Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 530 Yan Ji
Heavenly Punishment.

Black and white lightning crisscrossed in the Yunshan Huahai, with thousands of blazing bolts of lightning converging towards the central pool, where extremely terrifying divine power was brewing, with the images of heavenly tribulation, laws, and the Big Dipper hanging high.

Xu Xuan stood atop the thunderclouds, his black robes fluttering in the wind, using his supernatural powers to help this Purple Mansion Thunderbolt emerge.

A dazzling light gradually emerged from the Thunder Pool, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

A bolt of lightning, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster, manifested, exuding a heavy aura of calamity and punishment.

This lightning bolt is entirely black, shaped like a flying arrow, carrying an extremely strong sense of striking and punishing. It occupies a position without yin or yang, and is a manifestation of the nature of banished lightning. At its front end is a mysterious ring that slowly rotates.

"【Heavenly Thunder】, by borrowing the wonder of neither yin nor yang, elevates the punitive nature of the Heavenly Thunder, making it extremely powerful and capable of injuring lives."

Tian Tuo recognized the origin of this thunderbolt and spoke up to explain its nature.

Xu Xuan then collected the Purple Mansion Thunder first and silently sensed it. He felt that this thunder was the condensation of the nature of the punishment of the village thunder, and its lethality to life was raised to another level.

Once struck by this [Heavenly Thunder of Annihilation], one risks death and exile from the realm of Yin and Yang, resulting in a calamity known as the [Catastrophe of Exile to the Spirit].

This calamity is somewhat similar in nature to the "Cataclysm of Decline and End of Life" caused by Fu Chen's Yin Candle. Once struck, it entangles deep within one's life, making it extremely difficult to deal with. It constantly erodes the yin and yang aspects of a cultivator's life, damaging their very foundation.

"We're just waiting for news from Xiangjian Mountain."

Xu Xuan's gaze passed over the jade stream and turned to the south, where he could faintly see the bright light of the Bing fire rising into the sky, stirring up the heavenly light and turning it into a sky full of golden-red colors.

This magnificent phenomenon began to appear several months ago. It must have been caused by the Candle Sword Immortal's supernatural powers being used at a crucial moment in refining the metal and stone.

Xu Xuan calmed the fluctuations in the Yunshan Huahai, and then rode the wind down, leaving Tianji and arriving at Luoqing, where the sky was bright. He moved his spiritual sense slightly and sensed the mountains.

He rode the wind down and landed on Rainbow Cloud Peak. As he walked along the path, he saw a junior among the green trees and fragrant grass. The junior seemed to be cultivating. Upon seeing the immortal, he immediately bowed.

She was a woman, wearing a light pink dress. She wasn't particularly beautiful, and her current cultivation level was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"Zhudu."

Xu Xuan recognized the person in front of him at a glance. The man's grandfather, Jiang Chiyu, was an elder in the sect and a disciple of Senior Brother Wang. He had long since passed away and had been in charge of Baishi all those years ago.

Today, Baishi Mountain has undergone reconstruction, and its production has gradually returned to its previous level. However, it does not bring much benefit to the sect, so it has gradually ceased to be a focus.

"Meet the leader."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Jiang Zhoudu was filled with extreme fear and hurriedly knelt down to pay his respects.

She was of average talent and quite old. She practiced the "Shangyang Hearing Rain Method" but was still stuck at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Even though her sect had advanced techniques like the "Rain Master Record" and the "Qingxu Heavenly Rain Dao Technique," she couldn't comprehend them.

Now that she has met him in person and heard him call her name, she felt half ashamed and half excited. She felt that she was occupying the position of true disciple but had done far less for the sect than Xiong Min.

"Are you still in charge of the alchemy room's affairs today?"

Xu Xuan pondered for a moment, seemingly recalling the disciple's duties within the sect.

"He is currently in the alchemy room."

Jiang Zhoudu respectfully agreed.

“Now Yi Wan is in charge of all the alchemy matters in the sect. You can go and assist her. First, see how many Foundation Establishment Pills the sect needs can be refined.”

"Yes."

The woman looked rather frightened and immediately took her leave.

Xu Xuan watched silently, feeling that the person in front of him was somewhat similar to Zhang Gaoxia from the past.

The disparity in status and cultivation between the older and younger generations of disciples has always been a source of conflict, but as the older generation of cultivators in the sect gradually passes away, it is no longer a major issue.

Upon reaching the summit, a wisp of dark blue cloud could be faintly seen drifting out from the entrance of the Mingsi Hall. Xu Xuan walked into it and saw a woman reclining on a yellow pearwood chair. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she wore an elegant white dress. She was holding a scroll of Taoist text and reading it carefully.

"How is your comprehension of the 'Qingxu Tianyu Dao Jue' coming along?"

Xu Xuan entered the main hall, sat down opposite, and skillfully began to brew spiritual tea.

At this moment, Wen Si'an came to his senses, put down the Taoist book in his hand, shook his head slightly, and said:
"This scroll of cultivation method should be the ancient Gui Water Daoist method, originating from the [Empty Rain Immortal Palace]. It emphasizes cultivating the pure nature of Gui Water and transforming it into rootless heavenly rain. It is not easy to comprehend."

"【Clear Rain Falling】 was originally a powerful divine ability, a realm-specific divine ability, which was called 【Endless Clear Rain, Heavenly Rain Transforms into Killing】 in ancient times. However, according to the annotation above, the focus of this divine ability has now shifted to 【Taking Charge of Heavenly Atmosphere, Cleansing Deep-seated Illnesses】, and has been transformed into a tool for creation."

Xu Xuan listened silently, lost in thought.

The transformation of Kan and Gui is almost a mutually destructive situation. Although Kan water has many changes of clarity and turbidity, it completely destroys many ancient methods of verifying metal.

However, the lack of Gui water makes the rain unclear and the pond muddy. Although one can still seek gold, one will encounter obstacles everywhere in the first stage of cultivation in the Purple Mansion.

He paused for a moment to think, then said:

"The True Man Luyu of the First Path also cultivates Gui Water, yet he is in no way inferior to others. Perhaps the supernatural powers of this path belong to the new method, and there is another intention to fill the gap. After all, that great man has re-proven Gui Water, so there may be other mysteries."

"That's how it should be."

Wen Si'an nodded slightly and said:
"After all, I have never heard of the Gui Water lineage being weak. If a True Lord sits on the throne and loses his purity, there must be something else to make up for it. Perhaps the Gui Water lineage of the First Dao is no worse than before."

Having finished speaking, Xu Xuan had his own deductions.

That [Clear and Turbid Clouds] is now in the hands of the First Daoist. If this immortal sect wishes to replenish the Gui Water, it should reclaim the golden position of the ancient [Xi Yu] True Lord.

At that time, the great man in the position of Gui Fruit will probably be able to return, and the First Path will also have two True Lords, one Fruit and one Venerable, in charge.

This matter should also be beneficial to Kan Shui seeking gold, but the return flow path is full of obstacles, which makes him feel a little doubtful.

He then took out a cold jade box, inside which was a pale blue precious pill and a handful of black medicinal powder, which were the pills that Douyan Mountain sent through the trade route of Shangxiao Immortal Sect.

Pingxiu's alchemy speed is already quite fast, and as for its efficacy, Tian Tuo has already examined it, so there's no need to worry.

Xu Xuan first handed the pale blue elixir to Wen Si'an and instructed him:

"Please accept this [Precious Rain Nourishing Pill]. It is a spiritual pill for purifying one's immortal foundation. With the help of the scriptures and secret techniques, it should be able to elevate one to the [Clear Rain Falling] level."

"With this elixir, combined with my newly cultivated Subduing Yi Gui Water Formation, it should be possible to succeed."

Wen Si'an's gaze sharpened slightly. With the help of Fu Yixuan's blood, she had already cultivated nine mysterious powers to enhance her body, divided into True Qi, Superior Metal, and Gui Water, each with three powers, similar to the wondrous talents of noble races.

In the time of the ancient Emperor Fu, one could cultivate by sensing the heavens and earth through the Xuan blood. Now, it can only serve as a kind of blessing, and its effect is not as good as before.

Xu Xuan was deep in thought. The Emperor Fu could manifest his profound energy and even casually bestow a position upon someone. Such a method was rare in ancient times. Even immortals would find it difficult to do so. Only immortal lords possessed such profound abilities.

Wen Si'an looked at Xu Xuan quietly, seemingly lost in thought. After hesitating for a while, she said, "I recently had a dream in which I saw a blazing star fall from the sky, shining brightly and illuminating the whole world. I also saw a crimson rainbow-like immortal sword appear in the sky, piercing through the north and south, slaying dragons and snakes."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xuan's heart stirred slightly, and he roughly guessed why. It was probably because the Blessed Land of White Paper had made some moves.

"It's probably due to bloodline connection, so there's no need to worry for now."

He couldn't talk about the Yan Dynasty right now, as it was mostly a secret of the Golden Core stage, known only to direct descendants of immortal sects. Xu Xuan couldn't easily tell others.

Tian Tuo seemed to remember something and whispered:
"It is the [Crimson Sky], a powerful artifact used by the Yan Dynasty to suppress the nation's destiny. Even among many magical treasures, it ranks among the top, on par with the [Tai She Xuan Huang Pagoda]. The most famous deed of the Yan Emperor before he attained enlightenment was that he used his sword to slay the [Shen You Can Xing Bai She], a manifestation of the Dui metal that escaped from the Xia Palace, thus completely ending the Xia laws."

"The Fire-type magic weapon".

Xu Xuan's mind stirred slightly. In this era where True Monarchs rarely make a move, a Great True Person who possesses all five methods and wields a magic weapon is at the pinnacle of combat power in this world. If he were to exert his full strength, he would be able to roam the world freely.

"The Blessed Land of White Paper has collected the history of the Yan Dynasty, but some things from this era have still been passed down. It is just unknown whether there are any caves still there."

Even though people today are unaware of this Binghuo Immortal Dynasty, they can still detect the anomaly through some hidden traces, such as the "Oath of Yan Yun," whose various descriptions point directly to the Yan Dynasty!

As he was deep in thought, a delicate hand reached out and gently rested on his chest.

Xu Xuan instantly understood, and with a surge of pure energy, he skillfully suppressed Tian Tuo while simultaneously isolating him from making any more noise.

Suddenly, bursts of azure clouds and silver lightning swirled within the hall. The [All-Yang Dao Seed] gradually began to respond, spreading out golden-white Lesser Yang Mystic Light.
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Beyond Luoqing Mountain, downstream of the Li River.

Dark gray flames rose up and exploded in an instant, shaking the river and creating a continuous roar. The extremely powerful fire energy spread in all directions, filling the air with a pungent smell of saltpeter and sulfur.

The scarred man wielded a large, golden-ringed, beast-headed sword, exuding a fierce aura. Rolling gray flames rose and transformed around him, conjuring images of a demon, a rakshasa, and a white lion.

He held his breath and focused intently, carefully searching for the faint wind in the air. However, the Daoist lineage of Zhihu was not particularly adept at perception, and now, encountering Wen You, he was completely lost.

"Since we can't find you, we'll just kick you out."

As a well-established Foundation Establishment cultivator, Liang Yong cultivated the most powerful supreme fire. He might have shortcomings in perception and self-defense, but in return, he possessed extremely high killing power.

The gray flames scattered like smoke and dust, spreading in all directions, while lotus-shaped black flames rose up and exploded with a roar, causing the river to churn and stop flowing, and the mountains on both banks to tremble.

A gust of wind was also forced out at this moment. Kong Kong was dressed in a white robe, looking dashing, but his eyes had a rather wicked look, which seemed quite out of place.

He held the [Du Yin] rapier in his hand, and with a thrust, it moved swiftly like a ghost, heading straight for the opponent's brow.

Liang Yong remained completely unafraid. He opened his mouth and spat out black fire, which erupted once more, sweeping in front of him and forcing his opponent back.

He immediately lunged forward, unleashing a streak of sword energy that was about to strike his opponent.

The scarred man immediately laughed loudly:

"Guardian Kong, I have won."

As the blade struck, the opponent's figure twisted and shattered, while Liang Yong felt a chill run down his back, causing his body to stiffen.

The fire was lit again, forcing the opponent to retreat, but Liang Yong knew in his heart that he had lost.

As fellow protectors, he and this Kongkong'er had fought a total of nine times. He had been able to win two or three times before, but now he couldn't gain the upper hand even once.

“Protector Liang, don’t be discouraged. I was only able to win because of the advantage of the Dao lineage. If we were to deal with some earth and wood cultivators, the ultimate fire would be more powerful.”

Kongkong'er narrowed her eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips.

He now regularly goes overseas to oversee things for a period of time, and then returns to the mountains to rest. Whenever this happens, Liang Yong often seeks him out for a magical duel.

With his past knowledge and cultivation, he had few rivals in the Foundation Establishment realm, so Liang Yong's defeat was not unjust.

Kongkong'er raised his hand, conjuring a white skeletal skull head out of thin air. The skull swallowed the rapier and vanished again. He looked at the person before him and asked only:
“Protector Liang’s cultivation has reached perfection, and I see that he also has a strong destiny. Does he have the ambition to develop supernatural powers?”

Liang Yong had recovered from his previous defeat and once again displayed his rough and unruly demeanor, not taking the outcome to heart.

"Where can one find the Daoist lineage of the Supreme Fire? I only obtained this inheritance by chance. Enough of this, I'm going to have a drink. Would Protector Kongkong like to come along?"

"No need."

Kongkong'er refused the other party's kindness, and then saw Protector Liang turn into a wisp of black flame and leave without a trace.

"Purple Mansion."

He did have the desire for supernatural powers, but as a paper figure, unless he obtained the corresponding ancient history to complete the story, his life was incomplete, so how could he become a supernatural being?

A dark glint gradually appeared in Kongkong'er's eyes as she looked up at the sky.

His gaze pierced the sky, and he seemed to see a blazing star hanging high in the distance, which was the [Noble Fire] corresponding to the true fruition of Bing Fire. Beside it were two other stars, [Honglu] and [Yinghuo], both of which were dim.

"【Hengyi】has fallen into the territory of the Big Dipper, and now only three stars of Bing Fire remain."

As a paper figure born from a blessed land, he had no right to know much. He only heard from an adult before he left that if the Noble Star of Mars shone brightly, it would be the time when the flames of war would rise again.

This star is now gradually brightening, showing signs of returning.

His gaze shifted to the red and yellow star, "Yinghuo," a sign of a tyrannical ruler and widespread bloodshed. It was quite close to "Taibai," the star associated with the metal element "Geng."

However, this star also changed in ancient times, and was renamed "Yanji", which is a symbol of rebuilding the country and the endless light. This is the dual nature of Bing Fire.

"If the blessed land truly intends to establish the Yan dynasty, it will inevitably wait until the world is in chaos and war breaks out before the Yan dynasty's fortune can be restored."

Kongkong'er seemed to be deep in thought. He already possessed the knowledge of the Purple Mansion level and had spent a long time in the First Blessed Land, so his judgment of the current situation was different from that of ordinary people.

"The Great Yan dynasty is not yet destroyed; it is unknown whether the Great Feng dynasty still has a successor."

As a true descendant of the ancient Feng Dynasty, he believed that the opportunity to attain enlightenment should be sought in the legacy of the Feng Dynasty, and that history books should be used to complete his life.

Kongkong'er then tentatively recited:

"【Taiping Jinlu Yangxuan Emperor】? Li Changxuan?"

There was nothing unusual about it, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement in his heart.

"【Huaquan Guanyuan Zhaoming Emperor】? Li Yuzheng?"

He recited the names of the two emperors in succession, but only with a bit of a try, since the deaths of these two were certain and there was no chance of survival left.
The sun was high in the sky, shining brightly, and in the distance, a purple glow and a wisp of cloud seemed to rise and then vanish in an instant.

(End of this chapter)