Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

After traveling two or three li, he arrived at a fork in the road with four branches. Zhang Yuanjing took out the sensing device, infused it with mana, and faintly sensed that the path on the second branch to the left was the one, so he chose this path and continued forward.

The scenery inside the cave was exactly the same as before, with only rocks and soil, and nothing else unusual.

After walking for several dozen zhang, Zhang Yuanjing was feeling bored when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and a chilling aura rushed onto him, instantly invading his meridians. He heard several "crack" sounds as a thick layer of frost formed all over his body.

His whole body stiffened, and his blood and mana were frozen. Only a little bit of his divine sense could still be used. However, since his physical body could not move, his divine sense was useless in his current situation.

Zhang Yuanjing was both surprised and suspicious, because neither Lao Deren nor the three of Wu Jixiong, nor even the old senior Huoya Daoren, had mentioned this situation at all. Shouldn't such a dangerous thing, even if not introduced in detail, at least warrant a mention? Or did they not know about it either? If so, this sudden freezing wind was a new danger unique to this Profound Yin Cave!

According to Wu Jixiong and the others, after falling from the ditch, he had only just entered the surface layer of the Profound Yin Cave. He would have to travel at least dozens of li through this winding underground cave to reach the deep abyss where the Profound Yin Grass grew.

The surface layer had neither Yin Cold poison nor Yin Fire Bats. Other than guarding against other cultivators, it could be said that there were no dangers at all. At this time, this inexplicable freezing wind was several times stronger than the Yin Nether Qi he had just seen, and was definitely not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could resist.

Zhang Yuanjing was helpless, and watched helplessly as the Yin Cold Qi that covered his body continued to devour his vitality, his heart filled with despair.

Fortunately, perhaps sensing that this Yin Cold Qi threatened Zhang Yuanjing's life, the jade pendant hanging on his chest began to release an unknown power, slowly forcing back the spread and penetration of this Qi.

He secretly felt lucky and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a black shadow moved towards him.

When it got closer, he saw that it was a cultivator. This person's divine sense was not affected by the frost like Zhang Yuanjing's, and could still extend two or three hundred zhang forward without any terrain obstacles. He had naturally discovered Zhang Yuanjing's "ice sculpture" from afar, but he did not speed up his pace because of this, and still walked slowly and unhurriedly.

When he got closer, Zhang Yuanjing used his weak divine sense to see the person's face clearly, and his heart sank.

This person was actually a rogue cultivator that Wu Jixiong had specifically mentioned, named Wei Jixian. This person had originally come from a small sect, but later broke away from the sect due to a dispute with his fellow disciples, killed the pursuing law enforcement disciples, and used a secret of this sect to instigate a certain medium-sized force to destroy the sect.

After that, Wei Jixian did not join any sect and had always been a loner, cultivating to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage by his own strength. Because this person had a notorious reputation and was accustomed to killing people and robbing treasures, and his fighting ability was also quite strong, Wu Jixiong specifically told Zhang Yuanjing and the others that if they encountered him in the cave, they should avoid him if possible and not fight him head-on.

Zhang Yuanjing hurriedly communicated with the Hou Tu Huayu Cauldron with his divine sense, but the treasure did not respond. He communicated again, but found that his divine sense was as weak as a candle in the wind, flickering and unstable, and he was unable to lock onto the small cauldron right in front of his chest.

He was immediately panicked. The Hou Tu Huayu Cauldron was his last life-saving method. If he could not communicate with it, he would really die here this time.

Even though he had experienced life and death several times, when he faced death again, he was still frightened, trembling all over, and wishing he could shout and scream to vent the fear in his heart.

However, he was now extremely weak. Apart from vaguely sensing that Wei Jixian was approaching, his weak divine sense could do nothing.

The strange power released by the jade cauldron, although dispelling the freezing of the Yin Cold Qi, was very slow, and could not solve the immediate crisis at all.

When Wei Jixian saw Zhang Yuanjing, who was like an ice sculpture, a look of vigilance appeared on his face. Although he could not sense any cultivator's aura within a mile around him, he had been in the world for a long time and did not relax his vigilance because of this.

He carefully looked at Zhang Yuanjing. The frost was not very thick, and there were no traces of damage, indicating that this person's storage bag was likely still on his body, and a few traces of greed appeared in his eyes.

However, he thought in his heart that this might also be a trap set by someone else, who might be lurking somewhere, concealing his aura with a secret method or treasure, while the ice sculpture in front of him concealed a profound mechanism to paralyze the person who came, and launch a thunderous attack at a critical moment.

Wei Jixian stood still five zhang away from Zhang Yuanjing, neither moving forward nor retreating.

After a quarter of an hour, he suddenly moved, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed a fiery red round bead, and then controlled the bead to approach Zhang Yuanjing, slowly rotating around him. The firelight in the bead slowly flickered, and after a dozen breaths, a cluster of flames burst out from the bead and burned fiercely.

Using the dazzling firelight, Wei Jixian carefully examined the frost on Zhang Yuanjing's body. However, to his disappointment, the frost did not show any signs of melting under the scorching of the fire that could melt gold and iron.

He did not immediately take back the bead, but tapped his finger lightly and urged the fire to become more intense, and controlled the bead to stick to the frost.

After half a quarter of an hour, the frost seemed to have melted a little, but the fire seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water, and suddenly weakened a bit. Just as he was hesitating, the fire weakened again and again, and in just two breaths, it was only 30% of its most vigorous state.

Wei Jixian secretly thought something was wrong, and with a flick of his hand, he was about to take back the bead. However, after the magic was cast, the bead did not move at all. He raised 30% of his mana again and pointed at the bead with force. His fingers trembled slightly, a flush of red appeared on his face, and he lightly shouted, "Return."

However, it was still useless. The bead was still tightly attached to Zhang Yuanjing's body, showing no sign of returning.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he used the magic again, but found that there was no trace of his own aura in the bead. In just a few breaths, the aura that he had refined for many years and had been deeply integrated into the bead had been refined away by a mysterious force.

Could it be this person who did it? Wei Jixian looked at Zhang Yuanjing with a solemn expression, and then shook his head. This person was covered in thick frost, and he could not sense much vitality. The signs of the operation of the spiritual machine were even more imperceptible. Even if this person was not dead, with his current state, it was absolutely impossible for him to refine the aura in the bead.

His eyes wandered back and forth over the frost, and he roughly understood in his heart that if he did not solve this thing, let alone get this person's storage bag, it would be impossible for him to take back his own bead.

Looking at the frost, the eyes of this notorious rogue cultivator flickered uncertainly, and he fell into deep thought.

The aura on the bead just now was actually absorbed by the frost. This frost was formed by a kind of extremely Yin and extremely cold Qi melting Zhang Yuanjing's body's aura. After absorbing the fire Qi in the bead, a small ball had already dissipated, releasing a little mellow Qi, which was absorbed into Zhang Yuanjing's body, slightly relieving the stiffness of his mana, and the power of his divine soul also recovered a bit.

Wei Jixian's eyes were fixed on the bead, and a look of heartache was revealed in his eyes. This bead was called the Li Fire Bead, and it was a high-grade spiritual weapon. It was not outstanding in individual combat, but when combined with several other methods that he had cultivated and used skillfully for many years, it could exert great power. It was one of the three spiritual weapons that he relied on.

He was finally reluctant to give it up. With a flick of his hand, he sacrificed a purple-red jade ruler and struck it towards Zhang Yuanjing's head. With a "pa" sound, the jade ruler hit the frost on Zhang Yuanjing's head heavily. Zhang Yuanjing trembled slightly, but the frost did not change in any way.

This jade ruler was called the Red Saltpeter Ruler, and it was made of a fire-attribute ore called red saltpeter. No matter what kind of object it hit, it would burn it at the moment of impact, and it was especially good at destroying the aura and forbidden arrays in spiritual weapons.

He did not look at the effect, but controlled the jade ruler to repeatedly slap Zhang Yuanjing's body. After five hundred strikes in one breath, he felt that he had consumed a lot of mana, and then he stopped. He took a few steps forward, stood three zhang away from Zhang Yuanjing, and reached out to take the Li Fire Bead. The Li Fire Bead trembled extremely slightly.

He was overjoyed, knowing that this method was feasible, so he took out a Qi recovery pill, meditated to restore some mana, and controlled the jade ruler to slap the frost again. After another three hundred strikes, the frost finally weakened significantly, and he once again tried to capture the Li Fire Bead. This time, the Li Fire Bead trembled violently.

When Wei Jixian saw that it could be done, he took a few steps forward, put his hand close to the Li Fire Bead within a zhang, and captured it with all his strength. The Li Fire Bead immediately broke away from the frost and returned to his hand. He quickly retracted his hand and probed it by injecting mana.

As soon as he checked, his expression immediately stiffened. There was no trace of fire Qi in the Li Fire Bead. Although, if he put this bead into the earth fire, the lost fire Qi could be nurtured back after decades, but it was useless at this time.

An inexplicable anger immediately surged in his heart. Back then, it was a junior brother in the sect who relied on his ancestor being an elder of the sect and snatched a high-grade magic weapon from him, and he killed this person in a rage and broke away from the sect.

In his cultivation career, anyone who coveted his spiritual weapons was killed by him by various means. At this time, because this frost had damaged his spiritual weapon, how could he swallow this breath? He immediately clenched the jade ruler, mobilized all his mana, and smashed it straight at Zhang Yuanjing.

Wei Jixian had cultivated fire-attribute techniques for more than 230 years, and his fire spiritual power was extremely pure. When this ruler was smashed out, a vast fire power gushed out, and immediately melted half of the frost on Zhang Yuanjing's body, creating a large amount of mellow Qi. With the help of this Qi, Zhang Yuanjing's mana immediately broke free from the stiff state and began to slowly circulate. At the same time, the strange power released by the jade cauldron also quickly moved to all parts of his body, dispelling the Yin Cold Qi that had frozen his limbs and bones.

Wei Jixian struck out several more rulers, finally breaking the frost. Zhang Yuanjing's meridians were freed from restraint, and his mana flowed like a rolling river, immediately dispelling all the Yin Cold Qi from his body.

At this time, Wei Jixian saw that the frost had broken, and Zhang Yuanjing was revealed intact, his aura stable. He knew that he had been helped to escape, and his heart was filled with annoyance and disgust. So, a murderous intent arose, and taking advantage of Zhang Yuanjing's breathing adjustment, he raised the jade ruler and struck directly at his heart.

Zhang Yuanjing's mana had just recovered, and he had no time to sacrifice a spiritual weapon. He only dodged slightly, and was hit on the chest by the jade ruler, and was immediately sent flying four or five zhang away. He coughed violently in pain. After taking a breath, he quickly sacrificed the Profound Crystal Axe.

When Wei Jixian saw that Zhang Yuanjing had endured his full blow and only coughed a few times, his eyes shrank. He sacrificed the Red Saltpeter Ruler in mid-air and was about to pinch the magic to attack again, when he suddenly felt a cold air pouring into his body, instantly freezing his meridians and mana. Then, his whole body stiffened and he could not move.

When Zhang Yuanjing saw that Wei Jixian suddenly paused, as if something had happened, he did not want to fight him, so he threw a low-grade, low-quality Stone Wall Talisman forward, turned around and flew away.