Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Since the battle at Crimson Cloud Palace against the three Foundation Establishment cultivators, Zhang Yuanjing spent his days cultivating and focusing on nurturing his Spirit Restraining Hoe.

This hoe was extremely useful to him in battle, especially in compensating for his lack of adaptability. It enhanced the solidity of his defenses and restricted his opponents' spiritual weapons, creating opportunities for his own counterattacks.

He knew that Crimson Cloud Palace would not let the deaths of their two Foundation Establishment cultivators go unpunished, and they would certainly send stronger or more numerous cultivators to seek revenge.

Regardless of the situation, even if the remaining six Foundation Establishment cultivators of Crimson Cloud Palace besieged him together, the key to breaking the situation lay in this Spirit Restraining Hoe and the Wind Shadow Blade, which was adept at concealing its movements.

Two months passed quickly. Zhang Xuan had inquired about the activity area of ​​the Flame Beasts. It was said that there was a place called Fire Dragon Abyss, ten thousand miles north of Mount Meng. The place was full of vigorous ground fire, often erupting with pillars of fire. A giant beast resembling a four-legged snake lived in the fire, feeding on flames, moving like lightning, and was fierce and terrifying.

At this time, the Flame Qi Paste that Zhang Yuanjing had obtained from Ling Shu had been used up. Zhang Xuan urgently needed Flame Beast bones to refine medicine and make wine, so she took the opportunity of sending Zhang Yu to dredge her meridians and mentioned it once.

Zhang Yuanjing naturally agreed, promising that after a few days, when he finished his cultivation, he would go to hunt the Flame Beasts. It was only a distance of ten thousand miles. If the Flame Beasts were of average strength, he could return in two days.

Two days later, in the early morning, Zhang Yuanjing was explaining the first level of the Thick Earth Qi Cultivation Technique to Zhang Jun outside the cave, teaching him how to open his meridians, strengthen his body, and sense Qi. Suddenly, he saw a fiery red sword light flying from the downstream of the Red Creek River. It was swift and fierce, splitting the slightly red sky under the morning light, leaving a long-lasting mark in the air.

When it reached the sky above Zhangjiawan, a deep and powerful voice came from the sword light: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, Ling Jianzi of Crimson Cloud Palace is here to pay a visit!"

The village generally worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. At this time, it was the time when smoke was curling up from the chimneys and people were getting up and moving around. Most of the Zhang clan members saw the strange phenomenon in the sky and heard the words "Ling Jianzi".

In an instant, there was a commotion in the village. A large number of villagers gathered in the open space in front of the village and looked up at the sky.

Zhang Xuan's younger siblings were also among them. The younger ones only thought it was fun, while the older ones looked at the sword light with bright eyes, with expressions of worry and fear on their faces. Zhang Xuan, who was next to the cave, also looked uneasy.

"What an aggressive sword cultivator!" Zhang Yuanjing sighed inwardly.

This person came alone with great fanfare, clearly intending to fight him openly in front of the Zhang clan.

Whether he avoided the battle or fled because he was no match, he would lose the trust of most of the Zhang clan members. In the future, driving them to catch fish would be twice the effort with half the result. Moreover, there would definitely be people with ulterior motives who would deliberately sabotage and obstruct him, causing countless troubles.

If he fought him decisively, it would be exactly what the other party wanted. From this, it could be seen that this person was full of absolute confidence in himself and was convinced that he could defeat Zhang Yuanjing.

Zhang Yuanjing smiled coldly and said to Zhang Xuan and Zhang Jun, "You two wait here, I will repel the enemy first!"

He didn't realize that when facing the approaching Ling Jianzi, he was already timid before the battle, subconsciously placing himself on the weaker side. That's why he only said "repel the enemy" instead of "kill the enemy".

Zhang Yuanjing rode his sword into the air. When he got closer, he saw a black-robed Daoist with a thin face, high nose, and thick beard standing on a flying sword, his eyes shining brightly with a solemn and murderous aura.

Zhang Yuanjing cupped his hands and said indifferently, "I have long admired Fellow Daoist Ling Jianzi's name. Nice to meet you! May I ask what brings you here?"

Ling Jianzi looked him up and down. He saw that this Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, who had defeated Ling Zhuzi and his two companions, was just a middle-aged Daoist with a gaunt face and unremarkable appearance. Although the Qi around his body was as condensed as water, it was more heavy than sharp, and he obviously didn't look like someone who fought often.

However, he had experienced many battles and never underestimated any opponent. Even when fighting the weak, he would use all his strength like a lion hunting a rabbit.

So he casually made a greeting and didn't mention the deaths of his two junior brothers. He only said, "I want to have a contest with you, Fellow Daoist, please!"

After saying that, he immediately sacrificed two flying swords, each about a foot long, one black and one red. The black one was narrow and long, as black as ink, with only a trace of white light flashing on the blade. The red one was slightly shorter, with a thick blade and a sharp tip, like a diamond cone.

The two flying swords intertwined and flew up and down in front of Ling Jianzi, like two flying snakes chasing and entangling each other.

Zhang Yuanjing had already seen the Yin-Yang dual blade technique of the Crimson Cloud Palace Daoists. When he saw Ling Jianzi's flying swords, he knew that the principle was the same. However, judging from the agility and charm of the flying swords, this person's skill was profound and his sword technique was superb, far from being comparable to the previous Ling Yunzi and Ling Zhuzi.

His face became solemn. He cast a spell and first sacrificed the Profound Crystal Axe, using the "axe shield" to guard his vitals. Then, he clenched his right hand and grabbed the Spirit Restraining Hoe.

After several months of nurturing, this hoe had gained a bit more spirituality, and it was more rounded and easier to control.

Ling Jianzi's eyes narrowed when he saw the Spirit Restraining Hoe.

He had some knowledge of weapon refining and was quite knowledgeable. He recognized at a glance that this Spirit Restraining Hoe was made of high-quality profound iron, which was usually used as an additive for refining magic weapons, and was of considerable value, something that ordinary small sects could not afford.

However, since the other party did not reveal its origin, even if he killed this person, he would have a reason to justify it.

Ling Jianzi pinched a magic seal, and the black and red swords came through the air without any fancy moves and collided with the Profound Crystal Axe.

The Profound Crystal Axe shook slightly, but the two flying swords somersaulted and nimbly flipped over the axe, stabbing towards Zhang Yuanjing's forehead one after the other.

This flip was extremely smooth, without any stagnation, as if the flying swords were deliberately cooperating with the Profound Crystal Axe.

Zhang Yuanjing's expression tightened. He waved his left hand, and the Profound Crystal Axe spun around and slashed at the two flying swords.

The Profound Crystal Axe was strong in both offense and defense, but it lacked flexibility and was clumsy. When facing such flying swords that were good at dodging and maneuvering, it was often one step slow, and every step was slow.

His spinning axe seemed fierce, but in terms of speed, it could not catch up with the red sword in front. At most, it could intercept the black sword behind.

Ling Jianzi changed his magic seal, and the red flying sword, half a foot ahead, suddenly accelerated and struck Zhang Yuanjing's head directly. The black flying sword behind turned around and drew an arc, stabbing towards his vital throat.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't bother to control the Profound Crystal Axe. His divine sense turned to the Spirit Restraining Hoe and dug it towards the red flying sword. This time, it was fast and accurate.

Ling Jianzi knew the power of the Spirit Restraining Hoe. He pointed his finger at the red flying sword, and the flying sword rotated, avoiding the Spirit Restraining Hoe, and attacked Zhang Yuanjing's back. Zhang Yuanjing ignored the sword's direction and flicked his hand back, knocking against the black flying sword.

This time, Ling Jianzi did not change the attack path of the two swords again. There were only two clangs. The red sword was blocked by Zhang Yuanjing's robe and actually made the sound of metal colliding. Then, it flew back, made a rapid small spin, and prepared to continue attacking.

The black sword was hit by the Spirit Restraining Hoe, and it left as soon as it touched, as fast as lightning, without giving the Spirit Restraining Hoe a chance to restrain its spiritual energy.

However, the power of the Spirit Restraining Hoe was far beyond his estimation. Even though he had refined the two flying swords and his divine sense and mana into a seamless whole, the Spirit Restraining Hoe still stripped a wisp of spiritual energy from the sword at the moment it hit the black sword.

Although this was only a drop in the bucket compared to the majestic mana contained in the black sword, it created a small flaw from the perspective of controlling the flying sword.

In Ling Jianzi's view, the sword of a sword cultivator was the foundation of life and the path of the Dao. No matter how small the flaw, it was still a flaw and could be exploited by the enemy.

He frowned, as if thinking of something, and a few traces of desolation suddenly appeared in his eyes. However, it was immediately replaced by a more fierce killing intent.

He raised his thick black eyebrows, and the magic seal in his hand changed rapidly. The red sword struck Zhang Yuanjing's throat directly, while the black sword bypassed the defense of the Profound Crystal Axe and attacked the back of his head.

At this time, for Zhang Yuanjing, the Profound Crystal Axe was actually useless. It could neither defend nor attack, but instead consumed his divine sense and mana.

However, since he had become accustomed to using the Profound Crystal Axe to fight since he established his foundation, he didn't realize that this was a huge blunder.

As expected, in this defense, the Profound Crystal Axe once again became a decoration. Only the Spirit Restraining Hoe steadily struck the red sword flying in front. The red sword was even more agile. At the moment of hitting the Spirit Restraining Hoe, it passed by and slashed towards the left side of Zhang Yuanjing's neck.

Zhang Yuanjing turned his head in time, and the red sword almost grazed his skin, scaring him into a cold sweat.

He was nurturing the True Inheritance Token in his middle Dantian, which was originally used for emergencies, but when it came to a critical moment, he couldn't use it at all.

At this time, the black sword stabbed his back again, but it didn't hurt him at all because of the robe's defense.

Ling Jianzi was not proud of almost beheading Zhang Yuanjing, but showed a desolate expression again, as if he was dissatisfied with his own moves.

At the moment when the red sword passed by the Spirit Restraining Hoe, he clearly felt that the Spirit Restraining Hoe had taken away another wisp of spiritual energy from the red sword, causing its speed to slow down slightly. Therefore, the accuracy was slightly worse. It was this flaw that allowed Zhang Yuanjing to escape.

Ling Jianzi shook his head slightly, and the magic seal in his hand changed again, controlling the two swords to continue attacking Zhang Yuanjing.

This time, he attacked the back of Zhang Yuanjing's head with the red sword and slashed towards the side of Zhang Yuanjing's neck with the black sword.

From the common sense of fighting, when two spiritual weapons attack a vital point at the same time, it is easy to generate Qi traction when approaching, causing them to deviate. However, since Ling Jianzi controlled two swords alone, he could naturally control the subtleties.

At this time, Zhang Yuanjing was finally awakened by the previous attack of the red sword. He allowed the Profound Crystal Axe to float in front of him and sacrificed the Wind Shadow Blade, hiding it somewhere.

He took a step forward, waved the Spirit Restraining Hoe in his hand, and struck the black sword in front. At the same time, he put a trace of his mind on the True Inheritance Token, preparing to summon it to save his life when the time came.

The red and black swords, one attacking in a straight line and the other circling from the side, were originally one slow and one fast, attacking the target at the same time.

Zhang Yuanjing's seemingly risky step disrupted the rhythm of the two swords' combined attack.

Although Ling Jianzi had enough strength and time to adjust and let Zhang Yuanjing, who was out of the protection of the Profound Crystal Axe, suffer a storm-like attack.

However, the appearance of the Wind Shadow Blade made him feel danger. Although his divine sense could not find the exact location of the blade, he could vaguely sense the approximate area of its existence.

Therefore, he pointed his finger at the black sword that was circling and summoned it back, letting it patrol around his body quickly, and drove the red sword to collide with the Spirit Restraining Hoe.

This time, the Spirit Restraining Hoe caught the opportunity and shaved off 10% of the red sword's spiritual energy.

Ling Jianzi was secretly shocked, and immediately stretched out his hand to hold it, and quickly took back the red sword. Then, without saying a word, he turned around and flew away, just like the fiery sword light when he came.

This person came and went like the wind, freely and easily, very unrestrained. Even as an enemy, Zhang Yuanjing didn't have much hatred, but admired him very much.

He silently took back the Wind Shadow Blade and the Profound Crystal Axe, watching Ling Jianzi's lonely back, but a thought suddenly surged in his heart: this person is a formidable enemy, and he will definitely fight him again, to the death!