I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 96 New Officials and Old Debts, The Great Waves Sifting Through the Sands

"Who?! What kind of scoundrel is playing tricks here?!"

Wang Lingxiao suddenly looked up and let out a loud shout.

That yawn was so lazy, yet it carried an undercurrent of contempt that it made the arrogant disciple's face burn with embarrassment.

Above the clouds, no one answered; only the sound of recitation fell: "Rotten wood cannot be carved into beams; a frog in a well dares to laugh at the vastness of the sea and sky."

"Borrowing a tiger's skin to ignite a real fire, who knows who will be the short-lived one?"

Wang Lingxiao gripped his flying sword tightly, trembling with rage.

They called him a piece of rotten wood, mocking him as a frog in a well.

It also implies that he was using the sect's reputation as a shield, but in reality, he was a short-lived ghost who died young!

"You bastard! Come out here!!"

Wang Lingxiao's eyes were bloodshot, and his sword flashed wildly.

But that sound...

A strangely familiar feeling welled up inside him.

That lazy, nonchalant tone of voice, always carrying a hint of irritation...

He felt like he'd heard that name somewhere before.

And I've heard it for many years, and every time I hear it, I feel like tearing that mouth apart.

The name, now a taboo in the Imperial Sword Sect, was stuck in his throat, impossible to utter.

Just as Wang Lingxiao was filled with doubt and surprise.

Inside Tonghuifang below, a buzz of excitement filled the air.

The disciples moved in perfect unison, bowing deeply towards the clouds: "Disciples pay respects to Supreme Elder Xing Ting—!"

Xing Ting?

The Taoist name, once heard, was like a resounding bell, causing Wang Lingxiao's heart to skip a beat.

In the spiritual practice community, the titles "Superior Person" and "Elder" usually signify one thing when accompanied by a unique two-character Taoist name.

The great path has been completed.

Foundation building!

Only by establishing a solid foundation and undergoing major repairs can one be qualified to announce one's name to Heaven and Earth.

"Guanhua Gate...where did this Xing Ting come from?"

Wang Lingxiao's Adam's apple bobbed.

The sea of ​​clouds split open.

"Aww!!!"

The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens, its majestic power suppressing all surrounding noise.

The dark clouds were violently torn apart.

A single-horned dragon, its body wreathed in purple lightning and tens of feet long, emerged from the clouds with its majestic head protruding.

"Thunder... Thunder Dragon?!"

The members of the Imperial Sword Sect behind Wang Lingxiao had never seen such a scene before.

One by one, their legs went weak, and the magical artifacts they usually handled with ease were now teetering on the verge of collapse.

Several weak-willed individuals rolled their eyes back and plummeted from mid-air with a few "thumps," crashing onto the market's protective array like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Wang Lingxiao didn't move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he was afraid to move.

Lei Jiao's pupils were indifferent and cold; with just his aura, he froze the spiritual energy within his body.

Atop the head of the purple lightning behemoth, between its dragon horns, sat a person.

Dressed in blue, with her hair tied up, she held no weapon, only casually holding half a blade of grass.

Get up and stretch.

The man strolled leisurely along the dragon's spine until he reached the edge of the dragon's head.

He lowered his eyes and smiled at Wang Lingxiao, whose face was deathly pale: "What's wrong? Have you forgotten something after all these years?"

"Can't you recognize this piece of rotten wood?"

Wang Lingxiao slowly and laboriously raised his neck.

His gaze fell upon a familiar face, a face that had kept him awake at night, a face filled with both jealousy and helplessness.

My mind went completely blank.

Logic collapsed, and common sense shattered into dust.

His mouth dropped open: "Xu...Xu Sixing?!"

How is that possible?!

He's clearly dead!

Several years ago, Elders Langche and Zhuxuan personally confirmed the news of his death!

No trace of the body remains!

Even their souls vanished into the heavens and earth!

Within the Imperial Sword Sect, who doesn't know that sword genius was defeated outside because of a laughable lack of backbone?

Wang Lingxiao drank heavily for three days, relieved that he had finally made it through and that the mountain above his head had finally collapsed.

just now.

The mountain has not only returned, but has also transformed into a towering, majestic peak!

They were standing alive right in front of him!

"You...are you a human or a ghost?!"

Wang Lingxiao subconsciously took half a step back.

Xu Sixing chuckled and spat out the grass stem from his mouth.

"Does it matter whether I'm human or ghost?"

"The important thing is... I'm stronger than you now, and I'm living a better life than you."

His gaze swept over the natal flying sword in Wang Lingxiao's hand, which shone with an ethereal light, and a trace of disappointment arose in his heart.

Inside the gate back then.

Although they belonged to different factions and had disagreements, Xu Sixing would occasionally think highly of this kid.

At least, Wang Lingxiao's sword was straight.

"Wang Lingxiao, look at yourself now."

"You live a life of luxury, surrounded by attendants, but I see your sword... has gone limp."

"You can't even protect your sword heart, all you do is bully a bunch of Qi Refining stage juniors, do you even deserve to mention the words 'Sword Control'?"

Wang Lingxiao's face turned pale and then red, and he wanted to refute, but he was speechless.

An unprecedented sense of frustration overwhelmed him.

original.

Even though Xu Sixing "died" once.

After so much hard work, I became the first true disciple and even touched the threshold of Foundation Establishment.

In front of this person.

He is still nothing.

"What... happened to you?"

Wang Lingxiao asked the question that had been nagging at him with a bitter smile.

A dead man, in just a few years, rebuilt his foundation and achieved the domineering Foundation Establishment status of "Xing Ting".

Guanhua Gate... just what kind of den of dragons and tigers is it?!

Xu Sixing did not answer.

The mockery on his face gradually faded.

Standing firmly on the dragon's head, he looked down at his former fellow disciples.

"Out of consideration for Elder Langche's guidance."

"We've both received his guidance in swordsmanship, so I, Xu Sixing, acknowledge this mentorship."

"I will not kill you today."

"Take your sword..."

'

He raised his hand, pointed westward, and uttered only one word: "Get lost."

Having said that, Xu Sixing didn't even bother to look at him again, and with a flick of his sleeve, he called out, "Guards!"

Below, Zhang Lingyuan and the others perked up and responded in unison, "Disciples are here!"

"Capture all the remaining members of the Imperial Sword Sect! Kill them on the spot if they resist!"

"yes!"

The black-armored soldiers of the Slaughter Camp surged like a tide, instantly engulfing Ma Changyun and his men.

Mid-air.

Wang Lingxiao was distraught.

He ignored the cries for help from his fellow students.

He knew that his spirit was broken.

Xu Sixing's swordsmanship spirit is not dead, but Wang Lingxiao's "Dao" is severed here today.

"Well... well, Xu Sixing is quite something."

Wang Lingxiao's aura rapidly declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if his spine had been removed, and he aged ten years in an instant.

"Throw it far away."

Xu Sixing turned his head and instructed Zhang Lingyuan, "Don't dirty our land."

Zhang Lingyuan pursed her lips and waved for her two disciples to carry the person away.

"Boom!"

On the western horizon, crimson clouds blazed wildly.

The terrifying heat distorted the air.

A furious roar erupted before the person even arrived: "How dare you, you brat!!"

The newcomer was dressed in a bright red Bagua robe, short and stout, with a murderous look on his face, resembling an erupting volcano.

Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect, Master Yuanlian.

He was furious.

Wang Lingxiao, who was being groomed by the sect as the next elder, suddenly had his natal jade pendant shatter!

Unfortunately, Senior Brother Yu Zhang went into seclusion and refused to see anyone.

This unfortunate task has fallen to him again!

He hurried along the way, fearing that something might happen to Wang Lingxiao and he wouldn't be able to explain himself when he got back.

Upon arriving at the destination, they found Wang Lingxiao looking like a half-crippled person who had lost his parents.

Dao heart collapses!

This is worse than killing him!

"Who did this?! Was it that body-refining barbarian or that illusion-playing girl?! Come out here and face your death!"

Yuan Lian's beard and hair stood on end, and three crimson fireballs spun rapidly around his body.

"Yo."

A flippant voice rang out unhurriedly: "Elder Yuanlian, why are you so hot-tempered at midday? It's bad for your liver."

Ten zhang away, the young Taoist priest stood on the void.

A flash of purple light appeared, and a broadsword with dragon patterns leaped into his palm, crackling with electricity and emanating a chilling aura. But when he finally saw the face clearly...

Yuan Lian's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"you..

'

The reaction was even more intense than Wang Lingxiao's.

Because he knows more.

He knew exactly how Xu Sixing had been driven to his death, and he understood even more how Yu Zhang's precious grandson had gone mad.

"Xu Sixing?!"

A fake corpse that has shed its skin like a cicada?

Or does Guanhuamen truly possess the miraculous ability to bring the dead back to life?

Fear overwhelmed anger.

"Elder Yuanlian, it's been a long time."

Xu Sixing put one hand behind his back and smiled slightly: "Thanks to you, not only did I not die, but my cultivation level... seems to have accidentally caught up with yours."

The voice just fell.

"boom!"

The power of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator erupts without reservation.

A terrifying aura, a fusion of violent thunder and sharp sword intent.

He forcefully pushed back Yuan Lian's spiritual pressure!

"Mid-stage Foundation Establishment?!"

Yuan Lian's face turned green.

It's only been a few years?!

I've been stuck at this level for decades, unable to make any progress, and I worry every day about being swept away by the next generation.

This kid died once, and came back to be on par with me?

Is there any reason?

Is there no law left?!

"The elder seems quite surprised?"

Xu Sixing turned his head away, his smile still on his lips, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

"That's true."

"In your eyes, your disciple should be a dead man."

"Or become a stepping stone like Wen Xianyun."

He stretched out his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

"Buzz"

The natal magic sword, [Zhenlin], emitted a purple glow and resonated with a dragon's roar.

"pity...

'

Xu Sixing's fighting spirit was boiling.

Just now.

A grand will descended upon his mind, leaving no room for doubt.

Sacred Furnace Decree!

Simple and straightforward, just a few words:

【beat!】

[Show your might! Let the Imperial Sword Sect know that their creditors are at their doorstep!]

Since an adult has endorsed it.

Xu Sixing's last remaining concerns vanished completely.

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with the madness he had suppressed for years: "Unfortunately, my disciple is tough and crawled back from the clutches of the King of Hell."

"Elder Yuanlian, I remember you were very skilled at refining people with your [Refining Yang Crimson Crow Burning Dao Furnace]?"

"Today, let your disciple weigh your furnace and see if it's strong enough!"

"Sword, come!"

Without further ado, let's unleash our ultimate move.

Xu Sixing transformed into a dazzling lightning sword rainbow, instantly traversing a hundred feet and slashing down!

"madman!!"

Yuan Lian was terrified by the overwhelming killing intent.

He came to save people, not to risk his life!

Three fireballs formed a dense net of fire in front of him, and he retreated rapidly, turning around and running towards the sect.

Are you kidding me?

Both are in the mid-stage, and sword cultivators are naturally the best at offensive combat.

not running?

Are we just waiting to die?

"run?"

Xu Sixing laughed loudly: "Before, you were the ones chasing me like dogs!"

"Let's switch places today!"

His body moved like a dragon, with purple lightning coiling around him, and he relentlessly clung to Yuan Lian's back.

then.

A truly comical scene unfolded in the sky above Qinglu Mountain.

A renowned elder of the Imperial Sword Sect was running away in front of them, his head in his hands.

A young Taoist priest followed behind, wielding his sword and relentlessly pursuing them like herding ducks.

We left the Qinglu Mountain area.

Yuan Lian was overjoyed: "Out of this hellhole! The Great Void! As long as I enter the Great Void, I will..."

'

"Sizzle!"

He couldn't wait to tear open the void and plunge in.

The Great Void is a realm where divine consciousness and the foundation of the Dao compete!

"Now that we're on my home turf, just wait and see..."

'

The harsh words weren't finished yet.

When Yuan Lian turned around and saw the scene, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

In the vast emptiness.

Xu Sixing no longer chased after him on his sword.

He stood with his hands behind his back atop the head of a thunderous dragon that was a hundred feet long.

Behind.

Countless silver-armored celestial generals, arrayed in formation, exuded murderous intent and swept across the land.

"What the hell is this Dao Foundation?!"

Yuan Lian was devastated.

He was suppressed by Yu Zhang, scolded by Lang Che, and pressured by Zhu Xuan at the Imperial Sword Sect.

Now even a junior can hog him?!

Deceiving too much!

"Do you really think I'm made of clay?!"

Yuan Lian's face contorted in a ferocious expression; he stopped running.

With hands forming a mudra, a crimson three-legged furnace rises from behind.

【Refining Yang Crimson Crow Burning Dao Furnace】.

"Xu Sixing! Today I will refine you!!"

In response, Xu Sixing waved his hand indifferently: "Heavenly soldiers, obey my command."

"cut!"

A silver torrent engulfed that pitiful red light.

After a while.

"!"

A loud bang.

Yuan Lian was sent flying backward from the void and crashed heavily to the ground.

He was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered.

Several transparent holes were punched in the Dao Foundation Furnace behind it, and the primordial essence was gushing out.

The worst part is...

A chilling sword intent still lingered on his body, an old wound left by Lang Che's humiliation of him years ago.

Now, triggered by Xu Sixing, both old and new grudges are being settled together.

"Cough cough..."

""

Yuan Lian struggled to get up, but could only crawl on the ground.

At the crack in the void.

Xu Sixing walked out slowly.

Dressed in a spotless Taoist robe, carrying a long sword, he appeared as if an immortal had descended to earth.

He stood high in the sky, his sword tip pointing at Yuan Lian.

"Yuan Lian, I'll spare your life. Go back and give me a message."

"Tell that old dog Yu Zhang."

"Let him wash his neck and wait."

My heart says, "I am Xu Sixing..."

'

"I'm back!"

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