Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

On the Biyue Palace Square.

Armored in black and wielding a halberd, his attacks were like a whirlwind sweeping away leaves, driving the Qi Refining cultivator, whose frost-like body could barely maintain its movements, into a desperate situation.

On the edge of the square, Deng Jian and Pei Yi, who had barely escaped with their lives, exchanged a glance and dared not take a step forward.

Having come this far, the two knew that with their meager abilities, they were no longer qualified to intervene.

If it were Li Bai here, his talisman skills might still be somewhat effective.

It's a pity that this kid's cultivation level is too low; he's still healing in his own cave.

At this point, their confidence in Yan Cheng was no longer as absolute as it had been before.

If the opponent is only a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, as long as it's not someone like Huang Tong who is a natural counter to corpse cultivators, the two would believe that Yan Cheng has a chance to win.

But the oppressive feeling that this thing in front of them gave everyone was completely at the Foundation Establishment level.

Has there ever been a precedent in the world of successfully reversing the natural order and establishing a foundation through Qi cultivation?

"Not necessarily."

The moment the thought crossed Yan Cheng's mind, the black halberd sliced ​​across just three inches above his head, almost severing half of his head.

While his "Frosty Body" was still cooling down, he relied entirely on his meticulously crafted "White Crane Seven Star Steps" to narrowly avoid every fatal blow from the palace guards.

Yan Cheng was perfectly clear that his opponent had completely reached the Foundation Establishment level in terms of both strength and speed.

The only thing missing is the lack of a foundation for immortality.

In this way, the combat strength of the Palace Guard is roughly equivalent to that of Wang Qing in the Corpse-Raising Institute.

As long as there is no immortal foundation, the huge numerical gap between the two sides can be made up for through sufficiently advanced techniques.

However, Yan Cheng possessed unwavering confidence in his magical abilities, surpassing any other corpse cultivator.

In the next instant, a fierce, bright purple flame burst forth, forcing the giant wielding the halberd to retreat two zhang away.

The Upper Yin Star Flame has the appearance of Yin fire, but also possesses the substance of Yang fire.

Even though the armor of the halberd guards was indestructible, it could not withstand the continuous burning of the fire, and they retreated instantly out of warrior's instinct.

As the cold iron halberd swept through the air with a strong gust of wind, the purple flames in the sky were instantly extinguished.

However, this also bought Yan Cheng time to retrieve the sword from his back.

The cold white longsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, as if it would pierce through the air at any moment.

Spirit Sword [Cloud Breaker]!

This sword is a masterpiece crafted by Lin Caifeng of the weapon-refining workshop over three months, and is entirely forged from cold gold.

What is gained in exchange for perseverance is unparalleled sharpness and coldness.

The sword trailed a long line of purple flames in the air.

As early as the beginning of the sword-making process, Yan Cheng had already planned to enhance the sword's edge with the Yin Star Flame, thereby maximizing the power of the spiritual sword in his hand.

There were few cultivators in the Hall of Longevity who were proficient in crafting. Whether it was Yu Caiyingbu or Lin Ting, they all directly used the flames in their hands to fight.

However, in Yan Cheng's view, the spiritual energy reserves of a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator were simply insufficient to support such consumption.

In comparison, using the spirit flame to enhance the power of the sword is a more cost-effective approach.

The purple flame sword light shot out swiftly, like a giant snake biting into the surface of the halberd!

The chill and flames instantly overwhelmed the black iron, causing the fierce and relentless attacks of the Palace Guards since their resurgence to slow down slightly.

Black iron is a spiritual object belonging to the category of cold energy, and naturally possesses the ability to resist cold.

However, when the chilling aura of the Yin Star Flame, far surpassing that of ordinary cold air, penetrates into the iron, the cold iron itself, being a purely cold substance, loses its ability to dissipate this chill!

Deng Jian, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded. After years of studying swordsmanship, he had never imagined that the "White Snake Spits Venom" move could be so powerful in Yan Cheng's hands. It made people exclaim in amazement and sigh that they could never achieve even one or two such moves in their entire lives.

Even the sword immortals of ancient times, when they were cultivating Qi, might not have been able to contend with Foundation Establishment cultivators...

"Senior Brother Yan has never drawn his sword in public before, yet his single strike is so astonishing!"

Pei Yi had almost no knowledge of swordsmanship, yet he couldn't understand why Yan Cheng's sword strike had amazed his fellow disciples so much; he simply keenly sensed the change in the situation.

However, after a moment, even she could notice that Yan Cheng's sword stance had changed.

As the cold white sword light flickered, Yan Cheng's figure gradually became ethereal and elusive.

Footsteps and swordplay blended into one, like tiny stars swirling around a giant, yet radiating unparalleled brilliance.

The chill spread with each slash, and those swords that did not hit the main body of the palace guard seemed to form a net to capture the giant.

Immediately afterwards, the two began to hear the sound of sword light clashing against the cold iron armor.

The guards' movements and reactions slowed down further under the chill, and they could no longer use their halberds alone to deal with Yan Cheng's attack!

The Eight-Leaf Floating Duckweed Sword Manual.

Yan Chengqing, who had forcibly mastered the sword manual to a minor level based on his status, knew very well that the vast majority of the sword manual was not prepared for Qi Refining cultivators.

Ancient methods often have similar problems. In the eyes of ancient cultivators, a Qi cultivator should stay at home and lay a solid foundation.

As for fighting? That's something to consider only after you've at least established your Immortal Foundation. What's a Qi Refining cultivator getting involved in?

Even the Qingping Sword Immortal of yesteryear only rose to fame after mastering the use of the "Qingping Broken Sword Chapter" after establishing his immortal foundation.

Yan Cheng didn't think of himself as some long-buried sword prodigy who could unleash swordsmanship at the Foundation Establishment level without reason.

While the situation seemed to have reversed on the surface, Yan Cheng knew that this was not the case.

"This sword cannot break its defense."

No matter what, Yan Cheng's spiritual power was ultimately only at the Qi Refining level, and the same was true for the spirit sword [Breaking Clouds].

The Palace Guards were capable of directly confronting Foundation Establishment Sword Masters. If their armor hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment level, they would have been easily chopped into pieces by the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal with a few casual sword strikes.

Where would there be any chance to swagger around like this!

With the "hidden" power of Taiyin held by Shangyin, Yan Cheng might be able to hold out against the palace guards for a short time thanks to his superb agility and swordsmanship.

However, his spiritual energy will eventually run out, while the other party may not necessarily feel tired.

"The only thing capable of breaking through this guy's defenses is probably a Foundation Establishment level magic sword."

"But...am I supposed to wield a broken sword and fight this bastard until I find its weakness?"

Yan Cheng understood the principles, but putting them into practice was a completely different story.

Just by holding this [Qingping] in his hand, his magical power would probably be completely drained, so how could he possibly fight against the palace guards?

"At most, I only have one chance to strike."

"That means I have to beat this guy into submission first, and then draw my magic sword to pierce its chest."

"Does he really think I'm some kind of immortal swordsman like Qingping who has already established his immortal foundation?!"