Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Amidst the Xuan Ice, Yu Zhiyin revealed a sinister smile. He opened his mouth and spat out an object, formless and colorless, like empty air. It pierced through the Xuan Ice and shot towards Zhang Yuanjing.

A strange look flashed in Zhang Yuanjing's eyes. He hadn't expected this gloomy old man to have such tricks up his sleeve, making him worthy of being a hired thug. He activated the擎天诀 (Qingtian Technique), using his bones to generate force, twisting his body. The surrounding Xuan Ice emitted a "crack" sound, splitting into numerous fissures.

Yu Zhiyin was stunned, then his eyes hardened, revealing a fierce look. He opened his mouth and spat again, still the same formless object, darting forward, quickly merging with the previous one, and then swiftly pouncing towards Zhang Yuanjing.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanjing had not yet broken free from the Xuan Ice. He flicked his fingers, and stone armor emerged on his body, continuously enlarging, directly propping open the cracked Xuan Ice.

As a result, the entire huge Xuan Ice emitted a "crack" sound. At this moment, the Source Stone, hovering not far from Yu Zhiyin, suddenly moved, violently and crazily expanding. The Xuan Ice could no longer withstand it, and with a "crash," it all crumbled, falling down in a rustle.

Zhang Yuanjing threw a punch, earth power swirling around it, sealing the formless object while blasting it away.

The giant mountain formed by the Source Stone pressed down on Yu Zhiyin's head, plummeting towards the ground.

Yu Zhiyin mustered all his strength, trying to escape from below, but this stone mountain seemed to have a magnetic force, binding him firmly. Despite exhausting his magical power, he couldn't break free.

He was horrified and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Guo, save me!"

Guo Songtao cursed inwardly, but sternly rebuked, "Zhang Yuanjing, True Person Yu is a cultivator from a major sect in the Central Domain. Why are you being so ruthless! Stop at once!"

He glanced sideways, seeing that Daoist Cheng Hao had no intention of intervening, and the other one stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly not planning to help actively, so he said, "True Person Hong, please lend a hand, and you will be richly rewarded!"

The cultivator with the always-cold face smiled for the first time upon hearing this, nodding, "Easy to say. Watch Hong save him!"

He stepped forward, without any visible action, yet he arrived beside the stone mountain like a whirlwind. A black long whip shot into the underside of the stone mountain like a long snake, binding Yu Zhiyin and dragging him out.

"Wait!" Yu Zhiyin cried out in pain.

But the cold cultivator ignored him, suddenly exerting force, forcibly dragging Yu Zhiyin several feet. Yu Zhiyin's Daoist robe was completely torn, barely covering his body, and he was covered in blood, a terrifying sight.

Zhang Yuanjing landed on the stone mountain, his hand seals changing, wind and sand rising, mud and dust flying, covering the arena and the surrounding area of nearly two hundred zhang.

The cold cultivator, as well as the middle-aged Daoist fighting Yuan Shisan, were both enveloped in the sand array.

The middle-aged Daoist was quite wary of Zhang Yuanjing's sand array. As soon as the mud and sand rose, he quickly flew outwards. Because he was already on the edge of the sand array, he successfully escaped.

The cold cultivator waved his hand, summoning a jade tablet, suspending it above his head, and then countless wind blades flew out, shooting upwards rapidly.

Zhang Yuanjing's body surged with thick earth power like raging waves, instantly solidifying the sand and soil, merging with the stone mountain to form a mountain more than a hundred zhang high. And the cold cultivator, still dragging the bloody Yu Zhiyin with the long whip in his hand, failed to escape from the gap torn open by the wind blades, and was pressed under the mountain along with Yu Zhiyin.

Guo Songtao's face became very unsightly. Two old guys acted together to deal with a junior who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage, yet they were easily subdued. Moreover, this earth mountain looked extremely heavy, and those two were probably not having a good time.

"Zhang Yuanjing, the Chief merely wanted you to go over for a talk, why are you being so rude!" Guo Songtao slowly stepped forward, approaching the earth mountain.

He was a seasoned mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, valuing his status. He was unwilling to take action personally. Winning would be bullying the weak, losing would be embarrassing. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people from both races, it would be inappropriate in any way.

Daoist Cheng Hao followed behind him, but not towards the earth mountain, but towards the place where the middle-aged cultivator and Yuan Shisan were fighting.

Under Yuan Shisan's fierce attack, the middle-aged cultivator had little strength left to parry.

Daoist Cheng Hao looked at the golden-haired monkey's imposing manner, not seeming like he would hold back. He thought that if a True Person was lost due to internal strife, the Deacon Hall's face would be unsightly. Guo Songtao would certainly be reprimanded, and he wouldn't be spared either.

Zhang Yuanjing stood on the stone mountain, quietly watching Guo Songtao, "Deacon Guo, I wonder what the Chief wants to talk about?"

Under the pressure of the mountain, Yu Zhiyin struggled to support himself. His two spiritual treasures had not been recalled, and he had no suitable items on him, so he had to rely on his magic power to resist. But the cold cultivator was very calm, using the jade tablet to transform into a ball of emerald light, blocking the mountain's pressure, and was still able to support himself.

Of course, this was also because Zhang Yuanjing had not launched a killing blow. Although the other party had attacked first, they had, after all, put up a plausible pretense—the Chief's summons. He didn't know the situation, so resistance was naturally justifiable, but if he killed a Nascent Soul True Person, he would definitely be criticized. After all, the Pillar of Heaven was about to open, and every True Person was the most valuable combat power of the human race.

Guo Songtao approached the side of the mountain, soared into the air, and confronted Zhang Yuanjing from afar, saying with a serious expression, "The Deacon Hall is responsible for leading the cultivators of the Hengduan Mountains. All cultivators in this area, regardless of their realm, cultivation level, origin, or sect, must obey the Deacon Hall's orders. The Chief summoned you, and there is his reason, no need to explain to you!"

Zhang Yuanjing feigned a look of realization and asked, "Oh, the Deacon Hall has such authority? Then I would like to ask, True Person Yuan Baiyan of my Xuantian Sect is in these Hengduan Mountains, in this garrison, imprisoned by cultivators from Jixia Academy. I wonder if the Deacon Hall will take care of it or not?"

Guo Songtao revealed a hint of sarcasm and said sternly, "If this is the case, the Deacon Hall will naturally take care of it, and must take care of it!"

Zhang Yuanjing smiled, "Then please the Deacon Hall look into this matter first. When True Person Yuan of my sect returns safely, I will go and pay a visit to the Chief!"

Guo Songtao said coldly, "One matter is one matter. Today, this Deacon is just summoning you to see the Chief. As for other matters, you can talk about them after seeing the Chief!"

"The Chief allows people from the Eastern Domain to run amok, but comes to manage me. Does he think I'm too weak and easy to bully?" Zhang Yuanjing suppressed two Nascent Souls, full of confidence in his own strength, and was not afraid of the Guo True Person in front of him.

Guo Songtao said solemnly, "The cultivation world has always respected strength, but in these Hengduan Mountains, the Deacon Hall is respected. The Deacon Hall's orders cannot be disobeyed! Think carefully!"

Zhang Yuanjing said indifferently, "The various sects respect the Deacon Hall because the Deacon Hall is fair in dealing with matters, able to maintain the order of the seven cities of the Hengduan Mountains, and protect the interests of all cultivators. Without these three, it is nothing."

Guo Songtao sneered, "Zhang Yuanjing, don't think that just because you have become a Nascent Soul, you are qualified to judge the Deacon Hall! Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to see the Chief, or not?"

"Of course, I'm not going!"