Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Too Many Talents

Chapter 632 Crimson Cloud Elemental Fire (Seeking Subscriptions)

After much deliberation, Shen Xuan finally decided to go and watch the battle.

After activating the Sky-Covering Stone, he completely concealed his physical form and aura.

Shen Xuan concealed his presence, drifting silently above the Fire Cloud Sect's mountain gate like a faint, ethereal cloud.

At this moment, he unleashed all his sensory abilities, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing through the clouds and landing atop the main peak of the Fire Cloud Sect.

The boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged towards the summit like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a massive vortex of spiritual clouds with a diameter exceeding a thousand feet.

The center of the vortex was directly opposite the blessed land where Yuan Huo Zhenren was in seclusion, and it was like the Milky Way pouring out from behind the mountains, with a terrifying force.

Shen Xuan watched for a while, his brows furrowing slightly.

This scene, seemingly grand and majestic, is actually not so.

Shen Xuan had once witnessed the entire process of the Purple Essence Tree King transforming and undergoing its tribulation.

At that time, the spiritual clouds gathered by the Purple Cloud Tree King were extremely pure, containing vigorous vitality, and the resulting phenomena in the heavens and earth were even more spectacular.

In contrast, the Yuan Huo Zhenren before them possessed a vast and dazzling vortex of spiritual clouds.

The spiritual energy within was chaotic and disorderly, revealing signs of weakness, restlessness, and insufficient strength.

"Impure spiritual energy leads to a disordered mind. An unstable foundation makes the pursuit of a nascent soul ultimately futile..."

Shen Xuan thought to himself.

He guessed that Yuan Huo Zhenren was unprepared and rushed into the Nascent Soul stage.

The sudden death of Master Yanghuo and the disturbance caused by Demon Lord Mingyu and others further affected Master Yuanhuo's state of mind.

In his mind, he had already foreseen the outcome of Yuan Huo Zhenren's attempt to break through this barrier.

They will inevitably return empty-handed.

Sure enough, an hour later, the massive vortex of spiritual energy not only failed to solidify, but instead began to tremble violently.

The spiritual energy at the edges gradually dissipated, and the concentration of spiritual energy at the center of the vortex also began to decrease.

Finally, the clouds in the sky gradually thinned out.

Without heavenly tribulation clouds, it is impossible for heavenly tribulation to occur.

A peaceful atmosphere prevailed above the Fire Cloud Sect.

The vortex of spiritual clouds began to spread.

Such a celestial phenomenon means that Yuan Huo Zhenren failed in the first stage of "shattering the core to form the nascent soul" when he tried to condense his nascent soul.

Since the Golden Core failed to develop into a nascent Nascent Soul, it was unable to invoke the rules of Heaven. Consequently, subsequent trials such as Heavenly Tribulation, Divine Lightning, Soul Devouring by Heart Demons, and Nascent Soul Formation would not occur.

"That's it?"

Shen Xuan shook his head as he watched.

This is far too hasty.

Although the success rate of a Golden Core cultivator condensing their Nascent Soul is very low.

For ordinary Golden Elixir cultivators, the success rate is less than 50%.

Even Yuan Huo Zhenren couldn't pass the first level, which still impressed Shen Xuan.

He was, after all, a Golden Core Perfection cultivator and the Grand Elder of a Golden Core sect.

Even with the accumulated wisdom of a sect spanning hundreds of years, and the support given to Yuan Huo Zhenren in his attempt to condense the core, he couldn't even form the nascent nascent soul.

The few immortals guarding the blessed land were all in low spirits, looking at each other with despair in their eyes.

At this time,

A piercing scream rang out, shattering gold and splitting stone, filled with ferocity and rage.

High in the sky, a seemingly ordinary dark cloud suddenly began to churn and boil. The Demon Winged Roc spread its wings, and its enormous, sky-covering figure tore through the clouds and swooped down.

The shadow instantly enveloped half of the Fire Cloud Sect, and with the flapping of its wings, it stirred up gusts of bone-corroding demonic wind, carrying a pungent, fishy stench, which swept towards the main peak of the Fire Cloud Sect.

"The demonic bird has arrived! Activate the grand formation!"

The elder on duty shouted sternly.

"Buzz!"

The protective array's protective shield lit up rapidly, its crimson light flashing rapidly.

However, the main spiritual vein's spiritual power, which the Fire Cloud Sect's protective formation relies on, has not yet fully recovered due to the excessive loss caused by Yuan Huo Zhenren's condensation of his nascent soul.

At this moment, the protective light shield was not as bright and dazzling as before.

The Demon Winged Roc was clearly well-prepared and had been preparing for a long time.

A hint of disdain flashed in the eagle's eyes, and its sharp claws tore at the protective array's light barrier.

Then, the giant beak, shimmering with an eerie light, condensed pale golden demonic power and, like a storm, continuously pecked at the same point of the protective light barrier.

The protective spiritual shield of the Fire Cloud Sect could not be replenished with spiritual energy in a short time, its spiritual light suddenly dropped, and its operation stagnated.

"Crack!"

With a heavy blow from the giant beak of the Demon Winged Roc, the protective spiritual shield of the sect let out a mournful cry, unable to withstand the continuous and enormous impact, and completely collapsed, turning into countless fragments of spiritual light flying everywhere.

"The sect's protective formation has been broken!"

"Run!"

"Ancestor, help!"

Within the Fire Cloud Sect, terrified screams instantly filled the air.

Countless disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect scattered and fled.

The Demon Winged Roc broke into the Fire Cloud Sect, its powerful demonic consciousness forming an invisible giant net that instantly enveloped the entire Fire Cloud Mountain.

It disregarded the low-level disciples with weak spiritual energy, locking onto those Core Formation Realm cultivators with its demonic senses.

An old master with white hair and beard, having just unleashed his magic weapon, was pulled up by an irresistible force and, screaming in agony, was sucked into a bottomless maw.

Following closely behind, one after another Core Formation cultivators suffered the same fate as him.

These highly respected masters in the Fire Cloud Sect, who had cultivated diligently for hundreds of years, were now like lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.

They were all devoured by the Demon Winged Roc.

In an instant, seven True Persons of the Fire Cloud Sect perished, and their high-end combat power was wiped out.

With each person it devoured, the demonic aura emanating from the Demon Winged Roc intensified, its size seemed to expand, and its ferocity grew even stronger.

The Demon Winged Roc ignored the low-level disciples fleeing in panic at its feet, casually flapping its black wings.

A series of yellowish-brown, bone-corroding gusts of wind spread out like ripples on water.

As the gale swept through, whether they were Qi Refining disciples or Foundation Establishment deacons, their protective spiritual light instantly dissipated, their flesh melted and peeled away, revealing their stark white bones, and they collapsed to the ground.

Before long, countless skeletons lay scattered in front of the main hall, on the plaza, and in the valleys of the Fire Cloud Sect.

What was once a blessed land of immortals has now become a hellish place, filled with cries of sorrow and the stench of blood.

"You monster! I'll fight you to the death!"

A crimson flame, brimming with boundless fury, suddenly appeared, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the rampaging Demon Winged Roc in an instant.

A burst of light erupted, and blazing crimson flames ignited one of the wings of the Demon Winged Roc.

The flames scorched the feathers and skin, making a sizzling sound and emitting a burnt smell.

The Demon Winged Roc cried out in pain, letting out a sharp, piercing, angry screech, its wings, now ablaze with flames, emanating a demonic aura.

At the same time, its giant mouth opened, spewing out a large plume of yellowish-brown demonic mist.

The demonic mist covered the Crimson Cloud Flame, emitting hissing sounds as they eroded each other before annihilating.

The Demon Winged Roc extinguished the crimson flames, revealing a charred patch on its wings.

"Alright, we're saved! The Ancestor has emerged from seclusion!"

"Ancestor, kill that monster and avenge everyone!"

An old Taoist priest with a full head of white hair flew out of the blessed land.

It was none other than Yuan Huo Zhenren, the Grand Elder of the Huoyun Sect.

His face was pale, devoid of any color.

Clearly, the attempt to form the infant spirit failed, resulting in severe backlash.

Logically speaking, Master Yuanhuo should be hiding in a blessed land, resting and recuperating to improve his health.

However, the Demon Winged Roc was ferocious and violent, slaughtering indiscriminately outside, and the elite of the Fire Cloud Sect was wiped out.

When the time came, Master Yuanhuo could not stand by and watch the Huoyun Sect's foundation be destroyed.

With the sect's elite forces almost wiped out and its lineage on the verge of extinction, True Person Huoyun was heartbroken and, disregarding everything, fought to the death.

The Demon Winged Roc extinguished the crimson flames, stopped its movements, hovered in mid-air, and stared at Yuan Huo Zhenren with a fierce look in its eyes.

It only burned off some feathers and skin; it was an external injury and didn't seem to have suffered any serious damage.

"Monster, die!"

Yuan Huo Zhenren roared and, with a wave of his hand, unleashed his natal magic weapon, the Yuan Huo Sword, which transformed into a streak of crimson light.

The sword trembled and spewed out crimson cloud-like flames.

This fire is extracted from the essence of the earth's veins and born after being tempered by the earth's core flames for thousands of years, thus possessing a nascent spirituality.

As the flames rolled, they transformed into crimson clouds, their temperature extremely high, scorching and slightly distorting the space around them—a terrifying display of power.

Even the innately precious and indestructible Demon Winged Roc was set ablaze and burned.

"Hurry up and leave!"

Master Yuanhuo shouted loudly.

The disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect suddenly realized what was happening and fled in all directions, leaving the sect.

The Yuanhuo Zhenren sword technique was activated, and the Crimson Cloud Yuanhuo sometimes transformed into a sword, sometimes into a net, and sometimes poured down like a meteor shower, with a ferocious offensive.

He fought with a style of action that was completely risky and resulted in mutual destruction.

The Demon Winged Roc relied on its powerful physique and bizarre demonic arts, tearing with its sharp claws, pecking with its giant beak, and spreading demonic winds and poisonous mists as it fought against Yuan Huo Zhenren.

A man and a bird fought a desperate battle in the sky above the ruined Fire Cloud Sect.

The crimson cloud fire and the pitch-black demonic energy collided and exploded continuously, creating deafening explosions.

The terrifying destructive power leveled the surrounding mountains and collapsed the palaces.

The earth was torn open, revealing bottomless ravines.

The entire Fire Cloud Sect was shrouded in billowing black smoke and raging flames.

The raging, malevolent winds continued to blow relentlessly.

The sky became dark and murky.

The sky was dark and the earth was shaking.

Hidden in the shadows, Shen Xuan watched Yuan Huo Zhenren fighting desperately, and felt a faint sense of sorrow, like the plight of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

"Even those who have reached the Golden Core stage can perish in the belly of a demonic bird due to the involvement of their sect."

He saw clearly.

Yuan Huo Zhenren forcibly suppressed the injuries from his failed Nascent Soul Condensation attempt and fought the Demon Winged Roc.

It appears to be a grand spectacle, but the forces are evenly matched.

In fact, Yuan Huo Zhenren was no match for the Demon Winged Roc at all.

If this continues, the injuries will flare up, and Yuan Huo Zhenren will undoubtedly die.

"What a pity. The sect spent countless resources to cultivate a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of his cultivation."

"It would be a shame for such a powerful fire-based golden core to self-destruct."

Shen Xuan thought to himself.

The demonic power of the Demon Winged Roc failed to completely suppress Yuan Huo Zhenren.

It was the final moment.

Yuan Huo Zhenren can still circulate spiritual power and self-destruct his golden core.

While it is reduced to ashes, it may be able to injure the Demon Winged Roc.

To secure a glimmer of hope for the many disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect.

Seeing that Master Huoyun was gradually weakening and his spiritual energy was becoming increasingly stagnant.

The Demon Winged Roc let out a joyful shriek, intensified its movements, and gradually shifted from defense to offense.

"The time has come."

Shen Xuan held the strange gold and cold iron rod in his hand, and with a shake of his body, he transformed into a Xuanbing Divine Dragon that was over thirty feet long.

"You demon, take this!"

Just as Yuan Huo Zhenren and the Demon Winged Roc were locked in a fierce battle.

"Roar!"

A desolate, ancient, and majestic dragon roar suddenly resounded across the battlefield without warning.

The dragon's roar, imbued with the dragon's malevolent intent and extreme cold, instantly dispersed the demonic aura and flames that filled the sky.

Yuan Huo Zhenren and the Demon Winged Roc were both shaken and instinctively retreated to defend themselves.

A dark ice dragon, over thirty feet long, with azure scales, tore through the clouds and swooped down fiercely.

The dragon's body meandered, radiating an extreme chill that seemed to freeze everything, and countless ice crystals and snowflakes condensed and drifted down from the air around it.

Shen Xuan activated [Dragon Blood Boiling], pushing the true dragon bloodline within his body to its limit.

The Xuanbing Divine Dragon gripped a dark golden, cold iron rod tightly in its two claws. The space around the rod was distorted and shattered, and its divine sense locked onto the neck of the Demon Winged Roc.

He had been lying in wait for a long time, observing the relatively weak point in the Demon Winged Roc's defenses. "Roar!"

With a swish of its body, the Xuanbing Divine Dragon's speed surged, transforming into a blue lightning bolt that tore through the sky. The strange gold and cold iron rod was raised high, stirring up the wind and clouds, carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains, and fiercely swept towards the neck of the Demon Winged Roc.

The Demon Winged Roc was already afraid of the Mystic Ice Dragon.

Previously, in Qianjiang, it transformed into a giant Kun, but after being hit by a stick, it revealed its true form in pain and gave up its pursuit of Shen Xuan.

At this moment, it was focused entirely on dealing with Yuan Huo Zhenren, never expecting Shen Xuan to suddenly appear.

Moreover, this time they came with great force and imposing presence, directly targeting its weaknesses.

A strong sense of crisis instantly swept over my entire body.

The Demon Winged Roc let out a shriek of alarm and anger, its massive body dodging as it retracted its left wing, which then formed a shield around its neck.

"boom!"

The strange, cold iron rod slammed solidly into the tough wings.

An unimaginable force, carrying a bone-chilling cold, crashed violently.

"Wow!"

The Demon Winged Roc let out a painful cry, its left wing visibly collapsed, and more than ten of its hard, iron-like feathers were smashed off and scattered.

"Brother Yuan Huo, I am Xuan Bing from the Qingyun Sect. I have come here to lend you a hand and slay this fiend!"

Shen Xuan's voice resounded through the sky, echoing for a long time above the Fire Cloud Sect.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huo Zhenren, who was about to self-destruct his golden core, showed joy and his spirits lifted.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Xuanbing!"

After speaking, Yuan Huo Zhenren forcibly suppressed his injuries and frantically poured the remaining Dan Yuan spiritual power in his body into his natal spiritual weapon, the Fire Dragon Sword.

The sword's crimson light intensified.

The sword light veered, transforming into dozens of cunning and sharp crimson fire arrows that shot towards the eyes of the Demon Winged Roc.

Having just been dealt a heavy blow by Shen Xuan, the Demon Winged Roc was then subjected to a targeted attack by Yuan Huo Zhenren.

It flapped its wings, just scattering the fire arrows of Yuan Huo Zhenren.

The Xuanbing Divine Dragon's strange golden cold iron rod crashed down from the sky again.

Not only that.

Shen Xuan unleashed his full power, launching an attack like a raging storm, holding nothing back.

"【Ice Soul Divine Light】!"

The Ice Soul Divine Sword shot out a condensed, silk-like beam of ice soul light, silently striking the demonic eagle's eyes and forcing it to retreat repeatedly.

"【Ten Thousand Dragons Sword Tide】!"

The Purple-Gold True Water Seal soared into the sky, growing larger with the wind until it reached the size of a mountain. With an overwhelming force that could suppress everything, it released ten thousand Xuanbing flying swords, pressing down on the Demon Winged Roc.

"[Endless Sword Lotus]!"

A giant phantom of an ice lotus bloomed beneath the feet of the Xuanbing Divine Dragon. The lotus petals slowly rotated, forming Xuanbing sword petals that protected the Xuanbing Divine Dragon's body.

Shen Xuan unleashed three major ice magic techniques simultaneously.

The Ice Soul Divine Sword, the Purple Gold True Water Seal, and the Nine-Colored Lotus were all activated.

At this moment, Shen Xuan's strength was on full display.

Not only that.

Two Ice Soul Crystals, imbued with the essence of ice spiritual power, quietly appeared and were then detonated.

Pure Xuanbing spiritual power erupted suddenly, spreading rapidly thousands of feet around him from the center, forming a Xuanbing domain that chilled him to the bone.

Within the realm, the extreme cold caused water vapor in the air to instantly condense into ice crystals, which then fell down in a flurry.

The flow of spiritual energy froze and became sluggish.

At first, the effect was not obvious.

After waiting for a while, the speed of the Demon Winged Roc became noticeably sluggish.

The Xuanbing spiritual power continuously eroded its demonic power.

On the body of the Demon Winged Roc, the areas scorched by the Crimson Cloud Flame were no longer filled with demonic power and were constantly covered by Xuanbing spiritual power, which then invaded its body.

The Demon Winged Roc had no choice but to frantically unleash its demonic power to dispel the chilling aura of the Xuanbing spiritual energy.

However, just as the ice on the injured area was broken up, new cold air attached itself and condensed back into ice, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.

Some Fire Cloud Sect disciples, who were trembling with despair and pale as death, were originally in a state of panic.

At this moment, witnessing the reversal on the battlefield, and seeing Yuan Huo Zhenren and Xuanbing Shenlong join forces to defeat the arrogant Demon Winged Roc, cheers erupted.

"The ancestor is mighty!"

"Kill that monster!"

"Master Xuanbing, your reputation is well-deserved!"

Master Yuanhuo rallied his spirits and fought with increasing ferocity.

As the sword technique was activated, several rockets nearly hit the eyes of the Demon Winged Roc.

The Xuanbing Divine Dragon unleashed its full power, wielding four spiritual artifacts and three great ice magic techniques, causing the Demon Winged Roc to scream incessantly.

Before long, the Demon Winged Roc was struggling to stay afloat, its body covered in wounds, its feathers flying everywhere like raindrops.

The Demon Winged Roc roared angrily and glared at the Mystic Ice Dragon with resentment.

It unleashed its primal demonic power, flapping its wings with all its might, stirring up a monstrous demonic wind.

After taking a direct hit from the Strange Gold Cold Iron Cudgel, he used the recoil to transform into a streak of pitch-black light and flew at an extremely fast speed toward the Demon Realm passage in the sky.

It flew into the demon realm passage and never appeared again.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Many demonic birds retreated and fled towards the demonic passage that hung high in the sky.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth circulated, the passage to the demon realm began to close.

After the demon realm passage completely disappears.

Yuan Huo Zhenren finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body collapsed.

He looked listless, his wrinkles were deeper, and he aged decades in an instant.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanbing, please come into the cave for a chat!"

With great difficulty, Yuan Huo Zhenren retrieved the Yuan Huo Sword, which transformed into a streak of crimson light and flew into his own blessed land.

The Xuanbing Divine Dragon shimmered with light, rapidly shrinking and reverting to Shen Xuan's appearance.

At this moment, his complexion was also not good; he looked slightly pale.

【Shouyuan: 193/1090】

In the less than an hour of fighting just now, he had already lost two years of his lifespan.

Shen Xuan raised his hand and put away the Ice Soul Divine Sword and the Purple Gold True Water Seal.

In the sky, the embers of ice and fire slowly drifted down, reflecting the devastated ruins of the Fire Cloud Sect below.

Not long ago, this place was a blessed land for immortals, where disciples of various sects chatted and laughed.

Now, it has been transformed into a hellish place, desolate and tragic.

For the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

Shen Xuan sighed.

It transformed into a streak of azure light and flew into the blessed land of True Man Yuanhuo.

……

Everything went as Shen Xuan had predicted.

Even in a blessed land, nourished by spiritual energy.

At this time, Master Yuanhuo was withered and very old.

It truly looked like a lamp running out of oil, about to perish.

Even before getting close, Shen Xuan could sense Yuan Huo Zhenren's fire spiritual power swirling within him.

He couldn't even control his own spiritual energy.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanbing, please have a seat."

An aged voice reached my ears.

Looking at the increasingly frail Yuan Huo Zhenren before him, Shen Xuan felt a mix of emotions.

This blessed land is the place with the richest spiritual energy in the Fire Cloud Sect.

However, Shen Xuan could not sense anything extraordinary about it.

On the contrary, like Yuan Huo Zhenren, he showed signs of decline and dissipation.

"Did you see it?"

Master Yuanhuo sat there, panting heavily, his body hunched over, his spirit and energy waning.

Shen Xuan surveyed the blessed land.

Only Master Yuanhuo remains here.

"Brother Yuanhuo, what are your plans?"

"Plans? Cough, what are you planning for, a dying man?"

Master Yuanhuo coughed as he spoke.

"I am 437 years old this year. I have lived in the Fire Cloud Sect since I was born. I come from the Zhou family of Cangling. All my ancestors were disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect."

"I have even surpassed the ancestors of the Zhou family, achieved the Golden Core stage, and become the Grand Elder of the Fire Cloud Sect. I have tried my best, but fate is hard to defy."

"The Fire Cloud Sect's current predicament is not due to human error, but to natural disaster. Fellow Daoist Xuanbing, as you can see now, the Fire Cloud Sect's main spiritual vein is already drying up."

"With the decline in the grade of the spiritual veins, the survival of tens of thousands of disciples in the Fire Cloud Sect is in jeopardy. I have no other choice but to do this."

Shen Xuan then realized what was going on.

Why did Master Huoyun rush to condense his Nascent Soul?

While the main spiritual vein still possesses spiritual power, let's fight desperately.

Otherwise, the main spiritual vein's spiritual power will be depleted, and one will only be able to wait for death, with no chance of turning things around.

"Have you secured the support of the five clans of Yan?"

"How could we not try? These scumbags who eat people without spitting out the bones are high and mighty. Why would they support us in saving ourselves? They'd rather the Fire Cloud Sect fall so their disciples can switch allegiance."

"Oh, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Shen Xuan sighed.

Actually, this cannot be entirely blamed on the five major sects of Yan.

The chances of Yuan Huo Zhenren successfully condensing his Nascent Soul were already slim.

Nobody is willing to invest.

Moreover, if Yuan Huo Zhenren successfully condenses his Nascent Soul, the five major sects of Yan Kingdom will be the first to be threatened.

If they do not wage war against other countries, the five major sects of Yan Kingdom will have to cede one of their own fourth-order spiritual veins to serve as the Daoist temple of Yuan Huo Zhenren.

Five Nascent Soul sects are enough for the entire Yan Kingdom.

They don't want to add another skilled player.

Demon Lord Mingyu was not wrong.

The Dark Star Alliance's plan to destroy the Fire Cloud Sect was tacitly approved by the five major sects of the Yan Kingdom.

"It's all over now. After I die, almost all of the Fire Cloud Sect's three Golden Core cultivators, seven True Core cultivators, and thirteen False Core cultivators will be wiped out."

Thinking of this, Master Yuanhuo felt a pang of sorrow and tears streamed down his face.

This really startled Shen Xuan.

As a Golden Core cultivator, one should not show joy or anger on one's face, and should be free from fear and injury.

Even Master Huoyun was so heartbroken that he shed tears.

His faith in Tao was essentially shattered.

"Brother Yuanhuo, you didn't leave any backup plan?"

Shen Xuan asked.

“There are some backup plans, of course. But what good are they! Junior Brother Ming Shen has taken some elite disciples and the sect’s legacy overseas to find another place to live and continue the Fire Cloud Sect’s lineage.”

"If we happen to meet again, Fellow Daoist Xuanbing, I hope you will do me a favor out of consideration for me."

Yuan Huo Zhenren's thoughts began to become chaotic.

He rambled on and on to Shen Xuan, his words incoherent.

At first, he was recounting the various contributions he had made to the Fire Cloud Sect.

What followed became his glorious history of struggle within the Fire Cloud Sect.

In the end, the conversation went further and further astray.

They talked about a female cultivator they had feelings for when they were young, and the ambiguous relationship they had.

Surprisingly, Mingyu, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, was among them.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanbing, you don't know. Back then, Saintess Mingyu and her several junior sisters were staying at our Fire Cloud Sect. All the direct disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect were captivated by Saintess Mingyu; she was truly beautiful..."

(End of this chapter)