Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Capturing the blue-faced ferret was imperative and needed to be done as soon as possible. However, Misty Spirit Mountain was quite far away. If difficulties were encountered and delays occurred, the trip would take at least a month or two to return.

For ten years, Crimson Cloud Palace seemed to have forgotten about Zhang Yuanjing, as if he didn't exist. Naturally, he was happy to take it easy. However, Ling Jianzi's strength was always etched in his mind. He knew that this person would never give up easily. The fact that he hadn't appeared in ten years probably meant he was cultivating some ultimate technique. Continuing to wait passively would be too disadvantageous.

During these ten years, he had been constantly devising tactics, familiarizing himself with spiritual tools, and preparing to deal with Ling Jianzi's sudden attacks. This pressure, on the one hand, forced him to cultivate every second and not dare to slack off in the slightest. On the other hand, it also somewhat interfered with his state of mind, preventing him from entering a completely calm state, which affected his cultivation progress.

Now that the old cultivation stage had ended and the new one was yet to begin, it was a perfect window of opportunity to take the initiative and resolve this matter.

Therefore, he no longer hesitated. He told Zhang Xuan that he was going out to handle some matters, which might take a long or short time, and that she shouldn't worry. Then, he rode his sword and headed east along the Crimson Creek River, regardless of whether the mortal cities below saw him.

After flying for less than a day, he saw a large lake thousands of miles in circumference from the sky. The water was vast and clear, like a piece of jade. It was the Crimson Creek Lake.

Around the lake, green mountains formed a barrier, and palace gardens were everywhere. In the middle of the lake was an island dozens of miles in circumference, called Moon Embracing Island. The island's terrain was undulating, and the forests were lush and green.

A magnificent palace, built against the mountain, was often shrouded in mist, giving it an otherworldly and transcendent appearance. This was the Crimson Cloud Palace established by Ling Jianzi and others.

"Who is the Daoist friend? Coming here... You are Zhang Jing!" Zhang Yuanjing was still dozens of miles away from Crimson Cloud Palace when a sword light rose from the palace and came to meet him.

This person shouted from afar, but when he got closer, he recognized Zhang Yuanjing's identity.

This person was Daoist Ling Zhuzi, who was in charge of the daily affairs of Crimson Cloud Palace. It just so happened that something had occurred recently, and several Foundation Establishment elders in the palace were absent. Ling Jianzi was also in seclusion, so he had to come forward to question him personally.

"Hehe, it's you. What's your name, Daoist friend? Last time we met in a hurry, and we didn't have time to exchange names!" Zhang Yuanjing smiled casually.

"I am Ling Zhuzi. What brings Daoist Zhang here?" As soon as Ling Zhuzi saw that it was Zhang Yuanjing, he immediately remembered the blood feud of his junior brother Ling Yunzi, and his eyes suddenly shot out a fierce light.

"Please inform Daoist Ling Jianzi. Tell him that I want to fight him and humbly request his guidance!" Zhang Yuanjing didn't waste any words and immediately stated his purpose.

"Challenge Senior Brother Ling Jianzi?"

Ling Zhuzi, mindful that he was not this person's opponent, was about to transmit a message to his senior brother to see if he could take action. Unexpectedly, this person actually took the initiative to challenge Ling Jianzi, which surprised him. He immediately used his Qi Observation Technique to take a closer look and found that Zhang Yuanjing's aura was indeed much stronger than it had been ten years ago, but he was still at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and his strength had not undergone any qualitative change. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

So he sneered, "Senior Brother Ling Jianzi is in seclusion and has not come out. If you insist on fighting him, then wait for a while. Perhaps in ten or fifteen days, he will come out of seclusion."

He was playing for time, preparing to take the opportunity to recall the several Foundation Establishment cultivators he had sent out as quickly as possible and besiege the great enemy of the sect together.

Just as Zhang Yuanjing was about to inquire, a vigorous and powerful voice came from below: "You've come at the right time! I have completed my cultivation and was just about to seek you out for a battle. You took the initiative to come to my door. It seems that you and I are truly destined opponents!"

Still wearing a black robe, Ling Jianzi rode his flying sword and rushed over from below.

His thin face was somewhat pale due to prolonged seclusion, and his originally thick beard was even more disheveled. Only his eyes were bright and radiant, but unlike the sharpness he had shown the last time they met, they now appeared quite peaceful.

Zhang Yuanjing's expression became solemn. He came from a large sect and had considerable knowledge. He knew that Ling Jianzi had entered the realm of inner radiance, which meant that his control over his own essence, Qi, and spirit had reached an extremely high level. Such a Ling Jianzi was undoubtedly even more terrifying.

However, he did not believe his so-called "completion of cultivation." With this person's character and style, if he had truly completed his cultivation, he would have already come to his door, so why would he wait for him to seek him out?

He made a Daoist salute and said with a double meaning, "Daoist friend, we meet again! It seems that your cultivation has improved again, which I truly admire!"

Ling Jianzi asked very seriously, "What do you mean by 'improvement', Daoist friend?"

Zhang Yuanjing knew that he understood the hidden meaning in his words, so he was playing with words and asking this question to suppress his momentum. He immediately smiled and said generously, "Daoist friend is in the realm of Great Perfection, yet he can face imperfection. This is what I mean by 'improvement'. I wonder if I am wrong?"

These words were rich in "Dao" and "reason" and were very sharp.

If Ling Jianzi admitted that Zhang Yuanjing was right, he would undoubtedly be admitting that his Great Perfection in the Foundation Establishment stage was actually imperfect. This would inevitably leave a flaw in his state of mind, allowing Zhang Yuanjing to gain the upper hand for no reason. If he thought that Zhang Yuanjing was wrong, it would be equivalent to saying that his ten years of hard work had made no progress and was purely useless, which would undoubtedly weaken his momentum.

If it were anyone else, Zhang Yuanjing would not have bothered to do this, but Ling Jianzi valued momentum in battle, and both verbal and spiritual tool confrontations involved the ebb and flow of momentum. Therefore, he had to confront him tit-for-tat and suppress his momentum as much as possible.

Ling Jianzi did not expect Zhang Yuanjing to have such ingenuity, deflecting and attacking at the same time, turning the tables on him. He immediately felt a sense of loss. However, he was, after all, a person of strong will and quickly removed these distracting thoughts from his mind. He raised his head and laughed loudly, "Knowing is easy, but doing is difficult. I have been sharpening my sword for ten years and have already conquered myself! Since you're here, then let's fight. Take my sword!"

The magic seals in his hand moved like lightning, and the red and black swords soared into the sky, one in front and one behind, heading straight for Zhang Yuanjing's face.

Zhang Yuanjing had already prepared himself. He raised his hands, holding the Soul Restraining Hoe in his right hand and the Earth Sinking Ruler in his left hand. Spiritual power filled them, and the spiritual weapons shone with a faint light. He adopted an attacking stance, his momentum no less than Ling Jianzi's sudden attack.

The red sword was short and thick, shaped like a sharp cone, and attacked first, like a vanguard, advancing courageously. The black sword was long and narrow, shaped like a long thorn, and followed behind, like the main force for storming fortifications, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Although the two swords were separated, they were like one.

Zhang Yuanjing's eyes widened, staring at the red sword. The moment it was about to strike his face, he swung the Soul Restraining Hoe and knocked it away. The red sword spun around, its aura restrained, not giving the Soul Restraining Hoe the slightest chance to restrain its spiritual energy.

At the same time, the black sword accelerated, advancing straight along the central path, stabbing towards his eyes. At this time, his right hand had already been swung out and he had no time to defend, so he raised the Earth Sinking Ruler in his left hand and protected his eyes. With a crisp "Ding" sound, the black sword recoiled, shooting back three feet, landing behind the hovering red sword, still maintaining the formation of one in front and one behind.

Zhang Yuanjing retreated several steps in the air, taking a deep breath. The black sword's attack power was twice that of the red sword, and the power was concentrated on one point, actually creating a crack in the high-grade spiritual weapon Earth Sinking Ruler. This was only the first strike. What shocked him even more was that Ling Jianzi's use of magic power had almost reached the realm of free control and precise accuracy. Even if the Soul Gathering Hoe hit his spiritual weapon, it could not restrain its spiritual energy.

Ling Jianzi's face was as deep as water, and he did not show any smugness. On the other hand, Ling Zhuzi, who was watching the battle from the side, showed an expression as if it should be so. Ling Jianzi continued to change the magic seals in his hand, and the red and black swords sought opportunities to attack.

This time, Zhang Yuanjing used the Earth Sinking Ruler to block the red sword. However, at the moment when the two weapons collided, the power of this red sword actually increased by more than double compared to the first time, and it forcibly drilled a pit the size of a soybean in the Earth Sinking Ruler. Then, the red sword retreated, and the black sword attacked. The power of the black sword was only as powerful as the first sword of the red sword, and it also did not give the Soul Restraining Hoe a chance to restrain its spiritual energy.

At this time, Zhang Yuanjing finally understood that Ling Jianzi's two swords seemed to be two, but in fact they were one. They attacked separately, but the magic power could be transferred at any time, merging into one. This was truly miraculous.

To say that there was a flaw, there was only one, that is, the two swords could not be separated too far, and must be kept within an appropriate distance.

However, whether or not he could exploit this flaw depended on Ling Jianzi.

And Ling Jianzi's control of the two swords was skillful and precise, and the offensive was fierce. The previous sword rotated, and the subsequent sword attacked. The two swords were seamlessly connected, like a stream of swords, continuous and uninterrupted, not only not giving Zhang Yuanjing a chance to exploit the flaw, but even making him unable to catch his breath, and he was exhausted to deal with it.

In this way, the red and black swords attacked wildly twenty-four swords in three breaths, and then there was a crackling sound, and Zhang Yuanjing's Earth Sinking Ruler was broken into two pieces, leaving only half a root in his hand.

Zhang Yuanjing's expression was solemn, but he was not flustered. His divine sense fell to his feet, and he fully activated the Divine Swift Boots, retreating ten feet to the rear, re-opening the distance of the battle.

The rainbow-like momentum accumulated by Ling Jianzi's continuous attacks was suddenly frustrated. According to the original idea, his attack must be like a storm, without stopping for a moment, until the momentum has been extremely accumulated, and then a sword to break through Zhang Yuanjing's defense, happily to kill it.

However, Zhang Yuanjing's retreat interrupted his attack rhythm, and if he wanted to continue, he could only immediately push forward a sword, first entangle Zhang Yuanjing, and then bring the other sword to re-form the flow of the sword and continue to create a continuous momentum.

However, there is a flaw in this. Once the black and red swords are too far apart, the transfer of power between the two cannot be completed. At that time, once the first sword is hit by the Soul Restraining Hoe, it will be restrained from its spiritual energy, so that the cooperation of the two swords cannot be complete.

Numerous thoughts flashed through Ling Jianzi's mind in an instant, and he immediately made a decision. With a move of the magic seal in his hand, he commanded the red sword that had rotated in place to attack Zhang Yuanjing first.

Zhang Yuanjing's divine sense had returned from the Divine Swift Boots, and he waved the Soul Restraining Hoe, attacking the red sword.

But how could Ling Jianzi let him get his wish? He had already reserved his strength, and with a wave of his Qi, the red sword turned aside, circled half a circle, and attacked Zhang Yuanjing again.

At the same time, Ling Jianzi had already controlled the black sword and approached Zhang Yuanjing.

Zhang Yuanjing's heart moved, and he thought of a strategy. Immediately, he controlled his Qi and retreated three feet again. This time, he did not use the Divine Swift Boots. Then, he took out the Xuanjing Axe and held it in his left hand.

Ling Jianzi's eyes narrowed, revealing a bit of understanding, and he quickly approached Zhang Yuanjing. The black and red swords also once again presented an attacking posture of one in front and one behind.

This time, the main attack of the two swords was the Xuanjing Axe. This axe was specially made by Wu Yuankui to collect high-quality spiritual materials for Zhang Yuanjing. The material was excellent and was still as strong as ever after being attacked by the two swords for more than ten times.

However, Ling Jianzi launched an attack like an angry wave, not to damage Zhang Yuanjing's spiritual weapon, but to accumulate the momentum of advancing forward, so he didn't care about this.

Zhang Yuanjing certainly understood his purpose. Seeing that his momentum had already shown signs of great success, he once again stimulated the Divine Swift Boots, moving ten feet away horizontally, forcing Ling Jianzi to interrupt his accumulation of momentum.

Ling Jianzi's expression was as usual, and he was not frustrated by this. Instead, as before, he entangled Zhang Yuanjing again, continuing the momentum of the double swords' continuous and tidal attack.

This time, because of the foundation accumulated in the previous two times, the double swords quickly accumulated a strong and absolute potential energy, and it was about to reach the peak.

Zhang Yuanjing showed a bit of panic, pushed the Xuanjing Axe forward fiercely, knocking away the double swords, but the magic power surged from his feet, retreating five feet backwards.

Ling Jianzi's eyes lit up, shooting out a calm and sharp gaze. With a finger of the magic seal in his hand, the black sword that had rotated in place immediately shot out like lightning, with a sound of breaking through the air, directly slashing at Zhang Yuanjing's head.

Zhang Yuanjing hurriedly waved the Soul Restraining Hoe, knocking the black sword away, and at the same time successfully restraining about 10% of the magic power of this sword. Hindered by this, the speed of the black sword's return became slower, which actually affected the transfer of magic power between the two swords.

Ling Jianzi didn't care at all, because the red sword had already swept out following the black sword, without the need to borrow strength, only relying on the magic power already in the sword, and the sword momentum that had already accumulated to a very high point, it slashed towards Zhang Yuanjing's head without hesitation. He was confident that no spiritual weapon could block this attack, unless he had guessed wrong, and Zhang Yuanjing's instantaneous movement trick could be used continuously in a short period of time.

Seeing that the red sword was about to be added to his neck, Zhang Yuanjing waved his hand, took out the Horn of the Flame Beast, and stabbed it at the red sword.

"Boom!" The two objects collided. How could the red sword be the opponent of the golden horn? Immediately, under the heavy pressure of the giant force, it disintegrated inch by inch, turning into dozens of pieces of debris and falling in all directions.

Zhang Yuanjing was rushed by the powerful sword momentum, staggered back a few steps in the air, and quickly stood firm. His left hand holding the Horn of the Flame Beast was also cracked, and blood was flowing.

"The Horn of the Flame Beast!"

"Who are you from the Hidden Yang Sect?"

Two shouts sounded, one in surprise and one in a stern roar.

Zhang Yuanjing ignored them, took out the Yin Wind Blade and threw it into the air. At the same time, he withdrew the Soul Restraining Hoe and moved towards the black sword that was spitting out a cold sword light.

"Dangerous, Junior Brother, be careful!"

Ling Jianzi's divine sense was keen, and he sensed that the Yin Wind Blade had sneaked into the vicinity, and he quickly reminded him. At the same time, he sacrificed a red short sword.

This sword was what he used to use, but it was only a middle-grade spiritual weapon, but after all, it was connected to his Qi, and it could still be used at a critical moment.

At this time, Ling Jianzi had no time to take care of the black sword that was swimming outside, and he was concentrating on guarding against his side, while the red sword was suspended above his head, emitting bursts of fiery Qi.

Ling Zhuzi had not seen the power of the Yin Wind Blade, but since he had been reminded by Ling Jianzi, he immediately sacrificed a thick and simple golden yellow shield to block in front of him.

Zhang Yuanjing was not very interested in killing Ling Zhuzi. His divine sense communicated with the Yin Wind Blade, leading it to flash out from the air three feet to the left of Ling Jianzi, and slash at his neck.

Ling Jianzi stepped back, barely dodging the Yin Wind Blade. The red sword above his head chased the blade straight from behind, trying to entangle it and make it appear outside, rather than hiding it invisibly.

However, the Yin Wind Blade was, after all, a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it was good at flying and hiding. How could a middle-grade spiritual weapon control it? It just swept lightly and disappeared, re-hiding its figure.

"Go!"

Ling Jianzi suddenly shouted and dashed forward several steps. He pointed a hand seal at the black sword, manipulating it to attack Zhang Yuanjing, who was approaching. At the same time, he used the red sword to protect himself, preventing a surprise attack from the Yin Wind Saber.

“Senior Brother?”

“Go! Don’t get in the way here!”

Ling Zhuzi, with her heart connected to his, knew that this was an extremely dangerous moment. She quickly retracted the golden shield, waved her hand, and threw out a red and white round pellet. Then, without looking back, she flew towards the Tongyun Palace below.

That pellet was called the Fire Mist Bomb. It was made by mixing the blood of a three-foot-long or larger Red-Finned Fire-Patterned Fish with several spiritual materials. After it exploded, it would release a water mist, but the water mist contained fire poison, which was very strange. Those who didn’t know about it were often easily caught, injured by the fire poison.

This bomb was very difficult to refine, with only a dozen or so produced each year. The vast majority were offered to the Crimson Blood Valley, and only a few Foundation Establishment cultivators in the palace had one or two in their possession. As for Ling Jianzi, he only recognized flying swords and naturally looked down on this item.

As the Fire Mist Bomb flew out, Ling Jianzi immediately understood Ling Zhuzi’s intention. He moved the red sword close to the pellet, attached to it, and shot towards Zhang Yuanjing. Seeing an unknown flying projectile, Zhang Yuanjing didn’t dare to be careless. He wielded his hoe to block the black sword’s attacks several times, and after successfully detaining thirty percent of its mana, he activated his Swift Travel Boots to dodge the red sword.

Of course, Ling Jianzi didn’t expect this move to injure Zhang Yuanjing. He only waited for the red sword to get close to his opponent before detonating the red sword, and simultaneously detonating the Fire Mist Bomb, forming a strange mist in the air.

Afterward, he reached out and recalled the black sword, fleeing directly towards Tongyun Palace. A clear breeze blew from the lake, shaking his headscarf and casting a lonely expression on his face.