Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Qian Fanghong stopped at a mountain ridge, hesitating to move forward.

Before long, Ji Fanggu and the White Tiger Taoist caught up.

“Senior Brother Qian, that kid really entered the Yellow Mist Marsh?” Ji Fanggu asked with some surprise.

“That’s right. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stopped here,” Qian Fanghong said expressionlessly.

Ahead, thin yellow mist rose from the water, spreading dozens of feet into the air, and permeating the mountain forest at the edge of the marsh. The place where Qian Fanghong stood was on a hilltop at the edge of the yellow mist. Further ahead would be the territory of that Xiaohu.

This area of mountain forest and water was at least a thousand miles in circumference. No matter how strong the Xiaohu was, it was only in the late stage of the demon core realm, a lone beast. How could it keep watch over such a large area? However, this demon had a fierce reputation and was good at hiding and tracking, so ordinary cultivators would not easily step into its frequently active areas.

Of course, Ji Fanggu was also unwilling to go deep into dangerous places to chase after an unknown nobody. He asked, “Senior Brother Qian, has the Sect Master issued an order to capture that kid at all costs?”

Qian Fanghong said sullenly, “That wasn’t mentioned. However, the Sect Master’s Blood Spirit Insect has been following that kid. If something happens to the Blood Spirit Insect, can you bear the responsibility?”

Ji Fanggu gave a dry laugh and said, “Junior Brother will follow Senior Brother’s orders!”

Qian Fanghong rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, “You and Taoist White Tiger go help Junior Brother Xu drive away the Flying Wolf Cubs, I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

Zhang Yuanjing couldn’t care so much. If he couldn’t find suitable terrain, he would have to go to the surface and find an opportunity to fight this beast. And this was obviously only possible in the Yellow Mist Marsh. If it were elsewhere, without the threat of fierce demons, the Yu Lingzong’s people would definitely chase after him.

He burrowed forward, gradually feeling the moisture in the soil becoming stronger. He knew that he was very close to the edge of the water marsh.

So, he slowed down. He no longer went straight ahead, but used his divine sense to search around in the soil.

Two hours later, in the southeast direction of the water marsh, in a rather hard piece of soil, he heard a "drip" sound. This sound came from the darkness, passing through an unknown amount of soil, and rang in his ears. Although the sound was light, it shook his eardrums like a great bell.

He burrowed away quickly, and after passing through a dozen feet of not-too-hard rock, he entered a cave about two feet in size.

This cave was long vertically and narrow horizontally, with fine water droplets flowing down the cave wall. At the top of the cave, many water droplets were gathering, preparing to form the next large water droplet that could fall.

Zhang Yuanjing stood in the cave, without removing his stone armor, and opened his mouth to breathe hard.

After a cup of tea’s time, he took out a low-grade spirit stone and stood there, slowly absorbing it.

An hour later, probably feeling that this was too slow, he removed the stone armor and used it as a cushion, spreading it on the ground. Then, he took out the Dingzhen Plate, placed it on his head, and then sat cross-legged, holding a low-grade spirit stone in each hand, and began to meditate.

Time passed by, boringly, breath by breath.

Zhang Yuanjing remained motionless. And the Blood Spirit Insect hidden in the soil was nowhere to be found.

A day passed.

On the mountain ridge outside the Yellow Mist, four Core Formation cultivators looked helplessly at the looming marsh, unable to do anything but wait.

Another day passed.

Zhang Yuanjing replaced eighteen low-grade spirit stones. With his current cultivation level, the effect of low-grade spirit stones was limited. However, it was still barely acceptable for replenishing mana.

After two days, his mana had recovered to about 70%.

However, that insect beast still didn’t move. Obviously, even if this beast didn’t recognize his plan, it had become suspicious of his behavior, so it hadn’t attacked.

Zhang Yuanjing couldn’t contact Taoist Fire Crow with the sound transmission jade, and was anxious, but he also knew that if he couldn’t kill or injure this beast, he would never be able to escape. So he suppressed his impatience and remained in a meditative posture.

On the third day, at dusk.

While Zhang Yuanjing was enduring the wait, in a flash of thought, he suddenly thought of something that might be useful. This thing was the thick Nether Soul Grass he had obtained from the Nether Earth.

Since this thing could enhance the souls of demon beasts, it must have a very strong attraction for all demon beasts, especially those with higher intelligence.

So, with a thought, he immediately took out the grass from his storage bracelet.

At the moment when this strange grass surrounded by turbid air appeared, a movement appeared in a place six feet away from him.

He couldn’t help but tense up, and cold sweat broke out on his back. This beast was hiding so close to him, and he hadn’t noticed it at all.

He had presumptuously set a trap, waiting for this beast to walk right into it. If this beast really launched an attack, at such a close distance, it would be almost impossible for him to react.

Fortunately, this beast was very suspicious and waited for three days, stubbornly refusing to attack.

Now, lured by the Nether Soul Grass, it revealed its whereabouts. However, it quickly hid again.

Zhang Yuanjing was overjoyed, knowing that this grass was working. So he placed it at his feet, waiting for the insect beast to take the bait.

However, to his disappointment, several hours passed, and the insect beast still didn’t move.

Zhang Yuanjing didn’t know that this Blood Spirit Beast had been tamed by Bao Xueyang, and would almost never actively attack anyone or any beast without her orders.

This time, Bao Xueyang’s instruction to it was only to track, and she had never said to attack the enemy. Therefore, it always obeyed this order, never crossing the line.

Zhang Yuanjing hardened his heart, plucked a leaf from the Nether Soul Grass, stuffed it into his mouth, and pretended to refine it, but in reality, he just wrapped it in mana and sent it into his stomach.

After only two breaths, a bloody shadow suddenly rushed out from the lava on the left, attacking his neck.

The insect beast couldn’t bear it any longer and finally moved!

Almost at the same time as it rushed into this cave, the Dingzhen Plate on Zhang Yuanjing’s head stood up, and an invisible force suppressed all the space around him.

At this time, the insect beast had already rushed to the side of his head and neck, and its slender mouth, covered with dense blood-colored sharp teeth, was slightly open, only about a foot away from his Adam’s apple.

However, this one foot was like a chasm. The high-grade defensive magic weapon Dingzhen Plate suppressed the space, trapping this strange beast, which could almost completely suppress Zhang Yuanjing in the soil. It twisted desperately, but to no avail.

The Dingzhen Plate had compressed the space around him for three or four feet. Trying to force its way through would be almost impossible unless it was a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Of course, with Zhang Yuanjing’s strength, he couldn’t exert the full power of this magic weapon, and it could only last for a short one or two breaths.

Zhang Yuanjing immediately waved the Thick Earth Art magic sword and slashed at this strange beast.

This beast was fixed in mid-air, unable to dodge or use its innate supernatural powers, and finally revealed a look of fear in its eyes.

“Poof!”

This sword directly broke through the blood-colored insect beast’s skin, cut its tendons, and then cut its weak body into pieces.

This insect beast howled a few times with a hoarse voice, gave Zhang Yuanjing a fierce look with its cold eyes, and then suddenly exploded.

For a time, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the narrow cave was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

However, Zhang Yuanjing didn’t care about this at all. He raised his head and laughed loudly, finally able to get rid of this troublesome insect beast!