Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 964 Primordial Qi Bottle
Tens of thousands of miles away from the Three Immortals Valley, on an unnamed, solitary peak, the Yuan brothers stood side by side, their robes fluttering in the wind. They gazed at the horizon for a long time before slowly withdrawing their gaze.

Yuan Tianquan's gaze was deep, and his tone was tinged with regret: "Song Qin actually lost; even her primordial spirit couldn't escape..."

Yuan Tianchu seemed quite surprised as well, shaking his head slightly: "The lineage of true immortals is indeed incomparable to that of us mortals. However, having such a person present may not necessarily be a bad thing for our plans."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Yuan Tianquan frowned slightly.

“With him here, it will be difficult for Liangyi Temple to win easily. When the situation becomes deadlocked, wouldn’t that be the best time for you and me, brothers, to show up and help?” A glint of light flashed in Yuan Tianshu’s eyes.

If Fu Yi's discourse on Taoism were to be overwhelming, the Liangyi Temple would not easily rely on the two of them. Now, Chen Mu is stirring up trouble, making the situation even more chaotic and unpredictable. This is exactly the situation that Yuan Tianshu is happy to see.

Yuan Tianquan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, realizing that his elder brother's words made sense.

However, the tension on his face did not lessen, and he lowered his voice and said, "But what if... that Taoist Chen is too powerful to be controlled, and he really helps Fusheng Temple survive this calamity, or even turns the tide... wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tianchu smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "Brother Quan, you underestimate the Liangyi Temple. Not to mention Qi Yunsu, who has already reached the perfect state of seeking the Dao, even the remaining Luo Feng and Wei Cangdong are not easy opponents."

His gaze was far-reaching, and he already had a thorough understanding of the enemy's situation:
“Luo Feng has profound cultivation. He has been in the state of ‘sitting in oblivion’ for nearly four hundred years. What he cultivates is the fundamental inheritance of the Yin-Yang Sect, which is far superior to the likes of Song Qin.”

"As for Wei Cangdong, he is even more extraordinary. In terms of seniority and cultivation, he may not be as good as his senior brother Luo Feng, but his talent is outstanding, his magical power is vast and boundless, and he has already manifested the fruits of the Great Dao. Even if he were placed in the True Immortal Sect of Chen Daoren, he would not be an unknown person."

"How could the foundation of the Liangyi Temple, built over hundreds of years, be completely destroyed by the efforts of just one person?"

Yuan Tianquan nodded slowly: "If what you say is true, brother, then perhaps we don't need to rush to show ourselves. We can wait until they are both severely injured before offering our help. That kind of assistance will be all the more 'precious'..."

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On the altar of the East Peak, Luo Feng's words calmed the restless hearts of the crowd. He then turned around, his gaze sweeping across the scattered flying islands in the valley like lightning, finally settling on the three flying islands where Fusheng Temple had been established, lingering there for a long time.

Seeing his senior brother's solemn expression, as if he had noticed something, Wei Cangdong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Senior brother, have you discovered something?"

Luo Feng withdrew his gaze from the distance and lowered his voice to a whisper: "Uncle Qi, Junior Brother Wei, I have a vague feeling that there is something strange about the location of these three islands chosen by Fusheng Temple."

He raised his hand and pointed to the outer perimeter, “These three islands are connected in terms of terrain. If they also echo the three peaks over there, they will correspond to the number of the six poles, which is enough to divide most of the formation in the valley. Once they occupy the position of the six poles, they can use the terrain to form the ‘Six Poles Unifying the Heavens Formation’.”

"At that time, Fusheng will only need to select one person with the highest cultivation level to sit in the center of the formation. One person alone can restrain several or even a dozen of our people... which will almost make us invincible."

Wei Cangdong was extremely astute. He had been distracted by Song Qin's matter and hadn't noticed it earlier. But now, after Luo Feng pointed it out, he immediately understood the key point and his expression changed drastically.

Qi Yunsu remained calm and composed. After a moment's thought, she said in a deep voice, "It's alright. Not to mention that the formation is not yet complete, even if Fusheng were to occupy the position of the Six Extremes, what virtuous and capable person in his sect would be qualified to sit in the center of the formation?"

Tao Feng and the other two were bound by the agreement and could not move easily.

As for relying on outsiders to take charge? The dangers and uncertainties involved are not so easy to manage.

Upon hearing this, Wei Cangdong felt a little relieved, but to be on the safe side, he stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked for permission: "Uncle-Master, please let your junior brother take the field next time."

Qi Yunsu nodded slightly. Although he was not afraid of the other party gaining momentum, since he had foreseen their plan in advance, he would naturally be happy to stop it if he could.

“I am at ease with Junior Nephew Wei going into battle. However, there is one more thing that needs to be taken care of before that.”

Luo Feng and Wei Cangdong's minds raced, and their gazes simultaneously fell on the spot where Song Qin had fallen.

Although their junior sister died and her spirit was extinguished, she was captured by that Taoist Chen. They must find a way to redeem her... and even consider taking the initiative to 'settle' this matter.

Otherwise, not only will the disciples become restless, but there is also the risk of revealing the sect's fundamental lineage.

“Understood, nephew. I will send someone to negotiate…”

Before Qi Yunsu could speak again, Luo Feng understood and bowed as he withdrew to make the arrangements.

Wei Cangdong hesitated for a moment, then quietly transmitted his voice, saying, "Senior Brother Luo, Junior Sister Song has been our fellow disciple for over a thousand years. Even if Tao Fengbian's conditions are harsh, we can still agree to them. As long as we win this debate, why worry about not being able to get her back in the future? There's no need to rush... to do something so resolute..."

Luo Feng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, never expecting that this junior brother, whom Song Qin had always disliked, would speak up for him at this moment.

He nodded silently, said nothing more, and immediately sent someone to fly towards Fusheng Temple.

At this moment, on the altar of Fusheng, laughter and conversation still filled the air.

Not long after, a young Taoist priest approached and bowed, reporting: "Master, a messenger from Liangyi Temple has arrived, saying that he has important matters to discuss with you."

Tao Feng stroked his beard and smiled, as if he had expected this, and said loudly, "Please."

Then a dignified-looking Taoist priest slowly ascended the altar. He first gave a standard Taoist bow to Tao Fengbian and everyone present, showing great respect yet maintaining his composure: "I am Yang Hong, greetings to Abbot Tao and all the True Lords."

This man was Luo Feng's eldest disciple, and Tao Feng recognized him naturally. However, because of his lower seniority, he did not wish to engage in much formality and asked directly, "What brings Abbot Luo here?"

Yang Hong respectfully replied, "Reporting to Abbot Tao, I have come on my master's orders to humbly request that you grant our academy permission to... redeem Elder Song's primordial spirit."

"Redeem?" Tao Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Exactly.” Yang Hong nodded. “Elder Song is a senior elder in our sect. Master respects his status and cannot bear to see his primordial spirit wandering outside and unable to live in peace. We earnestly hope that Abbot Tao will consider the kinship between our two sects and allow our sect to welcome back the elder’s primordial spirit.”

Tao Feng made a soft "hmm" sound, as if he were pondering.

Yang Hong dared not urge him, and could only stand respectfully below the steps with his head bowed, waiting for a reply.

After a long pause, Tao Fengbian finally spoke slowly: "This matter... is easy to discuss. Fellow Daoist Song is also an old acquaintance of mine. How could I bear to truly cut off his last chance of survival?"

"However, the discussion on Dao is still ongoing, and the timing is truly inappropriate. How about this: after this discussion is over, we can have Fellow Daoist Song return to your esteemed temple?

As the abbot, how could he not understand the profound meaning behind the Two Elements Temple's redemption of the primordial spirit? However, at this moment, the outcome was still uncertain, and Song Qin's primordial spirit was not only an important bargaining chip but also involved a great deal, so how could he easily let go of it?

Yang Hong understood that Tao Feng was determined not to release the man, but he had no choice but to take his leave and return to the formation to report.

He was prepared to be reprimanded, but to his surprise, Luo Feng merely frowned, pondered for a moment, and then waved for him to leave.

Seeing this, Wei Cangdong pondered and said, "Since Fusheng Temple does not agree, it is not a big deal. It will only take ten days. After this matter is settled, we can welcome back our junior sister's primordial spirit."

"Even if it takes a lot of trouble, Tao Fengbian is unlikely to do something as evil as destroying people's primordial spirit and severing their reincarnation."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. One of them then reminded, "Abbot Luo, it's getting late. It's time for us to send our men out into the fray."

Luo Feng looked up at the sky. After only six or seven battles, more than a day had already passed. He then nodded slightly to Wei Cangdong in acknowledgment.

Wei Cangdong understood and responded. He then rose up and took steps in the air with steady steps, as if climbing an invisible staircase, until he stood proudly above the high sky and sea of ​​clouds.

Upon seeing Wei Cangdong ascend to the heavens, the expressions of everyone in Fusheng's audience changed, and they all exclaimed in unison, "Wei Cangdong?!"

As a rare person in Qizhou who has manifested the Dao Fruit, Wei Cangdong is renowned and his prestige is extraordinary.

Fu Danian's gaze sharpened, and he turned to face Tao Fengbian, cupping his hands in a gesture of supplication: "Senior Brother, I know a little about Wei... this man's background. Perhaps I should go and deal with this formation?"

Tao Fengbian raised his hand to stop him: "Wait, let's see which flying peak he chooses to fight on first."

Wei Cangdong seemed to have noticed the commotion below. With a half-smile playing on his lips, he said loudly, "Master Tao, you've really gone to great lengths..." His words seemed to have a deeper meaning. Then, under the focus of everyone's attention, he raised his hand and pointed to a solitary peak with sheer cliffs on the outer edge. Judging from its terrain, it was clearly one of the Six Extremes Formation positions!

"Master Tao, I have chosen this peak. Is that alright?"

Yan and Fu's expressions instantly darkened, and they hurriedly transmitted their voices, saying, "Senior brother, it seems that the Liangyi Temple has already seen through our plan..."

"It's so obvious, how could it be hidden?" Tao Feng replied frankly. "However, it doesn't matter. If the Six Extremes method fails, there are other methods to follow..."

He slowly rose to his feet, his voice steady as it carried into the sky: "The rules are set, and Fellow Daoist Wei's choice of which peak to select is entirely up to you. Why bother asking me?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Cangdong sneered, "If that's the case, then quickly send men up for a battle!"

Tao Feng seemed to have already decided on his opponents. He lowered his gaze and looked at three Taoists who looked very similar on one side of the altar.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, thank you for your help this time, my three virtuous brothers."

The oldest Taoist priest among them stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Now that the contract is in effect, we should abide by our duties and share the burdens of the abbot. Abbot Tao, there is no need for such formalities."

Seeing that these three were quite confident even when facing the formidable Wei Cangdong, Chen Mu couldn't help but feel curious and asked Xu Rong beside him in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Xu, do you recognize these three?"

Xu Rong replied, "I have only heard about it. These three are from Changzhou, brothers born of the same mother, and all of them have achieved the position of True Lord. Such a strange thing is quite rare in the entire Xuandu region and is quite famous."

He paused, then added, "I've also heard that the eldest brother of the Chu family... who was just speaking, possesses an extremely powerful secret treasure, which he has always kept hidden from others."

"Presumably, they came here to lend their support with the aim of making a great contribution. If Wei Cangdong is even slightly careless, he might... suffer a setback."

"Oh?"

Chen Mu became interested and stared intently at it.

After bowing, the three men each swayed their shoulders and transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the sky.

Qi Yunsu saw that the three of them came up together and immediately let out a cold sneer.

Luo Feng sensed something was amiss and asked, "Uncle-Master, should we send someone up to help?"

Qi Yunsu waved her hand and said, "No need. I have also heard of these three people. They are just relying on spiritual treasures and external objects. Junior Nephew Wei can handle them."

High in the sky, the wind howled fiercely.

The three Chu brothers surrounded Wei Cangdong in a triangular formation, showing no fear on their faces, but their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

The eldest brother, Chu Shan, said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Wei, please forgive me!"

Before the words were even finished, the three of them instantly connected, their magical power surging like a river and converging on Chu Shan.

Chu Shan's expression was solemn. He formed a mysterious hand seal in front of his chest, and his robes fluttered and rustled without any wind.

Suddenly, a glint of light appeared between his brows, rapidly expanding until an ancient bronze bottle flew out.

This small bottle is no more than three inches tall. Its body is covered with mysterious and obscure natural cloud patterns. As soon as it appears, the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) surges towards it like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. The mouth of the bottle faintly reveals a heart-palpitating suction force and a destructive aura.

"Primordial Qi Bottle, collect!"

Chu Shan shouted loudly, and his magical power surged into the bottle.

The small bronze bottle hummed and trembled, and its mouth suddenly unleashed an indescribable and terrifying suction force.

In an instant, the clouds and spiritual light within a radius of a hundred miles, and even the wisps of pure magical power emanating from Wei Cangdong's protective spiritual energy, were all forcibly stripped away and swallowed into the bottle like water bursting its banks.

The bottle's surface was covered in flowing cloud patterns and shone brightly. An aura of annihilation, powerful enough to make even a True Monarch's primordial spirit tremble, was rapidly brewing and rising. Clearly, the next moment would be an earth-shattering, devastating attack!
Those watching from below, especially those with shallower cultivation, suddenly felt their own magical power stirring, as if it were about to be forcibly drawn away, and they all turned pale with horror.

Xu Rong exclaimed, "What a powerful spiritual treasure! No wonder it earned the name Chu Shan..."

Chen Mu's eyes also flickered. If we only consider the quality of the treasure, he felt that this bronze bottle was better than his Xuanhuang Yin Yang Flag.

Faced with the power of this spiritual treasure, which was capable of devouring vital energy and annihilating all things, Wei Cangdong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a barely perceptible smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He did not dodge, nor did he summon any defensive magic weapons. He simply pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly touched the air.

"Disperse."

A strange wave, resembling ripples or waves, spread silently from his fingertips.

This fluctuation is mysterious and profound, neither offensive nor defensive, yet it contains a supreme realm of transforming existence into nothingness and returning to the origin.

The all-consuming suction force of the "Primordial Qi Bottle," upon colliding with this invisible ripple, melted and disintegrated instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

The terrifying aura of annihilation brewing at the bottle's mouth seemed to be gently smoothed out by an invisible giant hand, vanishing in an instant without a trace of its ferocity.

The bronze bottle dimmed instantly, let out a mournful cry, and flew back into Chu Shan's hand. No matter how Chu Shan tried to activate it, he could no longer unleash any power, as if it had been completely sealed.

Tao Feng's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up and blurted out, "All laws return to nothingness?" His expression then became uncertain.

The Daoist technique he spoke of was passed down by the common immortal ancestor of both families. For thousands of years, apart from the ancestor of Kaiguan, all those who could master this Daoist technique were at the Dao Lord level. However, no one expected that Wei Cangdong would master it.

"He truly has exceptional talent..." Even he had to admit it at this point.

At this moment, the three Chu brothers' expressions also changed drastically, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

Their trump card, the weapon that made them famous, was so easily countered by a single, effortless flick of a finger from their opponent?!

"No! Back off!"

Chu Shan reacted the fastest, realizing something was wrong. He shouted sharply, and the three of them surged with magical power, about to transform into streaks of light and scatter to escape.

Wei Cangdong remained calm, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust. He slightly spread the five fingers of his right hand and made a virtual press in the direction in which the three had fled.

"Certainly."

This time, there was no earth-shattering display, only a clear, cold light, as swift as moonlight and as sharp as thunder, silently bursting forth from his palm.

The light flashed in the air and disappeared in an instant, as if it had merged into the void, or as if it were omnipresent.

The three Chu brothers, who were about to flee, suddenly froze, like insects frozen in amber. The expressions of terror on their faces froze, and the magic power circulating around them instantly solidified and disintegrated. Their protective aura shattered silently like fragile glass.

The next instant, the three figures suddenly disintegrated in the sky, turning into three wisps of fine, shimmering dust. Even their primordial spirits could not escape, and they completely vanished into the world.

That cold, radiant light flashed and vanished, as if it had never existed, leaving only a desolate, lifeless expanse of sky...

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(End of this chapter)