnetic energy leaping, illuminating the true body of the cultivator, constantly entangling the sword intent, and drawing it out.

One is Youbai, belonging to the Lesser Yin nature, painted with a six-winged white moth, its body like jade, with white bones, spitting out Yin energy, and interacting with water and fire. When this precious pearl's light shines on it, the sword intent that was restrained gradually dissipates.

After an unknown amount of time, some of the sword wounds were finally healed, but the remaining sword intent and lightning were still overwhelming, especially the deep, dark lightning that entangled the inner landscape, making it difficult to separate. It could only be burned away little by little by Ding Fire along with the physical body, and then restored with Pure Qi.

There is no established tradition in the world that can definitively subdue the Earthly Lightning. It can only be mitigated by using methods to avoid calamities, but this also damages one's vital energy and delays cultivation.

At this moment, a woman walked slowly from outside the palace. She was dressed in a silver-white Taoist robe, with an otherworldly appearance, free from any hint of wickedness. Her Ding Fire supernatural powers were pure and unadulterated, as if she had just mastered them. She went straight into the inner room and looked at the other person.

Upon seeing this person arrive, An Xianhui on the platform grew increasingly grim, on the verge of exploding, but held back, only coldly saying:

"Wei Peibai, what brings you to my palace? Are you here to laugh at me?"

The woman remained calm and showed no dissatisfaction with An Xianhui's tone. She simply took out a jade box, activated her magic, and presented it to him.

“I visited the Hanging Temple and listened to the monk on the ancient boat preach. I obtained a kind of Phoenix Scale Glue from him. It is produced in the Western Sea and is rare in the world. It can repair the body of a monk.”

"There's no good way to heal from sword intent and lightning wounds. Take this spiritual item and use it to recover."

An Xian, her face grim with regret, waved her sleeve and returned the jade box, her voice growing colder:
"It's not your place to pity me."

"Junior brother."

The woman called out softly, which seemed to provoke the man in front of her, causing An Xian to regretfully descend from the platform.

"Don't call me that!"

A surge of pure energy coursed through him, and lightning crackled from the sword wound on his chest. An Xianhui's expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed intently on the person before him, his voice filled with anger:
“From childhood to adulthood, you have always been one step ahead of me in everything. When you were valued and promoted to a higher realm, the adults personally gave you lectures. Did you ever think of me at that time?”

"Yes, I was born with a defect, and my father found a 'Soul-Summoning Wood' from the 'Heavenly Questioning' method to bring me to life. How can I compare to you!"

Wei Peibai remained calm, seemingly accustomed to the temperament of the person before him, and simply said softly:

"You are blessed with good fortune and will achieve great things in the future, so there's no need for you to compete with me. If you are not satisfied with this [Phoenix and Scale Glue], when the Kunlun Mountains open up, and your injuries are not yet healed, how will you serve the sect?"

These words seemed to weigh down a mountain, firmly pressing down on the person before him, causing his fierce aura to gradually recede. An Xianhui's expression remained cold, still unmoved by the spiritual object. He seemed to have made up his mind, flipping his hand to produce a crimson treasure box, on which seemed to flow with blood. He slowly opened it a crack, and all the light in the hall vanished.

A crimson object, as hard as gold and stone, resembling an eyeball, rose from the treasure box and instantly entered An Xianhui's body. In an instant, the lightning vanished, and the sword wound healed.

His aura continued to rise, but the yin energy between his brows grew stronger, making his ferocity obvious and forcing Wei Peibai to take a few steps back, his expression gradually changing.

"Once you've taken the [Lost Pearl of Candlelight], there's no turning back."

A hint of sadness appeared in the woman's eyes. An Xianhui's aura grew increasingly cold and fierce. His life force seemed to be completely intact. His supernatural powers changed, and a pair of dark red divine eyes appeared in the darkness.

"Who sent you to deliver this Phoenix Scale Glue?"

An Xianhui's tone was cold, like a sword slashing out, demanding an answer from the other party.

Wei Peibai hesitated for a moment, then remained silent.

"It must be my father, right?"

Wei Peibai suddenly raised her head, not expecting that the person in front of her could guess that Lingjing Zhenren had instructed her to come to this peak under some pretext to deliver this item. An Xianhui had been in seclusion to recuperate, so how could she know?

But the fierce aura that had initially emanated from the young man gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep despair in his eyes. He seemed somewhat exhausted, waving his hand and simply saying:

"Go then. Cultivate in your secluded cave, where you don't concern yourself with cause and effect. Why bother talking to me about the bond between our sects? We were classmates in the [Wangchen Palace] back then; just pretend you've forgotten about it."

Wei Peibai was puzzled, wondering why the person in front of him acted this way even though he knew that his father had given him this spiritual item.

"Although our clan is prosperous, we will face future conflicts with Liao. As you represent the clan in the world, you still need to be careful."

An Xianhui remained silent, turning her face away and ignoring her senior sister's instructions. The hall fell silent for a moment. Wei Peibai had no choice but to put away the Phoenix Scale Glue, say goodbye, and then transform into scattered flames and vanish into the void.

"Father."

An Xianhui touched her heart and murmured to herself before turning and walking deeper into the main hall.

Beyond the sacred peak, above the clouds, the two stood quietly.

A man dressed in a crimson Taoist robe, whose eyebrows and eyes were ninety percent similar to An Xianhui's, even sharing the same sinister aura, looked calmly at the main hall.

Beside him stood an old cultivator, dressed in a silver-white robe, with a long, flowing beard and white hair. Beside him, there was an extremely solid transformation of the Earth element, which could be Mount Tai, Changyuan, or Hengyan. He was revered by all people and blessed with good fortune. He was clearly a cultivator at the late stage of the Purple Mansion realm.

“Junior Brother Lingjing, your behavior has gone too far.”

The old cultivator's expression was complicated. At this moment, the two of them were concealed by the formation, but they had witnessed what happened in the hall and watched as An Xianhui swallowed the [Candle Shadow Relic Pearl].

Ling Jing's gaze was deep and unfathomable; she simply said calmly:
“Senior Brother Yuanyi, this matter was decided by Xianhui himself. He has long aspired to enter the humble sect of Beihai and is willing to take the fate of Zhuyin into his own body.”

"How could he have made such a decision on his own! You knew he and Pei Bai were at odds, and given his nature, he would never have accepted this spiritual object. Instead, you left him this [Candle Shadow Pearl]. Now, let Pei Bai provoke him. With Xian Hui's temperament, how could he not accept this pearl?"

Yuan Yi's eyes flashed with anger as he looked at the Taoist beside him and continued:
"My lord needs him, but this isn't the only way to do things. He is, after all, your son. Don't you feel even a little bit sorry for him? When Xianhui was young, he was a humble person, but after you took him out of the mountains to gain experience, he has become like this."

"He lacks talent, so he must have given up something. Otherwise, how could he be the Daoist of our sect? Now that he has consumed this relic, his Yin Qi is complete, and he is truly worthy of the name."

The eerie flames flickering beside Ling Jing made Yuan Yi's expression grow increasingly grim. He simply rose on the wind and coldly said:

"I misjudged you."

The clouds were completely silent. Ling Jing's expression remained unchanged. Looking into the hall, her eyes held neither joy nor sorrow, only indifference, as cold as frost.

(End of this chapter)