Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Bring Ru Hua here!”

Nan Wenmo formed a seal with her fingers, pulling half of Gu Yun's body into the world within the painting.

The Rouge Sect Master shrieked, spitting out a cloud of blood, instantly causing the cold river in the painting to glow with an eerie red light.

Suddenly, the seven women of the Rouge Sect undid their hair buns, their black hair transforming into steel needles that shot out like a rainstorm.

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Lu Xiaoliu's green robe was already tattered.

However, the two characters “Upright” on his chest suddenly detached and enlarged, absorbing all the steel needles.

Seizing this opportunity, Lu Xiaoliu quickly advanced, his cloth shoes stepping across the Mo Yan's back, his tattered green robe transforming into a soft sword that pierced the throats of two demonic cultivators.

Fang Ran's figure suddenly split into nine afterimages, each wielding a different weapon.

Wang Shenghan's inkstone suddenly cracked open, revealing a golden inkstick hidden inside.

The brush tip, dipped in golden ink, wrote the character “Freeze,” instantly causing the nine afterimages to stagnate for half a breath.

Xiao Mochi's Tian Wen Collection released the four characters “A Gentleman is Not a Tool,” the golden characters transforming into a long spear that pinned three afterimages to the bamboo stalks.

The battle at the City Lord's Mansion was noticed by the city's residents, who were unaware of what was happening.

Why were the City Lord and the four scholars who had come to help fighting?

The shadows on the ground suddenly surged, as thirty Black Hawk disciples emerged from the ground, forming a sword formation.

The sword light formed the pattern of the Big Dipper, and the biting sword energy cut seven slits into Mo Chi's robe.

Nan Wenmo's face was pale, her spiritual energy greatly depleted, but she still summoned three ink-colored Kirin from the painting, their iron hooves shattering half of the sword formation.

“Your painting is quite good.”

Fang Ran's true form suddenly appeared at the top of the barrier, his eagle claws tearing open Wang Shenghan's shield.

Xiao Mochi's Tian Wen Collection flipped rapidly, finally stopping at a blank page, using his finger as a pen to write a blood oath: Before the three words “Hear the Dao at Dawn” could be completed, the entire Black Hawk City shook.

Finding an opportunity, Gu Yun finally broke free from the painting's restraints, the power of her blood-stained red silk increasing explosively.

Twelve Rouge Sect women formed a Mandala Formation, a huge illusory peach blossom appearing in the air.

In the sweet and cloying fragrance, the ink from Wang Shenghan's brush tip began to boil, and the character “Purity” that he wrote actually twisted into the shape of a skull.

Lu Xiaoliu suddenly tore off all of his green robe, revealing the entire text of “The Great Learning” on his naked upper body.

The words detached from his body and transformed into green armor, and the tattered cloth condensed into a three-foot-long green blade.

Wherever the sword light passed, the heads of three demonic cultivators forming the formation flew up.

Lu Xiaoliu seemed to have entered a demonic state, and with each person he killed, the words on his body dimmed by one point.

Xiao Mochi's Tian Wen Collection finally completed the blood oath, and seventy-two illusory figures of sages simultaneously began to chant scriptures.

Fang Ran's Shadow Escape technique disintegrated in the sound waves, and the Black Hawk City Lord retreated violently, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Wang Shenghan seized the opportunity to splash the golden ink into the air, and the entire text of “Ode to Righteousness” transformed into thunderclouds, purple electric snakes chasing after the demonic cultivators and striking them down.

Nan Wenmo knew that her spiritual energy was about to be exhausted, and so was Mo Chi and the others.

Decisively making a decision, the painting in Nan Wenmo's hand suddenly ignited spontaneously, and an old man in the painting stepped out on the waves.

When the fishing rod was cast, space twisted, and Gu Yun's red silk was forcibly torn apart.

Half of the Rouge Sect Master's red silk suddenly exploded, and the poisonous thorns sent two Confucian disciples flying.

“It's over.”

Xiao Mochi pointed his fingers like a sword, and all the pages of the Tian Wen Collection detached and spun around.

Each character transformed into a golden arrow, and Fang Ran summoned a hundred Black Hawks to resist, but they were reduced to ashes in the rain of arrows.

Wang Shenghan's inkstone completely shattered, and the youth dipped his finger in blood to write the character “Suppress” in the void.

A blood-colored seal enveloped the battlefield, and all the surviving demonic cultivators froze in place.

Lu Xiaoliu's green armor peeled off piece by piece, revealing a body covered in incantations.

Nan Wenmo knelt in front of the scorched painting, the old man in the painting's fishing rod already broken into three pieces.

“Good, good, good! As expected of Qi Zhengju's prized disciples, it is people like you who can help me achieve my great Dao!”

Fang Ran laughed heartily.

The shadows beneath his feet suddenly surged like ink, and the entire City Lord's Mansion began to collapse.

The Black Hawk City Lord inserted both hands into the ground, pulling out a shadow blade that was thirty feet long:

“Taste my Gluttonous Shadow Domain!”

Wherever the blade passed, jagged cracks appeared in space, and Wang Shenghan's inkstone barrier shattered in response.

Xiao Mochi's Tian Wen Collection suddenly disassembled automatically, the bamboo slips orbiting his body like shooting stars.

“Heaven and earth have righteous energy, manifested in various forms!”

Three hundred and sixty bamboo slips formed the Zhou Tian Star Array, colliding with the shadow blade and producing dazzling sparks.

Lu Xiaoliu seized the opportunity to break into the Shadow Domain, the hem of his green robe igniting with white heart-fire: “Though there be ten thousand people, I shall go!”

The shadows touched by the flames emitted a cracking sound of burning grease.

Seven Black Hawk Elders emerged from the depths of the Shadow Domain, each holding half a dragon bone. The moment the bone segments were pieced together into a complete dragon skeleton, monstrous demonic energy condensed into a physical black dragon, its dragon claws shattering twenty bamboo slips, causing Xiao Mochi to bleed from the corner of his mouth.

The “Mencius” chapter of the Tian Wen Collection suddenly flew out of the book: “Wealth and power cannot corrupt!”

Golden characters transformed into chains that wrapped around the dragon's neck.

Nan Wenmo's painting suddenly covered the entire sky, the cold river in the painting transforming into a boiling sea of blood.

The old man's fishing rod cast out ten thousand silver threads, pinning the black dragon in the void.

Wang Shenghan seized the opportunity to dip the broken brush in dragon blood and write the character “Slay” on the tattered “Spring and Autumn Annals” scroll.

The blood-red character transformed into a long halberd that pierced the dragon's eye, and the black dragon wailed as it fell into the Shadow Domain.

“Good, good, good! If you have the ability, then kill me!”

Fang Ran suddenly merged with the Shadow Domain, transforming into a faceless giant hundreds of feet tall.

A deep abyss-like mouth cracked open in the giant's chest, swallowing the three Black Hawk Elders into its belly.

“Nourish the shadow with souls, indestructible through ten thousand kalpas!”

Xiao Mochi's bamboo slip array was corroded by the shadows for the most part, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the main body of the Tian Wen Collection.

Lu Xiaoliu suddenly tore apart his green robe, revealing his body engraved with Confucian classics.

With each sentence the youth recited, a piece of his skin peeled off, the golden characters detaching from his body to form a Demon-Slaying Sword Array.

Thousands of golden swords pierced through the Shadow Domain giant, and Fang Ran let out a heaven-shaking roar, his shadow body constantly collapsing.

Gu Yun seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Nan Wenmo, her red silk wrapping around the girl's neck:

“Good little sister, block this calamity for your older sister!”

The old man in the painting suddenly leaped out of the paper, his withered hand inserting into Gu Yun's chest, pulling out a beating peach heart.

The Rouge Sect Master spat out blood, transforming into a blood mist that scattered, and nine Golden Cicada Gu flew out from the blood mist.

Wang Shenghan's right eye suddenly turned ink-black, the brush tip dipping into the black blood flowing from his pupil.

The character “Exterminate” written in the void triggered heavenly lightning, turning the Golden Cicada Gu into charred ash.

The left half of the youth's body rapidly petrified, but he still staggered to write “The Benevolent are Invincible,” the golden characters merging into Xiao Mochi's nearly shattered Tian Wen Collection.

The ancient book suddenly burst forth with nine-colored light, the seventy-two illusory figures of sages merging into one.

The hundred-foot-tall Sage Dharma Idol raised its hand and pressed down in the void, the Shadow Domain giant collapsing like a sandcastle.

Lu Xiaoliu burned the last piece of his green robe, transforming it into a cage to seal Fang Ran.

Wang Shenghan used his petrified finger to point out the character “Suppress.”

Xiao Mochi breathed a sigh of relief. In this great battle, he already had the advantage. Next, he only needed to clean up the battlefield.

But in the next moment, in Black Hawk City, one ordinary person after another suddenly exploded into black smoke.

“Beast!” Lu Xiaoliu shouted, not expecting that the other party would directly activate the formation, even if it meant dying, they would drag the common people down with them.

“Xiaoliu!”

Suddenly, Wang Shenghan shouted.

“Pfft!”

Lu Xiaoliu lowered his head, a long sword already piercing through his chest.