This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

On the other side, after arriving in Yongxing Town, Ren Qianxue and her brother Ren Qianxing immediately ordered the town's officials to conduct a town-wide search.

Ultimately, the location of Yan Zangfeng and his son was found through the information in the portrait.

But by the time they arrived, the place was already deserted.

They sent people to inquire everywhere, and the final conclusion was that the Yan family father and son had never left Yongxing Town.

Because nobody saw them go out.

In the following days, Ren Qianxing and her brother began a city-wide search, but even after turning almost the entire Yongxing Town upside down, they still couldn't find them.

Left with no other option, the siblings returned to Shijian City and reported the matter to Ren Jianhao.

Ren Jianhao immediately issued an arrest warrant, placing the father and son under the jurisdiction of Shijian City.

However, the ending was destined to disappoint them.

No one would have expected that the Yan family father and son would be taken directly out of Yongxing Town by Wang Jingshu and live in seclusion in a valley no more than a hundred miles away from Yongxing Town.

In that valley where almost no one goes, as long as the Yan family father and son don't want to come out, no one outside will ever be able to find them.

And so, under Wang Jingshu's tutelage, Yan Zangfeng began his extremely rigorous martial arts training.

One morning a month later, Yan Zangfeng sat cross-legged in the morning sun, meditating and practicing the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong.

As the first rays of the morning sun fell upon him, a faint aura quietly rose from his body.

Wang Jingshu, who was meditating not far away, opened her eyes, glanced at Yan Cangfeng, nodded gently, and then continued to meditate.

About half an hour later, the sun was already high in the sky.

Yan Zangfeng finally withdrew from his cultivation.

Excitedly looking at his hands, he noticed a faint current of energy circulating in his palm.

"True Qi... I... I've cultivated True Qi! I've reached the fourth level..."

Yan Zangfeng could not hide his excitement and said in a trembling voice.

"It's still early. With your current internal energy strength and physique, you're at most equivalent to the second level of the Heavenly Realm..."

Wang Jingshu's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured from mid-air, extinguishing Yan Cangfeng's burning passion.

Yan Zangfeng asked, puzzled:

"But Master, isn't the mark of reaching the fourth level of martial arts cultivation the cultivation of martial arts true qi? Why, even though I've cultivated martial arts true qi, am I still not considered to have reached the fourth level?"

Wang Jingshu stood up and walked to Yan Zangfeng.

"That's true, but the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong I taught you is slightly different from other martial arts techniques."

"Ordinary martial arts techniques first temper the body, and after the blood and qi are strong enough, they will condense into martial arts true qi."

"But the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong works from the inside out. First, you practice internal energy, and then the internal energy nourishes the body and strengthens the blood and qi, thus achieving the effect of internal and external circulation and continuous life."

"However, the true qi generated when you first start practicing the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong is far less refined than that of ordinary martial arts true qi, so even if you master the true qi, your strength will not be as good as that of a fourth-level master."

Yan Zangfeng's expression shifted, somewhat surprised.

Wang Jingshu saw through his thoughts at a glance and smiled:

"Do you think that because the internal energy cultivated through the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong is far inferior to other martial arts techniques, this martial arts method is weak?"

Yan Zangfeng was somewhat embarrassed and said in a flustered manner:

"This disciple dares not."

Wang Jingshu did not blame him, but patiently explained:

"The Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong was first created by my Taoist patriarch and later improved by my senior brother and Third Sister over many years. In terms of potential, it is by no means inferior to those so-called immortal cultivation techniques circulating in this Xuanhuang Great World."

"When the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong is first completed, its power may not be obvious, but with each advancement, the true qi can undergo a transformation, not only becoming more condensed, but also possessing the ability to stimulate the vitality within the body and nourish the source of life."

"When combined with Taoist methods of entering a state of tranquility, such as the cultivation of the primordial spirit in the Taiyi Jinhua Zongzhi, it can further prolong life and offer hope for immortality."

"The Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong has seven levels. If you can master four levels, taking revenge will be a piece of cake."

Yan Zangfeng was overjoyed upon hearing this, then said with annoyance:

"Thank you for enlightening me, Master. It was my ignorance that prevented me from understanding such a divine technique. I beg you to punish me."

Wang Jingshu smiled faintly, not blaming him.

With a mere wave of her hand, a fine steel sword she had hastily forged flew out of the room and landed in Yan Zangfeng's hand.

"Now that you have mastered the basics of the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong, from this day forward, I will teach you the Tai Chi Sword Technique..."

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yan Zangfeng was practicing his sword by the lake when suddenly a sword light descended from the sky and landed beside him.

Yan Zangfeng immediately said with delight:

"My beloved teacher, you're back..."

Wang Jingshu was away for five days this time, which was the first time she had been away for so long.

"Come with me, let's go out for a bit."

Wang Jingshu said calmly.

Yan Zangfeng was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

"Go out? To what extent?"

Wang Jingshu raised her hand and, with Yan Cangfeng in tow, soared into the sky.

He only managed to utter two words when he was halfway up the mountain:

"kill..."

Yan Zangfeng's expression froze, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Kill...kill whom?"

Wang Jingshu did not answer him again, but simply carried him flying at an extremely fast speed.

After flying for several hundred miles, Wang Jingshu slowed down.

"arrive."

Yan Cangfeng stood on his flying sword and looked down. He saw a relatively clean mountain path in the forest. At the end of the path was a mountain stronghold, which looked like a sect in the mountains.

However, due to the distance, Yan Zangfeng could not see what was written on the mountain gate.

"This place is called the Absolute Blade Sect. It has thirty-six members. Although the sect leader is only at the third level of cultivation, his swordsmanship is fierce and he has killed countless people."

"You only have one task."

At this point, Wang Jingshu turned to look at Yan Zangfeng, a faint murderous glint in her eyes.

Yan Zangfeng couldn't help but swallow hard, awaiting his mentor's orders.

"We must slaughter the entire Absolute Blade Sect, leaving no one alive..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zangfeng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A chilling coldness rose from behind him. The killing intent in his master's voice was like a series of sharp swords pointed at him, making his scalp tingle and preventing him from moving an inch.

"A sword technique that cannot kill is nothing more than a showy display, no matter how well you practice it."

Wang Jingshu said coldly.

But her tone immediately changed, becoming gentle yet solemn.

"But you must remember, a sword technique that can only kill is not necessarily a subpar one."

"Go..."

Before Yan Zangfeng could even react, Wang Jingshu threw him down.

His body floated down like a feather in front of the gate of the Absolute Blade Sect.

As soon as Yan Zangfeng landed, a figure appeared in front of the mountain gate, holding a long, gleaming sword, and rebuked Yan Zangfeng:

"Who goes there? What brings you here?"

Yan Zangfeng ignored him and instead looked back at the sky. Wang Jingshu was nowhere to be seen.

"My mentor... he won't leave, will he?"

Yan Zangfeng suddenly felt a little uneasy. He had only been practicing martial arts with his master for a little over two months, and he had only reached the second level of the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong.

There are more than thirty people in the Absolute Blade Sect. Can I handle them?

But since things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Yan Zangfeng took a deep breath, his hand already gripping the hilt of his sword.

The Juedao Sect disciple guarding the gate had just stepped forward when he saw a flash of sword light pass by.

Immediately afterwards, a slight stinging pain came from my neck, and I felt dizzy and fell heavily to the ground.

Before losing consciousness, all that could be seen was a headless corpse lying on the ground, twitching a few times, before fading into complete nothingness.