The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 263 Nine Dragon Mountain

"You arrogant lackeys, how dare you! Do you know who my master is?"

"Hurry up and bind your hands, wait..."

The attendants behind the noble man stepped forward simultaneously. One held a jade plate in his palm, drawing down mysterious light from the heavens, while the other made hand seals, releasing three hundred jade flying needles to ward off the cold. With their combined strength, they repelled the corpse poison and wolf smoke that had coiled around the giant python that was devouring the sky.

When the cultivators from Jiulong Mountain traveled through Lingnan and the South China Sea, even the White Bone Path had to give them some face. They had never encountered such a scene of being beaten out with sticks.

Where do these arrogant soldiers get the audacity to be so rampant?

Before those men could utter any threats or harsh words, Fei Chang crossed his arms, sneered, and exhaled from all seven orifices. Corpse haze rolled, and a cold wind swirled the mist, causing black clouds to obscure the sun. The pitch-black smoke billowed like a dragon, baring its fangs and claws, and then it tore at the Xuan Guang flying needle.

"Who is he? Hmph... I bet he's about to die!"

General Feichang spread his wings, and the sky-covering paper wings stirred up a howling wind. The torrent of eerie paper pieces, like shrouds, were entwined with inexplicable curses, transforming into a paper tornado that reached straight into the clouds and struck the group directly.

What is the identity of our Dao Lord now? He can even curse and kill gods in the Yin God Realm. Why would he be afraid of these ignorant juniors? He can kill them with a flick of his wrist. What can they do?
Among the various scoundrels, Linglong is cunning, Jiachang is obedient, Wumian is taciturn, and Youchang is insidious, but only Feichang is the most ambitious and domineering!
As soon as the Flying Madman made his move, the Armored Madman, the Wandering Madman, and the Faceless Madman on the side could no longer hold back.

With his arms outstretched, Jia Chang grasped the mountains and rivers, grabbing left and right at the city hill. Instantly, two barren earth veins were pulled away by him. The thousand-foot-long yellow earth veins, like black and yellow whips, shattered mountains and rocks as Jia Chang moved his arms to the sky.

With a sinister laugh, the five figures formed a shadow, standing in a circle, creating a human mountain. They grabbed at the Purple Mansion cultivator from above, and the "Five Ghosts Shifting" technique was activated instantly. With a soft crack, the Purple Mansion cultivator holding the flying needle was decapitated without warning and died on the spot.

The Five Ghosts Shifting Technique involves removing heads, taking hearts, gouging out eyes, and dissecting internal organs... This is a notorious and infamous technique from a heterodox sect!

"you……"

Now that things had come to this, the richly dressed man could no longer sit still. He raised his hand and threw out a string of seven golden locks from his sleeve. The seven golden rings grew longer in the wind, their shimmering golden energy revealing their sharp edge. They clashed with the corpse haze and the yellow earth whip a few times, breaking through the two powerful attacks.

Turning around again, one of the two Purple Mansion subordinates accompanying him had already died suddenly.

This dharma is truly rampant and ruthless; it can take a person's life with a mere wave of its hand!

"Where do you all come from? Do you not know who the Lingnan Spirit Paper Path owes a debt to?"

"Or should we really stick our neck out for this down-on-his-luck guy?"

They had already heard upon their arrival that the unfamiliar Taoist priest from the Lingzhi Temple seemed to want to seize the true Taoist teachings within the temple. If that was all, they might not necessarily be able to tolerate his actions.

But to take the lives of his subordinates without saying a word will surely create a great karmic consequence!

"Stand out? You overestimate yourself."

"How can my master be disturbed by some vermin? You certainly have a grand display, but you've spoiled my master's mood. It's us brothers who will suffer the consequences!"

Fei Chang sneered, picked up the head that Wu Fang You Chang had taken off, and casually tossed it at the noble young man, showing extreme disdain.

After exchanging blows for more than ten rounds, the Flying Swallow Magic Boat was smashed into a valley on the outskirts of Spirit City. A light drizzle had already enveloped half of Spirit City. With the arrival of the Ghost Realm, all the Purple Mansion cultivators in Spirit City were on high alert, looking towards the place where the battle had suddenly broken out.

On one side are the rampant demons of the underworld, whose evil aura has not yet dissipated after their battle with the spirits of the underworld; on the other side are the direct descendants of the Nine Dragons Immortal Mountain in Lingnan, the offspring of rogue Yin gods. When the two fight in this spirit city by the lake, who is willing to yield?
"Arrogant!" The noble man flipped his right hand, summoning a golden lightning sword, and with a cold shout, he struck.

As a descendant of a rogue cultivator from Lingnan, he did not rely solely on his family background. If he had no ability, he would have been kidnapped and killed by powerful bandits in the shadows long ago. The cultivation circle in the South China Sea was far more chaotic and cruel than that under the rule of the Five Immortal Sects.

With his advanced cultivation at the Purple Mansion level, his considerable magical artifacts, and his profound supernatural abilities, he believed he could come and go as he pleased, even at the level of a Yin Spirit.

Behind this altar may lie a powerful force, but in the Lingnan region, even an ordinary disciple of the White Bone Sect would have to bow and address him as "Brother Daoist."

At this moment, seeing Fei's arrogant and disrespectful attitude, how could the young master of Jiulong Mountain possibly back down or argue with him? He unleashed his magical sword technique, ready to show his skills.

Although Jiazi Shenchang was fierce and brave, in his eyes, he was just a madman and probably didn't have much ability!
The Golden Thunder Sword cleaved through the air, instantly drawing out a bolt of lightning across the sky. The gilded lightning streak flickered in the void, drawing in rolling thunder that directly shattered the Cloud and Rain Ghost Realm.

The golden chain was split into seven, breaking through the smoke of war and dispelling the haze of corpses, and repeatedly shaking back the armored, sky-supporting arms of the enemy.

There, the wandering demons unleash their seals and captivate souls; here, flying needles scatter and soar through the air. The five wandering demons clash with the Purple Palace's followers. No matter how fiercely the flying needles pierce the air, I will use my elusive techniques to meet them.

You laughed wildly, and with a slash at the cold jade needles flying from all directions, the boundless killing intent vanished abruptly before them. The next instant, a vortex appeared out of nowhere in the void, spitting out the needles and throwing them back at the caster...

"Hmph, then let's give it a try?"

General Feichang gazed at the Taoist priest, his eyes narrowing. The flying corpse wings behind him instantly transformed into paper wings with bristling feathers. These pale paper feathers, gleaming with a chilling light, were no different from the five-metal blades. They met the golden thunder sword head-on, while the ghostly wind and the corpse haze swirled and collided with it.

Although this Flying Crow was refined slightly later than the Armored Crow and the Faceless Crow, it had a good foundation. In addition, it was refined by Li Qing several times, so its strength was quite fierce. It could drive away the corpse haze and control the yin wind. It not only inherited the curse of the ghost path and the fierceness of the flying corpse, but also gained some changes in the qi path. It could move freely and was a combination of offense and defense.

After clashing with the Golden Thunder Sword for more than ten rounds, his paper wings shattered one after another, but he remained fierce and unyielding. His tall and slender spirit body was no less powerful than a flying corpse. He leaped straight at the Taoist's true form, and the Yin Wind Blade between his palms was as solid as a substance, stirring up the shattered paper pieces and making them dance wildly. He was extremely arrogant.

"What a wicked monster!"

The young master of Jiulong Mountain snorted coldly, made a hand seal, and turned the Golden Thunder Sword, drawing a hundred-foot-long golden thunderbolt around his body. He did not retreat either, but charged head-on into the tyrant.

The Golden Thunder Sword is one of the top-tier magical artifacts. Its perfected Thunder and Sword Dao restrictions complement each other. It was once the sword of the Yin God True Man of Nine Dragons Mountain when he traveled to Tiandu. How could General Fei Chang possibly win when he clashed head-on with it?

The overwhelming gloom and the hundred-foot-tall golden lightning collided in less than ten breaths. The immense corpse energy was torn apart by the golden lightning, and the entire divine power gradually dissipated. The pale, tall, and thin figure also fell rapidly from the sky after this clash.

Taoist artifacts are the most important means of self-protection. The true orthodox Taoist path is to possess an artifact, cultivate a path, practice a method, perform a hand seal, and use a technique, which is enough to make all paths retreat.

Unfortunately, before the sword-wielding youth could finish his disdainful sneer, an even more vigorous burst of light shot into the sky, repelling the golden lightning with two strikes. A black banner came flying through the air, striking the Taoist's back and shattering the protective jade pendant at his waist. The Taoist swayed, and his cloud platform became unstable, about to fall.

"The magical artifacts are wonderful, but you must not use them for violence!"

Linglong, the tyrannical master, held the Soul Banner of No Clothes in one hand and pointed to the clouds below with her left. Boundless soul threads transformed into treacherous threads, piercing down with overwhelming killing intent.

Everyone has magical artifacts, but the predecessor of this Soulless Banner was a secret magical artifact held by the White Bone Dao Elder. After being refined by Li Qing, its foundation is no weaker than that of the Golden Thunder Sword, and it will not allow him to act recklessly here.

Besides, she was delighted to see the magic sword!
We'll have to get our hands on it, no matter what.

(End of this chapter)