Honghuang Taihuang

Chapter 24 Pureblood and Mixed Blood, Young Master Bai Yi

Before the middle-aged man from the White Tiger Clan could react, he was blasted away by Shenxiao, who had transformed into scarlet lightning. His left hand, which was holding the Wind Soul Jade, was torn off by Shenxiao as he revealed his form.

The Taiyi Shenxiao Dutian Great Thunder Seal crashed down in an instant. The giant axe that the middle-aged man was using to block it suddenly dimmed. The terrifying power and violent killing intent made the middle-aged man of the White Tiger Clan turn pale, and a trace of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

With a single punch, Shenxiao sent the middle-aged man from the White Tiger Clan flying. He carefully held the still pure and flawless Wind Soul Jade in his palm, even though the man's left hand had been torn off.

Looking at Baoyu before him, Shenxiao's eyes were filled with pain. Scenes of his past interactions with Xiyuan flashed through his mind, and he let out an uncontrollable cry of grief.

"This is the consequence of not submitting to the benevolent teachings of my White Tiger Clan. That woman's cultivation foundation was not bad, but unfortunately, she chose to oppose my White Tiger Clan. I originally wanted to add her to my harem."

The pale-faced youth on the carriage lay back in the arms of a young girl behind him, his eyes half-open as he stared at Shenxiao, whose expression was filled with sorrow and anger. He let out a sneer: "What? You want to make an enemy of my White Tiger Clan for a woman who is already dead?"

Shenxiao looked at the pale-faced youth on the carriage, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable murderous intent. The five-colored lightning that surged around him was completely covered by the blood-red killing intent, and rolling baleful energy and malevolent aura erupted continuously from Shenxiao.

The dark and gloomy demonic energy slowly emanated from Shenxiao's body. At this moment, Shenxiao was almost possessed by demons. The condemnation and anger in his heart gave his inner demons the upper hand, and they were about to completely control Shenxiao's will.

"Since you helped me understand the Heavenly Sword Dao, I'll help you out of this tribulation."

A cold voice rang out beside Shenxiao. Shenxiao, whose eyes had turned dark red, looked at Taiwei who appeared beside him. Without saying a word, he blasted Taiwei with his right hand, which was wrapped in scarlet lightning.

However, before Shenxiao's fist could reach Taiwei, the dark blade had already torn through the crimson lightning that was constantly exploding around Shenxiao, and the cold blade mercilessly pierced through Shenxiao's chest.

Yin and Yang evolved into pure and turbid energies. All the violent scarlet lightning in Shenxiao's body was suppressed by the pure and turbid energies. In the Purple Mansion Ancestral Court, the surging inner demons and desires were wiped away by wisps of ethereal, immortal innate pure energy.

Shenxiao's dark red eyes slowly returned to normal. Looking at Taiwei, whose face was pale and whose mouth was oozing blood, Shenxiao's face showed a hint of regret.

"Fellow Daoist Taiwei, this..."

"Stop talking. We've known each other for a while now, and you even helped me understand the Heavenly Sword Dao. If I don't help you out, I won't be able to get past this hurdle myself."

Taiwei looked at Shenxiao, waved his hand, and the surrounding thunderous essence was drawn over by Taiwei. With a pinch of his five fingers, Taiwei refined the pure vitality contained in the thunderous essence into four Grade 3 Heavenly Thunder Creation Pills.

Taiwei swallowed one pill himself to heal his internal injuries, and gave the remaining three to Shenxiao. In order to wake him up, Taiwei had not held back at all with his sword strike just now. Shenxiao's internal organs had been injured, and these three Heavenly Thunder Creation Pills could help him recover from the internal organ damage.

"You really underestimated me. I didn't expect that besides that woman, you found another helper, a Golden Immortal cultivator who is proficient in alchemy. That's quite rare."

The pale-faced youth lying on the carriage looked on with surprise as Taiwei casually refined two pills radiating spiritual light.

Cultivators who specialize in alchemy are extremely rare in the prehistoric world. After all, alchemy encompasses everything, and the first step to cultivating alchemy is to comprehend the attributes of all the primordial energy and spiritual forces in the prehistoric world.

This single point alone is enough to deter 99% of cultivators. Furthermore, alchemy cultivators, preoccupied with gathering herbs, refining pills, and comprehending the profound principles of alchemy, simply have very little time to study supernatural powers and techniques.

Therefore, alchemy cultivators are generally weaker in combat than cultivators of the same level, which leads to few cultivators specializing in alchemy. However, a true alchemy master is indispensable to any force.

Just like Taiwei, if Taiwei were willing, and with ample natural resources, Taiwei could completely help millions of cultivators refine third and fourth-grade external pills.

With these external pills, regardless of the cultivators' original realm, they will possess combat power comparable to ordinary True Immortals under the influence of the external pills' power. Such ability is enough to make alchemy masters become honored guests of countless powerful forces.

"What's your name?"

The pale-faced youth slowly rose from the carriage, his lazy eyes revealing a sharp glint.

As one of the young masters of the White Tiger Clan, the pale-faced youth's cultivation level was a genuine peak Golden Immortal, surpassing that of the middle-aged man, Shenxiao, and Taiwei of the White Tiger Clan.

"Are you talking to me, you White Tiger Clan brat?"

Taiwei watched as Shenxiao's aura rapidly recovered, then turned to look at the young master of the White Tiger Clan, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The Longyuan Sword in Taiwei's hand emitted a resounding sword cry, shattering two invisible sword lights hidden in the void.

"The young master of the White Tiger Clan? Is your father Bai Ju or Tian Xu?"

Taiwei looked at the White Tiger Clan's young master, whose expression had changed slightly, and revealed a cold look on his face: "Judging from your aura, you are not a true pure-blooded White Tiger. You should just be a mixed-blood young master."

"You must be the offspring of that madman Tianxu. No wonder you're so flamboyant. But compared to Tianxu's straightforward madness, your methods are rather sinister. I actually quite like your personality."

"How dare you! Who do you think you are to speak ill of the first and second ancestors of my White Tiger clan!"

The pale-faced youth let out a sharp shout, and the sudden burst of energy from his body crushed the carriage beneath him, sending the two maids behind him flying. The powerful and fierce energy surged like a tide, and the young master of the White Tiger Clan stared coldly at Taiwei, who had a slight smile on his face.

"Why are you so angry? Do you really think that the so-called mixed-blood young master is also the young master of the White Tiger Clan?" Taiwei looked at the angry pale-faced youth and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"As far as I know, every pure-blooded young master of the White Tiger Clan is allowed to establish a private army of no more than 100,000, and they also possess the White Tiger Imperial Carriage, a symbol of their status as young masters of the White Tiger Clan. These mixed-blood young masters don't have any of that. Look at the small team of less than a hundred people behind you; you're probably the weakest among the mixed-blood young masters, aren't you?"

Hearing Taiwei's words, Bai Yi, the young man who called himself the young master of the White Tiger Clan, had a gloomy expression, and his aura fluctuated constantly, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

(End of this chapter)