Starting from the two realms, cultivating immortality by taming beasts

Chapter 511 Movements of All Parties

Huangyan Realm, Jingyuan Realm, Qingling Sect.

Inside the cultivation cave.

A restless spirit stirred within him. A handsome young cultivator frowned, opened his eyes, and began to divine with one hand.

"strangeness!"

Qingxuan Zhenjun let out a soft exclamation.

As the sect leader of the Qingling Sect and a Nascent Soul Peak True Monarch, he had not experienced such a sudden burst of inspiration for many years, as if some great terror was about to descend.

However, he was not skilled in divination and metaphysics, and the secrets of the Southern Wilderness were obscure, so he was unable to deduce anything in the end.

"Could it be that something has changed in the Three Realms War?"

Qingxuan Zhenjun shook his head, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind.

The Qingling Sect is one of the four major sects in the Huangyan Realm and is protected by the Bahuang Sect. Even if there are changes in the Three Realms War, it is unlikely to affect the sect's foundation built up over tens of thousands of years.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, True Monarch Qingxuan sensed a beam of light descending hastily outside the cave.

"Something really happened!"

With a thought, True Monarch Qingxuan instantly appeared outside the cave.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Despite his anxiety, the green-robed cultivator bowed respectfully according to sect rules to avoid incurring the sect leader's wrath.

"No need for formalities."

Qingxuan Zhenjun's gaze fell on the blood-red jade slip tightly held in the cultivator's hand, and he said solemnly:

"Which True Monarch of the sect has fallen?"

The person who came was a Golden Core cultivator responsible for guarding the sect's soul tablets. If the soul tablets were broken, it meant that a powerful figure had fallen.

Within the Qingling Sect, cultivators who can leave their own aura on their soul tablets are all Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

"I hereby report to the Sect Master."

The green-robed cultivator took a deep breath and truthfully replied, "It is True Monarch Lei Ming, who is in charge of guarding Huidan Market."

Qingxuan Zhenjun's eyelids twitched.

Although he had a grudge against Lu Xi'an, it was a dispute over the path of cultivation, not a personal grudge.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted the lucrative post of guarding Huidanfang City to the latter.

As a result, Lu Xi'an died, and he was even unable to send the news back to the sect before his death.

What does this mean?

This means that Lu Xi'an will either suffer a crushing defeat, without even a chance to escape from a powerful enemy, or he will fall into an ambush and be surrounded and killed by many powerful figures, without even having the opportunity to use his communication skills.

Regardless of the possibility, it indicates that a significant change has occurred in Danfang City that could affect the power structure of the four major factions in Huangyan Realm!

"Did the soul tablet absorb the aura of the person who made the move?" Qingxuan Zhenjun asked directly.

"no."

The green-robed cultivator lowered his head slightly, not daring to raise it.

"Go down."

Qingxuan Zhenjun did not make things difficult for his subordinates, and urged his escape light to head to the forbidden area behind the mountain.

He knew very well that although he was the sect leader of Qingling Sect, in terms of cultivation and combat power, he was on par with Leiming Zhenjun.

To avenge Lord Lei Ming?

What a joke! Since the one who made the move was able to kill Thunder Lord, he could naturally also make him die and disappear.

Qingxuan Zhenjun would not risk fighting a powerful Zhenjun enemy for the sake of a dead man.

However, if they ignore it and allow the pillar of their sect to fall, the vast Qingling Sect will undoubtedly lose face and may even become the target of other sects. "This matter is beyond my ability to resolve!"

Qingxuan Zhenjun sighed inwardly, and the speed of his escape light increased dramatically.

He only stopped when he saw an old woodcutter dressed in coarse cloth and short tunic.

"You've arrived."

The woodcutter put down his axe, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and behaved like an ordinary person, without any airs.

However, True Monarch Qingxuan dared not be careless and bowed slightly: "Junior Qingxuanzi greets Senior Changqing!"

If True Monarch Huang Yanjing were present at this moment, he would probably be horrified to hear the name Changqing.

The reason is simple: Nascent Soul True Monarchs have a lifespan limit.

Changqing Zhenjun was a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator who was already famous in the Yellow Transformation Realm four thousand years ago. He was also a peerless Zhenjun who was only one step away from becoming a Divine Transformation True Venerable. He has lived to this day, and his lifespan is probably over six thousand years.

What is the concept of a Nascent Soul True Monarch who is over six thousand years old?

This has exceeded the limit of lifespan that a Nascent Soul True Monarch in the Southern Wilderness can achieve by consuming elixirs and mystical medicines!

"Little Lu is dead, Huidanfang City is destroyed, and Lingkai Pass is lost."

The woodcutter didn't even look up, picking up his axe and continuing to chop at the tree: "What use are you now, coming to see this old man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a communication talisman appeared before True Monarch Qingxuan.

He scanned the jade slip with his divine sense, his eyes constantly shifting, clearly finding the information recorded within unbelievable.

"True Martial Lord Chen Zi'ang?"

"A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator actually managed to kill Senior Brother Lu despite being beyond his cultivation level!"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Lu faked his death to escape, unwilling to get involved in the mundane affairs of the Qingling Sect?"

After reading the intelligence, True Monarch Qingxuan couldn't help but voice his doubts.

The world is so big, there are all sorts of wonders.

The woodcutter sheathed his axe and sighed softly, "In ancient times, there was a Daoist True Monarch who defied two realms to defeat a Nascent Soul True Monarch. I originally thought it was just ancient people exaggerating and praising, but I never expected that such a hero could appear in this era!"

Qingxuan Zhenjun remained silent.

After a long silence, he finally spoke cautiously: "Senior Changqing, should we target Chen Zi'ang next to prevent him from gaining power?"

Chen Zi'ang was able to defeat Senior Brother Lu even when he was only in the mid-Nascent Soul stage. When he advances to the Nascent Soul Perfection stage in the future, won't he be invincible below the Deity Transformation stage?

As for how Qingling Sect, one of the four major sects of Huangyan Realm, would conduct itself at that time, it would be better to nip it in the bud beforehand.

Upon hearing this, the woodcutter looked up and glanced at True Monarch Qingxuan: "The momentum is already established; how can we stop it?"

A powerful expert capable of killing a peak Nascent Soul cultivator—besides a True Immortal Transformation cultivator taking action, who would dare to declare their certainty of killing such a powerful being!

Even if he could kill, he was unwilling to leave Qingling Back Mountain to avenge his descendants.

"It was the junior's fault for being confused," said True Lord Qingxuan.

The woodcutter shook his head and said nothing.

Qingxuan Zhenjun was no fool to become the sect leader of Qingling Sect. He knew that Qingxuan Zhenjun would not leave the back mountain. He was just using Qingxuan Zhenjun to keep the core members of the sect in line.

Earthly Realm.

Xuanjian Pavilion, Sword Tomb Abyss.

The broken sword stood like a mountain or a tomb, exuding an ancient and eternally sharp sword intent.

As a forbidden area of ​​the Xuanjian Pavilion, this place is deserted all day long.

But today, a middle-aged man dressed in a simple gray robe, who looks to be about thirty years old, stands in front of the Sword Tomb, transforming into a sword and resonating with the sword intent of countless broken swords in the Sword Tomb.

"Uncle-Master Xiaoyao!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

The Carefree Sword Master opened his eyes, without turning his head: "You've disturbed my peace and quiet again."

"What are you saying, Uncle-Master? We are fellow disciples discussing the Dao, how can this be considered a disturbance?" Wuming, the Pavilion Master of Xuanjian Pavilion, appeared.

"You don't come here without a reason. Tell me, what do you want this time?" said the Carefree Sword Master.

"Nothing much, it's just that I've discovered a peerless swordsman and want to recruit him into the sect," Wuming said with a smile.

The Carefree Sword Master turned around, his eyes calm: "If you truly encountered a peerless swordsman, you would probably hide it, why would you proactively tell me?"

"This peerless swordsman is different. I, your junior brother, cannot handle him. Only you, senior brother, can do it." Wuming flattered him.

"Oh, what's different?"

The carefree swordsman's eyes were like swords, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Wuming said with great interest, "This person's talent in swordsmanship is nothing short of monstrous. He was able to kill a Nascent Soul Peak True Monarch with his sword while only having a mid-Nascent Soul cultivation level." Knowing such a prodigy's achievements, he couldn't believe that his martial uncle wouldn't be tempted!

The Carefree Sword Master's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a solemn expression: "Is this true?"

"How could I possibly lie to you?" Wuming said in a deep voice, "It's quite difficult to get him into the Xuanjian Pavilion!"

"Even if it's high enough, can it be as high as my sword?"

The Carefree Sword Master glanced at Wuming: "Stop beating around the bush, just say what you want to say."

Seeing that his martial uncle had been aroused, Wuming went straight to the point: "That sword prodigy is none other than Jingyue Daozi, Zhenwu Zhenjun Chen Zi'ang." Instantly, the atmosphere froze.

After a long silence, the Carefree Sword Master shook his head, breaking the silence: "He's no good."

"May I ask, Martial Uncle, why is that not possible?"

For the sake of his sect's interests and his cultivation path, Wuming could switch factions at any time, becoming a radical, a stable, or even an ascetic within the sect. This was especially true after he learned of the fall of True Monarch Leiming, the fall of the Pill Market, and the capture of Lingkai Pass on the border of Huangyan Realm by the Mirror Moon Sect.

As the leader of the radical faction, Wuming could foresee Chen Zi'ang's potential and even felt that the radical faction within the sect was too conservative, so he was willing to take a gamble. The Xuanjian Pavilion and the Jingyue Sect were originally one family.

If Xuanjian Pavilion offers enough sincerity, why can't Chen Zi'ang become a Daoist of Jingyue Sect and a Swordsman of Xuanjian Pavilion?

If Chen Zi'ang can successfully attain the Dao True Venerable realm in the future, wouldn't the merger of the Xuanjian Pavilion and the Jingyue Sect be able to restore the glory of the ancient Taiyi Dao Sect? "He is a sword cultivator, not a saber cultivator," the Carefree Sword Lord corrected.

"Uncle-Master, being bound by form and object is not the way of a sword cultivator."

In Wuming's view, there is not much difference between sword cultivators and saber cultivators; what matters is the artistic conception.

"You've really taught me a lesson. Unless Chen Zi'ang can gain the approval of the Taiyi Slaying Sword, even if he becomes a True Venerable of the Nascent Soul Realm, he can only suppress the Earthly Realm for a time, causing our sect's cultivators to go into seclusion and not concern themselves with worldly affairs," said the Carefree Sword Lord in a deep voice.

Indeed, no one can stop the Nascent Soul True Venerable who wields the Heavenly One Northern Sea Mirror.

Even if the four sects of Xuanjian, Qingmu, Fenyan, and Chongjin were to unleash their full power, they would not be able to win; their defeat was inevitable.

The Carefree Sword Master was well aware of this, but he had no way to change the sect's decision regarding the [Taiyi Slaying Sword], a treasure of their sect.

The reason is simple: the fact that he couldn't defeat the Nascent Soul True Venerable who wielded the Tianyi Beiming Mirror with his Taiyi Slaying Sword doesn't mean that the Taiyi Slaying Sword is incapable of contending with the Nascent Soul True Venerable who wielded the Tianyi Beiming Mirror; those are two different things.

Dao artifacts possess spirits; if they are willing to utilize their original essence, even the so-called Divine Transformation True Venerable is merely a slightly larger ant.

Therefore, with the Taiyi Slaying Sword forbidding it, the idea of ​​the five sects merging into one became a pipe dream.

"Isn't there any other possibility?" Wuming was somewhat unwilling to accept it.

Given his current state in the Earthly Realm, he sees no hope of advancing any further; at best, he will only reach the Nascent Soul stage at best.

As for going further, like Uncle Xiaoyao who studies the sect's Dao artifacts and attempts to attain the Divine Transformation through a different path, he lacks the aptitude. Only when the Five Sects produce a True Divine Transformation Venerable, unify the Earthly Evolution Realm, and contend with the Eight Desolate Sect and the Heavenly Craft Talisman Sect to dominate the Southern Wilderness, will he, as a high-ranking member of the sect, have a glimpse of the Divine Transformation realm.

Before learning the news today, Wuming did not believe that Chen Ziang would be the exception who could prove the Dao and become a True Venerable.

"Very well, I have been sitting in the Sword Tomb for many years, and I am too restless to think about going out for a walk and meeting with the Earth Evolution Sword Cultivator."

The carefree swordsman's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot:

"You will be in charge of guarding the Sword Tomb Abyss during this period."

"Yes, Uncle-Master."

As Wuming watched the figure of the carefree swordsman disappear, his expression returned to calm.

Mirror Moon Sea, Mirror Moon Sect.

The Alchemy Hall.

The gate, silent for many years, roared and slowly opened to both sides, revealing a graceful figure.

"It's finally done!"

Li Wan'er stepped out of the alchemy room, her eyes filled with undisguised joy.

This seclusion to refine pills took a lot of time, but she finally succeeded and became one of the few Xuan Dan masters in the Di Yan region. Even her own cultivation level improved.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for the great limitations of her cultivation level, with her current alchemy skills, even if she failed once in alchemy, it wouldn't take her so long to refine a batch of Nascent Soul Pills.

"I wonder if my junior brother has already attained the Dao of a True Monarch."

A figure suddenly appeared in Li Wan'er's mind.

If not, the Nascent Soul Pill she just refined could be of great help to her junior brother.

"call out!"

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared; it was none other than Zhu Wuyai, the patriarch of the Mirror Moon Sect.

"How is it?" Zhu Wuyai asked with a light laugh.

Even though he had already sensed the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he still had to speak up to confirm.

The reason is simple: every Xuan Dan master capable of refining Nascent Soul Pills is a core high-ranking member of a major cultivation sect, holding a position above ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarchs. "It's done."

Li Wan'er nodded and asked the question she was most concerned about:

"Where is Junior Brother Chen? Where is he?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyai's eyes showed a strange expression.

Every time he tried to hone Chen Ziang's skills, the latter would bring unexpected surprises.

This time is no exception.

"He's at Linglan Pass," Zhu Wuyai said.

"Junior brother is in trouble?" Li Wan'er's expression changed slightly.

If I remember correctly, Lingkai Pass should be an important border city on the eastern edge of Huangyan Realm, under the jurisdiction of Qingling Sect. Junior Brother Chen is a steady and reliable person, so why would he appear in such a dangerous place for no reason!

"He's fine. Lingkai Pass has now been occupied by our sect," Zhu Wuyai said.

Li Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you're alright. She didn't care about the jurisdiction of Lingkai Pass; she only cared about the safety of her junior brother Chen.

But Zhu Wuyai's next words made Li Wan'er look at him with disbelief.

What's going on?

She secluded herself for over fifty years, not over five hundred years!

Even if he took a fourth-grade top-quality Xuan Dan, Junior Brother Chen could not possibly become a top expert capable of suppressing a peak Nascent Soul cultivator in such a short time! Seeing Li Wan'er's eyes, Zhu Wuyai was not surprised.

Lei Ming Zhenjun was no ordinary peak Nascent Soul cultivator. The one who could kill him, even if not a perfected Nascent Soul Zhenjun, was not far off.

Even though Zhu Wuyai was used to all kinds of things, he was momentarily stunned when he first heard the news.

If this cultivation progress continues, could Chen Zi'ang surpass him and become a Nascent Soul Perfection Grand Cultivator in another two or three hundred years? On the other side, in the Southern Yan Realm, at the Eight Desolate Sect.

Ning Xuanji narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the jade table lightly with his fingertips.

At the same time, millions of miles away in the Southern Realm, a divine sense clone suddenly appeared within the Blood Fortune Sect's restrictive barrier, making no attempt to conceal its Nascent Soul stage aura. The Blood Demon True Venerable, unperturbed, remarked, "What brings you to my filthy place today, True Venerable?"

"Blood Demon, have you forgotten your promise from back then, and instead allowed Chen Zi'ang to gain power?" Ning Xuanji questioned.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty."

Blood Demon True Venerable laughed: "Chen Zi'ang is doomed. You only need to prepare that half-stage Nascent Soul opportunity."

Ning Xuanji gave Blood Demon True Venerable a deep look, and his divine sense clone slowly dissipated.

"I hope so."