Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Between emerald peaks, upon gray stone, stood a lion-like demon beast, its form entirely black, its eyes a piercing green.

It stared into the distance, its jade-like eyes unfocused. The mountain wind rustled its fur, smooth and lustrous as silk, causing it to tremble slightly, a look of enjoyment on its face.

This beast was none other than the Emerald-Eyed Suanni.

Above the clouds, two Core Formation cultivators rode on flying swords, heading swiftly east.

“Eh, what a magnificent and rare beast!” exclaimed the cultivator on the left, a middle-aged man with a flowing cloak, jade crown, and refined features. His lightning-fast speed immediately slowed.

The other was an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a black Daoist robe, a jade belt around his waist, a round, ruddy face, and small eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

Reacting quickly, he saw his companion slow down and immediately reined in his flying sword, asking with a smile, “Elder Yu, what spiritual beast did you see?”

He also activated his spiritual sense, quickly scanning the mountains and forests below.

The middle-aged cultivator pointed south, several dozen miles away, and said, “On that mountain ridge.”

The old man immediately swept his spiritual sense over, and couldn't help but frown: "It's a demon beast in the Demon Core realm! I've been here dozens of times, and I've never seen a Demon Core realm demon beast!"

Wanjian Mountain is far from the great spiritual node of Tianque Mountain and close to the desolate and dead zone. The spiritual energy is not rich, and there are only a few low-level spiritual veins intersecting underground, barely counting as a small spiritual node.

The Thousand Swords Sect built its main camp for fighting enemies here, just to avoid putting too much pressure on the Xuantian Sect, lest it trigger an excessive reaction from the opponent and share too much burden for the Tianmo Abyss.

The middle-aged cultivator smiled, “Such rare beasts are not easily seen. Junior Sister Lu has always enjoyed raising rare birds and exotic animals. We'll capture this beast and give it to her.”

The old man immediately flattered him, “It's also because Elder Yu has deep good fortune. As soon as you pass by, a rare beast appears. Someone as crude as me wouldn't be noticed by such a beast!”

The middle-aged cultivator laughed heartily, “Fellow Daoist Bian, you jest. If we speak of deep good fortune, it is you and I who are both blessed.”

The old man smiled, “That is because I am basking in Elder Yu's light.”

“Let's go, take a look.”

Before the middle-aged cultivator finished speaking, he had already shot towards the mountain ridge like a bolt of lightning.

The old man hesitated, but not wanting to dampen the middle-aged cultivator's enthusiasm, he had no choice but to quickly follow.

The Emerald-Eyed Suanni had naturally detected the two of them long ago, and had been waiting on the mountain rock. Seeing them approach, it immediately turned and plunged into the forest like a startled beast, galloping south.

“What speed!” the middle-aged Daoist exclaimed, his eyes filled with delight, “It has a talent for escape techniques!”

“Elder Yu, this beast's strength is not bad, we—”

Before the old man could finish speaking, the middle-aged Daoist had already taken out a spiritual talisman, slapped it on himself, and his speed immediately increased by fifty percent, quickly leaving the old man behind and diving into the forest below.

A middle-grade, intermediate-level Wind Riding Talisman! What a waste! the old man cursed inwardly, hastily exerting all his strength to chase after him.

The Emerald-Eyed Suanni darted through the forest, quickly leaving the mountain ridge, and continued running south across a field.

If it exerted its full power, its speed could increase by another fold, but seeing that the middle-aged cultivator was using spiritual talismans and could barely keep up, it didn't accelerate further.

The middle-aged cultivator, having passed his initial excitement, slowly began to regret it, thinking to himself that he should have called for two helpers and brought more Wind Riding Talismans.

If this demon beast not only had flying speed but also amazing endurance, this effort would be wasted.

As the sun began to set, and the sky darkened, in the blink of an eye, the man and beast had been flying for most of the day, running more than 50,000 miles south from the vicinity of Wanjian Mountain.

The middle-aged cultivator had used three intermediate-level, middle-grade Wind Riding Talismans, barely managing to avoid being shaken off by the Emerald-Eyed Suanni.

He now wore a look of melancholy, knowing that he had lost this beast, and who knew when he would encounter it again.

Only one high-grade, intermediate-level Wind Riding Talisman remained in his storage bracelet. Using this talisman would increase his speed by sixty percent, but it still wouldn't be enough to catch up with the beast ahead.

At this moment, the Emerald-Eyed Suanni suddenly turned west, following a large river upstream.

Upstream was a towering mountain, with deep valleys and dense forests, shrouded in mist.

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator was not worried but happy, muttering, “I wonder if it's going to its lair, or just finding a temporary place to hide. It seems your endurance isn't that great!”

His spiritual sense was locked onto the exotic beast, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. He watched as the beast darted through the mountain valleys, quickly entering a deep valley obscured by thick fog, disappearing from sight.

He was greatly shocked, and activated his spiritual sense to envelop the entire deep valley. Outside the deep valley, everything was presented in his sea of consciousness, but once inside the deep valley, it was as if he had been stripped away, and he could see nothing.

“Could it be that a Core Formation cultivator is living in seclusion here? And this beast is a spiritual beast raised by them?” Several thoughts flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed them.

The Thousand Swords Sect's entry into Wanjian Mountain was a grand affair, shaking the major forces within millions of miles. If there was such a Core Formation cultivator, they would have either been discovered or run far away. How dare they remain safe and sound under the nose of Wanjian Mountain?

Not wanting to intrude rashly, he used his mana to amplify his voice and shouted, “Yu Lingcong of the Thousand Swords Sect is passing through your esteemed land. May I ask which Daoist friend is cultivating here, please come out for a meeting!”

The sound echoed in the deep valley, but no one answered.

He shouted a few more times, but there was no response, so he stopped wasting his effort. He was confident that with the name of the Thousand Swords Sect, if there was someone in the valley, they would definitely come out to respond. And the lack of response could only mean that there were no cultivators in the valley.

If that were the case, there were only two explanations for the formation in the valley. One was that it was set up by someone, with the purpose of luring people into a trap. The other was that it was set up in the past, and this beast was hiding within it, hence it was unknown to others.

He naturally leaned towards the latter. Because, in this area, unless it was a Xuantian Sect cultivator who had come to kill them, who would dare to attack Wanjian Mountain!

Three hours later, the old man finally arrived, panting heavily.

“Fellow Daoist Bian, there is a formation set up here, are you aware of it?” the middle-aged cultivator asked impatiently as soon as he saw him.

The old man was bewildered, “Formation? Where is there a formation here!”

He swept his spiritual sense over the deep valley, and his expression immediately changed, “How could there be a formation here! It's not like I haven't passed by here before, but I never discovered that there was a formation hidden.”

The middle-aged cultivator asked in a deep voice, “Can Fellow Daoist be certain?”

The old man was about to boast, but then paused, and hesitated, “This place is not a spiritual mountain or treasure land. When I passed by, I only glanced at it casually, so I didn't look closely. But, but I certainly didn't feel the presence of a formation.”

“Who in the mountain is familiar with this place?” the middle-aged cultivator asked unhappily.

The old man stammered, “When Chi Wenxue was opening a Daoist temple in Xiaoyun Mountain, I heard that he never stayed put and liked to wander around, perhaps, perhaps he has been here before.”

The middle-aged cultivator immediately said, “Then you return to Wanjian Mountain and call him here. Hmm, tell Senior Brother Ke, and ask him to come and help me as well.”