I became an immortal on earth.

Is the Sword Saint looking forward to me?

Fang Wang was secretly surprised. He hesitated whether to confront her directly, but then he remembered Zhou Xue's words. Zhou Xue had told him to hide his identity; there must be a reason. 💙♞ 6➈𝔰𝐡𝕌乂.co爪🐙☟

On the way, the man in yellow kept talking. At first, Fang Wang thought the man was intentionally giving him pointers, but later he realized that the man was just complaining.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Led by the man in yellow, Fang Wang arrived at a pavilion by the lake. The lake area in front of the pavilion was covered with dense lotus flowers, and the misty water made it appear and disappear, creating an even more fairyland atmosphere.

"This lake area has a natural celestial vein, buried deep underground. It was brought to the surface by the Sword Saint using a sword formation. You can cultivate your spirit here and stay as long as you want."

After saying these words, the man in yellow turned and left.

Fang Wang bowed to him, then walked onto the wooden platform by the lake. The platform in front of the pavilion was simple, with a broken bridge directly in front of it, resembling a sword piercing into the lotus lake area.

Fang Wang did not enter the pavilion, but instead walked onto the wooden bridge to admire the beautiful scenery before him.

A thick fog blankets the area, creating a hazy, beautiful scene that cannot obscure the majestic silhouette of the mountains on the opposite shore. Lotus blossoms sway gently in the lake breeze, and occasionally a red fish leaps out of the water, as if trying to break free from its fate and transform into a dragon.

Xiao Zi crawled out of Fang Wang's arms and climbed towards the pavilion behind. Fang Wang did not stop her, but instead sat down to meditate.

He had already used his divine sense to explore the pavilion behind him. There was no one inside, nor any rats or insects. There was no one in sight for miles around. He was far away from the Sword Saint's sword servants, so it was quiet and undisturbed here.

Admiring the scenery of Jian Tianze, Fang Wang suddenly fell in love with this place. There were no rules or fights here, making it a truly good place for cultivation. Perhaps this is why so many sword cultivators are willing to become sword servants.

Half an hour later, Fang Wang closed his eyes and began practicing his martial arts.

To create a spirit, he first needs to sense the Heavenly Dao spiritual vein at the bottom of the lake.

As he closed his eyes, the sun set and the moon rose, and day after day passed. The thick fog on the lake surged rapidly, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky churned violently, as if the world had been put on an accelerator.

……

In the blink of an eye.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

One afternoon, Little Purple was sunbathing on a lotus flower when it suddenly sensed something. It looked up sharply and saw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surging towards it, forming a visible whirlwind that surrounded it.

"Are you really going to create a spirit?"

Little Purple was secretly alarmed. It had previously thought that Fang Wang was fooling Gu Tianxiong, after all, Fang Wang already possessed two natal spirit treasures.

did not expect……

Three Life Treasures...

Xiao Zi thought of a legend she had seen in the Great Sage Cave Heaven, and hope appeared in her eyes.

After a month, Fang Wang finally sensed the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Vein. His Treasure Spirit Space began to tremble, and he finally found the feeling of shaping spirits.

He's about to create a spirit!

Strands of Xuan Yang True Fire overflowed from his body, swirling around him and surging towards the top of his head, where they coalesced.

the other side.

Dozens of miles away by the lake, Gu Tianxiong and several sword cultivators followed a boy along the corridor, one of whom was none other than Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu covered his eyes with a black cloth and walked at the very back of the group.

Gu Tianxiong, as always, was enthusiastic and chatted happily with the sword cultivators who accompanied him.

Fang Hanyu admired the scenery of the lake beside him in silence.

As you turn the corner of the corridor, a woman's voice comes from ahead: "Brother Song, it's time to come out and practice your sword. How long are you going to stay so listless? Although the Sword Saint hasn't said anything, the fact that he hasn't summoned you shows that he's very dissatisfied with you."

Gu Tianxiong and the others shut up and turned to look. They saw a woman in plain clothes standing in front of the house. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and she had two swords at her waist. She looked very heroic. At this moment, she was standing in front of the door with her brows furrowed.

Seeing Gu Tianxiong and the others approaching, she took two steps forward to make way for them.

The boy nodded slightly to her, then brushed past her.

As the group walked past the door, they heard mocking voices coming from inside the room: "Practicing swordsmanship? What's the use? So-called sword comprehension and sword heart are nothing compared to the treasure spirit grade. Heaven has already set the rules for us..."

Song Jinyuan!

The Sword Saint's sole disciple!

Hearing his words, the group remained silent and continued forward.

After walking for over a hundred steps, a sword cultivator sighed, "Back then, Song Jinyuan returned to the Great Qi with the Sword Saint, sweeping aside disciples of the same realm from the nine major sects with his sword. How spirited he was! Now, however, he has fallen... Alas!"

Another sword cultivator chimed in, "There's no way around it, it's the Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit. Lu Yuanjun was able to become famous throughout the Great Qi cultivation world with just a mid-grade Earthly Yuan Treasure Spirit, and he could even fight across realms. Compared to that, it's unimaginable how strong the Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit is."

Other sword cultivators echoed their sentiments, noting that the Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit had spread throughout the Great Qi cultivation world, and in the past two years, Fang Wang's name had reached a level that cultivators found resounding.

Fang Hanyu walked behind, already used to it. Especially in the past month, the story of Fang Wang defeating thirteen top geniuses of the world with one move had spread like wildfire. The stories of those geniuses' rise to fame were also dug up again. The more people learned about the power and legend of those geniuses, the more they could feel Fang Wang's incredible abilities.

Not only that, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique also spread. Ten years ago, the secret realm of the Jihao Sect appeared in the world. Various sects fought tooth and nail for the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique and the true skill of the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body. In the end, they could only jointly excavate the Great Sage Cave Heaven. Unexpectedly, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique had already been obtained by someone, and it was obtained by the peerless genius of Tianyuan Baoling. Some people said that this was the divine skill choosing its inheritor.

Although cultivators defy the heavens and pursue immortality, the longer they cultivate, the more they believe in fate.

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

Fang Hanyu listened to Fang Wang's legends without feeling proud. He was filled with boundless fighting spirit, determined to catch up with Fang Wang and fight alongside him.

Gu Tianxiong started boasting again about how close his daughter was to Fang Wang, but of course, the other sword cultivators didn't believe him at all.

After walking for a while, the boy finally stopped in front of a door, turned around and bowed to the door.

"Sword Saint, these people have passed the first test."

The boy whispered that Jian Tianze's sword servants all addressed the Sword Saint by his name, supposedly at the Sword Saint's behest.

bang——

The door suddenly opened, and a strong wind howled out, causing the boy's robes to be pulled wildly backward, startling the sword cultivators who all bowed in respect.

Gu Tianxiong bent over and looked up. He saw a figure in white step out of the house. He was surrounded by countless tiny sword shadows. With each step he took, he left a shadow behind him, as if his soul had left his body. Gu Tianxiong stared in disbelief.

Sword Saint!

His head was full of white hair, which was coiled under a white jade crown. His face was rosy and full of energy. In particular, his eyes were bright and piercing, as if two little people were wielding swords in his pupils, with sword light overflowing.

"Take them to the Sword-Nourishing Pool to receive baptism."

After uttering these words, the Sword Saint transformed into a gust of wind and vanished into the thick fog on the lake in the blink of an eye. The sword cultivators turned to look, but could only see afterimages of the Sword Saint left on the lake surface, which were formed from sword energy.

"Is this the Sword Saint? I wonder what realm he is at?" Fang Hanyu thought to himself, secretly shocked.

Even within the Taiyuan Sect, he had never encountered such a master.

Even the sect leader, Guang Qiuxian, felt that he might not be able to compare to the Sword Saint.

"Please follow me, everyone."

The boy spoke, then continued walking forward. The sword cultivators secretly regretted that they were not yet able to meet the Sword Saint directly.

……

On the wooden bridge over the lake, Fang Wang sat cross-legged, his body suspended in mid-air. He was afraid of igniting the wooden bridge, so he made himself float.

Having mastered the fighting spirit, he can transform his body into a magical weapon and then use sword control techniques to soar into the air. Such methods are very easy for him.

The surging Xuan Yang True Fire condensed above his head, forming a fireball. Waves of heat spread from time to time, shaking the pavilion and dispersing the mist on the lake.

Xiao Zi stared intently at Fang Wang, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Unaware that someone was approaching from the far end of the lake behind it, a figure slowly emerged from the thick fog—it was the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint arrived, his sword aura vanished, and his entire being was ethereal, one with nature. His gaze was fixed on Fang Wang, his white brows furrowed.

"This fire seems familiar..."

The Sword Saint pondered silently for a few breaths, and his pupils involuntarily dilated.

"Could it be the Profound Yang True Fire? No, how could someone with his cultivation level have been to such a forbidden area..."

The Sword Saint's gaze was fixed on Fang Wang, and looking at the treasure spirit above Fang Wang's head, his eyes revealed anticipation.

At this moment, Fang Wang's consciousness was introspecting the Treasure Spirit Space.

The third natal spirit treasure is being formed!

Fang Wang had already conceived of a third natal spirit treasure. He didn't want to create any more long or short weapons; he wanted to create a support-type natal spirit treasure.

Ideally, it should be a natal spirit with sealing power; Fang Wang always leaned towards sealing in his idea.

To his disappointment, he failed. Perhaps it was because his mastery of sealing techniques was not deep enough. Although creating a natal spirit relies on imagination, it must also be based on one's own knowledge. One cannot imagine a power that has not been encountered before. Moreover, the Soul Binding Curse is not a pure sealing technique.

Since we can't create a sealing-type spirit for the time being, let's try another one.

He had no choice but to create his fourth natal spirit treasure ahead of schedule.

He wanted to create a folding fan!

A folding fan with terrifying wind power, just like the banana leaf fan in Journey to the West. Of course, it's impossible for him to create the banana leaf fan now.

This wind force is not only directed at objects in the world, but also at spirits; he wants this folding fan to have the power to destroy ghosts and capture souls!

He had this idea for Lu Yuanjun, and also for Qingchan Valley, to use the fan to drive away the poisonous fog and destroy everything in its path.

The Xuan Yang True Fire inherently possesses the ability to suppress souls, so his idea is feasible.

Gradually, the fireball above his head began to change, eventually condensing into a folding fan.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly towards his head, forming a strong wind that blew in from all directions with tremendous force.

Rolling thunderclouds came from the horizon, surging towards Jian Tianze, gradually plunging the world into darkness.