Chapter 336

As soon as Wang Xun entered the Li family's territory, Lu Lu Jiangxian, who was buried in research, was instantly awakened.

Lu Lu Jiangxian had now set several nodes to wake himself up for the spiritual sense he used to patrol: a direct descendant of the Li family dying, the appearance of a Early Zifu aura, a Li family member breaking through to Foundation Establishment...

He himself was using witchcraft to repeatedly tinker with the memory fragments of Jinlian Jinlian Mohe from back then, attempting to find the origin of the "Golden Hall Jinyang Huangyuan Art" or clues to the Early Zifu chapter.

The sword Qi on Wang Xun's body, which soared into the sky, was as dazzling as a giant ball of light, instantly pulling Lu Lu Jiangxian awake, and he looked at the youth with some confusion.

"Not the Early Zifu Golden Core path?!"

Lu Lu Jiangxian's spiritual sense circled this person for a while, only to feel that his fate was empty and left no traces; it was likely that he was protected by the profound methods of a master who did not wish to form ties with the secular world.

Looking closer, a golden sword box appeared on Wang Xun's straight and broad back, with intricate patterns, most of which were carved with cloud motifs, totaling one hundred and twenty-eight.

Inside the box were sixteen sword holes, and ten swords had already been collected, all hidden inside, with no form visible.

"Supernatural power... or fate?"

The sword box on Wang Xun's back was hard to see with mortal eyes, yet it was quite miraculous; clearly a supernatural power, it was filled with the scent of fate. Lu Lu Jiangxian now had quite a bit of cultivation, and after observing carefully for a while, he had a plan in mind.

"This northern path of cultivation... is the dual cultivation of life and nature, both refining Qi to seek nature and using supernatural powers to nourish life... difficult, truly difficult!"

Lu Lu Jiangxian looked at the sword box twice, cautiously not releasing his spiritual sense to explore it carefully; after all, he was a descendant of a Golden Core, and there was no guarantee what dark methods he might have on him.

Looking carefully at the youth in front of him again, Lu Lu Jiangxian had a strong premonition that this was the most orthodox and original method of cultivation in this world, the Great Dao of cultivating the heart and nature, seeking truth and immortality, pointing directly to immortals!

"But if one cultivates like this, the difficulty is too great... can one in a thousand with spiritual apertures enter the path? I think it's rare. If the current Li family were to cultivate this technique, I'm afraid not one person could enter the path; being able to strike a spark with a spell would be considered impressive..."

Lu Lu Jiangxian stared at the sword box, countless profound ideas floating in his mind, and he couldn't help but praise, sighing:

"Dual cultivation of life and nature!"

Compared to this immortal method, the Early Zifu Golden Core path was completely different: first, nourishing the wheel and absorbing Qi, and when reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, discarding it to build an immortal foundation and practice supernatural powers, and after practicing supernatural powers, seeking nature, and even swallowing an immortal foundation of the same kind to help grow one's cultivation...

If the immortal path Wang Xun cultivated was climbing upright on a mountain peak, the Early Zifu Golden Core path was picking the easiest path to walk, smashing as one goes, robbing as one goes, without needing to verify the Dao or seek the heart, gaining power with every step.

"No wonder the Early Zifu Golden Core path is prevalent; after all, it lowers the threshold of cultivation too much..."

Lu Lu Jiangxian stared at him for a while, and gradually had some speculations about the battle between immortals and demons many years ago, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Seeing Li Brother Yuanping lose his composure for the first time in years, Lu Lu Jiangxian smiled lightly; he could sense that this youth had no malice, and even wished to have less contact with the Li family to avoid getting entangled in worldly ties, let alone killing.

"It might even be a good thing!"

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Side courtyard below the mountain.

"Exactly, my family's True Monarch is Xiaojin, the head of the three golds remaining in the sea... uh."

Wang Xun nodded, vaguely sensing something was wrong, fearing he had said too much, and explained:

"Daoist friend Brother Yuanping, Xun is new to Jiangnan and is unfamiliar with southern customs. I have come this time to ask for help, not to use power to pressure others. If there is any offense, please do not take it to heart..."

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

Li Brother Yuanping was still incredulous, wishing he would open his mouth and say more. Seeing his sincere appearance, he hurriedly responded and began to calculate secretly, asking:

"Although my family has some fame in this area, we are small and insignificant, not worth mentioning. I don't know what matter has led Senior to visit?"

"This matter is a long story."

Wang Xun responded, a smile appearing on the youth's face, and he replied:

"What my Wang clan cultivates is not the Early Zifu Golden Core path of Jiangnan, but the ancient method of absorbing Qi and nourishing nature. This path has been lost in Jiangnan for a long time. If I were to explain it in detail to the Family Head, I'm afraid it would take three days and three nights."

"According to the understanding of Jiangnan Daoist cultivators, it is that I must cultivate the supernatural power 'Nourishing the Azure Void,' which requires collecting one hundred and twenty-eight strands of sword Qi and sixteen strands of sword intent, forming a school of my own, to cultivate this supernatural power."

He picked up the jade cup and smiled, staring at Li Brother Yuanping with full expectation, and replied:

"My clan has over a hundred people who have cultivated sword Qi. I have already collected the sword Qi, but this sword intent is hard to come by. The Wang clan only has two strands. I must go out of the mountain myself to find the rest to complete my Daoist career."

"So I went to beg my father, and the old man pinched his fingers and calculated, saying there are still four sword immortals and two spiritual swords in Jiangnan that can be harvested."

Hearing this, Li Brother Yuanping had a rough idea in his heart and understood why this person had come. He saw Wang Xun sip his tea and say somewhat bashfully:

"When I arrived at the lake, I secretly cast a hex myself. Your clan has a spiritual sword, which resides on Mount Mount Lijing and is called 【Mount Qingchi】."

Putting down the jade cup, Wang Xun stood up solemnly, shook his sleeves, stepped back, and said respectfully:

"I ask the Family Head to lend the sword for me to observe, to complete my Daoist path. Xun will be eternally grateful!"

Wang Xun only bowed slightly and lowered his head a little, without bending his waist. Although his words were respectful, his demeanor seemed somewhat arrogant. Li Brother Yuanping thought he was from an immortal clan and didn't feel anything was amiss. He didn't expect Wang Xun's face to turn embarrassed, and he immediately added:

"Xun carries fate on his body and cannot bow to serve others, for fear of harming the Family Head. Please do not take offense!"

Li Brother Yuanping heard this for the first time, and his eyes lit up. He kept it in his heart, said he wouldn't dare, and replied:

"【Mount Qingchi Sword】 is my family's treasure that guards the clan. It is both a magic tool and a sacrificial tool. This matter is quite heavy. Brother Yuanping must report it to the clan and ask the elders to decide. Please wait a moment."

"Good, good, that should be the case!"

Wang Xun nodded repeatedly. Li Brother Yuanping paced out, whispered the details to Li Wen outside the door, and told him to go up the mountain to report.

Watching this honest man leave, Li Brother Yuanping returned to the hall, his mind active:

"This person is very knowledgeable, and every sentence is news passed down secretly by ordinary sects. It's better to take advantage of this rare opportunity to learn more. This is passed down by a True Monarch, worth more than gold."

Before he could speak, Wang Xun said excitedly on his own:

"Your clan's sword path is passed down through generations, and you are surnamed Li, residing at Wangyue Lake. Are you the clan of the True Person Dunhua of the Moon Brilliance Origin Mansion from the past?"

Li Brother Yuanping heard this name and found it unfamiliar, only replying:

"Not so. My family is passed down from the ancestor Li Mutian, but we are only Foundation Establishment immortal cultivators. Our ancestors cannot be verified, and I have never heard the name of that True Person."

Wang Xun nodded and smiled:

"The True Person's secular surname was Li, named Li Jiangqun, and his sword path was divine. My Yinghua County has also heard of him. He was also a high cultivator on Wangyue Marsh back then."

"So it is a descendant of an immortal mansion."

Speaking of this, several direct descendants of the Li family had privately suspected it, but firstly, there was no proof, and secondly, the karma on Li Li Jiangqun was too great. The Li family was only a small clan and avoided it, so how could they dare to get involved.

For now, he only changed the subject, testing the stance of this path of absorbing Qi and nourishing nature, and smiled:

"I heard that the north has already fallen into the hands of the Huhu Jie Buddhist cultivators. I didn't expect there to be fellow Daoists like us."

"This..."

Wang Xun paused and explained:

"Although the Huhu Jie moving south has made the Buddhist cultivators' momentum, there are still many blessed lands in the north that close their doors to cultivate, and there are even several small square states that are not under the control of Buddhist cultivators... not to mention..."

He smiled awkwardly and replied:

"My path of absorbing Qi and nourishing nature fought a great war with your Early Zifu Golden Core path a thousand years ago. Although we have joined forces many times in the last hundred years due to circumstances, we really cannot be considered fellow Daoists..."

"So that's how it is! I have offended you."

Li Brother Yuanping laughed. He was quite curious about this so-called path of absorbing Qi and nourishing nature, but he didn't dare to spy on others' Daoist traditions. After all, the young master in front of him was inexperienced in the world, not stupid. Probing a little was enough.

Wang Xun saw Li Brother Yuanping apologize and felt slightly guilty, hurriedly adding:

"The Dao has no good or evil, it only lies in people. Xun is not the kind of person who judges good and evil by Daoist traditions. Years ago, I went to the Xiuyue Sect to beg for a sword from Senior Behind Shangyuan, and we talked very happily..."

"True Person Behind Shangyuan."

Li Brother Yuanping heard this name, which he would only hear in rumors, and replied:

"The True Person is a sword immortal second only to the Golden Core. His sword intent must be unparalleled."

"Truly powerful."

Wang Xun sighed, a look of solemnity appearing on his face for the first time, and replied:

"His sword is too astonishing. On one side, it is ethereal and dusty, eliminating demons and slashing evil; on the other, it is long sky and white snow, cold and bone-chilling. Even my family's True Monarch has never seen a person with such two sword intents in one body."

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Li Wen on this side received the order and drove the wind up silently. The courtyard on the mountain was quiet. Li Jiangjiao, dressed in black, stood in the courtyard with a gloomy face, motionless.

Xiao Xiao Guiluan held his hand quietly, not saying a word, a look of worry on her face. She had now also broken through to Qi Refining, and her technique was full of vitality, warming injuries and detoxifying.

"Brother."

Li Li Qinghong was also full of solemnity, holding her long spear silently, and only after a long while did she say:

"That may be so, but leaving Brother Ping alone at the foot of the mountain makes my heart feel very uncomfortable."

"There is no other way..."

Li Jiangjiao gritted his teeth and lowered his eyebrows, saying:

"After all... there is no room for lingering on children's feelings now. I swore before the uncle's spirit that neither of us can have any accidents."

"Give me that spear!"

Li Li Qinghong responded silently. Li Jiangjiao was slightly stunned, but still took a jade box from his storage bag and said in a low voice:

"I had already thought about it when I came. I brought it along. Uncle said this spear is fierce and domineering, unruly, fearing it would damage one's vitality and reduce one's lifespan. He never used it after getting it. If it weren't for the peak of Qi Refining, it couldn't be handed to you."

"But if something really goes wrong, having this spear in your hands gives you a few more chances to escape..."

He handed over the jade box. Li Li Qinghong hurriedly took it. Then the courtyard door creaked, and several foreign-surnamed Qi Refining cultivators and guest ministers of the family arrived hurriedly, responded in unison, and stepped into the courtyard.

After greeting everyone, Li Li Qinghong opened the jade box gently, and saw a long spear lying inside.

This spear was silvery white all over, the spear head was seven inches long, the tip was square-edged, flat like buckwheat, the shaft was six feet long, with intricate patterns and flowing magic light, but it was all one color, and if one didn't look closely, one wouldn't recognize it.

As soon as it was opened, the spear seemed to have accumulated years of anger, exploding with a string of white, crystal-clear electric light, jumping out of the box. Li Li Qinghong grabbed it with one hand and took it down.

"Drink!"

Delicate purple intent flowed in her apricot eyes. Li Li Qinghong gave a muffled grunt, her expression pleasantly surprised. With a flip of her hand, the long spear slowly became docile, revealing strands of purple electricity, lying obediently in her white, rosy palm.

"Name of the spear?"

This long spear had no marks, and the person who forged it didn't leave a name on the body, so one had to make the spear recognize its master to know. Li Jiangjiao had also been curious for a long time. Seeing Li Li Qinghong tame the spear, he asked repeatedly.

Li Li Qinghong's jade-like five fingers opened, gripped, and turned. The long spear turned like a white light, turning from horizontal to upright in the blink of an eye, stretching straight with a swish, the flat and long tip pointing obliquely at the ground, humming.

"【Du Ruo】!"

Li Li Qinghong's voice was clear, her eyes like bright stars, dressed in jade armor, wearing long boots. The heroic appearance paired with this long spear had a breathtaking taste, instantly hooking everyone's gaze.

Most of the family's Qi Refining cultivators were present. Tian Tian Youdao and An Jiyan were the oldest and still calm. Tian Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming were both in a daze, then hurriedly looked away.

And the Dou clan, in a red dress, looked at her niece with envy.

"Good!"

Li Jiangjiao couldn't help but praise, a touch of pride appearing on his face. He didn't have time to investigate why the spear took such a name, and thought secretly:

"Li Qinghong's equipment is probably no less than that of sect disciples. Our family's spear will surely shake the world sooner or later!"

The Du Ruo spear could be considered quite good among Foundation Establishment magic tools. The Li family hadn't seen many Foundation Establishment magic tools, but the Mount Qingchi Sword and this long spear were clearly better than the Yu family's Yuyan Mountain.

Li Jiangjiao adjusted his mood slightly, then coughed twice, making Tian Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming, who kept glancing at Li Li Qinghong, feel slightly embarrassed, and then said in a deep voice:

"A Foundation Establishment-level foreign cultivator has come to the family and is waiting at the foot of the mountain. It just so happens that the ancestor has already gone out to seek the opportunity to break through to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, far away in the north..."

The doubts in everyone's hearts were instantly resolved. Tian Tian Youdao stroked his long beard and said in a hoarse voice:

"I only fear this person is a demonic cultivator... if he goes crazy, I'm afraid it will be a river of blood!"

"Thank you, Family Head, for your protection!"

An Jiyan flattered, his face looking ugly. After all, his wife and children were still at the foot of the mountain. Li Li Feiruo had given birth to a son and a daughter for him, both with spiritual apertures, which was very rare.

Li Jiangjiao shook his head slightly and responded:

"The Clan Affairs Courtyard has already taken away all direct descendants and wives and children. They are already at the foot of the mountain."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone relaxed. Li Brother Yuanping had long had a plan, and things were done thoroughly, reducing a lot of burden for Li Jiangjiao. After all, these people might have to guard the formation later, so it was good to have no worries.

Li Wen is still at the foot of the mountain...

Li Jiangjiao was thinking, when someone drove the wind and landed in the courtyard, with a huge figure, holding a big golden melon in each hand, looking fierce, it was Li Wen.

Li Wen landed on his front feet and bowed on his back feet, saying respectfully:

"Family Head!..."

After finishing what Li Brother Yuanping had explained and introducing the situation, Li Jiangjiao nodded lightly and waved his hand:

"Go to your formation points first."

The guest ministers and foreign-surnamed cultivators nodded and dispersed. Li Li Qinghong pointed to a formation point for Li Wen to go to, and then turned back:

"Brother! Can we trust him?"

"It is somewhat trustworthy."

Li Jiangjiao narrowed his eyes slightly. Li Li Qinghong reminded:

"I'm just afraid Brother Ping has been blinded by magic."

Li Jiangjiao's heart moved, and he had a plan, replying:

"We'll know when we look!"

So he turned into the courtyard, and before long, he took out a blue-gray small mirror. Li Li Qinghong was suddenly enlightened. Li Jiangjiao closed his eyes and focused his mind to look up the mountain.

Beside the small table in the side courtyard sat a youth in white, wearing a Daoist crown, with an ordinary face. This person's aura was calm, quite transparent in front of the magic mirror, and even had an immortal air. At a glance, he didn't look like a bad person.

At this time, Wang Xun was holding a jade cup and sipping tea, with a peach wood sword on his knees, gold patterns embroidered on the cuffs of his Daoist robe, and a sword box on his back, flashing with golden light, with a somewhat illusory intent.

"Sword box?"

Worked overtime today, almost didn't make it.

(End of Chapter)