Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 446 There are shortcuts to wealth.
Xu Yunfan stood in mid-air, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

The black lightning remaining on the True Martial Sword moved like a living thing, illuminating the area within a hundred feet with flickering light and darkness.

His divine sense spread out like a net, clearly capturing more than ten hidden auras on the outskirts of Zhenwu Peak.

Those Foundation Establishment cultivators hiding among the clouds didn't even have time to suppress their astonishment; their divine senses rippled through the air.

"Three swords."

A hundred miles away, on the eastern cliff of a cliff, a white-bearded old man on the peak saw a small mirror in his hand crack open with a "crack," making him wince in pain. Although this mirror was not a treasure of defensive techniques, it could see tens of thousands of miles away, but it was shattered by the sword intent condensed by Xu Yunfan with the power of the Ten Thousand Chariots Sword.

He had just used the "Dongxuan Mirror" secret technique to observe the battle, and the burning pain of the "Slaying Karma" sword light still lingered in his mind.

The old man's face was solemn. He wondered if he were to face Xu Yunfan's sword head-on, he would probably end up like Li Baichuan.

Li Baichuan's Blood Fiend Dao Foundation was killed by the three swords before it could even be fully developed.

Simply amazing.

"Is this really the initial stage of Foundation Establishment?"

His combat strength is almost comparable to that of the swordsman of the Wancheng Sword Sect who is extremely skilled in swordsmanship... no, perhaps even slightly superior.

In the western clouds, two cultivators riding on a white bone flying boat exchanged a glance. The Taoist on the left silently put away the mirage bead that was recording, his right hand unconsciously rubbing the jade pendant at his waist, which he had been preparing to send a message to his accomplice, hoping to get something from Xu Yunfan. At this moment, it had been crushed into powder.

They saw it clearly: when Li Baichuan unleashed the Hundred Soul Banner, Xu Yunfan's sword aura suddenly surged by 30%, a clear indication that he had anticipated the opponent's desperate struggle.

The True Martial Subduing Demon Sword Technique had reached a state of perfect harmony, with each strike subtly conforming to the rhythm of heaven and earth. The sword's momentum resonated with the spiritual energy from all directions, subtly revealing the profound and mysterious aura of "following the natural way."

Such swordsmanship clearly indicates that he has touched the threshold of the "true meaning of swordsmanship".

The sword path that the fanatical sword cultivators of the Wancheng Sword Sect pursued throughout their lives.

The true essence of swordsmanship, which even extreme sword fanatics might not be able to comprehend even after a hundred years, was now being displayed effortlessly by Xu Yunfan in every gesture.

"What a magnificent Divine Martial Dao Foundation! What a magnificent True Martial Demon Subduing Scripture!"

In the pine forest on the southern slope, the seven emotions threads on the fingertips of the purple-clad female cultivator snapped inch by inch.

She had originally planned to take advantage of the situation when both sides were exhausted, but now she completely concealed her body in the waterside pavilion. The surrounding magic array quietly activated, eliminating the energy and concealing the cause and effect.

The most shocked were the gray-robed array master hiding in the earth's veins.

The array plate in his hand showed that when Xu Yunfan slashed down with his third sword, the earth's energy was stirred up throughout the entire Zhenwu Peak.

Those seemingly casual steps were precisely placed on the key points of the "Nine Netherworld Demon-Attracting Array" that he had painstakingly set up.

At this moment, the three main battle flags in his arms were spontaneously combusting, scalding his chest flesh with a sizzling sound, yet he dared not move an inch.

If the energy flow becomes even slightly disordered, Xu Yunfan will notice it instantly, and perhaps a sword strike will come at him in the next instant.

A cold snort suddenly came from the depths of the clouds, and more than ten spying divine senses retreated like a tide.

Some of the slower runners were struck by the Arctic Demon-Slaying Qi that Xu Yunfan deliberately released, and their consciousness was instantly struck as if by lightning.

Only then did everyone realize that the Xuanwu phantom around the young man was not for defense, but rather to extend the water elemental energy within a ten-mile radius into his perception. Their supposedly discreet spying had long been used as a live target for him to establish his authority.

A mountain breeze carrying the scent of scorched earth swept past, and Xu Yunfan finally slowly lowered his sword light.

He deliberately used the tip of his Zhenwu Sword to poke at Li Baichuan's tattered storage bag. The Yuanshi Sect naturally forbade infighting among its members, but Li Baichuan had come to his death; there was no justification for that.

This action caused the several lingering auras to freeze abruptly, one of which even went out of control and broke a snow-covered pine tree on a distant mountain peak.

It seems we can finally have some peace and quiet for a while longer.

Xu Yunfan let out a soft breath, gathered a wisp of magic power at his fingertips, and gently touched the charred storage bag.

With a hissing sound, the remaining blood-fiend restriction at the bag's opening melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun.

The mental imprint on the Sumeru Bag had long since vanished with Li Baichuan's death.

The moment his divine sense probed inside, he raised an eyebrow. This seemingly ordinary storage bag actually contained a three-zhang square Sumeru space.

Among the demonic sect giants like the Yuanshi Sect, their disciples have always adhered to the custom of "the body dies and the Dao perishes, and wealth is buried with them."

Every cultivator carries their life's savings with them. This is due to the treacherous survival rules among demonic cultivators. No matter how tight the restrictions on the cave dwelling are, they cannot withstand the covetousness of fellow disciples.

It is also a deep-rooted obsession in the marrow of the demonic path, preferring to perish with all one's possessions rather than let others benefit from the opportunity.

When you die, everything ends. But if you're left somewhere else and someone digs you up while you're still alive, that's worse than being dead.

Xu Yunfan ran his fingertips along the still-damp bloodstains on the storage bag, suddenly recalling a lame joke that Master Baiyue had once told: "In our Yuanshi Sect, the most dangerous thing is never the mission, but the storage bag of a fellow disciple."

This seemingly playful banter now appears all the more real and chilling against the backdrop of the blood-red crystals scattered on the ground.

The first to roll off were seven blood marrow crystals, each gleaming with an eerie dark red hue.

Xu Yunfan used the tip of his sword to pick up one of the crystals, revealing liquid blood-red energy flowing inside under the sunlight. "This is actually good material for refining Thunder Pearls."

He recalled that the "Tiangong Leilu" he had seen in the Yuanshi Zongshu Pavilion recorded that such blood-stained crystals, after being tempered by the Qi of Heaven and Earth and tempered by magic, could become a powerful tool to subdue evil spirits.

The jade box that floated out next caught his attention.

The moment the box lid was opened, three jet-black "Nine Netherworld Orchids" lay quietly on the cold jade marrow, and the dew that had condensed at the flower stamens was actually rare Xuan Yin True Water.

Xu Yunfan's breathing became slightly labored. This was the main ingredient for refining the "Xuanming Pill," a pill that allowed one to break through the Foundation Establishment stage. Even in the sect's Hall of Merit, it would take five thousand contribution points to exchange for one.

What surprised him most was the roll of dark gold animal hide.

The words "The Eight Views of Xuandu: Refining Heaven and Creating Clouds" that appeared after unfolding the book gave him a slight tremor. After carefully looking through it, Xu Yunfan couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

This is an extremely superior method of weapon crafting!

Although the "Eight Scenes of Heaven Refining" recorded in it is of the highest quality, the techniques of "Spiritual Material Extraction" and "Artifact Inscription" in the latter half are exquisite.

This method follows the "Eight Scenes and Twenty-Four True Images" theory in the "Zhen Gao". It means that the craftsman should visualize the eight sacred scenes of Xuandu, such as the bright moon in the void and the jade mountain and the Yaotai, and draw the true forms of the eight scenes into the artifact.

The objects are not in the form of metal or iron, but are actually the "mechanism of creation". Refining objects is refining the pivot of Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth... Objects are the dregs of the Dao; when refined to the extreme, even dregs are transformed into sweet dew.

The art of weapon crafting described in the book truly broadened Xu Yunfan's horizons.

He carefully read the passage about nested techniques, pondering whether he should use this method to reforge his previous weapons, such as the Mountain-Shaking and Sea-Suppressing Hammer and the Cloud-Piercing Bow. If he could find some materials, they might not become magic treasures, but they would definitely be top-grade magical artifacts.

(End of this chapter)