Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

After leaving the Yuanfu Pavilion, Zhang Yuanjing went straight out of the Immortal City through the north gate. He soared into the sky on his flying sword, heading north.

In this vast world, cultivators need maps when traveling long distances on their flying swords. Otherwise, they can easily get lost or even stumble into dangerous areas, becoming food for powerful demons.

For nearly twenty thousand years, the Xuantian Sect has thoroughly explored the surrounding millions of miles, creating detailed maps. Therefore, cultivators within the sect have no fear of getting lost in this area.

Zhang Yuanjing flew swiftly on his sword, occasionally adjusting his direction and avoiding areas where powerful demons might be lurking, quickly covering thousands of miles.

With the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, one can travel about fifteen thousand miles a day at full speed. However, for long-distance travel, they generally don't exceed ten thousand miles a day, often choosing a safe place to meditate and rest for two hours around midnight.

It was already late at night. Thick clouds in the sky obscured the starlight, and the surroundings were pitch black. Below, the mountains rose and fell, like silent, surging giant beasts.

Zhang Yuanjing listened intently for half a quarter of an hour. Seeing a river not far ahead, emitting the faint sound of flowing water, he landed his flying sword, found a high bank, and descended.

Then, he took out three array flags from his storage bag and set up a simple Bewilderment Array. This array had no defensive capabilities, only used to prevent wild animals from intruding and affecting his meditation.

Two hours passed quickly, and the eastern sky revealed a hint of dawn. Zhang Yuanjing stood up, collected the three array flags, and was about to summon his flying sword to continue his journey when suddenly, a voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist, please wait, I have a matter to ask!"

Zhang Yuanjing's shoulders twitched slightly, startled by the sudden voice. He quickly turned around and saw a figure flickering at the bend in the river behind him, approaching a few steps before stopping.

"Who are you?"

"I am Du Jinhui, a cultivator from the Du family of Cold Moon Ridge."

"The Du family of Cold Moon Ridge? The Du family whose ancestor was a Jindan elder of the Xuantian Sect?" Zhang Yuanjing asked, his tense emotions slightly relaxed.

"That's right. Our Du family is indeed a family affiliated with the Xuantian Sect, and we are listed in the golden register of the sect. I have a matter to ask for your help, Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand!" The man moved forward again, slowly approaching Zhang Yuanjing within ten zhang.

By the faint light, Zhang Yuanjing could see the man's appearance clearly. He looked to be in his thirties, with a broad forehead and thin face, deep-set eyes, and his cultivation was the same as his own, in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

Zhang Yuanjing circulated his magic power in his ears and eyes, and did not notice any other movements. Then he said, "Fellow Daoist Du, why are you looking for me?"

Du Jinhui cupped his hands and said, "Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist, I have been following you from the Yuanfu Pavilion."

"The Yuanfu Pavilion? You were also in the pavilion yesterday?" Zhang Yuanjing's heart skipped a beat, and he asked back. He was on the second floor of the Yuanfu Pavilion yesterday and did not pay attention to several Foundation Establishment cultivators, so he had no impression of this person.

"Indeed. I was there when you were buying spirit talismans, Fellow Daoist. Because I saw that you have an extraordinary bearing, I took the liberty of following you, wanting to ask you to kill a demon, and I will reward you handsomely afterwards!" Du Jinhui carefully explained.

Zhang Yuanjing was slightly stunned, not understanding what he meant by "extraordinary bearing," and then directly refused: "I have important matters to attend to and must rush to a certain place as soon as possible. I don't have time to help you, Fellow Daoist, please forgive me!"

Du Jinhui showed an anxious expression, stepped forward two steps and said, "Fellow Daoist, it won't take you much time. That demon is only thirty thousand miles northeast of here, a Fire-Eyed Golden Pig, and its strength will not exceed the middle stage of Qi Ling."

"There are three Nine-Leaf Huangxi Grasses there, one of which has already grown nine leaves and is over two thousand years old, and the other two have four and seven leaves respectively."

"If you can kill or drive away that pig demon, the seven-leaf Huangxi Grass will belong to you, and I will also give you a thousand spirit stones as compensation."

Zhang Yuanjing already had Nine-Leaf Huangxi Grass and could cultivate it with the power of thick earth, so he was not very interested in it. He refused again, "I am really in a hurry to get on the road, Fellow Daoist, please find someone else!"

As he spoke, he took out his flying sword from his storage bag, preparing to leave.

Du Jinhui stretched out his hand to make a gesture of stopping him, and shouted, "Fellow Daoist, please wait. If you are not satisfied with the reward, I can add more. What do you need, Fellow Daoist, just say it!"

Zhang Yuanjing was a little impatient, thinking that he wouldn't even go to his fellow disciples' invitations, let alone this stranger he had just met!

Just as he was about to get angry and put an end to his thoughts, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Wasn't it because he dared to try that he was able to break through his realm? Wasn't it because he did what Senior Brother Yuan Kui said about defying the heavens and fighting for his life? How could he have returned to being so timid and afraid of this and that after breaking through!

If he was still like before, he would at most live for another twenty years, how could he hope for the Golden Elixir Dao! Besides, he already had the Earth Escape Technique to save his life, so what was he afraid of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

His confidence suddenly increased, and he no longer felt repulsed by such adventures. So he asked, "There is only one Qi Ling middle-stage pig demon? Is there anyone else involved?"

Du Jinhui was overjoyed when he heard this, and a smile appeared on his face: "Just one pig demon, no other demons! I have a nephew whose cultivation is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and his strength is much weaker. He is watching the pig demon and the spirit grass in that mountain."

So that's how it is. No wonder this person found him based on just one impression, and repeatedly invited him and persevered. He was probably afraid that things would change and the spirit grass would be discovered by other cultivators and taken away, or that the pig demon would swallow the nine-leaf spirit grass at any time.

Zhang Yuanjing also thought that since this Du family of Cold Moon Ridge was indeed an affiliated force of the Xuantian Sect registered, he would help them, which would also save Yuan Kui some face.

"Then please lead the way, Fellow Daoist!"

Du Jinhui was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands to show his gratitude. Then he summoned his flying sword and soared into the sky. After Zhang Yuanjing followed, he sped towards the northeast.

Along the way, Zhang Yuanjing talked to him, asking about the affairs of the Xuantian Sect, including some of the past deeds of that Elder Du. This person answered fluently, obviously knowing a lot, which was in line with the identity of the Du family.

When Du Jinhui asked about his origin, he only said that his surname was Zhang and that he was a rogue cultivator practicing in the east of Xuan Shui Immortal City. Du Jinhui was afraid of offending him. Seeing that he was unwilling to elaborate, he naturally did not ask further.

Du Jinhui was anxious to get on the road. After seeking Zhang Yuanjing's consent, he did not stop along the way. It only took him two and a half days to reach the bottom of a high mountain range.

This mountain was located in a continuous range of mountains, about fifteen hundred zhang high, with dense forests and grasses, and a strong demonic aura. It was a gathering place for demons.

Du Jinhui was worried that he would retreat, so he quickly explained, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't look at the heavy demonic aura here. In fact, they are all small demons in the Savage Blood stage, not to be feared. There are only a few Qi Ling stage demons, guarding their territories, so there is no need to worry about them joining forces to be enemies with us."

Zhang Yuanjing nodded and said nothing. He understood the habits of demons. Usually, if they are not of the same race, or not a gregarious demon group, they are basically alone, at most a male and a female plus a few cubs.

Du Jinhui led Zhang Yuanjing to land his sword in a dense forest on the north side of the mountain.

The two put away their flying swords and quickly moved forward along a newly cut path in the forest. Du Jinhui explained a little, telling Zhang Yuanjing that this path was the road he and his nephew had made when they came.

Zhang Yuanjing still nodded. This place was very remote, unlike places with strong spiritual power, so few cultivators usually paid attention to this area.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the nine-leaf Huangxi grass was allowed to grow all nine leaves. Otherwise, it might have been taken away as early as three or four leaves.

"Fellow Daoist Du, did you discover these three nine-leaf Huangxi grasses a long time ago, or did you just discover them recently?" Zhang Yuanjing asked.

"Just discovered them. That's why I asked my nephew to watch over them here, and I went to Xuan Shui Immortal City to buy spirit talismans. If we had discovered them earlier, we definitely wouldn't have waited for the nine leaves to grow before taking action!" Du Jinhui smiled, with a slightly ashamed expression on his face.

Zhang Yuanjing chuckled and said, "That's right. After all, nine-leaf Huangxi grass is rare, and the demand for this grass is high among Foundation Establishment cultivators. If you don't take it away early, it will inevitably cause disputes if other cultivators discover it."

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Zhang is a rogue cultivator, so you naturally understand the difficulties. It is not easy to get a mature nine-leaf Huangxi grass to refine Juling Powder."

"To be honest, I am already over one hundred and eighty years old this year, and I have been stuck in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment for more than fifty years. Among the younger generation, there is only one nephew, who only entered the Foundation Establishment stage after one hundred years old, and his aptitude is even worse than mine. Without Juling Powder, I am afraid that the future of the family is worrying."

"The Xuantian Sect has rules that affiliated family forces like us must have at least two Foundation Establishment cultivators to be listed in the register. If we cannot produce another Foundation Establishment cultivator in the future, the family's name will not be preserved after I die!" Du Jinhui sighed, saying sadly.

Zhang Yuanjing was alone, so he could not understand Du Jinhui's state of mind. He immediately echoed:

"It is not easy to be an affiliated family force of the Xuantian Sect. However, Fellow Daoist Du does not need to worry too much. After taking the two-thousand-year-old nine-leaf Huangxi grass, your cultivation will naturally improve and extend your life by twenty years. There is still enough time to cultivate outstanding juniors."

The two walked and talked, gradually deepening into the dense forest. When they reached a dark and humid slope, Du Jinhui stopped, signaled Zhang Yuanjing to wait a moment, and lowered his voice and said, "I will let my nephew come out first to meet Fellow Daoist!".

Then, he pursed his lips and made a melodious bird sound. After two breaths, a "chirping" bird sound also came from above the hillside.

After twenty or so breaths, a rustling sound came from a patch of grass near the two of them. A middle-aged cultivator, covered in a cloak made of green grass and with a face similar to Du Jinhui, crawled out of the grass, exuding a peculiar fishy smell.

"Bai Tao, this is Senior Zhang!" Du Jinhui introduced in an extremely small voice.

The middle-aged cultivator took off the cloak, tidied up his appearance, and then respectfully saluted: "Greetings, Senior Zhang, thank you for your help!"

His voice was also very low, but his pronunciation was very clear, and his tone was calm and sincere, leaving a deep impression.

Zhang Yuanjing smiled and nodded, raised his hand and returned a salute, and said, "Little Fellow Daoist Du, nice to meet you! Is there anything special about wearing this green grass cloak?"

Du Baitao patted the green grass on the cloak and said:

"Senior Zhang, this grass is called Nine-Stink Grass. It has a unique smell. To us, it may just be a bit fishy. But to the Fire-Eyed Golden Pig, the smell of this grass is very pungent. Therefore, covering ourselves with this grass can cover up the smell on our bodies and prevent the golden pig from discovering our tracks. The golden pig's nose is very sensitive, even more so than its fiery eyes!"

Du Jinhui continued, "On the way here, I transmitted a message to Bai Tao, asking him to make one for you too, Senior Zhang. This way, when we sneak over and launch a surprise attack, we can prevent the golden pig from jumping over the wall in desperation and snatching the spirit grass first."

Zhang Yuanjing praised, "Fellow Daoist Du's consideration is thorough, that's exactly how it should be."