Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 463 Apu Visits
In the desolate and open back mountain of Bianxi City, on Luoyun Mountain, Song Xian stood with his eyes closed, as if in meditation.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands together in a circle, and his spiritual power surged within him.

As the palms slowly opened, a crack appeared in the space, which then expanded rapidly.

Under his keen observation, the stable spatial structure within a radius of more than ten zhang was surging like boiling water.

As his hands fell down, a three-foot-wide tear appeared between his palms, like a wound on the human body, but the wound quickly healed.

Song Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. He had cultivated the Gate of Revelation to the point where he could open an entrance in the surface space, but he was still unable to penetrate deeper levels of space, so he could not travel through space.

Just as he was deep in thought, a disciple landed in the distance on a flying magical artifact, quickly approached him, and bowed respectfully: "Sect Leader, a Foundation Establishment cultivator has arrived outside the mountain gate. He calls himself Apu and says he is an old friend of yours."

Ap, I haven't seen him for many years. Since he came to my door, he must have something important to say.

Upon hearing that it was Apu, Song Xian immediately rose into the air and arrived outside the mountain gate.

A man with a bulbous nose stood outside; it was Apu in disguise, and the spiritual energy emanating from him had reached the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment realm.

"Fellow Daoist Apu, it's been a long time." Song Xian descended with a beaming smile as he greeted him.

Ap remained expressionless, only nodding slightly in acknowledgment: "Fellow Daoist Song, I apologize for disturbing you."

"Quickly, please come in."

Song Xian led him into the inner room, and the two sat down in the main hall of the mansion, as host and guest.

"It's been decades since we last met, Fellow Daoist Apu. What brings you to our humble sect today? What business do you have with me?"

Apu lightly wiped his face, revealing his handsome features: "I don't come here without a reason. I've come today to ask Fellow Daoist Song for a favor."

"Fellow Daoist, please feel free to ask. As long as it is within my power, I will do my best to help."

Apu stared at him with a serious expression: "Fellow Daoist Song, do you possess a supernatural ability that allows you to absorb special flames?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xian was taken aback, because he had never mentioned this matter to Apu, nor had he ever used the Xuan Tian Fusion Fire Technique in front of him. He wondered how Apu knew about it.

"Since you've asked, I won't hide it from you. I do indeed possess a supernatural ability that allows me to absorb special flames, but not all flames can be absorbed; it depends on the specific circumstances. May I ask where you heard about this?"

Apu's expression remained unchanged: "I met Fellow Daoist Han Yuan before, and he mentioned this matter to me."

"I see." Song Xian remained calm, thinking to himself that the relationship between Apu and Han Yuan was closer than he had thought.

Han Yuan is a cautious and shrewd person. You can tell from his character that he is very tight-lipped. Yet he was able to talk to Apu about his ability to absorb strange fire, which shows that the two have an extraordinary relationship.

"I am here today to ask Fellow Daoist Song for help in dealing with someone. This person was originally my father's subordinate, named Roger Sandel."

Song Xian didn't ask him why he wanted to deal with this person, because even if he did, he might not get the truth. Apu was a descendant of the Houssien family, the lords of the eastern Muh Grassland. His father was killed due to internal conflicts within the Houssien family. The grudges and grievances involved were very complicated, and there were probably many secrets unknown to outsiders.

"What is Roger Sandel's cultivation level?"

"He reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment a long time ago, but due to his failure to break through to the Golden Core Realm, his cultivation regressed. After years of hard work, he has now returned to the tenth level of Foundation Establishment, close to the Great Perfection Realm."

"Then what is this person's identity now?"

"He betrayed my father and joined Nuha, but he was not given any important positions. He is currently serving in the Wangxing District as a minor leader. He is already very old and his lifespan is running out. This time, having returned to the Great Perfection Realm, he will definitely go all out to break through to the Golden Core Realm. He will either succeed or die trying."

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist Song, the reason I want to deal with him is not because I hate him for siding with Nuha, but because he has something I need. So this is my last chance. I must kill him and get that thing before he breaks through to the Golden Core Realm."

Song Xian nodded. He guessed that this person might have clues such as a treasure left by Apu's father, so Apu wanted to seize the item before this person formed his core.

According to Apu himself, this man was his father's subordinate and not seeking revenge; it was probably related to the property left by his father.

The fact that Ap still wants to kill this person after so many years indicates that the valuables are still there.

"Besides me, was anyone else involved in this?"

“I have already spoken to Fellow Daoist Han, because I know that Roger Sandel possesses a powerful and unique flame. When I discussed this with Fellow Daoist Han, he suggested that I seek help from Fellow Daoist Song, saying that you have a divine ability that can absorb this unique flame. In this way, we will be more confident in dealing with this person.”

So that's how it is. That makes sense. Han Yuan doesn't seem like a talkative person, so why would he mention his ability to absorb strange fire to Apu for no reason?

"What exactly is that special flame? What is its color and shape? Fellow Daoist Apu, do you know?"

"I have never seen it before, and I don't know its shape or color. I only know that it possesses a powerful and unique fire magic."

"I see!" Song Xian's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't doubt that Apu was lying to him, but special flames are not necessarily strange flames. They could also be some kind of special fire attribute supernatural power.

"If Fellow Daoist Song is willing to help, please state your conditions." Seeing his hesitation, Apu assumed he was weighing the pros and cons.

Song Xian smiled slightly: "Putting aside our friendship, if you hadn't taken me out of that secret realm while I was unconscious, I might have died somewhere long ago. Since you've come to me today, you must consider me a friend. There's no need to mention rewards; I might need your help someday."

Even if Ap hadn't come to him for help in person, just based on the clue of the special flame, he would have had to investigate the situation. If it really was a strange flame, he would find a way to get his hands on it, even if it meant paying someone else.

Moreover, Ap's background is extraordinary. He is a descendant of the Houssien family, the lords of the eastern Muh Grassland. Although he has now become a rogue cultivator, fortunes can change in the future, and he may have a chance to return to the Houssien family in the future.

Even if he can't, at his current age, he is very likely to break through to the Golden Core Realm in the future. In short, befriending this person would be beneficial to both him personally and his sect.

"Then thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Song." Apu's expression remained indifferent, showing neither gratitude nor joy, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"Fellow Daoist Apu, do you have any ideas on how to deal with this person?"

“I’ve already set a trap, just waiting for him to fall into it. Now all we need is manpower. With Fellow Daoist Song and Fellow Daoist Han’s help, the three of us together can deal with this person without any problem.” Apu seemed confident, but he didn’t reveal the whole plan.

"When does Fellow Daoist Apu plan to make his move?"

"The sooner the better."

"Alright then! I'll settle the sect matters and then go with you tomorrow."

If it were someone else, Song Xian certainly wouldn't have agreed so easily. He would have needed to find out the whole story and whether the other party was lying.

But he trusted Ap, and the two had been through thick and thin together, having saved each other's lives.

Even disregarding their relationship, he has something on Apu, and if something goes wrong, it might expose Apu's true identity.

"Then I'll come again tomorrow." Apu didn't say much more. After saying that, he left the hall. Song Xian personally saw him off from the mountain gate. After watching him leave, he returned to the council hall and summoned Jiang Zichen, Huang Ye and others in turn to give them instructions.

The next day, Apu arrived as promised. The two left the mountain gate together and met up with Han Yuan at the agreed location before heading to the Muhe Grassland.

As night fell, under a bright moon and sparse stars, in the stargazing area of ​​the Muhe Grassland, an elderly man with white hair slowly entered a brightly lit house. The middle-aged man sitting inside immediately stood up and bowed.

"What is it?" The old man sat down in the main seat and waved his hand.

"We've found a clue to what you've been looking for."

"What clue?" Upon hearing this, the old man's expression brightened, and his eyes became as sharp as an eagle's.

"It is said that someone saw this thing on an island on Mo Hai Star. It was a rabbit-shaped monster that emitted a ghostly blue light. It was extremely fast and disappeared in a flash. Someone tried to catch it, but it ran to the bottom of the sea in a flash."

The old man's eyes flickered: "Mo Xinghai? Where did you get your information?"

"The information was provided by a rogue named Haji Neins."

"Can you bring this person here? I want to ask him about the details myself."

"Yes, I can find him."

"Go now! Find this person immediately."

"Yes." The man responded and left.

.........

Under a clear blue sky with no clouds, and with the sea calm and still, two streaks of light streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed. After a short while, they landed on a deserted island, revealing two figures: one with white hair at the temples, and the other with a burly build.

"Are there really ghost rabbits around here?" The burly man looked around at the desolate mountains and fields, frowning as he looked at the white-haired old man.

“I have already searched the soul of that rogue cultivator, and he did indeed see the ghost rabbit appear on this island and then dive into the sea.”

"Can we pinpoint the location of the Ghost Rabbit now?"

The white-haired old man flipped his hand and took out a fruit that was half red and half purple: "The Ghost Rabbit is very sharp and extremely fast, so catching it won't be easy. It loves this Peach Spirit Fruit the most, so we can use it as bait to lure it out and capture it. Place these Peach Spirit Fruits all over the island, and the Ghost Rabbit will definitely smell them and come over as long as it's around this island. We'll set up an array first, and when it's caught in the net, we'll activate the array to trap it and capture it."

"What else is there to say? Let's get started on the arrangements."

"Let's set up the array first!" The white-haired old man flipped his hand and took out several red array flags. The two found a secluded spot, planted the array flags, and then began to build the array altar.

This was just a simple formation, so it didn't require a lot of manpower. It was during the two people's construction of the formation altar that the formation was completed.

The old man seemed to sense something, turned around abruptly, stared intently at a certain spot, and shouted sharply: "Who's hiding there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed in the distance, condensing into a large crimson hand that slammed down towards him.

At the same time, two beams of light shot out from the left and right sides of the giant golden palm.

The one who launched the attack was Apu, the one on the left was Han Yuan, and the one on the right was Song Xian.

The three had been lying in ambush, waiting for Roger Sandel's arrival, but they did not expect that he would bring a companion who was at the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

It was originally three against one, but now it's three against two.

The three concealed themselves and observed the two from a distance, watching as the other party set up an array. Once the array was completed, it would be even more difficult to deal with them.

Therefore, Ap decisively decided to take action. He originally intended to launch a surprise attack from the shadows, but before the three of them could get close, Roger Sandel's divine sense had already detected them in their concealed state.

With a loud boom, the crimson giant palm clashed with the black giant sword, their lights intertwining.

"Who exactly are you three fellow Daoists? Why hide yourselves? If you are also here for the Ghost Rabbit, we can have a proper discussion." The old man's expression was solemn as he swept his gaze over the three, his voice booming like a bell.

The burly man on the other side immediately conjured a crimson light shield to protect himself, but instead of launching a counterattack, he retreated, his eyes constantly darting between Roger Sandel and the three of them.

Clearly, he didn't want to be enemies with the three, but he was unsure of their motives, so he hesitated.

The three men were now dressed in black robes and masks, concealing their faces and figures, giving off an air of hostility.

“We are only dealing with Roger Sandel. This has nothing to do with you, fellow Daoist. This is a personal feud between us and him. If you do not wish to get involved, please leave.” Song Xian clasped his hands together, and flames rose from his palms, transforming into a huge fireball that hurtled towards the old man.

He noticed the burly man's hesitation and thus spoke words of discord.

"Hersey, don't you want that treasure anymore? If it weren't for me, or if I died at their hands, would you have gotten it?" The old man glanced at the burly man and shouted sharply.

At the same time, Song Xian gathered many fireballs that streaked across the sky like meteors with long trails of flame and crashed towards the old man. Han Yuan also transformed into a white jade spider, spitting out countless fine white threads that coiled around him.

The old man clasped his hands together, and a burst of dark light emanated from his body, transforming into countless black blades that met the fireball and the silk threads spewed by the white jade spider.

With a series of loud bangs, numerous fireballs clashed with sharp blades radiating a dark light.

The dark blades melted under the fireball attack.

Under Song Xianzhen's keen observation, Roger Sandel's various attributes were clearly visible.

It possesses dual spiritual roots, with both metal and earth attributes, and a spiritual power of 3450 points.

The black blade that was just used had an attack power of 1100 points.

Although its power was already twice as strong as many high-level second-grade spells, it was still much weaker than the Flame Meteor cast by Song Xian.

As the old man watched the many black blades shatter, he clapped his hands together, let out a soft shout, and a huge dark sphere of light condensed in front of him.

The remaining fireballs struck the sphere of light without making a sound, as if a stone had been thrown into a river.

The fireball visibly merged into the sphere of light and then disappeared.

The sphere of light was like a ferocious beast, devouring the ball of fire.

As one fireball after another surged in, the dark sphere of light seemed to have eaten its fill, bulging out in all directions and transforming into an irregular spherical shape.

At this moment, the white silk threads spewed by the white jade spider that Han Yuan had transformed into coiled around the dark light.

As the white silk threads tightened, the dark light sphere twisted and deformed continuously, and then, with a soft thud, it was deafening.

The dark sphere of light shattered like a water bag, and white threads wrapped around the dark light shield that had formed around the old man.

On the other side, Ap had already used magic to shatter the black giant sword, and his crimson giant palm slammed down from the air.

(End of this chapter)