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

Chapter 347 A Celestial Artifact Appears, Lu Xuan is Overjoyed!
Back in his palace, Lu Xuan stared intently at the storage bag in his hand.

The sect forbade elders at the Golden Core stage from capturing the two traitorous disciples.

That means I am at the Golden Core stage.

If it gets discovered, wouldn't it cause unnecessary trouble?
"Southern Region Flowing Flame Valley..."

Lu Xuan stroked his chin thoughtfully. This was also one of the ten major sects of the Devouring Sun Dynasty.

The Valley Master was an old monster in the late Nascent Soul stage, on par with his own sect leader, and his strength was extremely astonishing.

Located at the intersection of three regions, Liuyan Valley is a place where volcanoes erupt year-round, and lava flows have carved the entire canyon into a natural labyrinth.

However, Lu Xuan figured that Feng Yao and Cang Mingtian wouldn't be foolish enough to go to someone else's lair.

If Lu Xuan's prediction is correct, the two of them should have run to the Southern Mortal Empire.

Of course. What Lu Xuan cared about most was...

The furthest border of the Southern Region lies the Burning Sky Mountain Range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

Countless demonic beasts inhabit that place, and perhaps even some at the Golden Core stage.

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

Realm: Golden Core (Mid-Stage)

Technique: Azure Ocean Waves Technique 5/9
Score: 22300
Lu Xuan's five fingers suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

A wisp of pure blue spiritual energy surged from his golden core, flowing along his meridians to his palm.

Immediately, the blue spiritual energy, like a serpent, burrowed into the dusty gray storage bag.

"open!"

Lu Xuan gave a low shout, and the previously dormant unclaimed storage bag immediately emitted a hazy blue light.

The seal on the bag melted away like ice and snow, crumbling under the impact of Lu Xuan's spiritual power.

The moment his divine sense probed in, Lu Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

A crystal-clear, top-grade spirit stone lay quietly in the corner, its surface shimmering with pure white light, its rich spiritual energy almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

The two wisps of Xuan-grade spiritual objects beside them were emitting a rich, pleasant fragrance.

One of the plants is vaguely visible to be the legendary Nine-Leaf Scrophularia, while the other is a blue spiritual fruit filled with water mist.

What surprised Lu Xuan the most was...

Deep inside the storage bag, a spirit sword with a deep blue color was floating in mid-air.

The sword rippled like water, each tremor stirring up visible ripples of spiritual energy.

The chilling sword aura emanating from its blade nearly shattered Lu Xuan's probing divine sense.

"A low-grade Xuan-level spirit sword..."

Lu Xuan gasped, his right hand unconsciously reaching for the sword at his waist.

Compared to this, the Yellow-grade Lower-level Clear Water Sword, which had accompanied the original owner for over a hundred years, was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan's brows gradually furrowed, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the smooth surface of the storage bag.

Although this mission of the sect is somewhat difficult, it is not worth the sect leader using so many precious treasures.

Even more puzzling was the meaningful look in the Palace Master's eyes when he handed over the storage bag...
"A mere traitor at the late Foundation Establishment stage is of little use."

One top-grade spirit stone, two sets of Xuan-grade spirit items, and a low-grade Xuan-grade spirit sword.

Just to hunt down an ant in the late Foundation Establishment stage?

“Interesting, unless… he has a secret he’s hiding.”

The next day, as dawn broke, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Outside the Hall of Deacons, a blinding blue light suddenly tore through the sky.

Like a dazzling meteor, it pierced through the clouds and shot straight towards the southern region!

Lu Xuan stood on his spirit sword, his robes fluttering in the wind, and his spiritual energy condensed into a light blue barrier, cleaving away all the oncoming gale.

His gaze was fixed, looking down at the mountains and rivers rushing past below, while his mind was filled with turbulent thoughts.

"We must proceed with extreme caution on this journey to the Southern Regions."

Suddenly, the clouds ahead churned, and flashes of lightning could be faintly seen.

Lu Xuan frowned, and the spiritual power of his golden core secretly began to circulate within his body.

The blue spirit sword seemed to have gained immense power, becoming more than ten times faster than before, and it swept through the air with overwhelming force!

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

Realm: Golden Core (Late Stage)

Technique: Azure Ocean Waves Technique 6/9
Score: 20000
One top-grade spirit stone, plus two Xuan-grade spiritual treasures.

The system points obtained, plus the remaining system points, totaled exactly 5 system points.

Reaching the sixth level of the Azure Ocean Technique consumed exactly 30,000 system points.

This allowed Lu Xuan to break through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

The Holy Fire Dynasty of the Southern Region.

This vast territory is the secular dynasty controlled by Liuyan Valley.

Yangming City is the border county town of the Holy Fire Dynasty closest to Liuyan Valley.

It was only a thousand miles away from the mountain gate of that great immortal cultivation sect.

A distance of a thousand miles might take an ordinary person more than half a month to traverse.

Even a low-level cultivator in the Qi Refining stage would need several days to travel that distance.

But in the eyes of a Foundation Establishment cultivator—it's just a matter of flying a sword for a day, and they can traverse it!

Zuixinlou is the largest restaurant in Yangmingcheng.

Inside the top-tier private room on the second floor.

A man and a woman sat facing each other on a slightly worn wooden table. The aroma of tea wafted through the air, but it couldn't hide the solemnity in their expressions.

"Brother Tian, ​​this is the closest we've come to Liuyan Valley." The woman spoke softly, her voice clear and cold, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

She wore a plain white dress, her hair simply tied up, and she wore no makeup, yet her innate elegance was still undeniable.

Feng Yao!

She was the great-granddaughter of the Grand Elder of the Canglan Tianfu Sect, and should have been the most beloved and privileged woman in the sect.

Now, however, he lives in anonymity, hiding in this secular border town.

"The sect... shouldn't send anyone to chase us again, right?"

Feng Yao gently stroked the teacup with her fingertips, her gaze passing through the half-open window towards the faintly visible direction of Liuyan Valley in the distance.

The man remained silent for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"not necessarily."

Across the table, the man slowly raised his eyes, a dark undercurrent surging within them.

This was precisely the target Lu Xuan was hunting down: Cang Mingtian!
The former emperor of the Canglan Dynasty is now a lonely exile.

Although he was only in his early thirties, his brows were already etched with the marks of time.

He tapped his knuckles lightly on the table and whispered, "Yao'er, when we both break through to the Golden Core realm..."

"Then no one in the world can stop him."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Yao suddenly smiled and pointed her fingers like a sword, lightly touching her brow.

"Buzz!"

The faint water-like mark on her forehead suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

The sound, like being immersed in the raging waves of the deep sea, reverberated continuously within the room!
Countless mysterious runes burst forth from the radiance, weaving together in mid-air to form a dazzling star map.

The complete version of the sect's most treasured technique, "Azure Waves of the Vast Ocean Technique"!
Cang Mingtian's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand unconsciously clenched in his sleeve.

This is the sect's most treasured technique in Canglan Tianfu, and only the sect leader and the supreme elder can practice it.

Now, Feng Yao has completely presented it through the method of imprinting her soul!
"Yao'er, you..." Cang Mingtian's voice was slightly hoarse, "You actually brought out the sect's secret techniques?"

The blue light lingered on Feng Yao's fingertips, reflecting in her eyes, which were like a cold pool: "Since you have already betrayed the sect, why should you abide by the rules anymore?" Outside the window, a wisp of cloud swept across the sky in the direction of Liuyan Valley, and the rumble of thunder could be heard faintly.

As the blue light at her fingertips gradually faded, Feng Yao gazed at the flowing characters of the cultivation technique in the air, a trace of reminiscence appearing in her eyes.

That snowy morning twenty years ago feels like it was just yesterday.

At that time, Cangmingtian was not yet the ruler of a country, but the most dazzling crown prince of the Canglan Dynasty.

As a member of the secular royal family, he was admitted to the Canglan Heavenly Sect.

In just three years, he rose from an inner disciple to a core disciple, becoming the youngest inheritor of the "Azure Wave Sword" in a century.

She still remembers how the young man in the green robe cut a three-zhang waterfall in half with a single sword when they first met at Jian Ge.

Amidst the misty air, Cang Mingtian turned and raised an eyebrow: "Elder Feng's great-granddaughter, all she does is hide under the eaves and peek?"

Ten years of daily life, from the herb garden to going out on official business, from sparring among fellow disciples to entrusting each other with life and death.

Until that day in front of the sect's main hall, he took off his inner sect jade token and let the autumn rain soak his dragon-patterned brocade robe.

"Yao'er, I must go back."

At this moment, the "Azure Waves of the Vast Ocean" technique, which was suspended in the air, began to ripple like the tides.

Those tiny, illusory figures formed from blue characters vividly depicted the tempering of every spiritual aperture and the operation of every meridian.

The complete "Azure Waves of the Vast Ocean" technique, a secret formula of one of the ten great sects.

At this moment, vivid and lifelike scenes unfold slowly in this dilapidated teahouse.

"Yao'er, to be honest, I actually brought something else with me."

Cang Mingtian's voice suddenly became low, and his right hand unconsciously reached for the storage bag at his waist, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

There seemed to be something heavy in the bag, causing even his usually resolute gaze to show a hint of struggle.

At this critical moment, Cang Mingtian's expression suddenly changed, and his originally gentle face was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

He turned abruptly, his gaze piercing through the carved window lattice like a hawk's, landing on the proud figure standing on the horizon.

A fierce wind howled outside the window, carrying fine mist that swept past the copper bells on the eaves, producing a clear but slightly jarring sound.

A blue longsword was seen hanging prominently among the clouds, its blade shimmering with a deep blue light and complex spiritual energy.

The middle-aged man standing on the sword with his hands behind his back had his wide sleeves fluttering, and the hem of his dark robes was rustling in the wind.

The oppressive aura emanating from him caused pedestrians on the street below to stop and stare.

Pedestrians in the market stopped to watch, and a child pointed to the sky and exclaimed in surprise. The old man selling candy was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

In this mortal city, those who ride swords through the air are immortals!

The entire street fell into an eerie silence.

Feng Yao's slender, pale fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her body trembling slightly beneath the moon-white silk robe.

Her alabaster cheeks instantly lost their color, and ripples appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Her gaze was fixed on the person who came to the window, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a sound.

Two breaths later, she suddenly staggered half a step and barely managed to stand up by holding onto the edge of the table.

Those affectionate eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief and shock.

"Lu Xuan, Chief Deacon of the Enforcement Hall!"

Her voice trembled, and she practically forced the words out between her teeth.

As a core disciple of the Canglan Tianfu Sect, Feng Yao had seen this renowned law enforcement elder several times during the sect's grand ceremony.

But Lu Xuan, who was hovering in the sky at this moment, was exuding a chilling killing intent, completely different from the calm and composed figure in my memory.

No wonder she couldn't believe her eyes for a moment.

"Brother Tian, ​​you go first, I'll hold him off!"

Feng Yao gritted her teeth, and the jade hairpin in her hair slipped off as she shook violently, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Before she finished speaking, the Xuan-grade high-level Ice Soul Spirit Sword at her waist had already been drawn with a dragon's roar.

The cold light flowing along the sword tore through the air, transforming into nine sword energies that surrounded Lu Xuan and aimed directly at his face.

The spiritual energy of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator erupted like a raging torrent, instantly causing spiderweb-like sword marks to appear on the wooden beam.

The flying sawdust condensed into countless specks of dust in the air.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, a deep blue spiritual energy faintly flowing between his wide sleeves.

The next moment, Lu Xuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his right hand casually swung out a mysterious trajectory.

The invisible waves of spiritual energy spread out with a roar, as if they were tangible.

Feng Yao felt her spiritual energy instantly freeze, and the carefully condensed sword energy disintegrated inch by inch in mid-air.

The backlash of spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave, and she felt a sweet taste in her throat, but before she could utter a single cry of pain, she was already in pain.

He was so overwhelmed by Lu Xuan's overwhelming aura that he felt dizzy and disoriented.

Finally, illuminated by the blue light of her sword, she slowly collapsed to the ground.

The high-grade Xuan-level spiritual sword in his hand also lost its luster and fell to the ground.

"Cang Mingtian, as a disciple of the Canglan Tianfu Sect, you have betrayed the sect and fled."

Lu Xuan's voice was as cold as iron, each word carrying a chilling aura.

"This steward is acting on the orders of the Palace Master—"

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius began to surge wildly, and a huge vortex of spiritual energy condensed in the clouds.

"Kill without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pillar of spiritual energy, as blue as an abyss, crashed down.

The entire second floor of the restaurant was reduced to dust amidst a terrifying roar.

Amidst the rising dust, Cang Mingtian was enveloped in a pale golden protective aura, his late-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power surging wildly as he struggled to maintain his strength under the pillar of light.

His clothes were torn to shreds by the storm of spiritual energy, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet he still stared intently at Lu Xuan: "Slow down!"

"Please spare my life, Your Excellency! I have a treasure to offer!"

Lu Xuan was about to kill him when he suddenly saw Cang Mingtian bite his tongue and spit a mouthful of blood onto his storage bag.

A blinding golden light shot into the sky, and a golden jade seal carved with ancient Taotie patterns floated in mid-air.

The ancient characters flowing on the surface of the jade seal resonated with heaven and earth, and its oppressive aura caused even the spiritual energy around Lu Xuan to stagnate.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers trembled slightly in his sleeve—this was his aura.

Damn it, isn't it just a celestial artifact from the Heavenly Martial Realm?
Under the pressure of spiritual power, Cang Mingtian's veins bulged, black blood seeped from his mouth and nose, and his bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Lu Xuan's spiritual energy suddenly paused, then receded entirely into his body.

He suddenly looked up at the northwest horizon, a look of vigilance flashing in his originally cold eyes.

"Ok?"

Lu Xuan murmured, and a bed swirled up like a hurricane, enveloping the dying Cang Mingtian and the unconscious Feng Yao on the ground.

"Someone's coming. You two come with me!"

Before the words were finished, a beam of azure light enveloped the three of them, tearing through the sky and leaving only afterimages in their original positions.

Of course, Lu Xuan also held the most important jade seal tightly in his hand.

The sound of something tearing through the air caused leaves to fall from trees within a radius of several miles, leaving a deep, bottomless crack in the clouds.

Beneath the ruins of the restaurant, the innkeeper poked his head out from the wreckage of the counter, his murky eyes instantly drawn to the eerie blue light emanating from the ground floor.

Several low-grade spirit stones, emitting a faint glow, lay quietly among the rubble, refracting tiny white lights under the setting sun.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and his fleshy face was plastered with a fawning smile.

He scrambled over and clutched the spirit stone tightly in his calloused hands.

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

The shopkeeper prostrated himself, his forehead hitting the gravel-strewn ground hard.

His cloudy eyes stared greedily at the spiritual stone in his palm, muttering to himself, "This old man will go and set up a longevity tablet for the immortal master."

(End of this chapter)