Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

North of Tianque Mountain, and ten thousand miles south of Xuan Shui Immortal City, lies a highland, like the broad spine of a giant beast, rising between heaven and earth.

Upon this highland, a hundred or so mountain peaks are scattered like stars in the sky. Some have secluded rock valleys and exquisite caves, some are piled with rosy clouds and condensed purples, ancient and boundless, while others are shrouded in smoky haze, their mountain forms vast and indistinct.

This place is called Taiwu Mountain, a blessed spiritual ground under the jurisdiction of the Xuantian Sect. Many spiritual veins converge beneath the earth, and the mountains are rich in rare spiritual herbs and immortal grasses, making it a favorite haunt of Xuantian Sect disciples.

On this day, under the bright sunshine, two cultivators treaded on flying swords, traversing a perilous mountain valley.

The middle-aged man with a scruffy beard on the left said, "Junior Brother Xu, are you going back to attend the new Sect Leader's enthronement ceremony?"

The cultivator on the right appeared quite young, with a thin face, high nose, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, possessing an extraordinary temperament.

His expression was somewhat melancholy as he said in a low voice, "In recent decades, our Xuantian Sect has been quite unlucky, losing two Sect Leaders in succession. Especially with the Demonic Abyss launching a full-scale attack, and our Sect Leader unexpectedly falling at Xue Wang Mountain, it's somewhat demoralizing."

The middle-aged man did not expect "Junior Brother Xu" to say such words. He coughed twice and echoed, "Junior Brother is right. Since the fall of True Man Qi and Sect Leader Wu, the sect has barely recovered some vitality in recent years, and now it's all going to be spent again. The Demonic Abyss has the ambition of a wolf; who knows how they will exploit this opportunity to attack our sect!"

The young cultivator stared blankly at the increasingly narrow valley path ahead, sighing after a long while, "Thinking too much is useless. Our cultivation is too low, and we cannot fight for the sect. We can only enter the mountains to search for more immortal herbs and spiritual materials, and stockpile as many supplies as possible for the sect."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Junior Brother speaks the truth. This great war has been going on for decades, and who knows how long it will last. We must prepare more supplies."

The young cultivator pointed to a high cliff ahead and said, "According to Junior Brother Liu, he once saw Nine-Leaf Yellow Dawn Grass behind that boulder. Let's go take a look."

The middle-aged man's face showed difficulty: "Junior Brother Xu, there are Barbarian Blood Realm Great Perfection demonic beasts lurking there, and perhaps even Spirit Awakening Realm demonic beasts!"

The young cultivator glared at the middle-aged man and said proudly, "Senior Brother Gu, this is just the outer area of Taiwu Mountain. Even if the spiritual energy is abundant, Spirit Awakening Realm demonic beasts would not dare to come here! As for Barbarian Blood Realm demonic beasts, what fear do we have with the two of us joining hands!"

The middle-aged man muttered in his heart: You entered the Upper Courtyard of Paiyun Peak to cultivate, and you don't lack magical artifacts and spiritual talismans, of course you're not afraid! Unlike me, struggling in the Lower Courtyard, it took me more than ten years to get a high-grade magical artifact.

However, this young cultivator had quite the background, and he always tried to curry favor, never daring to offend him. He quickly smiled and said, "As Junior Brother says. Anyway, with Junior Brother here, Barbarian Blood Realm demonic beasts are just easy prey!"

The young cultivator, with a matter-of-course expression, stopped talking and exerted force under his feet, urging his flying sword to rush towards the high cliff more than ten miles away.

The middle-aged man shook his head and hurriedly tried his best to catch up.

Before long, the two landed their swords on the high cliff.

The young cultivator took out a three-foot-long green sword, and also held two pseudo-spiritual talismans in his hand, walking towards the rugged mountain path below.

The middle-aged man looked vigilant, holding a thick-backed straight knife in his hand, the handle more than two feet long, and the blade four feet long, emitting a dazzling and fierce light in the sunlight.

The mountain path turned into a pile of rocks, with holes of various sizes and depths everywhere, like the open mouths of fierce beasts.

A few drops of sweat rolled down the middle-aged man's forehead. His intuition told him that there must be demonic beasts here, and more than just one.

He wanted to remind the "Junior Brother Xu" walking in front, but "Junior Brother Xu" was walking very quickly, and had already gone deep into the pile of rocks in a few steps.

At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the side. The middle-aged man immediately turned his head to look, and saw a pair of emerald eyes staring at him intently from a three-foot-sized stone cave, scaring him so much that his feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

He trembled and said, "Junior... Junior Brother, there, there are demonic beasts!"

As he spoke, he had already discovered that in more than a dozen stone caves, those emerald eyes were all exposed.

Although he couldn't see the body, just by smelling the earthy smell filling the air, he knew what kind of demonic beast it was—a scaled snake.

A kind of strange beast good at camouflage, piercing through stones like earth, with ordinary individual strength, but always appearing in groups.

The young cultivator also sensed the danger and quickly retreated, saying urgently, "There are also some in front, run backwards, get out of this pile of rocks first."

As soon as he finished speaking, several scaled snakes also appeared on the high cliff behind, staring down at the two of them with cold, creepy eyes.

The young cultivator was very decisive, and immediately said, "Return the same way. I'll be in front, you cover the rear. Follow me and rush, don't hesitate!"

After speaking, without caring whether the middle-aged man was following behind, he first threw two pseudo-spiritual talismans towards the high cliff, and then waved the green sword in his hand, rushing upwards.

The two pseudo-spiritual talismans thrown by the young cultivator were both fire-attributed. After burning in the air, they were like two fire dragons, pouncing directly on the scaled snakes on the high cliff.

Those scaled snakes, the strongest of which were only in the late Barbarian Blood Realm, tasted the pain after being bombarded by the two fire talismans, and immediately gave way.

The two ran quickly, and soon climbed onto the high cliff.

Just when they thought they had escaped the danger, a large snake about ten feet long, covered with scales all over, slowly climbed up from one side of the high cliff and blocked them.

The middle-aged man stuttered and said, "Xu, Junior Brother, this, this is a Spirit Awakening Realm demonic beast!"

One of them was at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Realm, and the other was at the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Realm, which was barely enough to deal with the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Blood Realm. However, for Spirit Awakening Realm demonic beasts, they were just two delicious meals.

"Run separately, fly away!" The young cultivator shouted, rushed two steps to the left side of the high cliff, and at the same time took out the flying artifact, frantically pouring mana into it, about to escape into the air.

"Hiss!"

The Spirit Awakening Realm demonic beast hissed, the sound was not loud, but it went straight into the ears of the two Qi Refining cultivators. The two were in a trance, and they forgot to escape, standing there blankly.

The scaled snake shook its body, rushed forward, and bit directly at the young cultivator.

At this critical moment, a cold sword flew from the sky, hitting the head of the scaled snake directly and beheading it.

A middle-aged cultivator with a tough appearance and full of vicissitudes fell from the sky, his aura erupting, immediately startling the surrounding twenty or so Barbarian Blood Realm scaled snakes.

"Where are you disciples from?" The middle-aged cultivator asked, his tone neither cold nor warm, very flat.

The young cultivator first saluted and thanked the middle-aged cultivator with the middle-aged man, and then said, "Junior Xu Jin, is a disciple of Paiyun Peak of the Xuantian Sect, thank you senior for saving my life. May I ask senior's esteemed name?"

The middle-aged man pulled the young cultivator aside and asked cautiously, "Senior, are you Uncle Zhou from Xiangtian Peak?"

The middle-aged cultivator looked at him in surprise and nodded, "That's right, I am Zhou Zhengming from Xiangtian Peak. Who are you? Why do you recognize me?"

The middle-aged man said, "Junior Gu You, is also a disciple of Paiyun Peak, and has seen Uncle once at Zhenyi Peak."

Zhou Zhengming smiled: "That was twenty or thirty years ago, wasn't it. You have a good memory."

Gu You quickly humbled himself: "I dare not accept Uncle's praise, this disciple happens to be good at recognizing faces." He hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "I wonder if Uncle is occasionally passing by here, or came here specifically to search for spiritual objects?"

Zhou Zhengming shook his head: "I have been in seclusion nearby for several years, and I am about to go out for a walk. If you want to find spiritual grass, go ahead."

The young cultivator seized the opportunity at this time and interjected, "Uncle Zhou, do you know that the sect is about to change to a new Sect Leader?"

Zhou Zhengming was startled and asked, "Did Sect Leader Xie abdicate?"

The young cultivator shook his head and said, "Sect Leader Xie died at Xue Wang Mountain. I heard that Elder Liu Yuanqing, the disciple of True Man Tong, will be the new Sect Leader."