The Forbidden Path to Immortality - Chapter 59

Chapter 7 War Begins

A continuous stream of screams, almost a single chorus, erupted from all directions. Yan Shuiyue looked back in horror. The disciples from various sects, who had been so excited, had suddenly collapsed, more than a dozen.

No one understood what was happening until four or five figures soared into the sky, and only then did anyone regain their composure.

“Spies, spies, those are monsters in disguise!”

Panic erupted. Disciples from various

sects drew their swords, trying to give chase, only to hear more screams. It was unknown how many monsters had infiltrated the crowd, taking advantage of everyone’s attention, striking again, and knocking down another seven or eight disciples.

The disciples were in complete disarray. Most of them were just acquaintances, and some were meeting for the first time. In their panic, they perceived everyone around them as suspicious, each a lurking monster.

The scene was tense, and everyone was wary of the dangers around them, which meant they were wary of everyone around them. It was like a powder keg; the slightest spark would cause a devastating explosion.

It was easy to imagine that the lurking monsters would not hesitate to add another layer of force.

Yan Shuiyue was near the chaos, a bystander who could see the situation clearly.

However, ever since she began practicing Taoism, she had been chanting sutras and making divinations within the sect. How could she have ever seen such a scene? Even though she had thought of at least ten ways to resolve the situation, she was so nervous and frightened that she couldn’t utter a single word.

At that moment, she was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

At that moment, a loud shout rang out from behind her: “Shut up!”

Yan Shuiyue opened her eyes wide and looked back. In fact, everyone in the venue had done the same thing.

People saw a figure wearing a metal mask, with a long sword drawn and pointing it at the sky. He was very eye-catching and dazzling!

Li Xun seemed oblivious to the hundreds of gazes. He pointed his sword skyward and spoke rapidly, each word clear and distinct, without a single ambiguity. “Disciples of the Mingxin Sword Sect gather here. Register in order of seniority. From this moment on, all disciples of each sect raise your hands. Anyone who moves or speaks recklessly will be killed!”

He paused, then squeezed another word from between his teeth, word by word: “Use your Qi to protect your bodies. From this moment on, those attacked must not fight back. Otherwise, both parties will be killed!”

The last four words were as hard as iron and as cold as ice, like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads. The noisy voices of the disciples were completely suppressed by this shout, and for a moment, the entire venue was as still as death!

The silence lasted only a blink of an eye, and then someone responded with a curse: “You fucking…”

A flash of green light flashed in everyone’s pupils, and the man’s unfinished words were forever uttered. His massive head flew into the air, blood gushing from his neck.

Yan Shuiyue could clearly see that it was none other than the cultivator named “Luo Wuchang.”

At that moment, a sudden realization struck her: “Luo Wuchang, Luo Qichang… how could a disciple have

such a taboo name?”

The entire venue sank into a sweltering ice. All the disciples could hear was Li Xun’s cold voice: “I have Immortal Master Zhong Yin’s Xingtian Magic Sword here. Who has any objections?”

Zhong Yin’s name was renowned throughout history; of course, there would be no objections. Hundreds of disciples raised their hands high in the air. Wen Hai, a member of the crowd, shouted, “Wen Hai is here!”

He leaped up, and seeing that Li Xun had no objections, he landed beside him.

Wu Lingquan and Ling Mu Ren then called out to the others, and soon everyone gathered. Female disciples from various sects also joined them. Fortunately, nothing happened.

Even so, one person was still lost during the headcount.

Just then, a flash of swords and figures appeared nearby. All the sect masters and elders from the Never-Sleeping City had arrived, and the situation naturally calmed down.

At that moment, two demons were still trying to make a last-ditch effort, but they were killed by Master Tianzhi’s void power.

The disciples cheered together. At this time, Yan Shuiyue looked at Li Xun, only to see that he had put down his sword and was sheathing it.

Although her facial expression could not be seen clearly, his demeanor was as calm as water, which was completely different from the excitement of the disciples around him.

This person is so strange, it’s like he has become a completely different person!

She only thought of this. The situation changed so quickly afterwards that it was really hard to keep up. The bodies of the two demons killed by Master Tianzhi had not yet fallen to the ground. The gloomy sky seemed to be splashed with ink and turned black in the blink of an eye.

The light that had not changed for thousands of years was wiped out in an instant, which would make anyone stunned.

But what is more terrifying than this darkness is the reason for this darkness.

“In the North Sea lies a gigantic fish, thousands of miles long. It spews forth the snow from the three mountains, swallowing the waters of a hundred rivers. It follows the ocean’s currents, its brilliance rising with the wind. I observe it soaring through the sky, its 90,000-square-meter reach never ending

.” Yan Shuiyue had only seen this description in the sect’s texts. At the time, she had labored to imagine what it would feel like to soar through the air thousands of miles across.

Now, she had truly witnessed it.

Although the sky seemed perpetually dark, eagle-eyed cultivators could see that the veil of darkness was slowly stirring, a living breathing, so that a strange whistling sound echoed throughout a thousand-mile radius.

The sky, the earth, and the ocean trembled, the entire City That Never Sleeps groaned, and lights began to flicker outside.

This was the activation of the city’s protective barrier. Earlier, the Aurora Wall on the North Sea had already begun to stir, its lights echoing from both sides, temporarily dividing the darkness.

However, even the Aurora Wall that stretched for thousands of miles along the seashore could only become a useless glass wall in front of this huge monster!

The sound of twisting and breaking came from the distant sea. Looking from the City That Never Sleeps, you can see large areas of the Aurora Wall breaking and peeling off. The Aurora magnetic field bursting out from it hit the dark sky, and only a few sparks flickered before disappearing.

“Old Monster Kunpeng! “

A high-pitched whistle that reached the sky rose straight up. It was the challenge from Li Douliang, the leader of the Soul-Suppressing Sect. The magnificent whistle was like a giant fist that shot up into

the sky, slamming fiercely onto the endless “sky”. With a “crack”, a large crack was broken in the newly built restriction outside the city, followed by a thunderous roar in the sky:

the entire City That Never Sleeps lit up, and the building complexes made of snow-gold sulfur stone emitted a hazy white light one after another. When these lights gathered together, the entire City That Never Sleeps was shrouded in a vast mist of light, like a dream.

Yan Shuiyue had seen this record in the sect’s classics. She clapped her hands and shouted, “Eternal Night Aurora…”

Just as she shouted, in the center of the City That Never Sleeps, in front of the Guangji Main Hall, a purple pillar of light shot up into the sky, and then swung left and right like a sword holding up the sky, and then spun violently. In an instant, the white mist of light turned purple!

Without a single pause, a riot of colors shot out, one after another. The initial purple light was squeezed to the top, and then layers of various colors of light mist gradually emerged, surging into the sky. It resembled a rainbow, but the interweaving and blurry hues were something even rainbows could never achieve.

This spectacle of the multicolored light mist coexisting in the sky lasted only half a breath. Soon, the various colors faded, leaving only a single, shimmering green mist, spreading out, connecting heaven and earth, stretching for a thousand miles.

As this green mist spread, another roar erupted from the sky, this one a thousand times sharper than the previous one.

Yan Shuiyue felt as if thunder had cracked in her ears, her head was buzzing, and blood was pouring from her mouth and nose. Her body went limp, and she was about to fall, but someone caught her.

She looked back and cried out joyfully, “Master!” The person

holding her up was none other than her master, Taoist Yu Lan.

This was a middle-aged Taoist nun of plain appearance, but her eyes held a deep, unfathomable brilliance. Standing there, she exuded a certain grace that made no one dare to disrespect her.

Taoist Yu Lan glanced at her and nodded, saying, “Eternal Night Aurora has adjusted its magnetic properties. Under the influence of mutual restraint, the old demon Kunpeng is no longer a threat. However, there are still Gu Yin, Yao Feng, and others. Your power is limited, so you can’t help. Go to the inner city’s magnetic center to assist in the defense!”

Yan Shuiyue knew that while her master was usually affable,

he was a man of his word when it mattered most. Not daring to lose her temper at this moment, she nodded and turned to leave. As her gaze shifted, she caught sight of the masked man again. A strikingly beautiful female cultivator was speaking to him, but he simply shook his head.

“This strange fellow, his skills are clearly not that great, how could he have pulled off such a powerful sword

move? Hmm, could it be that the sword techniques of the Mingxin Sword Sect are truly so miraculous?”

Yan Shuiyue felt a sense of defeat. Ever since she practiced the Water Mirror Technique, she had always been able to discern people’s skills accurately, but she hadn’t expected to be wrong today.

However, on second thought, the first time she saw this person, she had mentally criticized him as having “blood-stained pupils, a fierce spirit, and an endless killing calamity.” This seemed to have been somewhat reflected in the turmoil just now, so this wasn’t a bad idea.

Infinite opportunities, half and half. This way, she could earn the title of “Senior Sister”! “

Thinking of this, the young disciple of Shuijing Sect felt relieved and left with a smile.

Here, Mingji persuaded Li Xun a few words, and seeing that he was determined to stay here, she said no more.

In fact, Li Xun’s behavior was what she really wanted.

Thinking back to the past, she also improved her cultivation through repeated life-and-death battles, and hovered on the line of life and death several times before she achieved what she has today.

If Li Xun really listened to her advice and hid in a safe place, she would look down on him.

The communication between the two people could only stop here. With the movement of the Eternal Night Aurora, the body of the old demon Kunpeng that covered the sky and the sun was shrinking rapidly, and soon, the sky returned to its usual brightness.

However, at the moment when the skylight flashed, above the North Sea, countless sword lights came across the sea.

Since the Miaohua Sect proposed the Loose Cultivator Alliance, the largest-scale battle with the righteous sect broke out.

Eternal Night The Aurora may be one of the most mysterious forbidden formations in the Tongxuan Realm, but its greatest power lies only in its targeted attacks on the enemy.

In other words, it is stronger in attack than in defense, and the real protective restriction is still the Aurora Wall outside the city. And how can the Aurora Wall withstand peerless masters like Yao Feng and Gu Yin?

A flash of vermilion suddenly appeared on the horizon. It flashed from the junction of light and darkness, and then extended to the entire junction of sea and sky in the blink of an eye. The sea water turned blood red in an instant, like rolling magma. In the misty water vapor, a tide rose, and the Wanli Aurora Wall, which was already riddled with holes on the coast, shattered.

Then, everyone in the city saw the miserable red shadow in the sky.

Li Xun held his breath, his eyes fixed on it.

She was still the same, still wearing that fiery red dress, but exuding a coldness like ice and snow.

The only difference from Tiandu Peak is , she covered her face with a thin red veil, hiding her stunning appearance, revealing only a pair of dark eyes that were bright and fiery.

Is this considered meeting again?

Li Xun’s heart was beating very hard, he didn’t know if this could be considered fear.

There was a time when Yao Feng was the devil in his heart. In front of her, he was a paper bag filled with water. With a slight squeeze, all the shame would burst out.

He could even imagine the way Yao Feng looked at him – like a stray dog, a cartilage worm, a toy that could be controlled at will, or, like a ball of air!

There was nothing wrong with this. If it weren’t for the changes in Songjing, he, Li Xun, would be a dog, a bug, a toy, a ball of air! He would not deny this.

However, what cannot be denied is that things have changed!

He has two who may be the strongest in history. Youxuan Puppet became the most promising disciple of a prominent family in the Ghost Devouring Shadow Sect. At the same time, he was also recognized as one of the most promising younger generations in the Mingxin Sword Sect!

When all this came together, what could he not do?

What was he afraid of?

Maybe it would take a hundred years, or two hundred years, he wasn’t sure, but there was only one thing he could be sure of… In the future, when he had the chance, he would definitely treat the Demon Phoenix “well”!

Looking at the figure in the sky, his eyes blurred. He took a deep breath. In the cold wind, there seemed to be a hint of an indescribable fragrance. This breath, carried by the wind, blew into his lungs.

Was this… the smell of fire?

At this moment, he felt a pain in his waist, which made him come back to his senses. At this moment, he also happened to see Mingji’s eyes. There was some dissatisfaction in them, but more of encouragement: “Don’t embarrass yourself, I won’t let you deal with her!”

Li Xun was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Mingji meant. He felt amused in his heart, but there was such an impulse that made him draw his sword from its sheath for a few seconds, and then, he said word by word: “Sooner or later, there will be such a day!”

Mingji raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile filling his eyes. “Alright… but before that, it depends on whether I’m willing!” Just

as his uncle and nephew chatted, a demonic phoenix in the sky extended a finger, pointed at the ground, and then, with a gentle hook!

A sudden gust of wind arose, and flames flew everywhere!

The restrictions surrounding the Never-Sleeping City proved useless, shattered by the first wave of shockwaves.

The entire Never-Sleeping City was instantly swept by a storm of fire. The city’s sturdy buildings survived relatively well, but the trees, flowers, and grass, even with the protection of the restrictions, were decimated.

As the flames flashed, numerous cultivators soared onto their swords. Even those who were slow to react used their true energy to shield themselves, blocking the blow.

This seemingly random attack was undoubtedly a demonstration. In other words, a challenge!

Within the sect leader’s circle of elders, only three or five were qualified and capable of a challenge, and the most suitable among them…

A sword chant echoed, and Qingming, enveloped in pure energy, launched himself into the air. No one here was more suited to battle the Demon Phoenix, both publicly and privately.

At that moment, everyone present heard Qingming’s shout, “Demon Phoenix, do you truly intend to make an enemy of the entire world?” The demon phoenix’s

bright eyes flashed, a glint of fire swirling as it responded sternly, “Such nonsense!”

Immediately, a blinding burst of fire erupted in the sky.

As sword energy and fire clashed, a chaotic battle ensued.

Under the guidance of their respective immortal masters, the disciples of each sect were tasked with forming a formation.

A profound and subtle formation technique significantly increased the effectiveness of attack and defense, a key difference between the various sects and individual cultivators.

The Mingxin Sword Sect employed the “Suspended Formation,” a challenging formation requiring profound sword control skills from all disciples, at least enough to allow them to hover over the sword’s surface.

The formation’s transformations were entirely accomplished in the void, reaching everywhere. Nine immortal masters maintained the perimeter, ensuring no formidable force could attempt to disrupt the formation.

Over time, the formation’s shifts gradually became more manageable, and a tacit understanding developed between them.

However, three of the immortal masters had already been drawn into other battle zones, and this trend was clearly continuing.

“There are so many masters on the other side!”

Li Xun’s eyelids fluttered as he watched Mingde helplessly entangled by a single independent cultivator.

By this time, Nightless City had become a complete battlefield, with seven or eight hundred cultivators and demons engaged in fierce battles in the sky and on the ground. The battle zone had unnoticed expanded to nearly a thousand miles in radius, and it was still expanding.

The Miaohua Sect’s strength clearly exceeded their own expectations.

Meanwhile, Qingming’s battle with the demon phoenix had moved to the sea. Li Douliang faced the old demon Kunpeng, and after a fierce battle, he retreated inwards.

Ling Fengzi and Gu Yin were a formidable duo, darting east and west, suddenly above and below, their battles raging for hundreds of miles.

Worse still, both possessed the ability to fly, disappearing and reappearing during combat. A single misstep could lead to their unpredictable trajectory, leaving anyone caught in the crossfire unfortunate.

Even up to this point, the Miaohua Sect hadn’t yet fully deployed its full strength.

Everyone knew that Qing Luan, one of the Seven Demons of the Universe, had yet to show up. And so had Yu San Ren, with his unfathomable cultivation and ranking among the Three Wanderers, who could withstand the two of them? Could it be the severely injured Tian Zhi, barely at 50% strength?

Therefore, even with the fiercest battle, five True Immortal-level masters, including Qing Xu, had remained on the battlefield, as a precaution.

Li Xun observed the situation around him. Mingji was the only one left guarding the formation, and the situation wasn’t looking good.

Though the demons and independent cultivators had varying levels of skill, surrounded by thirty or forty of them, their rapport grew over time.

Later, the enemy deployed flying swords and magical weapons, or took turns engaging in close combat, engaging both near and far, and a clear pattern had developed. But then, after slaying three men and a demon, Mingji was targeted by a master. With both sides locked in a desperate struggle, he had absolutely no time to focus on his own side.

“Hold on as best as you can. At worst, we’ll have to form a three-man formation…”

Mingji bravely took a blow, instructing the disciples on the key points. It was with these words that the formation, so painstakingly maintained by the disciples, finally collapsed.

Just before the collapse, Li Xun had just swiped the Jade Sword past a rogue cultivator’s eyes, his screams aching as he listened. Before he could even rejoice, a disciple beside him was attacked by three consecutive flying swords. Despite the desperate efforts of his companions, they could only block two before being struck in the face by a sword, sending him plummeting headfirst, his life in vain.

The formation immediately became chaotic, and the enemy seized upon this opportunity. Seven or eight flying swords and over a dozen magical weapons attacked simultaneously. Li Xun felt a jolt in his ears before he was sent flying by the sudden impact, spinning and slamming to the ground. Fortunately, the Phoenix Feather Needle and Jade Evil-Repelling Needle reacted in time, protecting his internal organs and saving his life.

The Mingxin Sword Sect was one of the few sects that had managed to maintain its formation until now, and now, with its formation broken, the scene was in even greater chaos.

Li Xun glanced around and saw that in that moment of chaos, at least one more disciple had fallen, but the others had managed to form a small formation in time, even able to protect the two fellow disciples who were still on the ground. The rise and fall of the sect revealed its true colors.

However, Li Xun’s own situation was dire.

The combined force of the enemy’s attack had been immense. Although Li Xun had a treasure to protect him, he was still thrown a long way. Adding to the subsequent displacement, he was at least three hundred steps away from the sect’s members!

On ordinary days, this distance wouldn’t have been a big deal, but in the chaotic battle, in the blink of an eye, the three hundred steps had been crossed by seven or eight cultivators fighting each other. The aftermath of the surging energy forced Li Xun to involuntarily move back a little. When he looked again, the sect’s disciples had already flown away.

No way… Li Xun couldn’t help but panic. He looked up and around, but he forgot that this was just

a foolish act. As soon as he raised his head, at least three deadly pressures came at him.

“Damn, there are so many wandering cultivators and monsters in this world…”

Li Xun muttered inwardly, waving his jade sword with a resounding sound like the collision of gold and jade. A green mist of sword energy swirled around his body, like the mist surrounding a mountain, ethereal and illusory.

Attacking him were a flying sword, a dark mist that looked menacing, and a powerful sword energy.

Li Xun’s gaze shifted, quickly taking in his three opponents, his mind racing.

The flying sword had no roots, so he could ignore it; the bearded man holding the spirit-calling banner was a formidable opponent; the one with the void sword energy was the ultimate killer!

Knowing their strengths and weaknesses, he channeled his sword energy with his will. Suddenly, the jade sword’s murderous aura surged, expanding and contracting, pushing the black mist aside. Li Xun shifted his body, dodging the incoming sword energy. Then, his sword flashed again, and the flying sword shrieked, a crack in its blade chipped, its light rapidly dimming.

Having resolved the minor issue, Li Xun continued his ascent, seemingly bound for a duel with the master radiating void sword energy. Halfway up, he spun, flinging something from his hand.

It was a hidden weapon, shaped like a hairpin. Halfway through, its speed suddenly slowed. A light distorted within a few inches of the hairpin, resembling the glow of fire.

The hairpin’s shape also shifted rapidly, its tail spreading outwards. A bright red hue spread rapidly, staining the entire length of the hairpin. The tip gradually faded, revealing its pure white jade.

A gust of wind blew, and the hairpin, with a slight flicker, tumbled with the wind, drifting upwards.

How could this be a hairpin? It was clearly a fiery crimson feather!

At that moment, a golden light shone from the center of the crimson feather. This was a fingernail-sized golden spot, like a golden eye within the feather.

In the classics, the “red feather golden spot” wasn’t called “red feather golden spot”; it had a more definitive name: “

Phoenix Feather!”

A glimmer of golden light seemed to tear a rift through the void. Through the crack, a golden flame shone—the Great Light Fire, capable of refining souls and burning spirits, dissolving all impurities and destroying all evil practices. Wherever it passed, demons and gods trembled, leaving nothing unstoppable.

In a flash of golden light, the bearded man holding a banner fifty steps away saw his banner snap, his head blown off, and he was dead! The black mist he had created evaporated into thin air, vanishing even a trace of it, even if it touched even a hint of the golden light!

“Phoenix Feather Needle!”

The cultivator in the sky, capable of ethereal sword energy and possessing considerable experience, saw his confused, then sudden realization-filled gaze, and Li Xun smiled grimly.

“Got it figured out? Alas, there’s more to it than meets the eye!”

Li Xun’s speed increased dramatically. Taking advantage of the man’s distraction, he flashed, closing in on him and striking with his sword.

The man dismissed this attack with indifference. A single wave of his hand unleashed a thousand sword energies, wielding a force that would crush Li Xun to pieces if he dared to advance!

But Li Xun went up anyway.

In a flash, Li Xun’s body was covered in blood, and he didn’t know how many places he had been cut by the sword energy.

The man was happy at first, but soon realized that Li Xun had been hit by dozens of swords, but all of them were just superficial injuries, without any broken bones. The truly fatal swords, however, were like a stone falling on the sea, without any

reaction at all!

He opened his eyes wide, and was about to raise his sword again, but his hand shook, and the sword could not be swung!

He looked in horror, but saw a white and slender palm, with two fingers, gently pinching the sword blade, treating the sword energy on it as nothing, and the crystal clear skin did not change at all.

“What kind of kung fu is this?” This thought first popped up in the man’s mind, and then he suddenly woke up: “Whose hand is this?”

At this moment, Li Xun brushed past him. He felt a sharp pain in his forehead and then in his chest. Raging sword energy surged through both vital points, instantly tearing apart every organ and ultimately shattering his nascent Purple Palace Nascent Soul, leaving him no chance!

How could this be?

This casual cultivator, whose cultivation was a level higher than Li Xun’s, plunged headfirst into the water with this question.

Li Xun spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed.

His opponent was far stronger than he’d anticipated, and in the end, he had to forcibly summon You Er’s help. The instantaneous transformation of his vital energy had severely damaged his internal organs.

And more importantly, no one had seen it, had they?

Feeling guilty, he glanced around, relieved to see nothing unusual, and then retracted his Phoenix Feather Needle.

He had only recently discovered that move, and while powerful, it could only be used once, requiring a three-to-five-day respite.

He breathed a sigh of relief. From now on, as long as he was careful and picked on the weaker persimmons, he should be fine!

He glanced around, picked a target, and was about to advance when a strong sense of danger overwhelmed him.

“What?”

Li Xun’s haste reduced the effectiveness of the sword’s radiance around him. He was struck from behind, the remaining force still thwarting his attack, and another heavy blow struck his shoulder.

A crisp crack of bone cracked, and Li Xun’s shoulder blade was at least four pieces, and the flow of Qi in half of his body was in chaos. This was the result of his forced displacement; otherwise, a punch from the back would have surely killed him instantly.

He stumbled and turned, only to be met with a familiar face—wasn’t it the half-baked flying sword user? Li Xun was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly.

It’s true that a flying sword user isn’t necessarily skilled at it; someone’s fists are even more powerful!

Furthermore, this person was quite scheming. He must have been hiding behind him, attacking him while he was distracted, and the strike was a sure success!

Was this considered a slippery slope? Facing a flurry of punches, Li Xun’s right shoulder was injured, forcing him to switch to his sword. Leveraging the sharp edge of his jade sword, he blocked five more blows before finally, under pressure from both inside and outside, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

“Half-Bag Water” lunged forward and unleashed another blow.

“You’re asking for death!” Li Xun, filled with shame and anger, was about to unleash his ultimate move to rip this cowardly figure apart when a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He froze, then made the most clumsy move—crossing his sword across his chest!

“Idiot!”

A distinctly female voice suddenly reached Half-Bag Water’s ears, and he froze. Then, with horror, he realized his impulsive punch had been forcibly pulled back by someone’s shoulder!

Impossible! This thought flashed through his mind, and it was his last.

The combined force of forward thrust and backward thrust would twist even the most forged steel into a knot, let alone his own body.

There was a series of bone cracking sounds, and the bones on half of his body were shattered. Then, his head was hit by a hard object, and his entire brain was smashed into mud!

On the ground, Li Xun let out a long breath, but when he saw Mingji’s slightly raised eyebrows, he could only smile awkwardly.

Mingji sighed and regained her usual calm demeanor. She stretched out her hand and pulled Li Xun up.

Li Xun grimaced in pain from his shoulder injury, but in this chaotic situation, he couldn’t get effective treatment – while Mingji was pulling him up, she struck out at least three times with her sword and killed a casual cultivator who wanted to take advantage!

Li Xun glanced at the situation around him. The battle was just beginning, and the opponents could change at any time. With a reputation like Mingji, there were countless people who wanted to make trouble for her.

“Master…”

“Put your arms around my shoulders! “

Mingji’s words made Li Xun open his eyes wide, but Mingji obviously did not give him time to think. She grabbed his hand and helped him up without caring about the blood on his body.

She had fought several battles and her body was still clean and spotless, but with just this one blow, half of her body was splashed with blood.

What was even more terrible was that Li Xun was injured in his right shoulder. If Mingji wanted to hold him up, she had to use her left hand to wield the sword.

When Li Xun was in the mountains, she had never seen her practice left-handed sword!

Li Xun didn’t know what to feel in his heart for a while. Of course he was grateful, but this was not the more important thing. What really made him unforgettable was … What he felt was an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

The feeling was quite complicated and he couldn’t tell for a moment.

However, when Mingji’s arm went around his waist and her fingers clasped his abdomen, he clearly felt the stimulation that made his blood boil, and… an obvious sense of guilt.

Therefore, he was a little overwhelmed with his arms around Mingji’s neck. If it was a little higher, it would not be secure, and if it was a little lower, it might touch a place that should not be touched.

He only felt a nervous twitching on the back of his hand, and his fingers seemed to be twisted, and he didn’t know how to put them.

“Hold tighter!”

Mingji didn’t think there was anything ambiguous in her words. She was now showing Li Xun how easy it would be for a cultivator with profound skills to balance his left and right hands!

She carried Li Xun eastward, passing through countless battle circles along the way, but none of them could stop her!

The “Spiritual Harmony Technique” isn’t a powerful spell; it emphasizes a wisp of energy and restrained brilliance. Therefore, Mingji’s swordplay is devoid of any frills. Each strike is a single blow, yet neither is it a clumsy or clever trick. Instead, seemingly ordinary sword shadows generate subtle, unpredictable transformations.

Along the way, opponents seeking to exploit the chaos retreated with cries of pain. After engaging over twenty men, not a single one could withstand a single blow from her sword!

Their target was the defensive perimeter set up by five masters, Qingxu and others. It was filled with disciples injured in the fierce battle, barely a hundred feet away!

And it was then that the real trouble began.

“Fairy Mingji, where are you taking your mistress?”

Just as an old acquaintance uttered these hurtful words with pride, sword energy pierced the air, leaving him no chance to react, piercing his forehead.

Simultaneously, the ground exploded!

Without Li Xun, Mingji could have escaped into the air before the ground cracked, even piercing his head with a single blow.

Now, even as she reacted, her movements were delayed by more than a second. She felt a sharp pain in her ankle, and someone grabbed her.

She was more concerned about the owner of the dog’s paw than the pain. Sword energy hissed, piercing the man’s shoulder beneath the ground.

The man’s instincts relaxed slightly in pain, and a second sword strike followed, piercing his head. Mingji took advantage of the momentum and soared into the sky.

Even though she reacted quickly and her sword strike was flawless, her ankle stockings were ripped to shreds, revealing a sliver of white skin, streaked with blood, a startling sight.

Li Xun was well aware of this, but just as he was about to express concern, Mingji glared back.

Mingji, undeterred by the injury, intensified her sword energy. However, the moment her momentum faltered, the true master had already taken advantage.

The moment she drew her sword, soared, and adjusted her stance was the perfect moment to counter the opponent’s strength.

Her energy had just waned, and her attention was now focused on the air. The attacker moved from thirty paces away, his aura shimmering from ten. By the time Mingji noticed him, he was already within five steps!

And his target was Li Xun! The

sight of the sword’s gleaming light made Li Xun’s scalp tingle.

The attacker employed the most brutal close-combat swordsmanship, merging his body and sword. Even at three paces away, the sharp blade’s energy sent a painful piercing through his head.

Li Xun tried to dodge, but he was severely wounded, and Mingji held him, unable to move. He considered summoning two puppets, but the situation was so urgent, there was no time.

He only had time to turn his head and watch the flash of the sword pierce his skin.

He felt a pain above his neck, and his head spun, the scene before him suddenly changing dramatically. Then a low, muffled clang of a sword reached his ears, and a few drops of blood splashed onto his shoulder.

“Fourth Uncle!” Li Xun called out softly, and when he turned his head, he saw that Mingji’s face was splattered with blood, but she still looked calm and composed. However, her left arm was already stained red with blood.

In a quick glance, he saw that the sword mark started from her left shoulder and slashed diagonally down to her elbow. It was unknown how deep

it was. The opponent attacked from the right side, but Mingji was injured in the left shoulder. There was only one possibility. That was that at the moment when he was about to be stabbed by the sword, Mingji spun violently to the left, carrying him away from the sword.

There were at least three or four ways to dodge, but only in this way could Li Xun completely escape danger, but

the price was that she would use her back to block the opponent’s sword!

No matter how cunning Li Xun might be, a bitterness welled up in his eyes at this sight. His blood boiled, and he cried, “Leave me alone…”

“Shut up!” Ming Ji shouted coldly, then beckoned with her gaze, “Did you see that fellow in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe over there?”

As she spoke, her sword’s power undiminished, and she dispatched another charging demon to death. However, the wound on her arm burst open again, staining her entire arm red with blood.

Unsure of her intentions, Li Xun quickly glanced over and saw a sullen, middle-aged Taoist priest, also wounded on the side of his face, about to be sent flying a thousand feet away.

Confirming his identity, he nodded.

Ming Ji’s lips curved, “Very good, keep an eye on him! He just struck me with his sword, and I only sliced off half his ear… Don’t let him get away!”

Li Xun was furious.

He knew this was Mingji’s disguised consolation, but there was a chilling, chilling edge to Mingji’s words that left him speechless. He could only stare fiercely in the direction of the yellow-robed Taoist priest, offering some kind of psychological comfort.

At that moment, a low whistle pierced his ears. It was Qingxu, seeing Mingji’s predicament, who had leaped through the air. He had been gathering his strength for a while, and now, at peak form, he launched a single attack, unleashing a thousand sword energies that shot forth in all directions. His attack created a brief, empty space within a radius of several dozen feet.

Mingji, taking advantage of the momentum, charged across the remaining distance.

Li Xun felt a tightening around his waist; Qingxu had grabbed him by the waist, pulling him off Mingji. Unprepared, Li Xun instinctively exerted force, his fingers curling, their tips brushing against Mingji’s cheek before gliding past.

The sensation on his fingertips was exquisite! Li Xun wondered why he had the leisure to do so, but beyond surprise, he felt a tinge of excitement.

At this moment, he understood what he should do. He stretched out his hand, pointed in the direction of the yellow-robed Taoist priest, and shouted, “There!”

Mingji smiled and looked back. At the same time, he crossed the sword to his right hand, and with a flick of his palm, the sword that had killed countless enemies turned into a long rainbow that pierced the sky. In an instant, it crossed a distance of at least 1,500 feet and whizzed away.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest seemed to know that the crisis was coming. The sword energy in his hand surged, turning into layers of sword mist, thousands of layers, sealing the front of him tightly.

This is the brilliant sword technique of “Mist Hidden in the Sky”!

The sword light flashed, and in that instant, the sword seemed to have become empty, like an illusory shadow, sinking into the dense sword mist. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword light like thunder and lightning again, breaking through the barrier and passing through the Taoist priest’s chest.

Please look forward to the exciting conclusion of the first part of the Netherworld Immortal Journey .