I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Wu Suqing's face was ashen, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His voice was icy as he said, "Yue Jianxin, are you going to wade into this mess too? Do you really intend to make an enemy of this old man for this ignorant brat?"

Yue Jianxin laughed loudly, causing the surrounding clouds to churn. "Young Shen is destined to be with me, inheriting the true essence of my swordsmanship. He is half my disciple. It is only natural for a master to stand up for his disciple."

His laughter abruptly stopped, and his gaze fell on Wu Xuntian, who was hiding behind Wu Suqing. He said sneer, "So, you old man Wu, aren't you also standing up for that good-for-nothing grand-disciple Qiang?"

When Wu Xuntian was swept by his gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He hurriedly shrank his neck and hid his head, wishing he could hide his whole body behind Wu Suqing.

Wu Suqing's face was ashen, his fingers trembling slightly. "Don't think that just because you've managed to break through to the second level of Foundation Establishment, you can be disrespectful to your elders. In my eyes, you're nothing more than an ignorant and arrogant junior!"

"Second stage of Foundation Establishment?!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The cultivators looked at each other, all of them showing expressions of horror.

They all knew that Yue Jianxin had only recently succeeded in establishing his foundation, and now he had broken through to the next realm. Such progress was simply unheard of.

Shen Yu was also shocked, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Yue Jianxin.

Before his trip, he had sparred with Yue Jianxin, who was then clearly still at the first level of Foundation Establishment. In a short period of time, he had broken through the barrier and reached the second level.

"Such a cultivation speed is truly unbelievable..."

Shen Yu thought to himself, but his tense mind relaxed.

With Yue Jianxin here, my life should be safe today. However, I've incurred a considerable favor again, and I secretly lament my predicament.

"Oh?" Yue Jianxin raised an eyebrow. "Old man, since you know my level, you still dare to speak so arrogantly? Do you really want to test the sharpness of the sword in my hand?"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right palm, and silver light flowed in his palm. Countless fine sword beams, like silver scales leaping on waves, shuttled and swam, and in an instant, they condensed into a sword pellet.

Although the sword pellet was small, it contained immense weight. The moment it appeared, it caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Even though they were several feet apart, the incomparably sharp sword intent was still like a north wind cutting into his face, forcing Shen Yu's skin to sting and forcing him to raise his hand to cover it.

Wu Suqing's face was ashen, his eyes fixed on the sword pellet, and he dared not move an inch.

Although he was confident that his cultivation was profound enough to suppress Yue Jianxin, if they were to truly fight to the death, he would be severely injured and would not be able to recover for at least three to five years. It would be a waste of his cultivation and a loss.

After a long stalemate, he finally let out a cold snort, suppressing his anger, and said, "Fine, today I'll give Yue Jianxin some face. As long as this brat bows and apologizes to Xun Tian, ​​this matter will be considered closed, and I will never mention it again."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu frowned, feeling extremely annoyed. He looked at Yue Jianxin, waiting for his reply.

Yue Jianxin scoffed, "Old man, have you gone mad from cultivating? Although I, Yue, do not concern myself with worldly affairs, my eyes are not blind! I have been watching the battle from the clouds for a long time, and I can clearly see right from wrong. I was already being magnanimous by not making that beast kowtow to that brat Shen, and you have the nerve to bite back?"

"In that case, this matter cannot be resolved amicably today!"

Wu Suqing was furious, and his tone suddenly turned stern.

Having served as the head of the Lu Jing Sect for many years, he had never been treated with such disrespect. He immediately ceased his restraint, his aura surged, and the extraordinary phenomenon of his Dao Seed erupted.

In an instant, the sky and earth changed color. The clear sky was shrouded in a gray, deathly aura. Countless giant gray hands covered with bristles and scales struggled out from the void, their claws ferocious, and deathly aura permeated the surrounding area.

Compared to the previous encounter with Shen Yu, this phenomenon was even more terrifying; just one glance was enough to send shivers down one's spine and chill one's entire body.

Seeing this, Yue Jianxin said no more. He flicked his finger, and the sword pellet in his palm, like a shooting star chasing the moon, left a long trail of light and pierced straight into the gray hand.

The gray hands surged in like a tide, layer upon layer, and in an instant swallowed the sword pellet.

Silver light burst forth, sword energy crisscrossed, and countless sword threads danced wildly like silver snakes. Wherever they passed, the gray hands crumbled and dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

Sword Pellet charged left and right through the sea of ​​gray hands, unstoppable. Wherever the silver light passed, a patch of gray hands would turn to dust.

However, the gray hands seemed endless, one after another, constantly emerging from the desolate world.

Finally, the silver light of the sword pellet dimmed, its energy waned, and it was struck by the combined force of several giant hands that pounced on it. With a buzzing sound, it vanished into nothingness.

Yue Jianxin clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "Your Dao Seed phenomenon is not bad either. This trip of mine has not been in vain."

His aura suddenly changed, his black hair danced wildly without wind, and he let out a clear shout.

In an instant, a dense forest of swords appeared out of thin air.

Thousands of illusory swords stood tall, some ancient and heavy like towering mountains, others light and graceful like flowing wind and swirling snow... Each sword exuded a unique sword intent, whether sharp, heavy, ethereal, or domineering.

Sword light intertwined, sword energy soared into the sky, actually forcibly expanding half of Wu Suqing's desolate dead zone, forming a situation of opposing forces.

Even though Yue Jianxin was trying to restrain himself, Shen Yu, protected by the sword forest, still felt as if he were being pierced by thousands of needles, with pain radiating from his flesh and bones.

"Wei Xu Dao Yuan Sword Realm! You actually cultivated to this realm!"

Wu Suqing gasped in shock, her face showing fear.

"Old bastard, now that you know your place, why don't you bow down and call me 'Grandpa'? If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life!"

Yue Jianxin stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, looking down at all living beings with disdain.

"What a sword fanatic!" Shen Yu was deeply moved, overwhelmed by this unparalleled beauty, and couldn't help but yearn for it.

At that moment, countless swords within the sword realm trembled simultaneously, their buzzing sounds converging into a torrent. In the next instant, endless sword energy surged forth like a celestial river pouring down, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long silver dragon that stretched across the heavens and earth.

The silver dragon soared and leaped, its scales and claws flashing, and wherever it passed, the gray hands, cracked earth, and deathly aura in the desolate world were all crushed and annihilated.

"puff--!"

Wu Suqing was in perfect harmony with Wu Suqing, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with fury.

He roared and made a strange hand seal, causing the already cracked earth to split open with a bottomless crevice.

From within the dark rift, a giant hand covered in gray, dead skin suddenly emerged, followed by a blood-red giant tens of feet tall struggling to crawl out!

This demon has only one huge, blood-red eye, but it has hundreds of gray arms growing on its side. Each arm is wrapped in a bone-chilling, soul-destroying aura of death, as if touching it would mean certain death and being corroded.

The crimson troll, with its single eye, gazed at the silver dragon emanating from the sword energy. Hundreds of gray arms swung down in unison, like a mountain collapsing.

The silver dragon cried out in sorrow, as this blow shattered half of its body, and the silvery sword energy scattered in all directions.

Yue Jianxin frowned slightly, pointed his sword, and the remaining silver dragon roared and surged forward again.

In an instant, the Sword Dragon and the Blood Demon were locked in a fierce battle, their sword energy and death energy clashing and colliding, creating a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, and dimmed the sun and moon.

After an unknown amount of time, a sharp shout suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

"That's enough!"

All the strange phenomena in the field vanished without a trace with this shout. The sky was clear and blue, the earth was solid and intact, and the sword-qi silver dragon and the blood-red giant demon all collapsed.

Wu Suqing immediately stopped what he was doing and bowed deeply to the clouds.

Yue Jianxin snorted coldly, seemingly not yet satisfied, and reluctantly bowed.

"Lord Sect Master."

The two spoke at the same time.

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