Chapter 920
Training Disciples, A Battle with Yu tide
Chapter 920 Training Disciples, A Battle with Yu tide
On the deck of the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat, more than a hundred cultivators gathered, and exclamations of surprise rose and fell.
"so big!"
"You're so ignorant!"
This is called vast and majestic, towering and boundless.
"But is this all there is to Huitong Mall?"
"It is several times the size of the Cold Wind Valley within the sect, teeming with cultivators and immortals like rain."
Looking up at the sky, the majestic ancient city stretches for dozens of miles, lying prostrate on the ground like an ancient behemoth.
"We've finally arrived!"
Shen Che had a chiseled face and eyes as black as lacquer. He wore a purple bamboo crown, a black and white robe, and a long sword at his waist, exuding confidence and charisma.
"Junior Sister Qingtang, come quick! We've arrived at Huitong Mall!"
"We will surely achieve great things in the mall, make great progress in our cultivation, and even rival the sect leader!"
His eyes burned with fervor, his mind racing. 'The sect leader has also condensed a true core, but his mid-grade wood spirit root is no match for my high-grade spirit root.'
What he can do, I can do too.
He can be replaced!
"Four Seas Business Alliance"
At its peak, it was a powerful force at the Nascent Soul stage, with True Monarchs above and Grand True Persons running rampant in the middle, and countless geniuses within the alliance.
As the pretty young girl stepped out of the cave, Xie Qingtang murmured softly under Shen Che's admiring gaze, her doe-like eyes filled with longing.
As a Core Formation cultivator, she was quite knowledgeable, having traveled extensively throughout Great Yun, whether in Fengling Immortal City or Dadu Ancient City.
Even the Xuan Yang Mountain stronghold in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, which has been established for thousands of years, cannot compare with Huitong Mall.
"Junior Sister Qingtang, this mall has only been established for two hundred years. It is said that the expansion of the ice plains has brought about many opportunities."
The Four Seas Business Alliance dispatched several Grand Masters, including many experts in formations and feng shui.
Shen Che took small steps closer to Xie Qingtang, his demeanor elegant, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Qingtang, do not worry."
"The ancient city of Huitong is a gathering place for true immortals, offering countless opportunities. You are sure to find the spiritual item you seek, the Ice Soul Seed."
"Mmm," Xie Qingtang responded softly, not avoiding the intense gaze.
The two have known each other for over a hundred years. Although they are not as close as one person, their friendship is still quite deep.
Shen Che was overjoyed, and a surge of affection rapidly swelled in his heart.
He and Xie Qingtang met when they were cultivating their Qi. They were both immortal seedlings who entered Xuanyang Mountain in the same batch, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were childhood sweethearts.
Xie Qingtang used to be cold and aloof, neither close nor distant.
He tried to subtly express his feelings several times, but was rejected each time.
He originally intended to forcefully marry Xie Qingtang as his Daoist partner after he achieved Core Formation, but unexpectedly, she also achieved Core Formation.
Now things have taken an unexpected turn!
Shen Che became increasingly attentive, meticulously recounting the secret information he had painstakingly collected.
Xie Qingtang listened intently, but her thoughts drifted far away.
"The third-grade, mid-level Ice Soul Seed has the effect of purifying the body and suppressing the mind; it is a rare spiritual object for the soul."
The ancient city of Huitong possesses such a spiritual object; even one or two early-stage Core Formation cultivators are of little use to it.
A fragrant breeze wafted by, and Su Yunni, combing her hair, blazed with ambition in her eyes, her voluptuous and graceful body trembling slightly.
This is the opportunity to go further.
As long as one can gain a foothold in the city and absorb the spiritual objects and precious medicines that gather from all directions, how much will one's cultivation progress?
Thirty percent?
Fifty percent?
Still 70%?
Her eyes, brimming with spring water, gazed at the top of the central pavilion of the flying boat, where a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes exuded an aura that was both subtle and profound.
If Fang Yi can do it, why can't she?
"eccentric!"
Above the crimson-sky flying cloud boat, the carved railings and jade-paved pavilions are surrounded by rosy light.
Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the three Core Formation cultivators on the deck who were full of excitement and anticipation, and nodded slightly.
The Daoist masters under his command are full of ambition, which will help Xuan Yang Mountain to establish itself in the ancient city.
Thinking of the Thunder Rhinoceros Scroll in the Blessed Land of Withered Glory, which spews forth lightning, he knew what was going on.
"With such a treasure bestowed upon us by our Martial Uncle Red Eyebrows, we cannot be satisfied with exchanging the flesh and blood of demonic beasts for spiritual items."
"At least we must secure a place in Huitong Ancient City so that Xuanyang Mountain can continuously draw nourishment and enrich itself."
Fang Yi's gaze paused at the southwest corner, and he continued to probe with his divine sense.
'interesting.'
Sensing the almost vanished life force, a smile appeared on his lips.
In the frigid, bone-chilling frozen ground, which should be a vast expanse of white, a jade ribbon now stretches across the glaciers.
As heavy snow fell, icy spiritual energy gathered in the clouds, transforming into hailstones the size of millstones that pelted down, followed closely by cold rain.
Its power is no less than that of a True Person of the Ice Realm using supernatural powers and spells.
"Buzz!"
Blue ripples spread, and the jade belt remains ever green with spring.
Looking closely, one can see tender green branches intertwined and shrubs stretching out in the jade belt, weaving a seven-foot-wide road that extends into the depths of the ice field, with clusters of small yellow flowers blooming.
"What power is this?"
"Could this be the existence of a primordial spirit within the law?"
"If a True Core Formation cultivator could truly accomplish this, the Daoist aura would remain undiminished, altering the celestial phenomena."
"According to the ancient records of our sect, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch is nothing more than this."
The cultivators on the deck were making a ruckus. Even the several high-level Core Formation cultivators looked at each other, their hearts churning with emotion.
It's not that they lack knowledge or understanding.
Those cultivators who can form a true core and enjoy a lifespan of five hundred years are all those who have fought their way out amidst thousands of troops.
In particular, the spiritual resources of the Great Cloud are scarce, making it quite difficult for cultivators to even reach the Foundation Establishment stage.
But the spring scenery within the jade belt before their eyes exceeded everyone's expectations and was astonishing.
If the vibrant spring scenery could be maintained for a time, everyone present could do so by using magical artifacts or performing wood magic.
However, in the frozen wasteland, the cultivator who left the jade belt had already departed, and his aura could not be detected at all.
A remnant of divine power, yet it possesses such might!
Xie Qingtang and Su Yunni exchanged a glance, both seeing lingering fear in each other's eyes.
"Is this the Great Yu?"
"There were top-tier Grandmasters fighting against each other, and not just one."
One was well-versed in the ways of vitality, while the other's energy was somewhat gloomy and he was trying his best to restrain it.
Fang Yi murmured softly. Even though the cultivator who made the move had gone far away, he could still feel that extremely pure aura, no weaker than the one he possessed at his peak in his previous life.
"This trade fair organized by the Four Seas Business Alliance is getting more and more interesting."
Liu Jing is Hu Yuzhao's disciple and the core direct descendant of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance. Since he said that the seven treasures to be presented at the end are all related to spiritual objects such as the Stone-Seeing Silver and the Blood Sea Lotus.
Seven near-fourth-tier spiritual items, at such a high price, the Huitong Mall is bound to be bustling.
"With this trade fair as bait, the Icefield Tribulation cultivators will surely gather here."
Just as Chi Yin was advancing to the Great Corpse King realm and wished to follow the path of the Drought Demon, he needed to replenish himself with a large amount of blood food.
"In the land of withered and flourishing blessings, the mire of flesh and blood can dry up for a long time."
He reached out and made a grasping motion, drawing in invisible energy that transformed into two rice-grain-sized pearls in his palm.
"Oh!"
One of the precious pearls exploded, turning into gray light and dissipating without ever taking shape.
"Is he a great master of the Yin and Yang path, acting furtively and suspiciously? Does he not belong to the righteous path?"
Fang Yi gazed at the remaining pearl in his palm, his magical power surging forth.
The pearl was bluish-brown in color, accompanied by the Daoist aura of decay and prosperity, and rising mist.
The fields are faintly visible, with rice stalks bent low by the weight of the grain, creating waves of golden wheat.
"A Grand Master who also cultivates spiritual plants?"
Thinking of the information given by the Three Apertures Master Xu Zangze, he seemed to be pondering something and had already made a guess in his mind.
"Cultivators with such profound knowledge of spiritual plants in the vast icy plains all cultivate in Medicine King Valley."
Even those rogue cultivators who occasionally reach the Great True Person realm lack such profound foundation.
Sensing the resilient vitality within the jade belt, Fang Yi murmured to himself:
"Among the cultivators of the Icefield Medicine King Valley, the one with the deepest foundation in spiritual plants is Qing Suizi, a quasi-grandmaster in the field of spiritual plants."
The patriarch Guang Sheng fought Qing Sui Zi in the Jianyang Secret Realm and left behind records praising him highly.
"Isn't he confronting Zoroastrianism?"
Fang Yi frowned slightly. Qing Sui had reached the perfect stage of Core Formation. At this level of cultivation, the most crucial matter was planning to condense her Nascent Soul, not traveling thousands of miles to the Huitong Mall territory to fight against the Grand Master of the Yinming Dao.
"Buzz!"
"You scoundrel, I've finally waited for you!"
Ten miles away from the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat, a graceful female cultivator with ethereal energy, holding the Nether Spring Pearl in her hand, stepped on the azure waves.
"Oh? You've finally shown yourself." Fang Yi composed himself, and magical power flowed gently through his meridians.
"Fang Yi, prepare to die!"
The hatred for the massacre of his family and the resentment of killing his master surged into his heart.
Ruan Yuxi's eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred, as she stared intently at the weathered cultivator with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes in the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat.
In the blink of an eye.
She had already reached the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat. With a flick of her slender hand, she slapped down the Nether Spring Pearl.
"The Great Master has made a move!!"
A massive surge of water crashed down, causing chaos among the cultivators aboard the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat.
The Bodhi branch, stained with the blood, shot out, brushing against the willow in the wind, and lashed down.
"Snapped!"
"boom!"
The sky was divided into two colors, dark green and turquoise, with waves of energy rolling and shaking the spiritual tides for miles around.
"Seventh level of Core Formation cultivation?"
Furthermore, this magical power contains Daoist principles; is it a Heavenly Spiritual Root?!
A smile appeared on Fang Yi's lips. The Daoist aura of withering and flourishing flowed on his golden core, allowing him to vaguely glimpse a trace of Ruan Yuxi's foundation.
"interesting.
Even within the Zoroastrian Church, cultivators with Heavenly Spiritual Roots are carefully nurtured successors of the lineage.
Did the Zoroastrian monks know anything about Ruan Yuxi's background?
"Buzz!" The azure spiritual tide surged and rippled, causing the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat to rise and fall.
The cultivators on the boat looked panicked, some unleashing flying swords and magical treasures to slash down, others casting talismans, and still others sending out streaks of golden needles.
The ten colors of spiritual light were dazzling and mixed, with the forces of water and fire colliding from time to time, and the spiritual light of metal and wood clashing.
"quiet!"
Qin Yu was dressed in a black robe and wore a black crown, his expression calm and composed.
He exhaled a thunderous sound, silencing the panicked cultivators on the deck, and then spoke.
"Junior Sister Su, Junior Sister Xie, and Junior Brother Li, please protect the treasure ship first!"
Junior Brother Shen and I dispersed the aftershocks of our fight to prevent them from affecting the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples in our sect.
As for the Great Master?
They're nothing but remnants of the Azure Water Pavilion, cowards who'd rather flee in terror than face their wrath. The sect leader himself will surely stop them!
"Several years ago, when the sect leader returned from the mall, he killed two Grandmasters!"
With a leading cultivator and Fang Yi's impressive battle record, the chaos on the deck gradually subsided.
Familiar cultivators formed simple Three Powers, Four Symbols, and Five Elements formations in pairs.
Su Yunni and Xie Qingtang made their move, unfurling a scroll of cold wind painting and a blue silk ribbon to suppress the spiritual tide.
The Netherworld Pearl spun rapidly, clashing and battling with the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch in mid-air, creating an ever-growing spiritual tide.
"boom!"
The cyan whip flashed down, severing several thousand-foot-high peaks on the frozen earth.
The Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat became unstable again.
After the flying sword spat out its sword light and shattered a turquoise tide, Shen Che's body became unsteady, and he murmured softly.
"The aftershocks alone are this terrifying, yet Sect Leader Fang Yi was able to stop this Grand Master and not be at a disadvantage?!"
Su Yunni and Xie Qingtang's faces turned pale, and the cold wind painting and blue silk they activated gradually became unable to suppress the spiritual tide.
Even the aftershocks of a battle between Great True Immortals are enough to cripple a newly advanced Core Formation True Immortal.
Su Yunni, Xie Qingtang, and Shen Che concealed their arrogance and restrained their unbridled thoughts after forming their core. Qin Yu nodded slightly.
After some tweaking, it became more convenient to use in the Huitong Mall.
Seeing that the time was almost right, a green branch flew out from his sleeve and wrapped up Shen Che's flying sword magic weapon that was about to be severely injured.
Then she called out softly, "Junior Brother Heng!"
"Understood"
Li Heng wore a robe of vast ocean magic, a crown of nine springs on his head, and a long sword at his waist. His aura was boundless and unfathomable.
'The eldest brother is becoming more and more like the master.'
He murmured softly, his face calm.
When he first saw the Grand Master blocking his way, he was somewhat flustered. After all, in Dayun, the Grand Master was the most powerful figure, single-handedly supporting the entire sect.
But this is not the first time.
"He's just a Grand Master; Master has killed more than one before."
"One day I too will be able to attain this level of cultivation."
"Edict!"
With a wave of his sleeve, he raised the Overturning Heaven and Sea Banner, which had only a few holes left on its surface, and drew upon the water spirit, which transformed into azure light that enveloped the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat.
The Azure Tide crashed down relentlessly, but it could not shake the flying boat as it had before.
"The Banner That Overturns the Seas and Turns the Sky!"
Ruan Yuxi's voice was hoarse, and the killing intent in her eyes was almost tangible. After the battle that wiped out the Biyue Pavilion, her heart felt like it was being gnawed by a thousand ants.
They thought that with Bai Yuan, a Nascent Soul seed of the Zoroastrian sect, taking action, they could avenge their grievances.
Unexpectedly, even the Fiery True Lord, who humbled himself and took action, could not defeat Xuan Yang Mountain.
Now Li Heng dares to provoke her like this, activating the treasured artifact of the Jade Water Pavilion right in front of her.
"You're asking for death, you brat!"
The veil of mist and water that swirled around her arms danced like a venomous dragon, coiling towards Li Heng's head.
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Li Heng was terrified, but he did not try to escape.
"Oh!
"Another top-grade magic weapon. It seems Fellow Daoist Yu Xi has quite the luck and is highly regarded by the Fire Worship Sect."
A soft laugh echoed for miles around. Fang Yi waved his hand and threw out the Azure Lotus Banner. Lotus blossoms fell, transforming into an endless expanse of green lotus leaves reaching to the sky.
The veil of mist and water was of high quality; the seven treasures absorbed the spiritual light, and like a giant python, it strangled the green lotus.
As one lotus flower falls, another blooms, life ceaselessly regenerating within the Azure Lotus Domain, trapping Yan Shui Sha and preventing her from escaping.
"How could Fang Yi have such profound knowledge? He's only at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage!"
Ruan Yuxi stood on the azure tide, her face gloomy. She possessed the Heavenly Spirit Root and held two top-grade magic treasures, the Smoke Water Veil and the Nether Spring Pearl, in her hands.
She wasn't some rootless rogue cultivator, yet she couldn't gain any advantage over Fang Yi.
No way!
"I am no match for Chi Meizi. The more outstanding Fang Yi becomes, the more he must not be allowed to live. He will surely make Xuan Yang Mountain bleed with envy."
"Fellow Daoist Yu Xi, what are you pondering so intently?"
Fang Yi's mocking voice came from seven feet behind her. Ruan Yuxi was terrified and frantically activated her magic power.
"Buzz!"
A hazy gray shadow appeared, and Yuan Hai's withered arms were covered with hideous white bones, heading straight for Yu tide's heart.
"boom!"
A bright blue talisman leaped out, transforming into a phantom of a black tortoise, which swept up Ruan Yuxi and carried her away for a hundred feet.
"A high-grade, third-tier escape talisman?"
"What a pity, the spiritual treasures and materials of the Great Yu are far superior to those of the Great Yun, and these escape treasures are several times more numerous."
Fang Yi frowned slightly, and the pivot mudra between his eyebrows continued to rotate.
"Roar!"
A cold wave surged, and Tiger Hill leaped out.
Fang Yi, Hu Qiu, and Yuan Hai stood in three directions, their qi locking Ruan Yuxi in place.
(End of this chapter)