Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 107 The Official of Xihe, Lord Ye's Love of Dragons

At the summit of Mount Li, a purple aura lingered.

Purple mist rose gently from the thousand-foot-high platform, initially just wisps of smoke, but gradually condensed into the shape of a giant Ganoderma lucidum above the clouds.

The strange phenomenon lasted for ten days and ten nights.

The people at the foot of the mountain spread the news, some saying it was an auspicious omen, others saying it was a sign of the birth of an elixir of immortality.

The Qin army sealed off the area within dozens of miles of Mount Li, preventing anyone from approaching. Yet, countless eyes still gazed at the lingzhi-shaped purple cloud from afar, each harboring their own thoughts.

On the eleventh day, the purple aura finally began to dissipate.

On the thousand-foot-high platform, purple mist continuously spewed from the dragon-headed mouth of the bronze cauldron, with faint echoes of dragon roars and tiger howls reverberating within the mist.

boom!

The lid of the cauldron suddenly sprang up, and three golden rays shot into the sky from the mouth of the cauldron.

There were three golden pills, each the size of a longan, perfectly round, with a warm and mysterious golden radiance flowing across their surface.

Whoosh!

Xu Fu reacted swiftly, leaping into the air in a flash. Ignoring the scorching heat still lingering on the surface of the pills, he scooped all three golden pills into his palm.

On the other side of the platform, Cui Wenzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, slumped over.

His face paled visibly.

The backlash from the Zhou Tian Technique was more severe than he had imagined. All the cultivation he had gained in his life was nothing more than a sacrifice before this batch of pills.

"It's finally done."

Xu Fu opened his palm, looked down at the three golden pills radiating mysterious power in his palm, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The next moment, his expression suddenly turned rather ugly.

"This elixir of immortality..."

He figured out the properties of the elixir of immortality.

This is not some mysterious feeling, but rather the result of Fang Xiandao's years of accumulation and intuition.

This medicine truly contains the power to grant immortality; it is genuine and of the highest quality, and there is no deception among the young or old.

Those who consume it can enjoy a lifespan of thousands of years, even longer than that of Peng Zu.

However, it comes at a fatal price: the person who takes this medicine will have all their cultivation vanish the moment the medicine takes effect, and will become a complete mortal.

If this is true immortality, can it still be called immortality?

It has a lifespan of thousands of years, but has lost all the power to protect itself.

Unable to cultivate or cast spells, unable to fly or escape, and might not even be able to dodge an ordinary sword or knife.

Illness and war are enough to destroy this fragile path to immortality.

Xu Fu stroked his beard and slowly paced on the thousand-foot-high platform, his square eyes flashing with an uncertain light.

"Unless..." he muttered to himself, a sinister glint suddenly flashing in his eyes.

"Kill all the sorcerers in the world and completely sever the path of cultivation. At that time, there will be no more magic in the world, and no one who can threaten my physical body. I can then occupy a high position behind the scenes and secretly manipulate the world with the power of an emperor. It is not impossible for me to live a peaceful and long life."

He stopped and pondered the idea repeatedly.

There are three elixirs of immortality in total. If they have this kind of effect, then it is unlikely that he can keep them all for himself.

"Perhaps... we can use the method of human pills."

The three pills correspond to three different destinies.

One type is a destiny identical to one's own, serving as the primary position to carry one's own soul.

Then find an extremely yin destiny and an extremely yang destiny, one on the left and one on the right, so that yin and yang can complement each other.

First, disperse and seal your cultivation into three pills, and wait for the right opportunity to arrive, at which point your cultivation, along with your soul, can be transferred together.

At that time, the old body turns to dust, and a new body is born. This technique is called rebirth through borrowing a corpse.

"Before that, eliminate Fang Xiandao."

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.

The three types of fate are not difficult to find; with some time, they can be filtered out.

The real challenge is how to monopolize these three elixirs of immortality and how to ensure that no one else gets a share.

Thus, the seemingly unbreakable alliance of Fangxiandao quietly collapsed from within the moment the elixir of immortality was truly born.

Xu Fu suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, slowly turned around, and looked down the mountain from the edge of the thousand-foot-high platform.

Night had fallen, and in the pitch-black darkness, one could vaguely see a dense array of menacing soldiers.

The Qin army was in a formidable formation. Further away, tens of thousands of archers had already formed ranks, their powerful crossbows pointing diagonally at the mountain peaks, the cold glint of their arrowheads forming a continuous line.

With these archers firing thousands of arrows at once, even Xu Fu himself would have been riddled with bullets.

He withdrew his gaze, a plan suddenly forming in his mind.

"Got it."

Xu Fu put on a respectful expression, carefully placed the three elixirs of immortality into a gold-inlaid and jade-embroidered tray, held it with both hands, and walked down the thousand-foot-high platform step by step to request an audience with Ying Zheng, who was stationed at the foot of the mountain.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! The elixir of immortality is complete!"

Xu Fu knelt on the ground, raised the tray high, and presented the three pills.

Ying Zheng looked down and saw that the three pills were perfectly round, and a wonderfully fragrant aroma wafted from them.

Just one sniff made me feel like every pore on my body opened up, and all the fatigue of the past few days vanished.

He was quite satisfied, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

"My dear minister, you have rendered great service." Ying Zheng shifted his gaze from the golden elixir to Xu Fu, a smile in his eyes. "Here, take one first."

Since Xu Fu is so sensible, the lord doesn't mind sharing this longevity fruit with him.

This is also a way to test for poison.

Ying Zheng was an extremely cautious person, and he would never allow Xu Fu to refine a pill separately and then present it to him.

Each time he refined pills, he would send his trusted confidants to monitor the entire process, and then randomly select one pill from the many pills produced.

He would first have Xu Fu take the medicine in his presence, and only after confirming that Xu Fu was unharmed would he feel comfortable taking it himself.

Xu Fu remained expressionless and said:

"Your Majesty, this elixir is no ordinary pill; it requires the right timing and location, and should not be taken casually."

"The best time to take it is on the night of the full moon, when the essence of the moon can be used to dissolve the power of the pill. It is important to avoid being disturbed by outsiders and to find an absolutely quiet place."

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, then looked again at the moon-like luster flowing on the golden elixir.

"it is good."

Mid-month, on the night of the full moon.

Lishan Hot Spring Palace.

All was quiet, except for a gentle breeze that rustled through the pine forest outside the palace.

Inside the main hall of the alchemy room, the lights were bright, and rows of bronze immortal lamps for collecting dew were neatly arranged along the walls of the hall.

Ying Zheng, dressed in a black imperial robe and wearing a twelve-tassel crown, sat cross-legged on the main seat. His back was straight as a sword, his hands rested on his knees, and his gaze was calm as water.

Before the two lay an open jade box, inside which lay three elixirs of immortality.

"My dear minister," Ying Zheng smiled, pointing to the jade box, "Please!"

Xu Fu did not move.

He raised his head, and his usually humble and submissive face suddenly changed its expression.

He slowly stood up and walked towards Ying Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged.

Ying Zheng's expression changed drastically. He instinctively tried to get up, but found that his body was being held down by an invisible hand, and he couldn't lift even a finger.

"How dare you, Xu Fu!" His eyes widened, blazing with fury. "Do you think you can leave Mount Li unscathed by killing me?"

"Who said I was going to kill you?" Xu Fu's lips curled into a sinister smile. "After tomorrow, this body will still belong to Ying Zheng. However, the one residing in this body will be me."

The method of achieving immortality that Xu Fu practiced was called the art of seizing a body.

This technique involves using special elixirs to modify one's own soul over a long period of time, and then using secret methods to separate the soul from the original physical body and forcibly transfer it into another physical body.

Ying Zheng was powerful and influential, possessing a vast empire and controlling all the human and material resources of the world.

If he could obtain this physical body, he could legitimately borrow the power of the Qin Empire to gradually complete his plan for immortality.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng froze, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head in the dead of winter.

The obsession with immortality that had driven them to such an extreme for decades vanished completely in that instant.

That's right, Xu Fu wouldn't kill him. But he would take away his physical body, and everything he had as Ying Zheng.

Becoming a hegemon who unifies the world does not mean you know everything.

The myriad wonders of the arts of magic, and the unpredictable and bizarre methods among them, were far beyond what a mortal emperor could imagine or master.

Moreover, from a profit perspective, would those immortals who truly understand immortality really care about the little bit of wealth they bestow upon them?

It was just wishful thinking on his part.

Xu Fu approached step by step.

Ying Zheng tried to call out, but no sound came out as his lips moved.

"Hahahaha!" Xu Fu laughed loudly, his laughter echoing endlessly in the empty hall. "I'll seize your physical body and then lay out a scheme for immortality. From this day forward, I am the immortal alchemist under the Queen Mother of the West, the number one true immortal in the world!"

Wow!

Just then, ripples suddenly appeared on one side of the wall of the main hall.

A winged figure suddenly flew out from the center of the ripples.

boom!

A bolt of crimson lightning struck down.

The lightning bolt was as thick as a bucket, carrying the majestic power of heaven and the blazing heat of the sun, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.

"Um?"

Xu Fu was startled, but his reaction was extremely quick.

A flash of light appeared in his emerald green square pupil, and the Taiyin Sea Mirage Fire flew out from it, quickly condensing into a Yin Fire Shield above his head.

The ghostly blue flames and crimson lightning collided violently in mid-air, the force of which exploded in all directions.

Xu Fu was violently thrown back, his back slamming heavily against the wall, creating a spiderweb-like crack.

"Xu Fu, you're just a sorcerer who's only just mastered the art of creating green eyes and square pupils, yet you dare to call yourself an immortal sorcerer and the number one true immortal in the world? What a boastful tone."

Xu Fu finally saw the true face of the person who came.

It has a golden crown and golden eyes, and its body is covered in wings, with lightning swirling around it. The wings are not illusions, but real wings of flesh and blood.

Xu Fu's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Shaohao Bird Official?"

In ancient times, the Shaohao clan appointed birds as officials.

During the reign of Shaohao, all civil and military officials were winged people.

These bird officials are not demons, but rather ancient sorcerers who had achieved enlightenment through cultivation.

The person before me has the same bird-like appearance as described in ancient books.

Moreover, the golden crown on his head was intensely colored, faintly radiating the aura of the sun.

The official in charge of the sun was Xihe, who held a higher position.

This thought only flashed through Xu Fu's mind for a moment.

The next moment, flames rekindled in his eyes, and the dark blue Taiyin fire spread out all over the sky, causing the temperature of the entire hall to drop suddenly, and a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the ground and walls.

Under his control, the flames transformed into various forms such as warriors, birds, dragons and phoenixes, tigers and leopards, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Huang Bai.

Taoist practice is Taoist practice, and magical arts are magical arts.

Although this person holds a high position, it does not mean that their magical abilities are equally profound.

He had already mastered the Yin Fire to an unparalleled level, so he wasn't necessarily afraid of this winged man of unknown origin.

"Hey!"

A loud bird song came from the yellow and white shoulder.

A small, palm-sized, fiery red bird flapped its wings and flew off from his shoulder. It opened its beak and spat out a ball of crimson fire the size of a fist.

Compared to the overwhelming Yin Fire, the flames were like fireflies compared to the bright moon.

It was this flame that withstood the icy, bone-chilling Taiyin Fire.

Yang fire and yin fire clashed fiercely in mid-air, with crimson and dark blue mutually consuming and neutralizing each other.

The Yin and Yang flames remained locked in a stalemate in the air for several breaths before Xu Fu and Huang Bai were locked in a fierce battle.

Huang Bai raised his hand and waved it, and the Five Elements Array Plate suddenly unfolded, with the five colors of light—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—rotating endlessly.

With each rotation of the array plate, a Five Elements Thunder Technique descends from the sky.

With the Vermilion Bird divine beast providing support, it would occasionally spew out a mouthful of true fire to block Xu Fu's retreat, making this great Taoist master suffer greatly.

"Where did this monster come from?! How does he possess so many magical abilities?!"

Xu Fu felt deeply aggrieved.

His Yin Fire was indeed formidable; after decades of cultivation, it had reached a state of perfection. Ordinary water and fire spells couldn't even last a single round against him.

But they couldn't withstand the relentless bombardment from the other side.

What is this guy's background? Not only is his status terrifyingly high, but his magic is also so unpredictable. He also has magical artifacts in hand and is accompanied by a Vermilion Bird divine beast that can breathe true fire.

Are there really enough cultivation resources in this world for him to cultivate so many things?

Xu Fu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. The Taiyin Fire on his body gradually thinned and dimmed, and the flames in his emerald green pupils were not as intense as before.

Even more shocking than Xu Fu was Ying Zheng, who was slumped in the main seat, unable to move.

His word was law in the mortal world; if the emperor was angered, corpses would be piled up for miles.

He had also seen sorcerers perform their magic, techniques that were considered miraculous by ordinary people.

But the crude tricks of those half-baked sorcerers are like children playing compared to the contest of magic between these two.

Thunder roared, eerie flames burned, and each impact made the entire hall vibrate.

This is a power that ordinary people can never touch in their entire lives.

Upon witnessing the battle between true immortals, Ying Zheng's first reaction was fear.

This is not cowardice, but rather the subconscious fear that ordinary people have of the incredible.

As Ying Zheng leaned against the cold wall, a parable suddenly came to mind.

Lord Ye, a high-ranking official of the State of Chu, was extremely fond of dragons. The furniture in his house, the tableware he used for eating, and the bedding he slept on were all embroidered with dragons.

He would tell everyone he met how much he admired the dragon and how much he longed to see the dragon in person one day.

When Tianlong heard about this, he personally descended to the mortal realm to see him, and Lord Ye was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

"I'm just... a hypocrite who only pretends to love dragons."

This situation is remarkably similar to that of the Chu state official.

I once admired the path of immortality and sought elixirs and medicines, but I never knew that immortals were also a terrifying existence.

boom!

As the last bolt of azure lightning struck, the entire hall trembled.

Xu Fu's chest was pierced by the lightning, leaving a large, charred hole.

The Yin Fire was completely extinguished, and the light in the emerald green square pupils also became dim and lifeless.

He looked down at his broken body, a look of admiration appearing on his face.

"Excellent alchemy, excellent techniques. My defeat was not unjust."

"However, Shuang Zou won't let you off the hook."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fu's body crashed to the ground. His flesh, already brittle from being burned by the lightning and fire, slammed into the jade floor tiles and scattered into a pile of charred fragments.

The real and fake immortals fought, and the winner was naturally the real immortal.

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