Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Improving Spiritual Root Aptitude

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

While Wu Fan was using his earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a technique that allows one to escape through the earth), he also extended his divine sense to its maximum, detecting that the two black-clad cultivators who had been chasing him were now heading in the direction Zhao Fu had left.

"As expected, it was a pioneering token jointly issued by the four sects and Zhongtianxu City! It seems that the pioneering work of True Monarch Tianxu was probably just a pretext. Could his real purpose be more than just establishing a sect? Could he also be trying to eliminate other sects?"

Wu Fan felt a chill run down his spine upon thinking about this.

Although it is unknown why True Monarch Tianxu has such courage and confidence to wage war against several other established Nascent Soul sects, since he has done so, he must have a certain degree of certainty.

Since that's the case, I must return to the sect as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will be completely unaware of the situation in Chu and the changes in the sect. By then, it will be too late to take any action.

Thinking of this, a ruthless glint flashed in Wu Fan's eyes.

Now that the problem has been identified, we can destroy the pioneer token after reuniting with Zhaofu.

However, he should also deal with the two black-clad cultivators who had been chasing him, and it would also be a good opportunity to test the power of his new supernatural ability.

Immediately, Wu Fan turned around and headed towards the two men in black who were chasing Zhao Fu.

At the same time, the earthy yellow spiritual energy on his body slowly turned into dark green spiritual energy, and his aura became more and more similar to the surrounding trees. In the end, he almost completely merged into the mountains and forests and began to escape at low altitude.

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"Senior Brother Zeng, that kid's escape technique doesn't seem to be as fast as before. Is he playing some kind of trick?!"

Among the two black-clad cultivators who were chasing Zhao Fu, the one with an ordinary appearance and dark skin looked doubtful and spoke up.

"That person has been using earth and wood escape techniques, which consume a lot of mana and are difficult to maintain for a long time. Otherwise, even with the Spirit Locking Disc, we might not be able to keep up with him. The fact that he has abandoned his escape techniques and is running at full speed at this moment shows that he is at his limit and his mana is about to be exhausted. Let's speed up and catch up with him immediately."

The other black-clad cultivator was handsome, but his lips were extremely thin, which added a touch of coldness and ruthlessness to his face. He responded indifferently.

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned cultivator thought it made sense, so he and the thin-lipped cultivator increased their flying speed and gave chase.

In about 15 minutes, the two got closer and closer to Zhao Fu, and estimated that they would be able to stop him soon.

Of course, this was the result of Wu Fan giving Zhao Fu the order to use conventional escape techniques.

Otherwise, even if Zhao Fu were to ride the wind with all his might, and the two were to eventually catch up, it probably wouldn't be that simple.

Meanwhile, the two followed behind Zhao Fu, using their divine senses to probe, but they couldn't detect any figures or the aura of any cultivators. Ahead, there was only a white tiger carrying the black token, running continuously.

The two of them frowned at the same time, their faces showing a puzzled expression.

"Senior Brother Zeng, what's going on? We clearly detected with our divine sense that it was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator dressed in Falling Star Valley attire, how come it's a beast now?!"

The dark-skinned monk turned to look at the thin-lipped monk to the side and asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, the thin-lipped monk did not respond immediately, but instead fell into thought.

Suddenly, as if he had figured something out, he immediately used his spiritual power to create a blue shield around his body, and then a ten-foot-long whip appeared in his hand.

Then he turned to the dark-skinned monk beside him and shouted:

"Quickly defend! We've fallen into a trap!"

However, the thin-lipped cultivator had barely uttered these words when a four-colored handprint, about half the size of a person, rapidly pushed towards the two of them from afar.

Almost simultaneously, the two sensed the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations coming from behind them and began to retreat hastily to the sides.

But by then, is it too late?

The four-colored palm prints were only about ten feet away from the two of them.

The thin-lipped cultivator had already prepared a protective aura, but the dark-skinned cultivator didn't have time to make any effective defenses. He could only watch as the four-colored palm prints grew larger and larger in his eyes until a scream rang out.

Immediately following was a series of sounds of spiritual energy clashing against each other, the sound of trees around them shattering, the screams of the dark-skinned cultivator, and the sound of flesh being severed by sharp weapons.

A few breaths later, the thin-lipped cultivator, looking disheveled, spun around in mid-air a few times before finally stopping, coldly watching the figure not far away.

A young cultivator dressed in the yellow robes of the Falling Star Valley sect was looking at him with amusement.

This person was none other than Wu Fan.

After Wu Fan changed his identity from "Cicada" to "Wild Sparrow," he followed behind the two black-clad cultivators.

Because his spiritual sense was stronger than theirs, he could easily stay behind them.

Thus, taking advantage of the moment when the two were distracted, Wu Fan seized the opportunity and used his explosive steps several times in succession to get close to them as quickly as possible, and then used the Five Qi Seal to kill or seriously injure them.

Of course, before unleashing the Five Qi Seal, he also unleashed a divine sense attack called "Shocking God Thrust".

The instant the "Shocking Divine Thorn" pierced the dark-skinned cultivator's consciousness, the Five Qi Seal also struck his body. Immediately afterwards, Wu Fan used the Explosive Step again, wielding the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword to cut the dark-skinned cultivator in two.

This time, the man was definitely dead beyond any doubt.

In the blink of an eye, he killed a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator. Now, only this thin-lipped mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator remains on the field, making him much easier to deal with.

Wu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the man and asked in a calm tone:

"What secret technique did you use to track me here? Would you be so kind as to tell me?"

Seeing that the young cultivator from Falling Star Valley was not in a hurry to make a move, but instead asked him about the tracking technique, the thin-lipped cultivator secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This precisely shows that the person was not entirely confident of defeating him. In this way, whether he fought or fled, he had more room to maneuver and felt more confident.

Although the person in front of him had just killed his fellow disciple in one fell swoop, it was ultimately a sneak attack, and luck played a part.

If it were him, he could also succeed in a single strike if he wanted to launch a sneak attack.

Although the opponent's four-colored palm print technique was quite powerful, his own sect's secret techniques were no less powerful.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and the thin-lipped cultivator coldly addressed Wu Fan:

"If you want to know, then..."

The thin-lipped cultivator had just opened his mouth when he saw the young cultivator in front of him wielding a crimson spirit sword, thrusting it towards him at an extremely fast speed.

He instantly generated a blue spiritual energy shield, which blocked the sudden attack in front of him.

However, although the attack was blocked, its impact remained.

The thin-lipped cultivator was thrown backwards towards the forest below by the impact, crashing into two large trees to dissipate the force before finally coming to a complete stop.

But as soon as he stood still and looked up, Wu Fan had already summoned a large sword carved with a ghost head.

As soon as the Ghost Head Greatsword appeared, it instantly transformed into eight black skulls that struck the thin-lipped cultivator.

Upon seeing this, the thin-lipped cultivator was greatly alarmed and immediately shouted:

"Wait, you're from the Blood Fiend Sect? We..."

But at this moment, "the sword was already drawn," so there was no time for him to finish speaking. Seeing the black skull coming at him, he could only immediately use his true energy to create a huge stone wall to block it in front of him.

A moment later, the three black skulls at the front collided with the stone wall, and spiritual energy immediately spread out.

The stone wall was shattered into several pieces by the first three black skulls, who exhausted their spiritual power, while the remaining five continued to push towards the thin-lipped cultivator.

At this moment, the thin-lipped cultivator had already generated several blue light shields in front of him. Another loud bang was heard, and spiritual energy overflowed again. The five black skulls and the several blue light shields canceled each other out.

This immediately woke the thin-lipped cultivator up completely.

He had just been thinking of asking Wu Fan if he was from the Blood Fiend Sect, but now he thought about it again. If the other party was really a disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, he would have already revealed his identity when he and his junior brother had been chasing him for many days. Why would he have to wait until now to be discovered?

Moreover, if they were truly disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect, how could they so brazenly kill their junior brother knowing their identities?

This person must be from Falling Star Valley. In that case, today's battle is going to be quite tricky.

Wu Fan had no idea what the thin-lipped cultivator was thinking at that moment.

He had naturally heard the other person call out to him earlier, asking if he was from the Blood Fiend Sect.

It turns out that the people who intercepted them were cultivators from the Blood Fiend Sect, which is one of the six sects of the Yan Kingdom.

In that instant, Wu Fan understood everything.

It seems that the men in black in the valley of Bamian Mountain were all cultivators from the Six Sects. No wonder they could mobilize so many high-level cultivators. With the rebellion of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and Zhongtianxu City, it makes sense that such a large number of high-level cultivators could sneak into the territory of Chu Kingdom without being discovered by the Four Sects.

Despite the many thoughts flashing through his mind, his movements were anything but slow.

At this moment, he used his explosive step again, leaving a faint red afterimage as he rushed towards the left side of the thin-lipped cultivator.

Just as his opponent's divine sense locked onto him, Wu Fan suddenly changed direction again, rapidly circling and hovering around his opponent, secretly searching for his weakness.

The thin-lipped man kept turning around, his eyes darting around, his divine sense constantly trying to capture Wu Fan's figure.

Just as the opponent's divine sense could no longer keep up with Wu Fan, Wu Fan appeared behind him, wielding the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword and stabbing it into his back.

At this critical moment, the thin-lipped man suddenly turned around, swung his long whip, and with a "clang," directly cleaved through the thrust of the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword, his figure retreating rapidly.

Wu Fan would not give his opponent a chance to breathe. He immediately pressed his advantage and swung his ghost-head broadsword down again.

The thin-lipped man's expression hardened slightly, and he shifted his body to the side, barely avoiding the deadly attack.

Wu Fan's sword strikes were continuous, followed by several ruthless slashes.

The whip in the opponent's hand suddenly straightened like a spear, and instead of dodging or avoiding, it clashed head-on with the broadsword.

The sounds of metal clashing were incessant as the two engaged in several rounds of fierce combat in the blink of an eye.

Seizing the opportunity, Wu Fan swiftly withdrew and retreated. Then, he turned and used his left foot to step on the ancient tree behind him to gain leverage and deflect the force. The next moment, he once again activated the Ghost Head Greatsword, which emitted a dark red light and slashed fiercely at the thin-lipped cultivator with a heavy and powerful momentum.

The thin-lipped cultivator was slightly startled. He raised his long whip again to block horizontally, but was instantly sent flying backward by the immense force of the Ghost Head Greatsword's attack, crashing into a large tree behind him.

The tree fell down, obscuring the figure of the thin-lipped cultivator. The next moment, he reappeared, his long whip transforming into several that lashed out at Wu Fan.

Wu Fan narrowed his eyes, and instantly a red and blue dual-colored light shield appeared around his body, blocking the whips.

Then, he rapidly retreated, pushed off the ground with one foot, and strode forward. At the same time, the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword conjured three remnant souls of Crimson Flame Sparrows that rushed towards the thin-lipped cultivator.

Upon seeing this, the thin-lipped cultivator swiftly dodged while continuously wielding his long whip to intercept the attack.

Perhaps the remnant soul of the Crimson Flame Spirit Sparrow was too fast, or perhaps he didn't react in time.

The thin-lipped cultivator felt a burning sensation on his shoulder as a remnant soul of a Crimson Flame Spirit Sparrow flew past him, its wingtip brushing against his shoulder and instantly burning a patch of blackened skin.

His face immediately paled in shock. He dared not delay and immediately channeled his water-elemental true energy to the wound, suppressing the raging and exploding fire energy while hastily healing himself.

At the same time, his figure rapidly retreated into the air, and with a wave of his right hand, a huge silver bell appeared out of thin air and descended upon Wu Fan.

Wu Fan was wielding the Ghost Head Blade to slash at the thin-lipped cultivator when he saw this and his expression changed drastically. He immediately summoned the Spirit Suppressing Umbrella.

The umbrella emitted a blue light, forming a light shield to defend itself against the enormous silver bell.

The bells rang continuously, and the blue and silver lights formed circles of spiritual energy fluctuations in their confrontation, spreading outwards. The surrounding trees were constantly being snapped in half by the fluctuating spiritual energy.

Seeing the stalemate, the thin-lipped monk's face first froze slightly, then revealed a determined look.

After decisively distancing himself from Wu Fan by several feet, a light blue talisman was immediately injected into him. He then formed a hand seal, creating a huge circular water mirror above him.

The moment the water mirror appeared in the sky, countless water jets shot out from it.

However, when the water jet was halfway out, it suddenly turned into ice spikes containing bone-chilling cold.

Seeing this, Wu Fan dodged repeatedly, using his agile movements to evade the attack. Then, with a burst of speed, he directly escaped the direct range of the ice spikes.

However, those ice spikes had a tracking function. No matter where he hid, the ice spikes would change direction and continue to relentlessly pursue him.

Despite repeatedly breaking out of the direct firing range, it was all to no avail.

Wu Fan stopped dodging and instead pushed off with his feet and waved his hand. The Spirit-Suppressing Umbrella emitted a blue light, forming a light shield in front of him. He then charged straight at the thin-lipped cultivator.

At the same time, the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword, engulfed in raging flames, pierced straight towards the thin-lipped cultivator.

However, just as the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword was about to pierce his face...

He suddenly shouted and crouched down, causing a long ice spike to rise from the ground, forcing Wu Fan and the Crimson Flame Sparrow Spirit Sword to retreat.

Although Wu Fan was slightly startled by the sudden ice spikes, he immediately spun around in the air to dissipate the force and stabilize himself.

As soon as he regained his footing, a large amount of cold air suddenly emanated from his body, and his feet froze rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He immediately activated the "True Scripture of Departing Fire" with all his might, mobilizing pure yang fire to draw out the cold air.

However, the cold air spread extremely quickly. Before Wu Fan could even activate his fire element true essence to dispel it, he was frozen in place, his body fused together with the large swathe of ice spikes that the thin-lipped cultivator had just suddenly blasted at him.

At this moment, the thin-lipped cultivator naturally wouldn't let go of this excellent opportunity, and was about to swing his long whip to directly sever the opponent's head.