Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 433 Nothing more than an ant
The sword fire in the old woman's eyes surged three feet, the intangible black shadow churned violently, and even the "mud figure" that was constantly crumbling stopped coughing, propped its neck up, and stared greedily at the Dao that Xu Yunfan was displaying.

This undisguised intention is precisely the path forward.

The most shocking thing was the old Taoist priest in hemp clothing who remained silent in the corner.

He slowly raised his head, revealing his face covered in lividity. This Supreme Elder, who cultivated the "Sitting in Oblivion Sutra," had transformed himself into a "living dead" eighty years ago, delaying aging by sealing off his five senses.

At this moment, two lines of bloody tears seeped from beneath his rotting eyelids.

"The root of martial arts is actually a celestial scripture."

The old Taoist priest in hemp clothing spoke as if from a grave, and he stretched out his withered, twig-like fingers with trembling hands.

The fingers were covered in green hair, and the nails were curved like hooks, yet they were now precisely pointing at the Dao patterns that Xu Yunfan was displaying.

The moment the tortoise-snake pattern touched the green-haired finger, it emitted a dazzling blue light, instantly dissolving the opponent's fingernail.

The old Taoist priest in hemp robes instantly withdrew his hand; in that instant, he had already experienced the power of the tortoise and snake coiled together.

If the other party were to run this thing over, he would have no way to stop it.

Xu Yunfan inwardly cursed, "How many years has this old monster not washed his hands? That green-haired guy must be some kind of demon by now!"
However, he maintained a respectful demeanor on the surface: "Senior, you are wise. Martial arts did indeed originate from this scripture. Now, you all have a way to continue this tradition."

At this point, Xu Yunfan couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have killed those disciples from the five major sects. Wouldn't it have been better to place a restriction on them and let them be at his beck and call?

They are all top-notch talents.

The twelve old monsters exchanged glances and fell silent. Finally, the purple-robed old man covered in chains stepped forward, leaving black, bloody footprints on the ground with each step he took amidst the clanging of the chains.

"This old man is willing to go."

Those three short words made him vomit a mouthful of foul-smelling, black blood.

But a gleam of hunger, like that of a wolf, flashed in those murky eyes.

Xu Yunfan understood that these half-dead old guys had taken martial arts to its extreme in their very bones.

In a sense, it was the world of the Divine Martial Realm that restricted their path forward.

Compared to the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, the Divine Martial Realm is a small realm. It is not easy to condense even one Fruit Position. If there are more, it will be a feast for the major sects of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

They are now using all sorts of means to prolong their existence, just waiting for a chance to break through.

Now that Xu Yunfan has given them an opportunity, they naturally won't let it go.

Twelve decaying yet powerful auras simultaneously locked onto Xu Yunfan, causing the beams and pillars of Qingwei Hall to groan under the unbearable weight, as if they were enduring some kind of pressure that transcended the mortal realm.

Bi Yuan smiled wryly at his disciple and transmitted his voice, "These senior uncles and elders have all reached the end of their lifespans. Now that you have given them a chance, they are naturally afraid that you will run away... Although they are all a bit eccentric, they are all beings who have pushed their own martial arts to the extreme."

Xu Yunfan glanced at the group of Daoist masters and nodded slightly.

The old Taoist priest in the green robe sat idly in the corner, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees. Each tap was in harmony with a mysterious rhythm, creating traces of varying depths in the air, which was enough to show that he had incorporated his life's martial arts insights into his every move.

Walking, sitting, and lying down are all forms of spiritual practice.

Another plump old man appeared to be burping, but with each breath he exhaled, he caused the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him to transform into the flow of thunder and fire, with the faint implication of wind and thunder following. Clearly, he had cultivated the Daoist secret technique "Nine Heavens Thunder Gang True Skill" to the point of returning to simplicity.

This is definitely a top-tier martial art, said to have been created by the Taoist patriarch Chunyang.

Xu Yunfan suddenly burst out laughing.

These old monsters are certainly top-tier beings in the Divine Martial Realm, but if we consider the standards of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm...

Foundation Establishment cultivators can draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with their breathing, while Golden Core cultivators can move mountains and fill seas.

In comparison, these old fogies who have been trapped in the Ninth Realm for hundreds of years are nothing more than ants who haven't even touched the threshold of immortality. "I was overthinking it."

With a flick of his finger, the True Martial Sword Qi drew a clear light in the hall, and the twelve auras that were locked onto him immediately retreated like snow meeting the blazing sun.

No matter how strange these old monsters are, they will eventually have their edges smoothed out by the rules of the Taihua Realm.

What Zhenwu Peak needs is precisely this purity of pushing martial arts to its extreme.

These were his strengths.

"Three days from now, I will use the Boundary-Breaking Talisman to break the boundary. Don't be late, everyone. Once this opportunity is gone, it will be gone forever."

Xu Yunfan took a deep breath, and a wisp of True Martial Qi emanated from his body. In an instant, twelve aged faces showed surprise under the reflection of the Qi.

The purple-robed old man, whose body was bound by chains, suddenly contracted his cloudy pupils. His blood core, which had been dormant for many years, trembled slightly under this aura, almost collapsing. It was as if he had encountered a higher level of power that suppressed him, forcing him to guard his mind and barely manage to stabilize himself.

Sword fire pulsed violently in the aimless eye sockets of the old woman Qingming, and for the first time, her "mind's eye," which perceived the world through sword intent, felt a stinging pain.

While a clear and focused swordsmanship is powerful, it still depends on the opponent.

The phantom of Xuanwu hanging behind Xu Yunfan actually shook the foundation of her swordsmanship, which she had painstakingly cultivated for three hundred years.

The most shocking sight was that of the old man with the mud shell. His cracked skin peeled off in a flurry, revealing a horrifying bluish-gray substance beneath. His own earth-elemental true energy, connected to the earth's veins, was now spontaneously bowing down like a subject before his sovereign.

Apart from Bi Yuan, twelve thoughts of greed, shock, and hesitation had just arisen when they were stopped by a wisp of energy emanating from Xu Yunfan's body.

"Zheng..."

Amidst the clear, resonant sound of the sword, all distracting thoughts vanished like snow meeting the blazing sun.

These old monsters, who had reached the end of their lives, instantly came to their senses. The person in front of them was no longer a junior who needed their guidance, but a Foundation Establishment True Person who had truly embarked on the path of immortality!

The old man in purple robes, or rather, Xue Zhen, was the first to lower his head, the chains rattling: "This old man will obey the decree."

The twelve old monsters bowed their heads in unison, their withered bodies trembling slightly under the pressure of Zhenwu's might.

Xu Yunfan remained calm, his gaze sweeping over these once-renowned martial arts giants with a gentle, unwavering expression.

Which of these people isn't an exceptionally talented individual?
The purple-robed old man, whose Taoist name was Juezhen, once subdued the five major sects of the world with a single sword a hundred years ago. When the old woman Qingming was young, she caused rivers of blood to flow in the martial world. Even that old monster covered in mud was a ruthless character who could tear apart demons of the ninth realm with his bare hands back then.

But now...

Xu Yunfan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Once they reach the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, these unruly old fellows will naturally understand.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that Foundation Establishment cultivators draw upon with their breathing is enough to make the martial arts essence they have painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years pale in comparison.

A casually placed restriction can suppress a so-called "supreme grandmaster" to the point of immobility;

If they were to encounter a True Monarch-level being, a single glance from that being could likely shatter the Dao hearts of these old monsters.

But that’s fine too.

Xu Yunfan stood with his hands behind his back, the Zhenwu Sword humming softly in its sheath.

What Zhenwu Peak needs are these geniuses who have taken martial arts to its extreme.

Once reality has smoothed out their rough edges, they will naturally become his sharpest sword.

(End of this chapter)