Mortal Cultivator

In the vast spiritual sky filled with fairy light, Wang Lu's figure was like a thunderous giant that cut through time and space, galloping down from the distant and mysterious upper world, his clothes fierce and hunting.

When he returned to the Lower Immortal Realm this time, his heart was like a surging sea, and memories of the past kept flashing in his mind like a revolving lantern.

I remember from afar that when I first entered the path of cultivating immortals, the Lower Immortal Realm was the place where everything started. Every inch of land was engraved with the marks of youthful passion and ignorant wandering. The days and nights spent fighting the enemy side by side with my classmates, the thrilling adventures of exploring opportunities in secret realms, and the fireworks and snacks I tasted on the streets, all have become the softest and most cherished treasures in my heart.

Time flies, and as time goes by, the protagonist's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has entered the mysterious and desirable upper world. In the upper world, he experienced many wonderful situations and hardships.

However, no matter where he was, the Lower Immortal Realm, which was as friendly as his hometown, always lingered in his heart, like a star hanging high above his heart, shining brightly. Whenever it was quiet at night, he would involuntarily think of every detail in the Lower Immortal Realm. There are familiar mountains and rivers, close friends and partners who have fought side by side, and streets and alleys full of warm memories.

Although there are countless amazing sights and powerful beings in the upper world, for the protagonist, the lower world is the place that truly makes him feel at ease and warm. It was like a dream that would never fade, deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

The scenery of the Lower Immortal Realm still has that familiar and charming blend of simplicity and fantasy. Continuous green mountains, like a winding dragon lying on the earth, are green and dripping, with clouds and mist lingering in them. From time to time, spiritual birds sing, piercing the mist veil, fluttering their wings and flying high, with a shimmering light on the tips of their feathers, carrying the spirit. Immortal charm; the clear stream and river, like a transparent jade belt, gurgling and flowing. Where the water ripples, you can see fish, shrimps and monsters playing, splashing crystal water, and underwater spiritual grass swaying, as if whispering to the water.

The town is like a carefully drawn picture, with various buildings scattered in an orderly manner. The streets and alleys intersect with each other like an intricate spider web. The pavilions with cornices and brackets and the rows of shops add a bit of simplicity and prosperity.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going on the street. There were vendors and footmen in a hurry, shouting hard about the goods they were selling; there were also monks strolling around, or gathering in small groups to exchange cultivation experiences. , or chatting and laughing happily with each other. These sounds come and go, intertwined and blended together, as if they together played a gorgeous and lively movement full of fireworks.

Wang Lu was strolling through the market he often visited in the past, immersed in old memories. Suddenly, a simple and elegant figure burst into his eyes, just like a delicate green lotus blooming under the warm spring sun, and instantly took away all his attention. That woman was none other than Narcissus. The years seemed to have been extraordinarily gentle to her, leaving no trace of vicissitudes. Her skin was still creamy, her eyebrows were picturesque, her autumn eyes hid stars, she was wearing a moon-white dress, the hem of the skirt was fluttering, just like When Fairy Yunjian came to this world, her whole body exuded a faint and cold fairy breath, but her movements showed the agility and playfulness of the past.

Narcissus seemed to feel something in her heart. She raised her eyes and looked at each other. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. In an instant, all the past events surged through their hearts like a flood. They once bathed in the moonlight together in the spiritual spring at the back of the sect and chatted about their dreams of cultivating immortals; he once sacrificed his life to protect her in a dangerous place in a secret place, and she healed him with tears in her eyes; there were also times when they were young and ignorant, and quarreled in anger over a joke or an opportunity. I ignored him for a few days, but secretly worried about him. Those trivial daily life, life and death, have condensed into an unforgettable deep friendship over the years. At this moment, when we meet again, thousands of words are stuck in our throats, and only our eyes are red and our vision is blurred.

"Wang Lu, you...are finally back." Shui Xian'er opened her red lips lightly, and her voice was as clear and sweet as an oriole coming out of the valley. But if you listen carefully, you can detect a slight tremor that is difficult to catch. In her tone, there was both joy and excitement after the reunion, as if a heart that had been silent for a long time was instantly ignited; at the same time, it seemed to be mixed with a little anger and complaint, like a woman who had been waiting for a long time and looked through the autumn water. A little dissatisfaction with the late return of your lover.

At this moment, Shuixian'er's beautiful eyes were staring at Wang Lu in front of her, with little tears shining in her eyes, surging gently like sparkling lake water. And in the shimmering water, Wang Lu's figure was clearly reflected, as if he was pouring all the deep thoughts he had accumulated over the past few years into it.

Wang Lu strode forward with firm and powerful steps. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile as bright as the sun. However, in this seemingly carefree smile, there is a hint of sourness and guilt that is difficult to conceal.

"Yes, I'm back!" Wang Lu said softly. Although his voice was calm, the emotions contained in it were deep and complex. His eyes were locked on Shuixian'er, as if he wanted to see through her beautiful appearance what she really looked like deep inside.

"How are you... these years?" This simple greeting seemed so heavy when it came from Wang Lu's mouth. Every word seems to have been spoken out after thousands of thoughts, full of endless concern and longing.

Wang Lu's eyes were like a gentle breeze, slowly sweeping over Narcissus's face, hair, clothes... not missing any details. It seemed that only by looking at her carefully in this way could he calm his anxious heart a little, and make sure whether Narcissus in front of him was really as safe as he remembered.

Narcissus gently lowered her autumn-like eyes, slightly opened her pearly teeth, and gently bit her delicate lower lip, as if she was struggling with something in her heart. After a while, time passed quietly, and she finally raised her head slowly, her beautiful eyes flashing with a smile, as charming as a flower blooming in spring.

She opened her red lips and said softly, "Of course, everything is fine with me. I just practice diligently and study hard every day, hoping that one day I can travel to a wider world like you. As for you, I heard that the upper world is full of dangers and dangers. I wonder if you were injured during this trip?" As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and down at Wang Lu, from the top of his head to his feet, with deep concern and deep worry in her eyes.

Wang Lu felt warm in his heart, waved his hand, and pretended to be relaxed: "I am thick-skinned, what can I do? Although the upper world is dangerous, there are many adventures. After returning this time, I have learned a lot of skills. I will protect you in the future and never let you take risks again." After speaking, he patted his chest, his expression was full of confidence and responsibility, just like the young man who was fearless but only cared about her.

The two walked slowly on the street side by side, chatting and sharing their experiences since they parted. When Shuixianer heard Wang Lu fighting the Demon Lord, breaking through the ancient formation, and looking for artifacts in the upper world, she was sometimes shocked and covered her mouth, and sometimes her eyebrows danced with admiration; Wang Lu looked at Shuixianer helping the sect to recruit talents, improve the spiritual fields, and mediate disputes in the lower fairyland, and he kept nodding and praising her, knowing that under her weak appearance, she had a tough and courageous heart. Unconsciously, the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow casts a long shadow on the two people, as if to connect them tightly and never separate.

However, under the seemingly peaceful appearance of the Lower Fairyland, undercurrents have already surged. A mysterious force has quietly risen, lurking in the dark, spying on the spiritual vein treasures of this land. First, the surrounding spiritual mines inexplicably dried up and miners disappeared; then several ancient ruins moved for no reason, evil spirits permeated, and the protective formations seemed to be eroded by inexplicable forces and were in danger; in the town, there were also low-level monks who died inexplicably, and their spiritual power was drained, leaving only a shriveled body, gloomy and terrifying, and people were panicked.

Wang Lu and Narcissus noticed something strange and decided to join forces to find the truth. The two followed the clues and tracked all the way to a remote valley. The valley was filled with thick fog, and no one could be seen five steps away. The chill penetrated the bones, and the rocks around were jagged, as if a hideous beast was dormant, faintly emitting a decayed and weird smell.

Going deep into the valley, I saw strange runes engraved on the ground, with a dark green light, as if slowly creeping, revealing the power of evil curses, and the spiritual power vortex in the sky was twisted, like a gluttonous mouth, swallowing the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

"This place is so weird, I'm afraid it's the nest of that mysterious force, so be careful." Wang Lu looked solemn, and sacrificed the spiritual sword. The sword body flashed with cold light and hummed. It seemed to sense the danger and couldn't wait to cut off the evil spirit. Shui Xian'er also made a seal with her jade hands, and the fairy light protected her body. The spiritual power was dense, turning into white lotuses surrounding her. The holy breath fought against the evil spirit around her. She nodded slightly, indicating that she knew.

At this moment, bursts of strange laughter came from the depths of the thick fog, like the cry of a night owl, piercing the eardrums. Then, a group of black-robed figures flashed like ghosts, each of them erratic, their faces hidden under the shadow of the hood, only revealing their pupils, flashing a dark red light, like evil spirits from hell. "Hmph, two ignorant juniors, dare to break into this place, since you are here, leave your life!" The leader roared hoarsely, raised his hand and waved, and the black-robed people rushed up like wolves pouncing on their food, the black light condensed in the palm of the hand, turned into a series of black chains, with corrosive spiritual power, and whipped at the two.

Wang Lu raised his eyebrows, shouted angrily, and raised his sword to meet the attack. The spirit sword was like a dragon, shuttling between the black robes. Where the cold light flashed, the black chain broke and debris flew. He was agile, turning and moving, and his sword skills were sharp. Every move was full of the majestic momentum and exquisite charm honed by the upper realm. "Narcissus, don't be afraid. Look at me today, I will defeat this group of villains!" After saying that, the sword became more powerful, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, cutting through the thick fog, forcing the evil spirits around to retreat several feet.

Narcissus spat lightly, "Who is afraid? Just take care of yourself!" After saying that, she waved her white hands, and the white lotus flew out, instantly expanding several times. The stamens burst out with golden light, shooting at the black-robed man like a sharp arrow. Wherever it passed, the evil spirit dissipated and turned into wisps of green smoke. She tapped her feet lightly, with a graceful figure, shuttled to help, and cooperated with Wang Lu tacitly, just like a fairy couple flying side by side. They were both offensive and defensive, and resolved the offensives of the black-robed people one by one, and took the opportunity to counterattack, injuring several enemies.

However, how could the mysterious force be defeated so easily? Seeing that the strong attack was fruitless, the leader in black robes couldn't help but snorted coldly, and saw that he quickly formed a set of extremely complicated seals with his hands, and muttered something in his mouth. At this moment, a dull roar suddenly came from the originally calm ground at the bottom of the valley, and then it suddenly cracked!

Blinding blood lights shot up from the crack like huge pillars of light, piercing the sky. These blood lights intertwined in the air, gradually condensing into hideous and tall blood demon puppets. They exuded blazing red flames, like evil spirits from the abyss of hell, which made people shudder.

These blood demon puppets all had exposed fangs, and from time to time they let out low roars, resounding throughout the valley like thunder. As they charged, every step they took made the earth tremble, as if the land was also afraid of the terrifying power they exuded. In the blink of an eye, the group of blood demon puppets had already surged towards the two people like a tide, and a thrilling life-and-death contest began...

Wang Lu's face changed slightly when he saw this, but he was not afraid at all. He took a deep breath, threw the spirit sword in his hand into the air, and quickly changed his hand seals with both hands, shouting: "Spirit sword, control the spirit and break the demon!" The spirit sword received the order, and the light suddenly surged, splitting into thousands of sword shadows, like a sword rain, with supreme fairy power, smashing the blood demon puppets head on. Shui Xian'er also shouted, and the spiritual power around her body surged wildly. The white lotus gathered and merged, turning into a huge spirit lotus statue, floating above her head, the lotus petals stretched, and sprinkled silver-white light, echoing with Wang Lu's sword rain. Under the double attack, the blood demon puppets disintegrated one after another, blood splashed everywhere, and screamed continuously.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Lu locked onto the black-robed leader with his eyes like lightning, tapped the ground with his toes, and rushed away with his sword like lightning. The man and the sword merged into one, turning into a dazzling sword light, piercing his throat. The black-robed leader was terrified and wanted to hide, but it was too late. He felt a chill on his neck and his throat had been pierced. He stared with his eyes wide open, and he could not believe that he would be defeated by these two people until his death.

As soon as the leader fell, his huge body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The black-robed minions who were originally surrounding him instantly fled in all directions like a flock of startled birds. Some of them were in a panic and collided with each other; some rolled and crawled, in a miserable state.

In just a moment, these black-robed minions disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared. As they left, the thick fog in the valley began to slowly dissipate. At first, the fog was like a thick veil, covering the entire valley, but gradually, the veil became thinner and thinner until it completely dissipated.

When the fog dissipated, the valley finally revealed its original appearance again. However, the valley at this time was no longer as peaceful and tranquil as before, but presented a shocking scene - the ground was full of messy footprints and bloodstains, broken branches and broken stones were scattered everywhere. The originally lush vegetation was also severely damaged in the fierce battle, some were chopped down to the ground, and some were burned to ashes.

This messy scene silently witnessed the thrilling battle just now. The tense atmosphere of the battle seemed to remain in the air, which made people recall the fierce fighting scene at that time.

After this battle, Wang Lu and Shui Xian'er became more famous and became heroes praised by everyone in the Lower Fairyland. But the two knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg of the mysterious forces, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it. After that, they studied the mysterious runes and the relics of the black-robed man found in the valley day and night, visited all the wise and capable hermits in the lower fairyland, and finally gained something.

It turned out that this mysterious and powerful force actually originated from the remnant party of the evil monks in ancient times! These guys with evil intentions and trying to control everything have been secretly planning a shocking conspiracy. They are ambitious to gather the powerful power of all the spiritual veins in the entire lower fairyland to restart the legendary ancient forbidden evil formation.

Once this evil formation is successfully activated, it will release endless darkness and terror like Pandora's box. It will open a huge portal connecting to the Nine Nether Purgatory, and countless cruel demons will surge out like a tide and pour into our world.

These demons are all powerful, cruel and bloodthirsty, and they will bring destruction and disaster wherever they go. The ultimate goal of this group of ancient evil cultivators is to use the demon army as a weapon in their hands to completely subvert the prosperous world of cultivation. They longed to establish their own dark ruling order to satisfy their uncontrollable greed.

Time passed quickly, and several months had passed. The two men's cultivation had also been steadily improving in preparation for the crisis. One day, according to a secret report from an informant, the remnants of the evil cultivators would hold a blood sacrifice ceremony in the former desolate valley on the night of the full moon to officially open the evil array. Upon hearing this, Wang Lu and Shui Xian'er immediately summoned allies from all sides and made a careful plan, determined to completely wipe out the evil cultivators this time and protect the countless creatures in the lower fairyland.

The full moon was hanging high, and the silver light was scattered all over the earth. The desolate valley was once again shrouded in strange blood light, and the strong smell of blood filled the surroundings, making people sick. In the valley, the remnants of the evil cultivators gathered around a huge altar, which was engraved with complex evil array patterns. In the center, several innocent monks were tied up, looking terrified and crying in despair.

I saw that those evil cultivators were wearing black robes, tightly wrapped from head to toe, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light. They wore all kinds of hideous and terrifying masks on their heads, which made people shudder. These evil practitioners were dancing and chanting, as if they were holding an extremely evil ceremony.

As the low and obscure spells continued to sound, a strange blood-red light suddenly appeared on the originally peaceful altar. This light rose up quickly like a burning flame, turning into thick blood pillars, and continuously injected into the ground engraved with mysterious array patterns.

As more and more blood poured into the array patterns, these array patterns began to emit more and more scarlet and dazzling light, as if they were given life, flickering and jumping constantly. At the same time, waves of creepy and gloomy whistling sounds came faintly from the depths of the array patterns, as if the evil ghosts in the Nine Nether Purgatory were struggling and roaring, trying to break through the shackles and come to the world.

What's more terrifying is that the entire space seems to have been affected by this evil force, and began to show signs of distortion and tearing. The air around became extremely heavy and depressing, making people almost breathless.

"Humph! You evil cultivators dared to stir up trouble here and destroy lives. Today is your death!" Only a roar was heard, like a thunder, resounding through the valley. It turned out that Wang Lu led the crowd, swooping down from the top of the valley like a tiger descending from the mountain. He was agile and fast, and wherever he passed, he brought a gust of wind, rustling the leaves around him.

Wang Lu led the way and rushed to the front. He was holding a sword with a cold and shining light, as if he could cut off all the evil in the world. His eyes were extremely sharp, revealing a killing aura that made people shudder.

Narcissus, who followed closely behind, was not to be outdone. She was graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth. She kept waving talismans in her hands, and those talismans quickly burned in the air, turning into a rain of fire all over the sky, and smashed towards the evil cultivators in the valley like an overwhelming rain of fire. Wherever the rain of fire went, a raging fire instantly ignited, illuminating the entire valley red.

In an instant, shouts of killing resounded through the sky, and the two sides engaged in a fierce melee. The flashes of swords and swords were intertwined, and the magic weapons shone brightly. Although the evil cultivators were numerous, they gradually became unable to resist the fierce attacks of Wang Lu and his righteous army.

Wang Lu rushed straight to the altar, and the evil cultivators along the way were invincible. Wherever the spirit sword passed, blood rained. However, the evil cultivators came prepared this time, offering many strange magic weapons, including ghost gourds that could spit out corrosive poisonous fog, and soul-calling banners that summoned resentful spirits, which were dangerous.

But Wang Lu had no intention of retreating. His sword moves were unpredictable, either turning sword energy into a shield to resist the poisonous fog; or crushing resentful spirits with sword energy, and approaching the altar step by step. Narcissus cooperated with her allies to set up a spiritual cage to trap the fleeing evil cultivators, and used healing magic to protect her own wounded to ensure a stable defense line.

Seeing that the evil formation was about to take shape, Wang Lu was extremely anxious. He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spirit sword. The spirit sword hummed and instantly turned into a huge sword of a hundred feet. The light was dazzling and it slashed towards the altar with the power of destroying the world. "Break it for me!" With a loud shout, the giant sword fell, the altar collapsed, the blood column shattered, and the light of the broken formation pattern splashed like fireworks. The evil cultivators in the formation screamed and turned into ashes. The bound monks were rescued and collapsed to the ground. After surviving the disaster, they burst into tears.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the leader of the evil cultivators tried to tear open the crack in the space to escape. How could Wang Lu let him succeed? He flashed and chased him to the front, and worked together with Shuixian'er to perform the strongest fairy magic. Wang Lu pointed his sword to the sky, attracting the spiritual power of heaven and earth to gather into a vast sword river; Shuixian'er held up her hands to the sky, and the spirit lotus Dharma image bloomed endless Buddha light, and the two merged.

It turned into a purifying light, rushing towards the evil leader like a torrent, and instantly submerged him. With only a shrill scream, the evil leader disappeared, his soul was scattered, and there was no trace of him. The rest of the remnants were also caught in one fell swoop, either captured or executed.

After this battle, the Lower Fairyland returned to peace, the mountains and rivers remained the same, and the fireworks became more prosperous. Wang Lu and Shui Xian'er stood side by side on the top of the city, overlooking this familiar and beloved land, smiled at each other, and clasped their hands. The memories of the past blended with the joy of victory today. They knew that the road to cultivating immortals in the future was long and there would be many storms, but as long as they walked hand in hand, the Lower Fairyland would always be a paradise full of hope and warmth, and their story would also be like the legend of this fairyland, passed down from generation to generation, and never end.