In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

"Warlock! You are a demon! A demon!"

On the deck of the treasure ship.

Covered in bloodstains, his gray robe reduced to strips of cloth, the old face of the Nascent Soul Realm elder looked as if it had been dragged through a thorn pile hundreds of times. He was now slumped there, constantly shouting.

Beside him was a middle-aged man in a coma, considered the second strongest of this group.

Above the treasure ship, the not-so-intense battle continued, but it had already entered the final stage.

Amina, dressed in a fairy dress, stood in the sky with a sword, a halo behind her, surrounded by starlight. A dozen beams of light locked onto those who could still move, gradually fixing them in mid-air.

Her methods were simple and direct, yet revealed a mysterious power of rules.

Amina gently flipped the long sword in her hand, raised it, and lightly tapped. More than a dozen regular hexagons behind her flashed brightly.

A moon-white pine tree appeared out of thin air behind her, the branches of the pine tree piercing through the bodies of these dozen figures.

As the pine tree trembled slightly, a dozen blood mists exploded in the air.

Amina blinked her long eyelashes a few times and looked down into the distance.

The shuttle had already returned.

Obviously, the black-clothed men left behind had noticed something was wrong and were heading towards this side for support.

Amina looked at Wang Jixuan, her eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.

She understood, her figure flipped in the air, crossing the East Sea, and meeting them head-on.

The current Amina was no longer what she used to be.

Her core circuits had been personally unlocked by Wang Jixuan, giving her the theoretical strength comparable to a late-stage Integration Realm or early-stage Tribulation Realm cultivator.

Moreover, all the spiritual energy circuits that Amina now controlled had been deduced by Mudan many times.

Even Mudan had helped her develop brand new combo techniques, greatly increasing her combat strength.

Not to mention the precious sword she held in her hand, which was the Immortal Treasure, Moon Hua Sword.

Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense had already investigated. There were still several Golden Core cultivators and a dozen Core Formation cultivators in the shuttle. There were no tricky characters.

So, Wang Jixuan looked down at the two people below.

He stretched lazily. Xiao Huating had already moved a chair from the treasure ship's inner cabin, allowing Daoist Wang to sit down calmly.

Along with this, Wang Jixuan released a trace of his own Dao rhythm.

The Nascent Soul elder trembled all over, his pupils dilated slightly, his eyes immediately became clear, staring at the young Daoist in front of him.

Great Ascension Stage?!

One of the few Great Ascension Stage experts in the world!

"You... you are not the young master of the Murong family..."

"Regardless of whether I am some young master of the Murong family or not, I can kill anyone who wants to kill me."

Wang Jixuan said leisurely:

"I don't want to search your soul, lest people say I'm bullying the younger generation."

"Tell me, what kind of trouble have you dragged me into? Who is that young master of the Murong family?"

"Looking at your Dao rhythm, although it resembles a demonic cultivator, there is a hint of purity hidden in your bones. You should be a righteous cultivator disguised as a demonic cultivator doing evil."

His disguise exposed, only despair remained in the old man's eyes.

"How could this be... The secret letter clearly stated that there was one man and two women, both women were peerless beauties, and the man was handsome but obviously somewhat deficient."

"You're the one who's deficient!"

Wang Jixuan instantly revealed a tyrannical pressure:

"Which eye of yours saw that I was deficient? Are you looking to die?"

The old man lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly said, "Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me! It's... it's because I was blind! Senior is not deficient at all!"

"Okay, tell me what's going on."

Wang Jixuan shook his sleeves and said slowly:

"Considering that you wanted to kill me but failed, if you have nothing to hide, I can not pursue your sect."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched frantically.

He said in a low voice, "I can't hide it from you... This poor Daoist is indeed not a good person, but this matter has nothing to do with my sect. This poor Daoist was traveling outside and collected some treasures to assassinate the direct eldest son of the Murong family."

"Oh?" Wang Jixuan carefully recalled.

Murong family...

It seemed like he had heard of it before.

In his hometown's cultivation world, there were sixteen aristocratic families and thirty-two rogue cultivator families. Each aristocratic family had deep foundations and close ties with various major sects.

The foundations of these aristocratic families could not be compared with those of the first-tier major sects.

Daoist Wang asked, "Is this direct son of the Murong family passing through here?"

"Yes," the old man said in a low voice. "The secret letter should be accurate. This person is returning from an overseas immortal island and will probably pass by this vicinity today to go to Wangxian Valley to attend the ceremony for the sect's disciples' competition."

Attending the ceremony at Wangxian Valley?

Wang Jixuan leaned his ear as if listening and smiled, "Does this person have a light red butterfly mark on his neck?"

"This... This matter was not mentioned in the secret letter. In fact, the secret letter was very simple..."

"So, you don't even know what this person looks like?"

The old man lowered his eyebrows and eyes, not knowing how to speak for a moment, his eyes filled with bitterness in addition to despair.

"Forget it."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"Since that's the case, I'll give you another chance."

He flicked his finger lightly, and a pill entered the old man's mouth.

In the old man's puzzled eyes, Daoist Wang casually picked up the old man and threw him in the southwest direction.

"Are the three people over there the ones you're looking for?"

Wang Jixuan's voice echoed in the old man's ears.

The Nascent Soul elder flew out, wanting to escape at the first moment, but a wisp of spiritual sense, seemingly there but not there, surrounded his Nascent Soul, making him suddenly wake up.

He couldn't escape.

Unless the Supreme Elder of his sect personally came to rescue him, but the Supreme Elder had been in seclusion for a hundred years and wouldn't come to this side to save him.

Besides, this was not a glorious matter, and most of the seniors in the sect cherished their feathers...

The Nascent Soul elder took a light breath. His face, covered in blood, was hateful, and his eyes locked onto a small awning boat in front of him. On the boat were a man and two women, watching the battle from afar.

The Nascent Soul elder's intuition told him;

Although he had found the wrong person just now, he had now found the right one!

The old man subconsciously wanted to raise his sword and rush forward, but found that his storage treasure had disappeared, obviously taken away by the Great Ascension senior.

That didn't matter!

This man and two women were only at the Heaven-Earth Bridge Realm and Golden Core Dao Realm. It would be effortless for him, a Nascent Soul major cultivator, to kill them.

Raise hand!

The old man raised one hand to the sky, and the spiritual energy within a hundred miles rushed towards him!

Clench fist!

The old man's eyes burst with electric light, and this electric light instantly surrounded his entire body, increasing his speed by three points!

Nine Heavens Rushing Thunder Technique!

Ci la!

An electric dragon streaked across the sea!

The faces of the man and two women who were watching the show changed drastically. The two women were very tacit and jumped out suddenly. They were both cultivators of the Heaven-Earth Bridge Realm, and one of them was not far from the Nascent Soul Realm, probably at the fifth level of the Heaven-Earth Bridge Realm.

The two women each sacrificed their magic weapons, one attacking and one defending, flanking the Nascent Soul old Daoist from the left and right.

The male cultivator shouted loudly: "Senior! We are not here to help! We are just passing by! Please don't blame us! We'll leave now!"

Buzz! Rumble!

The Nascent Soul old Daoist and the two beautiful women intertwined!

The old Daoist made a desperate move as soon as he made a move, because he had no way out at all. At this moment, he could only hope that the Great Ascension senior was unhappy with this Murong family...

Kill!

This old man's eyes were red with killing. Ignoring the injuries on his body, he forcibly rushed towards the awning boat.

The young male cultivator's face changed drastically. He took out a gourd and a small cauldron, and was about to throw out the two magic weapons he used to protect his life...

"I am a member of the Murong family! Please, senior, let me go!"

The old man cursed loudly: "This old man is killing you, the direct son of the Murong family!"

Nine Heavens Rushing Thunder!

The old man turned into electric light, like a thunderball crashing into this male cultivator!

Suddenly!

The young male cultivator's eyes blurred, and a figure swept past him, directly appearing in front of this blood-covered old man.

The young male cultivator changed from motion to stillness, the transition was so rapid.

The Nascent Soul old Daoist widened his eyes in the thunderball, looking in astonishment at the... the 'culprit' who threw him out!

The old Daoist couldn't stop, he could only open his mouth and scold:

"You!"

Pa!

Wang Jixuan gently pushed out a palm, and a blood flower splashed out in the world, with blood light flying backwards for dozens of miles.

The awning boat was not completely spared either.

The impact of a handful of hot blood alone caused the young master of the Murong family to fly directly backwards, and the awning boat was smashed to pieces.

Wang Jixuan turned his head, frowned, and gave a soft 'eh', his eyes full of incomprehension.

Was there some misunderstanding in his understanding of the combat power of the Golden Core Realm?

How could they not even avoid this kind of aftermath of the battle?

However, Wang Jixuan now needed a guide to lead him smoothly into Wangxian Valley, and then he would quietly go to find his sect master martial uncle to 'reveal the truth'.

Without alarming too many people, he could achieve the purpose of reminding the righteous sects of this world!

Wang Jixuan raised his head, revealing a kind smile, and looked at the figure of the young master in front of him.

Two beautiful figures rushed to the young master's side from the left and right.

On the sea surface behind, the magic weapon shuttle ship crashed into the sea with billowing flames.

Amina put away the Immortal Treasure long sword and floated back to her own treasure ship, leaving only Wang Jixuan standing dryly in the air.

...

"Cough, cough! Thank you, senior, for saving my life."

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite."

Wang Jixuan raised his hand to help him up and looked at the young master in front of him, who had initially recovered, with a smile.

If he didn't count the passage of years and ignored the dissolute second life, the sum of Wang Jixuan's age in his first and third lives might not be as old as this young master.

Wang Jixuan used a technique to look at the other party's bone structure.

This person must be over two hundred years old, with a cultivation level in the late Golden Core realm. His Dao foundation should have been enlightened by an expert, without any sense of superficiality. Advancing to the Nascent Soul stage later shouldn't be a problem.

This person's aptitude and comprehension are not bad, but as that Nascent Soul old Taoist who died with his eyes open said, he's severely depleted.

Wang Ji Xuan thought this person was a lecher, after all, he was accompanied by two female guards, and these female guards were indeed quite attractive.

But when he diagnosed this person's injuries just now, he discovered... this guy has a pure Yang body.

He has never broken his virginity.

The reason for such depletion can only be due to a plot in the womb, leading to congenital damage.

If he could replenish the missing innate origin with elixirs, this person's cultivation might rapidly improve by several minor stages.

"Junior Murong Zhengyi, comes from an overseas immortal island, originally intending to attend a ceremony at a sect, but unexpectedly encountered this evil thief's ambush... Senior, would you be willing to return home with me? I will definitely implore my father to offer you great treasures!"

"Great treasures are unnecessary."

Wang Ji Xuan waved his hand: "This group of people was originally coming to find you, but I encountered them in advance, so I simply delivered them to you."

Daoist Wang flicked his finger lightly, and a ray of spiritual light slowly floated in front of Murong Zhengyi, unfolding on its own.

This is a bit of image-retaining technique.

The old man with scars all over his body lay on the bow of the treasure ship, tremblingly speaking of his purpose today.

Wang Ji Xuan sighed with a smile: "I just didn't expect that you two Heaven-Earth Bridge experts couldn't even handle a heavily injured Nascent Soul, fortunately, it didn't lead to any regrets."

Murong Zhengyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and sighed towards the sky.

The two beautiful women also showed shame.

Murong Zhengyi said in a low voice: "The infighting within my family has actually reached such a point of no return."

Wang Ji Xuan was a little puzzled.

A beautiful woman next to him sighed: "Those who know our whereabouts today are actually only the three enshrined elders within the clan, I never thought..."

"I see."

Wang Ji Xuan said with a smile: "I won't interfere too much in your family affairs."

"I can't save you for nothing.

Continue to make a trip to the Wangxian Valley, pretending that the ambush on the way didn't happen.

I have an old friend in Wangxian Valley, and I want to take this opportunity to meet him."

Murong Zhengyi was a little puzzled: "Senior, with your cultivation, you are already unique in the world, if you go to Wangxian Valley, they will definitely treat you as an honored guest."

"Don't worry," Daoist Wang said solemnly, "If I were a villain, it would be too easy to control your mind."

Murong Zhengyi pondered slightly, bowed his head and performed a Dao salute: "In that case, junior will take the liberty to invite senior to Wangxian Valley together."

"Let's go," Wang Ji Xuan said, "Your ship is destroyed, go to my small boat, there are my Dao companion and disciples there, the three of you don't need to be restrained."

"Yes, yes."

Murong Zhengyi asked: "Then senior, if you want to conceal your identity, what should junior call you later?"

"Just call me Shishu (师叔).".

"Junior obeys."

They can be considered to have hit it off.

Indeed, as Wang Ji Xuan said, with his strength as a Mahayana expert who can do whatever he wants in this world, it is simply easy to control the minds of the three of them.

Murong Zhengyi was naturally afraid that their Murong family would be involved in the disputes of the great sects, but after thinking carefully... he was invited to Wangxian Valley as an ordinary guest, unable to enter the core area of Wangxian Valley, and would only be on the Yun platform outside Wangxian Valley.

To put it another way, if this senior wanted to harm Wangxian Valley, there would be no need to go to such lengths, and he would have to bring him to sneak into Wangxian Valley. The senior could just go and bombard the Wangxian Valley's mountain gate.

'The actions of a Mahayana expert naturally have his own reasons.'

Before long, the treasure ship, carrying six people, slowly flew towards Wangxian Valley.

Because the Wangxian Valley's once-in-a-decade disciple competition still had some time before it was held, it was also giving Wangxian Valley face for everyone to go there early, so they didn't have to rush too much.

Murong Zhengyi invited Wang Ji Xuan and the others to a dinner worth five thousand spirit stones in the market town. Daoist Wang was also more satisfied with this junior, and gave Murong Zhengyi some pointers on his cultivation.

This guidance was crucial, Murong Zhengyi actually had an epiphany and improved by a minor realm.

This young master of the Murong family became even more convinced of Wang Ji Xuan.

Wang Ji Xuan didn't ask about the Murong family's affairs, and Murong Zhengyi didn't dare to disturb this expert with mundane matters, only taking out some elegant objects.

They traveled and played along the way, gradually approaching the vicinity of Wangxian Valley. Daoist Wang suddenly smelled an unusual scent.

He stood up from the treasure ship, frowned and looked ahead.

Within a radius of three hundred miles, white clouds were floating in all directions, with many figures on them, but most of them were meditating.

They seemed to be besieging Wangxian Valley.

There were actually a large number of disciples from more than a dozen medium and large sects here!

Several small and medium-sized sects that depended on Wangxian Valley seemed to have sent out all their elites.

In addition, there were at least tens of thousands of casual cultivators watching the excitement on the periphery. Wang Ji Xuan carefully sensed that there were more than a dozen well-known casual cultivator big shots here, with cultivation levels in the Nascent Soul and Integration realms.

What's going on?

Why does it feel like this time it's not a disciple competition, but an immortal Dao conference?

Wang Ji Xuan hid his figure, stood on the edge of the treasure ship, frowned and looked down at the all-too-familiar canyon treasure land.

The countless pavilions and palaces on the mountain walls on both sides were where he once cultivated, discussed Dao, and broke through.

Looking at it, it's all memories.

It's like a lifetime away, nothing more than this.

"Senior," Murong Zhengyi said in a low voice, "A few acquaintances of junior have already arrived, junior will go find them to inquire, it doesn't seem like a competition between disciples."

"Go," Wang Ji Xuan responded casually.

He had already released his spiritual sense, capturing those voices of discussion in the wind, and soon knew the general idea.