Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Inside the secret room, Gu Changjin had already paced back and forth several times.

He wasn't panicking.

When I'm thinking, I tend to move around a bit.

Especially in the current situation, the more I think about it, the more intriguing it becomes.

"Mid-stage Foundation Building"

"A pseudo-spiritual root? But its cultivation speed is not slow."

"You caused trouble, and the Fairy Sect Master is protecting you?"

Gu Changjin muttered to himself, his eyes growing increasingly strange.

According to the script of the chosen one, such a person cannot generally be judged solely by their level of attainment.

Mid-stage Foundation Building?

The surface is in the middle stage of foundation building.

If a real fight breaks out, they might pull out a bunch of random trump cards and try to outmaneuver someone at a higher level like a Golden Core cultivator.

Of course, Gu Changjin is currently in the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

He's still a sword cultivator.

He had just acquired the sword intent.

Logically speaking, no matter how outstanding a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator is, they shouldn't pose a threat to him.

But that's not the problem.

The problem is that this deadly battle was originally started by Lu Huaizhen.

He turned the deadly battle upside down, transforming the old man who was supposed to die into a late-stage Golden Core sword cultivator.

What about Lu Huaizhen?

With the script changed, will this seemingly chosen one come up with some new tricks?

Gu Changjin doesn't like waiting for others to make a move.

Waiting for others to make a move is foolish.

If you can kill him off early, why give him room to grow?

He thought again.

The protagonists in cultivation worlds are quite different from the freaks in fantasy worlds who can suddenly shatter a galaxy with a single punch.

Generally speaking, the protagonists in cultivation novels tend to be more cunning.

They are even more capable of hiding.

It may not come with an operating system.

It could be a small green bottle, a small blue bottle, or a small black jar.

Or perhaps there's an old man hidden inside the ring.

It could also be some kind of gadget that can accelerate the ripening of elixirs, replicate resources, and deduce cultivation techniques.

The more Gu Changjin thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

interesting.

Such treasures should not belong to our ancestor.

Lu Huaizhen is just a junior in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, wouldn't it be a waste for him to take it?

He has now resolved his lifespan crisis, but when it comes to cultivating immortality, you can never have too many resources.

Moreover, the other party seems to be the chosen one.

How could the things possessed by the chosen one be of poor quality?

Gu Changjin stopped in his tracks.

"A long night can lead to many unforeseen events."

"Let's go take a look first."

He raised his hand and waved it, and the secret chamber's array silently activated.

The next instant, his aura was quickly concealed.

If Gu Changjin in the past was a crimson spirit sword that could be drawn at any time.

Now, he is like a withered stone.

Silent, without a sound.

He even completely suppressed the energy of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

Outside Lingdao Peak, the sect's grand formation slowly rotated.

Gu Changjin took out the elder's token.

This thing doesn't seem very useful most of the time, but it can be really convenient in a pinch.

He used his elder token to activate a corner of the sect's grand formation, and with his understanding of the formation, he silently bypassed several sensing nodes without alerting anyone.

A faint sword light swept across the night, leaving the Xuan Yang Sect's mountain gate.

Three hundred miles outside the Xuan Yang Sect, there is a continuous mountain range.

It is called Qingmang Mountain.

Qingmang Mountain is not a place with abundant spiritual energy, but it is close to Xuanyang Sect and has several scattered spiritual veins, so it has attracted many independent cultivators.

Over time, a market for independent cultivators formed at the foot of the mountain.

Selling talismans, selling pills, selling fake cultivation techniques.

There are also those broken magical artifacts that look like they were just pulled out of some unlucky guy's storage bag, and they still smell of blood.

That's how the cultivation world is.

In a sect, rules are emphasized; in a market, prices are emphasized.

In the desolate wilderness, one must test one's resilience.

Meanwhile, Lu Huaizhen had carved out a small cave dwelling near Qingmang Mountain.

He did not live within the sect.

The reasons were very well-reasoned.

I was afraid of disturbing my senior sister's spiritual practice.

They were afraid of gossip.

He feared that relying on the sect would hinder the tempering of his Dao heart.

In reality, he simply didn't like keeping all his secrets under other people's noses.

Even though Yun Qingli trusted him a lot.

He wouldn't completely trust Yun Qingli either.

Dongfuzhong.

Lu Huaizhen sat on the futon, looking somewhat irritated.

"I should have just kept quiet."

He muttered a curse under his breath.

Who would have thought that fatso was actually the personal disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect Master?

It doesn't look like it.

He was all fat, swore constantly, and had lecherous eyes.

Lu Huaizhen originally just wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

Later, as the fight went on, they discovered that the other player had some good items.

After that, he couldn't stop.

They've already killed them.

You can't just leave the storage bag behind, can you?

He took out a crimson token from his storage bag.

The token felt warm to the touch, and there was a faint, strange fluctuation within it.

Red Jade Order.

Ten years from now, a great secret realm will open on the edge of the Western Wilderness.

According to information he obtained by chance, the Crimson Jade Token was one of the credentials for entering the secret realm.

This thing is extremely important.

It was so important that even knowing there were risks involved, he didn't regret taking the action.

Of course, it is indeed troublesome.

The Crimson Cloud Sect refused to let go.

To protect him, his senior sister even signed two death matches.

Originally, all the blame fell on that old man, Gu Changjin.

Who knew that the old man would suddenly have a seizure?

Not only did they not obediently die, they almost killed the entire Gu family on the spot.

Thinking of this, Lu Huaizhen frowned even more deeply.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Things were spiraling further and further out of his control.

Lu Huaizhen put away the Crimson Jade Token and subconsciously touched his chest.

Underneath his clothes hung an inconspicuous little pot.

The small pot was no bigger than a thumb, grayish-brown, and looked like a rough pottery trinket in the hands of an ordinary person.

But Lu Huaizhen knew that this was his true foundation.

As long as you put spirit stones into the pot, after a period of time, the spirit stones will turn into a kind of blue spirit liquid.

This spiritual liquid, when poured onto spiritual herbs, can accelerate their ripening.

The younger the year, the faster the process.

The older the year, the more spirit stones are consumed.

He didn't use it much.

It's not that I don't want to use it.

It's too expensive.

In addition, he has a pseudo-spiritual root.

Even with Yun Qingli's help, resources are still limited!

Instead of wasting spirit stones on accelerating the growth of herbs, it's better to keep them for personal cultivation.

But he knew the value of this little pot.

If we can really get our hands on high-grade spiritual herbs and combine them with enough spirit stones, that will be the time to truly take off.

Lu Huaizhen tucked the small pot back into his clothes, feeling a little more at ease.

He comes from a good family.

To be precise, he has been lucky since childhood.

He was born into the household of a marquis in a small state under the rule of the Xuan Yang Sect.

Born with jade in its mouth.

He was found to have spiritual roots in his childhood.

Unfortunately, her mother's family had a past connection with Yun Qingli's lineage.

When he was young, he was brought into the Xuan Yang Sect and met Yun Qingli, who was not yet the sect leader at the time.

She kept calling him "Sister Qingli".

She calls out sweetly and smiles sweetly.

Yun Qingli is indeed easy to fool.

As long as he acts a little innocent and sensible, and occasionally shows a hint of being wronged but not saying anything, the other party will take the initiative to stand up for him.

Of course, Lu Huaizhen knew how to behave appropriately.

Yun Qingli can be utilized.

But we can't really fool her like she's an idiot.

So over the years, he has always maintained an image of being "naive but hardworking, kind but principled".

The effect is good.

At least this time, after killing the direct descendant of the Crimson Cloud Sect, Yun Qingli's first reaction was to believe him.

that's enough.

Lu Huaizhen glanced at the sky.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she got up and straightened her robes.

"I almost forgot."

He also has an appointment with an old friend tonight.

The man had a 300-year-old Dewdrop Grass in his hand.

If we can capture it, and combine it with the small pot of spiritual liquid, we might be able to extend it to five hundred years.

Whether it's for alchemy or resource exchange, it will be very worthwhile.

Lu Huaizhen stepped out of the cave and raised his hand to summon his flying sword.

The sword light lifted his body and flew towards the depths of Qingmang Mountain.

The night was very quiet.

Occasionally, the low growls of monsters could be heard from the mountains and forests.

Lu Huaizhen flew a short distance, then suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

wrong.

It's too quiet.

He suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The flying sword beneath his feet trembled slightly.

The mountain wind blew around, the tree shadows swayed, and it looked like there was nothing there.

Lu Huaizhen's back was already covered in cold sweat.

someone.

There are definitely people there.

He immediately cupped his hands in greeting, his voice respectful yet tinged with fear.

"May I ask which senior is here?"

"I am Lu Huaizhen, a disciple of the Xuan Yang Sect."

"My senior sister, Yun Qingli, is now in charge of the Xuan Yang Sect, and she treats me like a brother."

"If I have offended you in any way, please enlighten me and do not make such jokes with me."

He spoke very quickly.

I'm not happy, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say it.

First, report to your sect.

Report to Yun Qingli again.

Finally, I humbled myself.

Normally, unless they are mortal enemies, the other party will at least have some reservations about the Xuan Yang Sect.

The mountains and forests were silent, but Lu Huaizhen's forehead was covered in even more cold sweat.

He scanned the area with his divine sense, but found nothing.

This is the most terrible.

It's invisible.

Can't find it.

They didn't even know where the other person was.

The next moment, an aged voice came from all directions.

"Junior."

"Your secret has been exposed."

Lu Huaizhen's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean, senior?"

The voice carried a chilling laugh.

"You killed my Crimson Cloud Sect's personal disciple and seized my Crimson Jade Token."

"You still ask me what I mean?"

Lu Huaizhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chixiao Sect!

The other party was actually from the Crimson Sky Sect!

How is that possible?

No... how did the people from the Crimson Cloud Sect know he was here?

Before he could speak, a small fire suddenly lit up in the forest.

a little.

Two points.

ten o'clock.

100 points.

The dense flames, like countless red fireflies, appeared from all directions.

Yet within each spark of fire lay a wisp of sword intent sharp to the extreme.

Lu Huaizhen's expression changed completely.

Sword intent!?

A Nascent Soul sword cultivator! This is a huge mess!!!

He barely hesitated before turning around and trying to escape.

But the firelight in the sky had already fallen.

That aged voice rang out for the last time.

"Just wait to die."

boom--

A sky full of fiery sword light crashed down on Lu Huaizhen.