The Demon Lord of All Forms

Longevity Realm—this is Yun Weiyang's cultivation level. Ten months have passed, and Su Qinghe has completely figured out the correct cultivation methods for the Qi Refining Realm and the Longevity Realm. The Qi Refining Realm involves condensing spiritual energy, while the Longevity Realm involves using spiritual energy to refine the physical body. It is not complicated. Yun Weiyang is the one with the most solid foundation among Su Qinghe's many incarnations, and she has just advanced to the Longevity Realm.

Like Qi Refining Realm, cultivators in the Longevity Realm don't possess many extraordinary abilities; their physical bodies are simply much stronger than those of ordinary mortals.

The "Thousand Star Chart" specializes in cultivating star power. While it doesn't significantly enhance the physical body, it's still quite effective. Cultivators at the Longevity Realm are somewhat similar to the martial arts masters in Su Qinghe's previous life's novels.

With star power within her body, Yun Weiyang used it to propel herself forward, her toes touching a protruding rock, like a white bird weaving through the mountains and forests.

An hour later, Yun Weiyang stood atop Mount Qi.

The mountaintop was shrouded in clouds and mist, a vast expanse of white, with visibility less than ten steps. The sound of the wind came from the depths of the clouds and mist, a mournful wail, like someone crying. Yun Weiyang squinted, starlight swirling in her eyes, and she could vaguely see a radiant curtain of light.

This is a mountain-protecting formation. Although it is simple, it is still a formation. With Yun Weiyang's cultivation level of only Qi Refining Realm, she is not capable of seeing through it.

Yun Weiyang reached out and took a bell from her waist.

This bell is also one of Zhang Guangze's relics, the Soul-Startling Bell, a magical artifact. Although it is somewhat damaged, it is still usable.

Yun Weiyang held the bell and shook it gently.

Ding!

The crisp sound of bells echoed through the clouds and mist, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. The clouds and mist began to roll and surge, as if stirred by an invisible hand.

The ringing grew more frequent, and the surging of the clouds became more intense. Finally, after a muffled roar, the clouds parted to the sides, revealing a passage leading to the mountaintop.

At the end of the passage, a layer of pure white light curtain was flashing. Inside the light curtain, pure energy circulated, and thousands of fireflies floated and sank within it, like a flowing galaxy. The protective array of the Flying Immortal Sect was triggered by the sound of the Soul-Startling Bell.

Several figures emerged from the light screen.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man, burly with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He wore a blue Taoist robe and had a jade pendant hanging from his waist. Behind him were four or five young disciples, holding long swords and looking wary.

The middle-aged man spotted Yun Weiyang at a glance and paused for a moment.

The Realm of Longevity.

This level of cultivation is considered strong within the Flying Immortal Sect, but even a cultivator at the Longevity Realm shouldn't be able to break the Flying Immortal Sect's protective array.

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the bell in Yun Weiyang's hand, his pupils contracting slightly. The bell was entirely bronze-yellow, its surface engraved with dense runes. He couldn't discern the bell's grade, but he could sense that its aura far surpassed that of many magical artifacts he had ever seen, and it was vaguely comparable to the treasure of their Flying Immortal Sect.

"I am Zhou Heng, the eldest disciple of the Flying Immortal Sect." The middle-aged man clasped his hands in a respectful but firm manner: "May I ask which sect you belong to, and what brings you to my Flying Immortal Sect?"

Yun Weiyang put away the bell and hung it on her waist. She slowly straightened her sleeves before raising her head to look at Zhou Heng.

"Starry Sea, Clouds Unending." Clouds Unending's voice was soft and her tone calm: "I went on a trip with my master, but he had to go to the Yellow Heaven Sect on some urgent business. He asked me to wait here. I would like to rest here for a few days. Would you be so kind as to grant me this favor?"

Starry Sea.

Zhou Heng's pupils contracted again. Xingxiuhai, a top sect of the Outer Path, was located in Xingzhou, tens of thousands of miles away from Cangzhou. However, he had heard of Xingxiuhai. Xingxiuhai was one of the top forces in the cultivation world, one of the ten sects of the Outer Path, with countless disciples and powerful figures. Any one of them could crush a small sect like Feixianmen into dust.

Zhou Heng's gaze fell on Yun Weiyang, who only had the cultivation level of the Longevity Realm.

Are the disciples of Xingxiu Sea only at the Longevity Realm when they go out to travel?

Zhou Heng did not answer immediately, but turned to a disciple behind him and whispered a few words. The disciple nodded, turned around and ran back into the light screen.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, please wait a moment," Zhou Heng said with a smile. "I have already sent someone to inform the Sect Leader. Since you are a guest from afar, the Flying Immortal Sect should naturally extend the hospitality of a host."

Yun Weiyang nodded without saying anything more. She stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze passing over Zhou Heng's shoulder and looking at the clear white light screen, as if she were examining something.

A moment later, the disciple returned, followed by an old man.

The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face as if carved by a knife, a straight back, and cloudy but sharp eyes.

The old man was dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, so simple it was almost shabby, but his aura was as deep and profound as an abyss.

The Realm of the Dao Embryo.

Yun Weiyang silently memorized this information: the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect was at the Dao Embryo Realm, which matched the information Zhang Guangze remembered. The Flying Immortal Sect was indeed a small sect, which was very suitable for him.

The old man walked up to Yun Weiyang, his gaze lingered on Yun Weiyang for a moment, then fell on the bell and storage bag at his waist. His brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"I am the head of the Flying Immortal Sect, my Daoist name is Qingxuan." The old man's voice was somewhat hoarse, but full of vigor: "Young friend, you say you are a disciple of the Starry Sea?"

"That's right." Yun Weiyang took out a token from her sleeve and handed it over.

The token is palm-sized, jet black, and made of an unknown material. It is extremely heavy. The surface of the token is densely covered with restriction patterns, layer upon layer, making it dazzling to look at.

The sect leader of Qingxuan took it and looked at it over and over again, his brows furrowing more and more deeply.

He doesn't understand.

These restrictive patterns were far more complex than he had ever seen. He could sense spiritual energy flowing inside the token, but he couldn't understand the rules governing this energy.

This doesn't look like a ritual implement; it's more like a keepsake.

A token of loyalty for the disciples of Xingxiuhai.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader returned the token to Yun Weiyang, his gaze falling on him once again.

The Realm of Longevity.

A lowly cultivator in the Longevity Realm, dressed in a white robe embroidered with star patterns, carrying a token he couldn't understand, with a magic treasure-level bell hanging from his waist, and a storage bag, claimed to be a true disciple of the Starry Sea Sect, traveling with his master who had gone to the Yellow Heaven Sect.

Huang Tianjiao.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader's heart sank. The Yellow Heaven Sect was the most powerful sect within tens of thousands of miles, without exception. It was a truly great sect, far beyond what a small sect like the Flying Immortal Sect could compare to. If this kid's master really went to the Yellow Heaven Sect, then his master's cultivation level would definitely far exceed his imagination. He wondered if it was the Refining Spirit, Golden Core, or Dharma Form stage.

A master of such high cultivation level, accompanied by a disciple at the Longevity Realm, with the disciple possessing magical treasures, a storage bag, and an incomprehensible token—all of this makes sense. It's perfectly normal for a master to give a disciple from a major sect a few life-saving items when the disciple goes out to travel.

But what if it's fake?

Countless thoughts raced through the mind of the Qingxuan Sect Leader. He considered capturing the boy directly and seizing his treasures through soul-searching, but what if this boy really was a true disciple of the Xingxiu Sea? The Feixian Sect couldn't withstand the wrath of the Xingxiu Sea. What if this boy possessed even more powerful magic weapons? What if his master, who went to the Huangtian Sect, left some mark on him, or was simply following him in the shadows?

Qingxuan dared not gamble.

The Flying Immortal Sect is too weak, too weak to withstand any storm.