Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

While Wei Jixian was indeed a formidable fighter, Zhang Yuanjing was no longer the "Rat Taoist" of yesteryear and had no reason to fear a battle.

In truth, although this person harbored malicious intentions, he had, after all, saved his life. To engage in a fierce battle without understanding the situation would not only be unnecessary but also smack of repaying kindness with enmity. Therefore, it would be better to retreat and temporarily avoid the confrontation, preserving both his own principles and his strength.

Zhang Yuanjing flew two or three miles before suddenly remembering something and stopping abruptly.

Since that inexplicable chill had appeared once, it was bound to be present everywhere in the cave. If he continued to rush forward recklessly and encountered it again, there might not be anyone to come to his rescue.

He cautiously moved forward. In the pitch-black cave, the Yin and Nether Qi permeated the air, omnipresent, constantly covering his spirit like a layer of light blue gauze, hindering his divine sense. This made cultivators who were accustomed to using their divine sense as eyes extremely uncomfortable, constantly in a state of extreme tension. Any slight disturbance would cause extraordinary suspicion and vigilance.

In this situation, the appearance of a kind of Yin chill that could instantly freeze the body was simply adding fuel to the fire and piling snow on frost.

Especially since this inexplicable chill came and went unpredictably, without a trace, making it impossible to defend against. Once struck, one would be helpless and could only wait for death.

Zhang Yuanjing walked nervously for a dozen or so feet, realizing that this wouldn't do. If he continued like this, when would he be able to meet up with the other three? And even if they met up, how would they find the Xuan Yin Grass? If he couldn't think of a solution, he might as well return the way he came.

He pondered for a quarter of an hour and finally came up with a clumsy solution: using spiritual weapons to scout ahead. Anyway, he had quite a few magical artifacts and useless low-grade spiritual weapons on him. Why not use them as expendable items?

So, he gathered the magical artifacts he had obtained from Spirit Sword Master, Spirit Luck Master, and Spirit Pivot Taoist, and placed them all in the storage bag he used to store combat items. Then, he picked out two ordinary ones and manipulated them with his magic power, having them hover three feet in front of and behind him. If that inexplicable Yin chill attacked, it would naturally hit the magical artifacts first, giving him time to dodge.

With this, Zhang Yuanjing felt a little more at ease and accelerated forward, following the direction indicated by the sensing spiritual artifact.

Although the road in the cave was rugged and bumpy, it was constantly descending, leading straight into the depths of the earth.

After traveling for more than ten miles, the magical artifact in front suddenly made a "ding" sound, as if it had been wrapped by something, and then fell straight to the ground.

Zhang Yuanjing was startled and immediately reacted, quickly retreating a few steps. He focused his divine sense on the place where the magical artifact had fallen, but apart from the lingering Yin and Nether Qi, there was nothing unusual. He looked at the magical artifact on the ground and saw that it was covered in frost, its spiritual energy completely lost, trembling as if it was about to explode.

Zhang Yuanjing swallowed hard, feeling a bit of relief. With a flash, he quickly passed the magical artifact on the ground and hurried forward, while also offering another magical artifact, still hovering three feet in front of him.

Before he had gone ten feet, he heard a soft sound from behind. He swept his divine sense back and, sure enough, the magical artifact had exploded from the inside, turning into several pieces.

After traveling five or six miles, he had already destroyed four magical artifacts. The most dangerous situation was when passing a fork in the cave. The Yin chill swept in from the side, but luckily he was careful enough to offer two more magical artifacts in advance, protecting his left and right sides. This blocked the sneak attack of the chill and saved his life, but also scared him into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the signal from the sensing spiritual artifact was getting stronger and stronger. He was not far from where Wu Jixiong was. With several people traveling together, even if one person encountered danger, the others could still help.

Not far ahead, there was another fork in the road, with four paths leading in all directions. Upon closer inspection, there were actually seven岔roads.

He smiled wryly and grabbed six more magical artifacts from his storage bag, including knives, swords, spears, clubs, rulers, and beads, throwing them around him and controlling them with his divine sense.

Fortunately, they were magical artifacts. Otherwise, with his divine sense suppressed by 80%, he would not be able to control more than three spiritual weapons at the same time.

He then took out the sensing spiritual artifact and carefully identified the direction, which pointed to the third road on the right.

He carefully manipulated the magical artifacts, protecting all sides tightly, and rushed forward, entering that cave.

As soon as he entered, he saw an ice sculpture more than seven feet tall standing in front of him. Perhaps it had not been frozen for long, as the ice color was still light, and he could still make out the person's appearance: a long, black-red face, eyes like starlight, and a thick mustache as hard as steel around his thick lips. He had a broad back and a thick waist, and carried a wide and long giant sword on his back. He was a member of the Heavy Sword Sect, one of the five sects.

Most of the people in this sect were tall and strong, with extraordinary appearances, and their attire was also very unique, so Zhang Yuanjing had a deep impression of them.

He flashed to the side, bypassed the person, and walked a few steps before stopping again.

He suddenly remembered who this person was.

In the Water Moon Pavilion, Wu Jixiong and Qing Weihong had mentioned the Foundation Establishment Completion cultivators from the five sects who had entered the Xuan Yin Cave, specifically mentioning this person—Zhong Bixing.

They said that he had two characteristics: one was that he was obsessed with the sword, to the point of being infatuated. Although he had reached Completion early on, he refused to break through the realm with pills, insisting on breaking through with the sword. As a result, he had wasted a hundred years, which made people sigh. However, this person never changed his original intention. This time, entering the Xuan Yin Cave was only to contribute to the sect, not for the Enlightenment Spirit Pill.

The other was that he was true to his name, always keeping his promises and acting uprightly. Qing Weihong had many dissatisfactions with the Heavy Sword Sect, but he admired this person very much and specifically told many anecdotes about him, which left a deep impression on Zhang Yuanjing.

There must be more than one person from the Heavy Sword Sect here. It was estimated that they had been separated after landing and had not yet had time to reunite before being frozen by this Yin chill.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling a desire to help. Although the five sects were not friends, their direct descendants were not here to compete with rogue cultivators, and there was no life-or-death relationship between them. Moreover, if this person was really as Wu Jixiong and Qing Weihong had said, he was someone worth making friends with.

He also thought that Wei Jixian had unintentionally saved his life, and given his character, it would be difficult for him to have another chance to repay him. But he never expected to encounter Zhong Bixing in danger. This was truly karmic retribution, mysterious and difficult to explain.

With this thought, he turned around, walked behind the ice sculpture, and said in a low voice: "If you still have consciousness, you should be able to hear my words. I will help you, whether it works or not, whether you can survive from death, depends on yourself!"

After saying that, he first took out two middle-grade low-quality Fierce Fire Talismans, one pasted on the back of the ice sculpture and the other on the front chest of the ice sculpture. Then, he pinched a magic seal and waved it. The two spiritual talismans flashed red, and two clusters of raging fire burned fiercely around them.

After ten or so breaths, the surface of the ice sculpture slightly melted, and the frost turned into Yin chill, pouncing on the fireballs. The flames flickered a few times, shrinking a lot, and were about to go out.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly injected two masses of magic power, urging the fire to rise and restore its original appearance. But the good times did not last long. As the frost melted, more Yin chill was released, and finally extinguished the fire talismans.

However, after being burned by the fierce flames for nearly twenty breaths, the frost had trembled slightly, and Zhong Bixing inside had probably obtained the mellow Qi, and could slightly use his divine sense and magic power, and was struggling hard.

Zhang Yuanjing recalled Wei Jixian's method of shattering the ice sculpture, pondered for a moment, and then offered the Profound Crystal Axe, using the "Hammer Block" move, and smashed it on his chest. He did not dare to use too much magic power, only a few points heavier than Wei Jixian's jade ruler. Then, he went around to the side and smashed it on his back.

Repeatedly, he smashed three hammers on the front chest and three hammers on the back. Seeing that Zhong Bixing in the ice sculpture was fine, he increased his strength and chopped back and forth, a total of more than sixty strikes. The ice sculpture suddenly bulged outward, and then "crack crack" a few times, shattering, revealing a tough face like a knife cut and a wild bear-like strong body.

Zhong Bixing's black and red face was a little pale, his lips were bloodless, and his Qi was very weak.

Zhang Yuanjing stepped back a few steps, thinking that it was done, and turned to leave.

Zhong Bixing quickly took out a pill from the storage bag and swallowed it. After breathing a few times, he raised his hand and cupped his fist, deeply bowing to Zhang Yuanjing's back, and said in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Heavy Sword Sect Zhong Bixing has met fellow Daoist, thank you fellow Daoist for your help! The grace of saving my life, I will never forget, Zhong will do everything to repay it!"

Seeing that the man was very polite, Zhang Yuanjing turned around, cupped his fist and returned a salute, and said in a low voice: "It's just a small effort, fellow Daoist doesn't need to worry about it."

Thinking that since he had paid his respects, it was considered acquaintance, why not ask a few more questions.

He pointed to the broken ice on the ground and asked: "This thing is very powerful, it is everywhere in the cave, it is very difficult to defend against, once it is touched, life is in danger. Does fellow Daoist know what this is?"

Zhong Bixing shook his head: "I don't know either. Before departure, no teacher in the sect mentioned this thing. Otherwise, Zhong would not have been trapped by it carelessly, at a loss."

Zhang Yuanjing thought that it was so, and immediately said: "Oh, then it is likely to be a new evil thing that has emerged this time, and I don't know how many cultivators who entered the cave have been hit. Fellow Daoist take care, I have urgent matters, I will leave first."

Although he had saved Zhong Bixing, he was reluctant to deal with him because this person was from the five sects. After saying that, he cupped his fist and turned to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!" Zhong Bixing hurriedly stopped him.

Zhang Yuanjing turned his head, secretly vigilant, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter, fellow Daoist?"

Zhong Bixing's red and black long face was filled with loneliness, and his deep eyes floated with self-deprecation, and said in his hoarse voice like a blunt knife grinding stone:

"Zhong has always kept his word, but I didn't expect to say a false word just now, which made fellow Daoist laugh. Zhong is burdened with heavy responsibilities, this trip is a dead end, how can I do everything to repay fellow Daoist's life-saving grace! In the future, wouldn't it be a false statement? The things Zhong carries are all needed to fulfill his responsibilities, so I dare not use them to repay fellow Daoist's life-saving grace. I will only give a piece of advice to express my gratitude.

"Soon, there will be a change at the bottom of this Xuan Yin Cave, I can't say exactly what it is, because it involves sect secrets. Only when the Yin and Nether Qi in the cave is likely to increase several times, it is by no means something that Shouyang Dan can resist. If fellow Daoist wants to survive, once you notice that the Yin and Nether Qi has a significant increase, please leave the cave as soon as possible. Remember, remember!"

Zhang Yuanjing's expression was stern, and he bowed and said: "Thank you fellow Daoist for telling me! Goodbye!"