Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 278 Angel Investors

The spine crackled like thunder throughout the body, and the red dragon coiled its power from the tailbone, spiraling upwards along the great dragon spine.

Every inch of muscle and bone is like a red-hot steel spring, pressing down with immense force layer upon layer.

Where the mace passed, the air was torn apart, creating visible distorted ripples, and the mountain wind and mist condensed into a spiral vortex that wrapped around the mace.

The morning dew on the distant pine branches rustled and fell, as if the entire mountain peak trembled in the deep hum of this fierce weapon.

'Your Nine Profound Dragon-Slaying Mace Technique is now complete…'

After glancing at the notification that appeared in his field of vision, Xu Yunfan had no choice but to put away the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace in his hand.

Once the Nine Mysterious Dragon Mace Technique reaches its peak, there is no further progress; the proficiency will not increase at all.

The information Bi Yuan had given him three days ago resurfaced in Xu Yunfan's mind.

Bi Yuan wouldn't lie to him about this matter; in fact, the matter is even more serious than the other party described.

He wanted to enter Yu Congling's dream to ask her questions, but found that she had completely fallen silent. No matter how he called out to her, she slept for a whole day without any response. It seemed that what she said in the White Jade Palace had completely exhausted the power she had accumulated over a long period of time.

"Demon..."

Xu Yunfan touched the Dao Sect token hanging on the robe he was wearing.

This Tongxuan Token was given to me personally by Bi Yuan. It is carved entirely from black jade and secretly inlaid with the Nine Luminaries of the Daoist sect.

Those who possess this decree may freely enter and exit all thirty-six peaks and seventy-two halls of the Dao Sect, except for a few forbidden areas that must be avoided. In particular, the Langhuan Library, which is said to "store all the martial arts in the world," can be entered and exited without hindrance even on the top floor, which is said to contain all the world's divine skills and ultimate techniques.

The Taoist sect has existed for thousands of years and survived seven great calamities. Its library contains a vast collection of books.

It contains the original copy of the "Twelve Secrets of Golden Gate and Jade Lock" passed down from the sect, as well as the rare copy of the "Taiyi Sword Classic" annotated by masters of all dynasties, and even the fragments of the "Huangting Secret Records" that have long been lost.

Such treatment has been enjoyed by only three people since the founding of the Daoist sect.

If Bi Yuan had not already reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of Qi Refining and subdued the elders of the sect with his supreme power, this Tongxuan Token, symbolizing the sect leader's personal presence, would never have fallen into the hands of someone who was not a disciple of the sect.

Such spirit and sincerity moved even Xu Yunfan. By the time he came to his senses, he was already gripping the token tightly in his hand.

Who could refuse that?

Although Dao Zong's intentions were clear, no one could refuse; he was truly an angel investor.

Just as Xu Yunfan was about to head to the Langhuan Library, he suddenly saw the mountain path swirling with clouds and mist. The Taoist boy who had led the way earlier came quickly, the star patterns embroidered on the cuffs of his green robe fluttering like butterflies with his movements.

The young Taoist bowed respectfully from ten paces away, his voice clear and melodious like the sound of jade: "Senior Brother Xu, our esteemed master, Mr. Zhan Yan, has arrived at the mountain gate and is currently enjoying tea with the sect leader in the guest hall. The sect leader has instructed you to go and meet him immediately."

Upon hearing this, his brow twitched slightly, and the fine scales inside his dragon scale armor moved without wind. His master had arrived so quickly? He must have rushed here day and night.

He immediately nodded and said, "Thank you for leading the way."

The young Taoist led him to the southeast, where he found himself on a suspended stone path hidden in the sea of ​​clouds.

Each bluestone slab is engraved with cloud patterns, and when you step on it, the material used to create the cloud patterns is extraordinary, and it even glistens with a faint silver light.

It's truly luxurious and grand.

A clear, melodious bell rang out from the clouds on both sides from time to time. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was a black bird perched on an iron pine tree pecking at the wind chimes.

As they passed a rainbow bridge spanning two peaks, Xu Yunfan suddenly stopped. In the abyss beneath the bridge, dozens of rusty ancient swords were floating, their sword energy causing the scabbard of the Qingfeng sword he had taken from Su Zhenhe to vibrate.

“That is the ‘Sword Burial Abyss’.”

Seeing him staring, the young Taoist explained softly, "Before their deaths, all the disciples of the Taoist sect would throw their swords into this place, where a divine weapon lies dormant."

Before the words were finished, a crimson sword light suddenly shot up from the bottom of the abyss, tearing a blood-red rift in the clouds before falling back into the depths. The young Daoist's expression remained unchanged: "It seems another senior has passed away today."

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this, but remained silent.

The total number of disciples in the Dao Sect is nearly 300,000, including 30,000 inner disciples and several thousand true disciples, not to mention the elders of various departments. Over the years, the number has become astonishing.

The Jiannan Circuit comprises twelve prefectures, and aside from a few minor sects and martial arts schools, as well as a handful of ordinary sects, almost all of them support this behemoth.

The outline of the Guest Hall finally appeared as the clouds parted.

The entire building is constructed with bronze as its framework and glazed tiles as its roof.

Seven dragon-carved pillars stand in the square in front of the hall. At this moment, the copper chains wrapped around the pillars are moving without wind, making a crisp sound like metal striking metal.

A hundred paces from the palace gate, Xu Yunfan heard a familiar thunderous laugh, his words carrying a hint of flattery that even he himself could hardly perceive.

"Hahaha! Compared to the 'Melting Heart Iron Tea' I planted in the Heavenly Craft Cave, your 'Frosty Mist Sprout' is like a young lady's embroidery needle meeting a blacksmith's hammer! It's truly wonderful, it feels like touching a few delicate young ladies..."

The sound waves shook the jade bricks on the square, and when several black birds took flight, their feathers sparked in the air.

"..."

Xu Yunfan's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

This rough and bold voice is the unique hallmark of Zhan Yan, the chief of the Tiangong Cave Weapon Casting Hall.

He quickened his pace, but as he crossed the threshold, he saw his master, Zhan Yan, sitting imposingly at his desk, looking somewhat reserved.

But his actions and words remained rude.

Xu Yunfan was speechless, but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The person seated at the top is the sect leader of the Dao Sect, an unparalleled expert at the peak of the ninth realm of Qi Refining. Anyone would be shaken to their core.

"Yunfan!"

Seeing Xu Yunfan enter, Zhan Yan turned to look at his unharmed appearance, his expression relaxed, and he finally felt relieved. He quickly stepped forward and looked Xu Yunfan up and down.

"Master!"

Xu Yunfan cupped his hands in deep affection.

Seeing Xu Yunfan's joyful expression, Zhan Yan had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, he patted Xu Yunfan on the shoulder and said it all in one sentence.

"It'll be fine if you don't have anything to do."

Bi Yuan, seated at the head of the table, watched this scene unfold and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He knew that Xu Yunfan's apprenticeship at Tiangong Cave was sincere and without any ulterior motives.

After dismissing that thought, Bi Yuan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhan is truly blessed to have such a disciple."

Hearing Bi Yuan's lavish praise, Zhan Yan beamed with joy. He was about to habitually boast a few words when he remembered that the person present was the sect leader of the Dao Sect.

"Not at all. Master can only lead you through the door; the rest depends on the individual. My disciple is mostly out there working hard, and Tiangong Cave can only do a good job in logistics."

Bi Yuan nodded with a smile, his fingertips lightly tapping the teacup. A ripple of spiritual energy immediately spread across the teacup on the jade table: "Does Fellow Daoist Zhan know that Young Friend Xu has now reached the Marrow Cleansing Realm?"

"What?!"

Zhan Yan suddenly stood up, his right arm, forged from black iron, pressing spiderweb-like cracks into the cold jade table.

A crimson flame burst forth from his single eye, and his steel whiskers stood up like thorns. Just a few months ago, when they parted, this kid was still diligently cultivating in the Flesh Refining Realm!
(End of this chapter)