Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 342 The Second Life in the Mortal World!
The vast and boundless Tianwu Realm, with its endless, surging sea.

Deep in this sea lies an unnamed island shrouded in mist.

In the center of the island, there is a bottomless abyss, like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

It was bottomless and filled with an atmosphere of deathly stillness.

In this silent and oppressive atmosphere, beneath the rift, ripples suddenly appeared in the space.

A void rift appeared abruptly, like a ghost, tearing apart the originally peaceful space.

Within the crack, brilliant light surged continuously, as if something was about to descend upon the world.

In the blink of an eye, a black-gold beam of light shot out from the crack, piercing the sky.

It plunged straight into the body sitting cross-legged in the void in front of it.

However, the anomaly did not end there.

Just as the void rift was about to slowly close, a bolt of purple-gold lightning shot out from it.

Then, the purple-gold lightning struck the body in the void with overwhelming force.

Wherever the purple-gold lightning passed, space collapsed inch by inch, and the air was filled with a terrifying destructive power.

At this critical moment, the body, which had been tightly closed and breathing steadily, suddenly opened its eyes.

The illusory starry sky that had been flowing before my eyes instantly solidified.

His seemingly slow movement of raising his right palm actually pinned the Thunder Dragon to its vital spot.

The purple-gold divine lightning, powerful enough to destroy everything, was as docile as a snake between his fingers.

"The tribulation lightning from that world actually followed!" Lu Xuan muttered to himself, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"interesting!"

Immediately following was that purple-gold lightning bolt containing endless destructive power.

It twisted wildly in Lu Xuan's right palm, struggling incessantly, as if trying to break free of its restraints and unleash its full power.

However, Lu Xuan's palm was like an unshakeable cage, firmly suppressing this terrifying power.

If he were in the previous world, with Lu Xuan's martial arts cultivation at the Heavenly Human Realm...

Faced with this world-destroying lightning tribulation that haunts and ravages the world, even if he tries his best, he cannot escape the fate of being annihilated in both body and soul.

The destructive power contained within this purple-gold lightning tribulation is enough to completely crush the souls of celestial beings, turning them into dust in the world.

But at this moment, time and space have already changed.

Lu Xuan was in the Tianwu Realm, and he was no longer a so-called Celestial Realm cultivator.

Instead, she is a celestial being who has experienced a lifetime in the mortal world.

As a mortal immortal, Lu Xuan can control power that transcends the rules of the world with every move he makes.

Therefore, the seemingly fierce tribulation lightning before us is actually nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

Even if Lu Xuan swallowed the lightning tribulation whole, it was still incredibly powerful.

For his immortal body, it was nothing more than a gentle breeze, barely causing the slightest ripple.

Lu Xuan remained calm, his eyes revealing contempt for the tribulation lightning.

In an instant, he lightly clasped his five fingers together, and the void trembled.

The lightning tribulation, containing endless destructive power, crumbled inch by inch in the palm of his hand, transforming into countless dazzling starlight.

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Immortal in the Mortal World
功法：焚天刀法13/9（可推演），咫尺天涯13/9（可推演），不死不灭13/9（可推演）

Points: 11260 million

Please confirm whether you wish to consume 3500 million points to deduce the Heaven-Burning Blade Technique.

Please confirm whether you wish to consume 3500 million points to deduce the concept of "nearly distant".

Please confirm whether you wish to consume 3500 million points to deduce immortality!
Even though he had spent decades experiencing the mundane world, Lu Xuan could still remember the system points he had previously accumulated.

The points on the system panel have now increased by a full 100 million.

In other words, the system points he refined from the original power of that world when he hastily left that mortal world could be brought back to the Heavenly Martial Realm!
Thinking of this, Lu Xuan seemed to see a road leading to the heavens laid out beneath his feet.

Originally, Lu Xuan was worried about where to find so many system points to quickly cultivate the Immortal of the Mortal World to the perfect state.

Going to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to slaughter monsters won't work either.

Because ever since Lu Xuan broke through to the Red Dust Immortal realm, the will of the Heavenly Martial Realm has been eyeing him.

This is the top-tier treatment that every immortal in the mortal world can enjoy.

Therefore, as a being of the Mortal Realm, one generally will not act rashly to avoid attracting excessive attention from the world's will.

Even in that battle a thousand years ago, after the five human immortals hastily taught Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain a lesson, there was no follow-up.

Moreover, the place called Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain still contains what appears to be the power left behind by the Nine Incarnations of the Mortal World Immortal.

Lu Xuan dared not put himself in danger!
"Deduction!"

....
After an unknown amount of time had passed outside, Lu Xuan woke up once more.

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Immortal in the Mortal World (Perfect)
功法：焚天刀法14/9，咫尺天涯14/9，不死不灭14/9
Points: 760 million

"Your first life as a mortal immortal has been fulfilled; you are now ready to enter the mortal world again!"

Lu Xuan had no intention of going out for a stroll.

If possible, he wanted to experience the final eight trials of worldly life here.

In an instant, a black-gold light emanated from Lu Xuan's body, and his soul once again vanished into the void rift.

.........

The dark curtains hanging from the majestic dome moved without wind, and wisps of smoke rose from the gilded table.

Inside this ancient and simple hall, which is filled with the spiritual charm of heaven and earth, two snow-white figures stood with their heads bowed before the steps.

The water patterns embroidered on the wide sleeves shimmered with a subtle blue light as the wearer moved.

"Deacon Lu, the once-in-a-decade apprenticeship ceremony has begun. Elder Chen orders you to go to Huaqing City immediately to oversee it."

When the young man on the left raised his head, a subtle, unusual glint flashed across his eyes.

After conveying their mission, the two disciples in white robes bowed and stood before the hall.

The blue cloud-patterned token on their jade belt swayed slightly with their movements.

This is the "Rain Covering Order" that only inner disciples possess.

The middle-aged man sitting on the jade chair nodded slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

A crimson jade talisman floated in the air, and the middle-aged man raised his hand and grabbed at the air.

Amidst the flashing emerald green light, the middle-aged man had already accepted the crimson jade edict.

Unconsciously, Lu Xuan's fingertips caressed the spiritual energy talisman on his palm, and ripples stirred in his heart.

In fact, his divine soul had descended into this unfamiliar mortal world three days ago.

Unlike the previous mortal world.

The air in this world is filled with an incredibly rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The occasional flashes of spiritual light that streaked across the distant mountains confirmed Lu Xuan's belief that he was now in a world of spiritual energy inhabited by cultivators.

The Canglan Tianfu Sect, where they were currently located, was one of the ten most prestigious sects within the Tunri Dynasty.

The sect leader was a renowned Nascent Soul expert, and even the emperor of the Devouring Sun Dynasty had to show him respect.

Outside the gilded palace gate, nine layers of cloud-like steps lead directly to the mountain gate.

As Lu Xuan stood up, the embroidered wave pattern on his azure robe moved without wind, shimmering in the morning light.

This is the "Ten Thousand Waves Brocade," worn only by core deacons, each stitch imbued with the spiritual power of the Azure Ocean Technique. Lu Xuan's gaze swept over the layers of clouds outside the hall.

Seventy-two suspended fairy islands surround the main peak, with spirit cranes carrying jade slips shuttling among them.

On the sword-fighting platform halfway up the mountain, hundreds of beams of blue light were forming a small array.

As for the distant "Qingshui Bidu Peak," shrouded in mist and turquoise water, it is the place where the sect leader usually cultivates in seclusion.

After Lu Xuan stepped out of the palace, the law enforcement token, forged from top-grade blue spirit crystal, shimmered with a dazzling glow in the sunlight.

Lu Xuan stroked the token engraved with patterns at his waist. The cool touch from his fingertips gave him a clearer understanding of the original owner's identity.

As the first deacon of the Enforcement Hall of the Canglan Tianfu Sect, with a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivation level, he can be considered a mid-to-high-level cultivator within the sect.

In addition, the original owner usually handled punishments and enforced the rules of the sect, so every move he made exuded a chilling aura.

Normally speaking, this kind of sect's annual disciple-acceptance ceremony, held once every ten years, is a routine event.

It was simply a matter of the outer sect elders assigning a few stewards to handle the task, setting up assessment points in various places, and selecting some promising talents with a little bit of spiritual root.

Such trivial matters should not have bothered him, the chief deacon of the Enforcement Hall.

It was actually because of that earth-shattering monster frenzy fifty years ago.

This remains an indelible wound for the Canglan Tianfu Sect.

At that time, hundreds of cities in the southern border of the Devouring Sun Dynasty were breached by tens of thousands of demonic beasts from the Million Mountains.

Countless monstrous beasts swept in like a black tide.

The ten major sects united with all the cultivation sects of the Devouring Sun Dynasty, along with the millions of troops of the Devouring Sun Dynasty, and together they repelled the horde of billions of beasts.

After the battle with the demonic beasts, all the disciples of the cultivation sects suffered heavy casualties.

The fierce fighting lasted for three whole years.

Even after fifty years, the number of disciples in the Canglan Tianfu Sect has only recovered to two-thirds of its peak.

The former prosperity of the cultivation sects is gone forever.

For this reason, starting forty years ago, the original owner of this body was always assigned to carry out the once-every-ten-year apprenticeship ceremony.

Because every year, the disciple recruitment ceremony can find dozens, or even hundreds, of outstanding talents for the Canglan Tianfu Sect.

It can inject fresh blood into the sect.

"It's a pity that these spirit stones cannot be refined by the system!"

Lu Xuan glanced at the system panel in his mind.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Second Incarnation)

Realm: Foundation Establishment (Perfect)

Technique: Azure Ocean Waves Technique 3/9
Score: 0
Over three days, Lu Xuan searched through almost every storage bag of the original owner of the body.

From priceless top-grade spiritual stones to inferior stone blanks with little spiritual energy.

Each spirit stone turned to dust in his hands, yet he could not shake the system panel in the slightest.

He even brought out the Yellow-grade spiritual treasure "Clear Water Sword"—the sword that had accompanied the original owner of the body.

It was like a mud ox sinking into the sea before the system, not even causing a ripple.

Lu Xuan stared at the empty system points, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Since spirit stones are useless, perhaps we should try something special."

"For example, the most precious natural treasures."

"Spiritual herbs, spiritual flowers, spiritual trees..."

"There's another way we can try."

"That's a demonic beast!"

Lu Xuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a captivating light as his divine sense swept over the seventy-two immortal peaks in front of him.

With a flick of the fingertips, the Clear Water Sword emitted a clear, melodious sound, and the flowing patterns on the sword's body lit up one by one, rippling out layers of watery light in the morning glow.

"rise!"

As Lu Xuan rose on his sword, his azure robe billowed in the fierce wind, causing the spiritual energy vortex in the entire Hall of Affairs to momentarily stagnate.

As the sword light swept across the arena, the hundreds of disciples who were practicing all looked up.

The blue trail that pierced through the sea of ​​clouds left behind lingering ripples of spiritual energy in the air.

In front of the sect's main hall, the ancient bronze bell tolled without wind.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back on the floating Clear Water Sword, his gaze sweeping over the hundreds of figures in the hall, some apprehensive, some expectant.

After all, each completed mission would reward the sect with a large amount of spirit stones.

The hall was completely silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of the disciples.

Lu Xuan's gaze suddenly paused, and he casually pointed his index finger at the crowd: "You, you, and you."

The three figures froze on the spot.

On the left is a burly, honest-looking man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, his waist wrapped with a black iron chain covered in teeth marks.

The young man in the middle was dressed in a simple blue robe, with burnt marks from the alchemy furnace still on his cuffs.

The woman on the right wore a moon-white silk dress, with an exquisite hairpin in her hair.

After doing all this, the Clear Water Sword beneath Lu Xuan's feet suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light.

Before the three of them could react, Lu Xuan's figure had already disappeared: "Gather at the mountain gate in half an incense stick's time."

The blue sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, disappearing in an instant into the depths of the churning sea of ​​clouds.

Only the lingering sound still echoed in the mission hall, startling the bronze bells on the eaves into a tinkling sound.
The three chosen ones looked at each other in bewilderment. The hall was as silent as still water, with only the lingering echo of the ancient bronze bell reverberating between the beams.

The honest, burly man who was chosen scratched his spiky buzz cut, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

The young cultivator's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his fingers, smeared with cinnabar ash, unconsciously stroking the folds of his Daoist robe.

The woman was calmer, but she kept her eyes fixed on the remaining blue light in the air, her rather large body swaying slightly.

It wasn't until the disciples of the Mission Hall strode over, carrying a scroll from the gilded table, that the three of them snapped out of their daze.

The scent of ink, mixed with fluctuations of spiritual energy, wafted out as the scroll unfurled, exploding at their noses.

When the burly man took the scroll, his rough palms almost crushed the edges.

The moment the young cultivator unfolded the scroll for a closer look, his pupils suddenly contracted—the first two characters, "Lu Xuan," were prominently printed on the scroll.

The woman's fingertips brushed against the gilded sect emblem at the bottom of the scroll, and she suddenly chuckled: "So it's a task from the chief deacon of the Enforcement Hall."

"It seems that the three of us are in luck and can easily obtain another batch of spirit stones."

Yes, this is a once-a-decade apprenticeship ceremony.

It was not only a grand celebration for the sect, but also an important moment for these inner disciples to earn a large amount of spirit stones.

Moreover, it's the kind of risk-free one.

All it takes is a little time to safely bring those selected cultivation talents back to the sect!

The atmosphere inside the hall suddenly became scorching.

Those inner disciples who were not selected gradually felt a flame of envy rising in their eyes.

"Senior Sister Han, Senior Brother Yan, and Junior Brother Zhou, they've really hit the jackpot."

Whispers rippled from a corner, deliberately drawn out at the end, drawing the attention of the surrounding disciples.

"How come a man as elegant as me didn't attract Steward Lu's attention?"

A handsome man in a brocade robe swiftly unfolded his folding fan and said sourly, "Senior Sister Han, Senior Brother Zhou."

"I didn't expect that you would get ahead of me this time."

(End of this chapter)