Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 5 Invasion
Changming Mountain, medicinal garden.

Several cloud-controlling and rain-making formations set up in the garden had been broken through. Several disciples in the early stage of fetal breathing were seriously injured and lay in the yellow mud, covered in blood and breathing weakly.

Wang Xiwei rode on a red cloud and confronted the black-clothed old man who was at the fifth level of Qi training in the Black Wind Valley.

The old monk had a kind face and a hunched body. His clothes were embroidered with hundreds of butterflies and bats, and he was leaning on a maroon cane. If it weren't for the black wind swirling around his feet, an ordinary person would probably think he was the birthday god from the New Year pictures who had come down to earth.

"Xie Miao, you old bastard, you've come to my mountain gate to bully me. Are you here to get a beating?"

Wang Xiwei's eyes were wide open, and the small red jade hammer on his waist kept roaring according to his will. The stars on it twinkled and formed a line, pointing at the old cultivator from the Black Wind Valley.

The old cultivator's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, and he asked casually, as if he were visiting someone during the holidays:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that your sect's headmaster has successfully completed his retreat, so I came to offer congratulations. Our two families are both the highest sects of the Qing Weisheng Sect, so why would we start a war?"

Wang Xi sneered, clasping his hands across his chest. Red clouds surged beneath his feet, transforming into the shapes of a sky furnace and a wind tiger. The Taoist looked scornful and said sarcastically:
"Shengmen is the head of the clan, how dare you, Black Wind Valley, be compared to me? My Dachiguan is the Taoist lineage passed down from the ancient Shu land. Your Black Wind Valley is just a group of bandits who have taken over the mountain and are kings. How dare you compare yourself to me? When the Fuxue Demon Sect took control of Qingwei, your clan was the first to kneel down."

Xie Miao's expression changed slightly, and he just sighed:

"Fellow Daoist, your sectarianism is deeply prejudiced, so I can only ask for your advice."

Before he could finish his words, a black wind swept in, bringing with it a captivating fishy smell, and the sound of ghosts crying echoed through the mountains.

Wang Xiwei was prepared. The green light on his robe rippled, and he turned into a crowing golden pheasant, breaking through the evil wind opposite. The evil fire on the red jade hammer in his hand suddenly burst out, and hit Xie Miao hard like iron flowers. Suddenly, flames scattered all over the sky and fell like drizzle.

Xie Miao said nothing, and his hunched body took Wang Xiwei's attack head-on. Holes were burned in his black clothes, revealing the charred skin underneath.

He took advantage of the wind and pounced in front of Wang Xiwei. He cast a talisman on his body, and blood smoke rose. He turned into a ghost with green skin and four heads. He showed expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and began to chant scriptures. Suddenly, the magic light on Wang Xiwei's body dimmed for a moment.

In just a moment, black air billowed in Xie Miao's hands, and he wrapped his hands around Wang Xiwei's neck like a pair of tongs clamping charcoal.

"After all, he has been practicing weapons for many years, so he is really not good at fighting."

Seeing that this attack was about to succeed, Xie Miao was secretly delighted. Before the sixth level of Qi training, his body had not been nourished by the [Life Source], and his physique was not very strong. The realm of cultivation was only determined by the amount of magic power.

Wang Xiwei has many magical weapons on him, and the level of the skills he practices is higher than that of the Black Wind Valley. If they really fight head-on, Xie Miao will definitely lose.

Therefore, the winner must be decided in one move, and the difference in cultivation level can be used to exchange a minor injury for a serious one.

The most important thing is the [Four-phase Ghost Talisman of Hearing the Sutra] given to him by the Valley Master, which can stop the light of the Dharma, extinguish the fire of the Dharma, and prevent the people of the Dachi Temple from taking advantage of the magic weapon for a while.

Wang Xiwei was horrified. He usually fought with his junior brother, and it was usually a back-and-forth fight. He had never seen such a street hooligan-like fighting style. Moreover, the talisman was strange, which stopped the protective light of his robe. He lacked experience in fighting and was about to suffer a great loss.

Suddenly, there was a rumble like muffled thunder from the sky, and an extremely thin silver line emerged from the clouds, followed by a series of sounds of breaking through the air, like a thunderclap. The four-phase ghost was turned into powder in an instant. Xie Miao felt his hair standing on end, as if a guillotine was about to fall, so he had to retreat in a hurry and did not dare to attack again.

Dan Ting's body was surrounded by lightning flashes, and the sword energy turned into clouds. The magic sword was hidden in it like a dragon, and its shape was difficult to discern. A thin line of blood appeared from Xie Miao's chest to his dantian. The old cultivator was shocked and quickly retreated, shouting:
"Master Xu, what a sharp sword."

Xu Xuan's figure slowly descended from the clouds, [Dan Ting] jumped for joy, turned into a silver line, and returned to his sea of ​​qi.

He did not pursue him for long. Xie Shu, the master of Black Wind Valley, was at the ninth level of Qi training. If he set an ambush, he would be no match for him.

"Brother, are you okay?" Xu Xuan stepped forward, helped Wang Xiwei up, and hurriedly took out some healing pills for him to take.

The man looked a little ashamed, stood up and sighed:

"I never thought Xie Miao would be so ruthless. I just had a setback. I thought it was a sure thing."

Xu Xuan comforted him:

"Senior brother has been refining magic weapons all his life. When the master was around, who would dare to come up and provoke him, not to mention--" Xu Xuan didn't say much. Which sect would allow an elder who practiced magic weapons to come out and fight?
If there was no one else available in the sect, why would they take such a risk? You must know that Wang Xiwei has added a lot to the sect's income every year. Xu Xuan would rather hurt himself at this moment.

Wen Sian was leading her disciples to carry the injured away. Her skirt was stained with mud. When Xie Miao attacked, she was the first to go out to resist and was the most seriously injured.

Senior Brother Wang happened to come looking for her, so he went there himself and asked Wen Sian to look for Xu Xuan.

'There's no one at the door.'

Xu Xuan felt exhausted. He had wanted to take advantage of the few days before the birthday celebration to go into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation. Then he would come back to cultivate his [Life Source] and use elixirs to reach the sixth level of Qi training. But now he had to give up.

Wang Xiwei had almost recovered and sat in the field with Xu Xuan. The two of them were not arrogant and looked like old farmers watching the harvest. They sat there until dusk.

The rosy glow appeared on the horizon, like calcined brass, showing colors of red gold, purple gray and blue smoke. The red sun set in the west, and the surrounding thousands of mountains looked like the golden bodies of thousands of Buddhas under the setting sun. However, as soon as the sun went down, the mountains put away their Dharma images and turned into some hideous monsters, which was frightening.

Elsewhere, Xie Miao had fled back to Dongmi Mountain and landed in a gloomy and dark valley on the wind.

There is a hidden world in the valley. The black stone hall shows many ghostly shadows under the lamplight. When men and women see Xie Miao returning to the valley, they all bow to him.

"Second Master!"

Xie Miao snorted coldly and went straight into the hall. The hall was brightly lit, and men, women, old and young were all feasting. Cattle, mutton and fine wine were delivered like flowing water, and singing and laughter were heard everywhere.

The main seat in the hall is a gilded throne with a relief of hundreds of ferocious ghosts. Sitting on the throne is a gloomy, thin man with a slightly pale face, who smiles as he watches the men and women having fun below.

"Greetings to the Valley Master."

Xie Miao entered and bowed quickly.

"Oh, my uncle is back. I wonder if he has met the Great Red Monastery Master."

A smile appeared on Xie Miao's face, which was as withered as an old tree. He said in a harsh voice, like a crow:
"Wang Xiwei is good at training weapons, but not at fighting. Wen Sian is still young and lacks the necessary experience."

The old cultivator chuckled and opened his robe, revealing the sword wound inflicted by Xu Xuan. Only a thin red line was visible, and he continued:

"As for the Great Scarlet Monastery Master, I think he is just a name in vain, but—"

Xie Miao's voice stopped abruptly, and some lightning fragments burst out from the red line on his chest. Then, the old cultivator's body from the chest to the dantian was broken into pieces as if it had been pierced by a hot knife, and his intestines jumped out and hung on the ground.

He could no longer utter a word, and only babbling cries for help came out of his throat, as he desperately gestured to his terrified nephew.

The frail man sitting on the seat showed excitement on his face. He looked at the sword wound carefully, showed admiration, and then took action.

He sent out a black air to stuff Xie Miao's internal organs and intestines back into his stomach, pasted talismans on them, and told his servants to take him to recuperate.

"Xu Xuan, he does have some skills. His sword energy is not inferior to his master's."

Xie Shu, the master of the Black Wind Valley gently stroked his dantian. There was a wound like a golden flame in his qi sea, and sword energy was overflowing. It was stimulated by the sword energy of Xu Xuantong and became active again.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of Luo Qingshan. His eyes were gloomy, reminding people of some kind of snake.

"Chen Weiyuan can protect you temporarily, but not forever. When I have slain your entire family, absorbed their blood and energy, taken their destiny, and replenished their lives, that will be the time for me to establish my foundation."

Suddenly, a black wind arose from the seat, and purple devilish clouds appeared in the wind. Waves of chanting sounds were heard, and the men and women below the seat seemed to be bewitched and became even more unrestrained.

(End of this chapter)